An Idea. Enjoy.
JPOV
Do you know what's tough?
Your wife being a lesbian.
It's not like I married her and I didn't know. Her parents are massive homophobes and to get them off her back, it meant that I married her.
However, what it results in is coming home to your luxury penthouse apartment to find two women making out on your couch and you can't even join the party.
That's the situation I'm in now. I would love to stretch out on that couch and watch some mindless TV with tons of snack food and a couple of beers. I had a day I'd rather forget at the office and now some lesbian action on my sofa was denying me gratification or satisfaction.
"Can't you carry that out on our marriage bed Leah?" I whined as I dropped my suitcase and pulled my tie off.
Leah looked up and blushed and I saw Rebecca hide her head under a cushion.
The second worst thing about your wife being a lesbian: she has loud sex with your sister. One thing you don't want to hear your sister say is that your wife isn't fingering her hard enough. It also kills an erection faster than anything I know.
"I thought you were working late tonight." Leah said as she adjusted her blouse and sat up and away from Rebecca. I walked over to them and sat on the recliner chair I had put there for my father when he came to stay in the city and watch the football games.
"It's eight, I thought that this was late but I guess not late enough." I threw my head back and massaged my temples. "Would you grab me a beer?"
"This isn't the 1950's Jake, go get one for yourself." Leah angrily told me.
I looked over at her and my sister, they were holding hands. There was a time when I was in love with Leah, I knew she was a lesbian, but I was still deeply in love with her. It lead me to marrying her to get her parents off her back. She was dating my sister even then but I hadn't let myself realise how serious they were. Underneath our wedding ring, there was a tattoo off Rebecca's name, the same on Rebecca's hand but saying: Leah. It was their promise to each other that they were unable to publically show.
"If it was the 1950's, you wouldn't be fucking my sister so openly. Anyone could walk in, including your brother Seth."
Seth wasn't homophobic, he wasn't in on the situation and Leah hated lying to him. They were as thick as thieves and the one thing Leah couldn't tell him was the one thing she was desperate to share with him. But Seth talked a lot, and that meant that he couldn't know, in case her parents found out and cut her off. And heiress cannot live without her millions.
"He's in love, so he's following some girl like she was the messiah." Rebecca said as she stretched out on my couch.
"Does this girl like him or is it hopeless for the boy?" Seth often went after girls that were out of his league or gold diggers.
"She says she doesn't have sex with people she loves." Leah rolled her eyes at the statement. "Plus, he says her name is Renesmee, what kind of name is that?"
Who doesn't have sex with some they love? I thought that was the whole social construction. Fall in love, have sex, get married, have sex, have a baby, the sex stops. That's what people say anyway. I fell in love, had no sex, got married, had no sex, fell out of love.
I would love to have sex with some I loved. I would love to have sex in any capacity, it's just not often that I find women who are able to accept the fact that I am married and I have to keep our relationship a secret. Plus, I like rough sex, and I like a girl who can take it, and give as good as she gets in the bedroom. It's a particular set of criteria that many aren't willing to take up. So I go to a little club, a discrete little place were Seattle's wealthiest cheat on their spouses.
Well it isn't exclusively for that, it's a sex club. And I feel like going there right now.
"I'm going out; to give you guys some privacy." I groaned, pushing myself up and heading to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes and into something a little less uptight, yet something smart. I go with a pair of tight grey pants and a crisp white shirt with platinum cufflinks I inherited off my grandfather, the founder of Black Industries.
"If I wasn't one hundred percent gay, I'd have sex with you right now." Leah said from the door. Rebecca had her arms wrapped around her waist and her head on her shoulder. She smiled at me sadly.
"Too bad. I have to search for it now." Rolling my eyes sarcastically and walking out the room.
"Don't forget to use a condom!" Rebecca yelled after me, "I don't want you getting HIV or some girl pregnant." Like I would make the mistake? I was more careful than anyone else.
I rolled my eyes for real. I grabbed some condoms out of the bathroom before I went to the kitchen to grab my wallet and my keys before I headed out the door. I hope I find some girl to take my mind off my demanding job and my miserable home life for more than five minutes.
NPOV
I can't believe I'm going to a sex club. I can't believe Nahuel talked me into this.
"Loosen up Ness! You'll enjoy it; there are some really hot men at this club." He said as he pulled on a pair of tight jeans. "And not all of them are into really kinky shit. It's just what I prefer."
I don't know how I got dragged into this. I could hang out with Seth or Skype Micah, get an update on Lily. I would love an update on Lily, I miss her desperately and I cannot wait to go home next weekend to see her. Hold her in my arms, twirl her around and kiss her.
I had to go to college though, Micah had already graduated by the time I had gotten pregnant and was now teaching at the local middle school in Forks. I would get my degree and do something and become a teacher as well, but I'd rather teach High School History. Seattle was close enough to home that I was able to go home every weekend and see my baby but I was still able to attend a good college.
I didn't think that I would make friends either. But I had: Nahuel, the campest man to come out of Brazil in the last decade and Seth, a well meaning trust fund kid. Well, they were both richer than Midas while I settled into a comfortable middle class life, my father was a local doctor and my mother was a librarian. I don't know how I really fell in with them, I met Nahuel while I was having casual sex with his roommate half way through my freshman year and Seth just zeroed in on me in my current sophomore year.
He was apparently in love with me. But I didn't have sex with people I loved. I loved Micah with all my soul when we were dating, and we made the mistake of not using protection and I got pregnant. That's how our relationship broke down and now I decided that I had sex with people I would never want a child with, because you're less likely to make the mistake of getting pregnant with them. I'm not going to give up sex, but I'm not going to be in love.
"I've never been to a club like this before." I smoothed out my bodycon dress that did wonders. I'd worked my arse off to lose the baby weight, it also helped that Lily fed a billion times as day and I'd lost half the weight through her feedings.
"You're looking divine, Sweetheart, and don't worry, just loosen up." Nahuel came over and massaged my shoulders. I looked in the mirror and saw my pale skin darkly contrasted with my burgundy velvet dress that hit my mid thigh. My hair cooperated with me today as the curls were pulled up into a pony tail with a few tendrils to frame my face. My makeup was on point and made me look more mature than I actually was.
"Let's go." I said as I pulled on my heels. Before we could actually leave though, Nahuel insisted on taking a thousand selfies that he would upload to instagram later and beg for me to like.
Swanky rich people sex clubs look exactly how you would imagine them to look. The music was low and sensual. Red and black damask wall paper, low sexy lighting and about three hundred people walking around, having drinks, whispering propositions in one another's ears and then disappearing into rooms holding all multitudes of sordid acts.
It made me wet just thinking about what could happen to be in one of these rooms. I liked sex a lot; when I was pregnant I would masturbate everyday on top of begging Micah to have sex with me. Since then, I wished I could have sex a lot more than I did. And sex that was better than missionary with some college boy who didn't know where the right buttons were. Micah was adequate but nowhere near what I read in books.
Nahuel quickly let go of my hand and half ran over to an old man with a bald spot. Nahuel liked older men, and these men were old. I guess this is what he meant by hot guys. My shoulders sagged as I walked over to the bar. You didn't have to be 21 to enter this club; you just had to be above the age of consent. Which meant that at twenty, I was able to indulge in the atmosphere but I wasn't able to drink as I wasn't old enough?
What's one year? Just under eight months until I turned 21.
I ordered a Diet Coke off a girl whose nipples were peaking out over the bodice off her corset. The drink cost way too much, but swanky rich people can afford to pay ridiculous prices for drinks. I sighed and stood at the bar and surveyed the situation but saw nothing that was grabbing my attention. Yet I felt eyes on me.
One pair of predatory eyes.
JPOV
Target acquired. Hot redhead at the bar. I stood up and walked over to her. She was petite, especially so compared to me. Curvy as well, but in a toned respect. It looked as though you could bounce a quarter off her ass. And her breasts were gorgeous in the form fitting dress; I would love to peel off and see what treasures lay beneath. Her hair tumbled down her back and ended at the small of her back.
As I reached her, she turned around to face me.
No lie, she had the face of an angel, but with all the promise of the debauchery of a devil. Large doe-like chocolate eyes. Freckles, like a catholic school girl, sprinkled across a button nose and the lips of a sinner.
Those lips, I would dream of those lips for years to come. I will dream about them kissing me, wrapped around my cock and soundlessly screaming and begging as she reached orgasm.
I held my hand out for hers and she placed her tiny pale fingers with the clasp of my russet paws.
"Jacob, Jacob Black." I placed my lips to her knuckle; she lowered her eyes and blushed. She was coy, I liked that.
"Re- Carlie, Carlie Masen."
Fake name, she was using a fake name. That was her prerogative I guess.
NPOV
I don't know why I was using my middle name and my father's name before he was adopted. I should have used Swan, which was far more elegant. For the most handsome man I have ever seen, I should have used my real name. I would have much preferred to hear it topple from his mouth later tonight than my middle name.
However my name was horrible to pronounce and many just called me Ness or Ren.
"What brings you to a place like this then Carlie?" His voice was husky and oozed sex.
I blushed. I never blushed. Why the fuck am I blushing in front of this man?
Yes he was handsome, maybe one of the most handsome men I had ever met. He had the most gorgeous russet skin, with cropped ebony hair. He was impossibly tall, as if he had giants blood in his system. And his eyes. Mysteriously dark and promised me that I was not going to be left disappointed tonight.
"Curiosity." I told him, trying to be as seductive as him, which isn't easy as you drink a diet coke, it would have been sexier if I looked over the rim of a martini glass.
"I'm sure the saying is: curiosity killed the cat."
I just laughed unable to think of a witty retort in front of this sex god. He looked like he could throw me around a room easily and his hands hinted at something amazing hidden underneath his tight suit pants.
"How about you, Mr Black, why are you here?" I asked, sipping my drink. He mirrors my action with his beer. This place served only the best as well, some brand I had never even heard of.
He smiled at my calling him Mr Black. "In search of curious girls." He replied.
Shit, that was either smooth or lame, but I didn't care, because my pussy was nearly weeping with joy at the sight of him.
"Do you want another drink?" he asked, pointing at my glass, which was nearly half empty.
"I'm fine with this for the moment."
Channel your bedroom eyes, right now. I felt like my heart was coming out of my chest. I knew I was going to have sex with him tonight. And I knew I was going to enjoy it. Well, I hoped, he would know what to do.
He assessed me once, reached for my hand. "How about we go somewhere, a little more private then?"
I merely nodded and took his hand. I searched for Nahuel in the crowd as we walked to one of the private rooms, his hand gripping mine. Nahuel held two thumbs up to me when I caught his gaze. I smirked.
Jacob led me into a private room two leather sofas on either side of a black table. The room was lit dully to convey a sense of forbidden sexiness. There was another door to what I think would be a bedroom. "Do you mind if I close the door?" He asked. "I don't want people walking in on us."
I shook my head and sat down on the leather sofa. There was a bowl of condoms on the table. At least they practised safe sex here.
"So, Carlie, what do you do?" he enquired, sitting on the same sofa as me. His arm spread out and he faced me with such confidence that it was almost impossible not to be attracted to him.
"I'm an undergrad at the University of Washington, how about you Mr Black, what do you do?"
He hasn't corrected me for calling him Mr Black, so I guess he likes it.
"I have my fingers in a lot of pies, let's say." He replied, placing his hand on my knee. I shifted closer.
"How about your age Mr Black?"
"Twenty Eight, you Miss Masen?"
Oh god I was getting wetter and wetter by the second.
"Twenty."
His eyes widened for a second but they grew darker, as if with temptation and his hand skirted up my thigh. "And what, Miss Masen, do want to happen tonight?"
I moved my body so I was facing him; I looked at him directly in the eyes and said, "Well, I was hoping that you would fuck me. Hard, and good. Then I was thinking about going to get some greasy diner food and go home to bed, after being well and truly satisfied."
Some people may call me a slut for liking sex. I have a daughter, I'm a mother but why should I deny myself the carnal pleasure? I know what I like.
I know what I want.
JPOV
Fucking hell, she was so sexy.
And I knew I was in so much trouble.
So... what do you think guys? The cliff-hanger is on purpose, to hook you in hopefully.
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