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  “You two had a bad experience. That’s not easy to get over—especially when it’s one of your first.”

  Katie nodded, filling the silence with a final drag of the cigarette. She dumped the butt into an empty beer bottle. “Life’s kinda crazy and unpredictable, isn’t it?”

  John looked at her, their eyes meeting in the dark. She no longer felt chilly. “Very,” he agreed.

  The moment was interrupted by the sliding door opening and the ruckus of the party spilling out. “Should we come back?” Nadia said.

  Katie stepped away from John—when had she gotten so close? Turning, she saw Nadia in the door and Max just behind her. She saw the conflict in her husband’s face—the same conflict that she felt when she noticed that his arm was around Nadia’s waist and his hand was on her bare midriff.

  “We come with gifts,” said Nadia, holding out some drinks. “But if you two are having a moment—“

  “No, of course not,” Katie said. “Drinks. Yes. Thanks.”

  John lit up another cigarette. When he offered it to Katie, she shook her head. She was always self-conscious about smoking around Max. Drinking was a better buzz.

  “What is this?” she asked, guzzling the punch too quickly.

  “What do I look like, someone who works in a bar?” Nadia joked.

  Max added, “It’ll get you buzzed. Does it matter?”

  “You two run an upscale speakeasy that specializes in artisanal cocktails?” Katie said. “Very interesting.”

  Nadia rolled her eyes. “Just drink, snob! You’re way too sober.”

  Katie laughed and did as she was told

  ****

  The night flowed along with the booze. Katie hadn’t been to a party like this in a long time. The apartment was packed to standing room only. People clustered everywhere, dressed in outlandish costumes that made Katie feel better about her own—it was like every male fantasy had come to life. Sexy maids and nurses were represented. A sexy teacher danced with a sexy school girl across the room. Cheerleaders and vampires and slutty versions of Disney princesses all mingled through the tightly packed throng.

  Katie and Nadia were in line for more drinks, and had to yell to be heard. “So have you seen that guy again?”

  “AJ?” Nadia asked. Katie nodded, as if she didn’t know exactly who AJ was. “Yeah. Couple times. I invited him to this, but he had other plans.”

  Katie’s heart lurched at the bullet she hadn’t realized that she’d just dodged. Not that she had anything to hide, but meeting AJ at a party like this could have been awkward.

  “How about you?” Nadia said. “You got any guys in your bullpen?”

  Katie laughed at the analogy. “No one warming up, if that’s what you mean. But there’s a guy.”

  It was a testament to how strong the drinks were that Katie said anything at all. Nadia’s interest was piqued.

  “Oh? Anyone I know?”

  “No. Just a guy I’m working with.”

  “Client?”

  “Yeah,” Katie said.

  “Katherine Callahan is mixing business with pleasure?” Nadia faked a scandalous tone. “I’m shocked.”

  “I know. And it’s nothing, just some fun.”

  Nadia pinched Katie’s arm. “I’m just teasing. I think it’s great. And shows how much you’ve changed over the last year.”

  “Well, a lot’s happened.”

  Nadia pressed herself close to Katie, her fingers curling around the redhead’s waist. “A lot, yes.”

  Katie inhaled Nadia’s perfume, distinct, spicy, and undeniably feminine. She suddenly became hyper-aware of the other woman’s warm hands on her bare skin.

  Nadia leaned in, her voice gentle, barely audible above the ruckus of the party. “It still makes you nervous, doesn’t it?” Nadia tilted her head, as though preparing for a kiss. Instead, she smiled and added, “But I know you like it.”

  Katie’s chest felt tight. The two times she’d been with another woman had been in the context of group sex—in the heat of an already intense sex scene. This felt different. There was no way to deny her attraction.

  Katie started to protest—more out of good girl instinct than genuine concern—when Nadia completed the action she’d started moments before. She dipped in and kissed Katie on the mouth.

  Katie’s body stiffened. Nadia’s nose brushed along her own, her lips and mouth so unbelievably soft. Panic yielded to excitement—the same thrill of being a bad girl, of being unexpected.

  The women melted into one another. The party around them faded away. Even the feminine body pressed against her lost definition to the sensual play of tongue against tongue.

  Nadia broke the kiss. The world around them came crashing back. The guy behind them dressed as a Jedi cheered a big, “Don’t stop now, honeys!”

  Katie’s face burned.

  Nadia said to Katie, “Want to get out of here? I bet John and Max are ready to leave, too.”

  Katie did, but it scared her. She hadn’t realized how much baggage she’d been carrying around since the Chloe thing—since Hong Kong. She’d nearly lost her husband and her marriage because of that mess, and right or wrong, she tied Nadia and John to it.

  “Come on, ladies, don’t tease a guy like that,” the Jedi said.

  Nadia turned to him. “Would you shut the fuck up? Go beat off somewhere else.”

  “Whoa. Princess Jasmine’s got a temper on her,” he said, hands up.

  Katie couldn’t help but laugh. Nadia grabbed her hand and pulled her out of line. Katie just looked back at him and shrugged.

  Nadia drew Katie into the bathroom, which surprisingly had no line. As she locked the door behind her, a thrill passed through Katie.

  “For privacy,” Nadia explained.

  Instead of going right in for another kiss, as Katie expected, Nadia leaned against the sink and looked Katie in the eyes. “I know you’re still marked by what happened. I respect that, and if you want to go back out there, find Max, and go back home with him alone, I’ll totally respect that, too.”

  Katie felt sincerity in Nadia’s words. She wasn’t Chloe—she wasn’t trying to seduce Katie into doing something she didn’t want to do.

  “But?” Katie asked, finally relaxing.

  “But I want to fuck you so badly,” Nadia said, letting it all out in a breathy rush. “And so does John.”

  Katie laughed. Giggled even. What else could she do? She wanted all of it. No sense in denying it anymore.

  “Okay,” Katie said.

  “Okay?”

  “Yes. Okay, let’s go find the guys.”

  ****

  They all piled into a cab, heading to Nadia and John’s place. Max sat up front, John, Nadia, and Katie crammed into the back with John in between the girls. Everyone was buzzing, and it was from more than booze and nicotine.

  Katie turned to John, her earlier shyness snuffed out by the electricity of the night. “Hi,” she said.

  “Hey, yourself,” was all he could manage. Katie kissed him hard, cupping his smooth cheeks as she cradled his head. It felt good to kiss a man—reassuring to her sense of heteronormativity.

  Not to mention Max, there in the front seat, watching her do it. That lit a fire inside her.

  Breaking the kiss, she glanced at Nadia, waiting eagerly opposite her. “Your turn,” she said, directing John’s head around to his wife’s. The two kissed deeply, tongues meeting in a wet duel.

  Katie looked over at Max, who was twisted around in his seat, mesmerized. The cab driver was, too, although he only risked furtive glimpses in the rearview mirror as he drove them through the night.

  An audience. She had an audience. Her breathing sped up. Her body hummed.

  John pulled out of his kiss with Nadia. “Your turn?” he said. At first, Katie thought he was going to kiss her again, but he sat back in the seat, put his hands on the back of the back of Nadia and Katie’s heads, and nudged them together.

  Neither needed much prompting, although again Katie had to fight back her reflex to pull away at the last second. As Nadia’s lips found hers, and Nadia’s tongue sliced into Katie’s mouth, the instinct to flee dissipated. She welcomed the kiss, reveling in it.

  Still, subconsciously maybe, her free hand sought out John’s cock, finding him erect and ready through his loose pants.

  Katie squeezed it, felt it throb. She couldn’t wait to feel that inside her again, she thought guiltily.

  When Nadia and Katie separated, Katie realized that the cab was stopped. They’d arrived at Nadia’s condo complex. Max paid the driver. Said: “Thanks for the ride.”

  “Buddy,” the driver said, “I think your ride’s about to start.”

  “I think you’re totally right.”

  ****

  Katie bobbed up and down John’s length, indulging in the strange cock like an exquisite meal. She loved the way it felt in her mouth, how different the contours were as she traced it with her tongue. Most of all, though, she loved the way he groaned above her as she blew him.

  As they blew him, she corrected. Nadia was on her knees beside Katie, her mouth focused on John’s balls as Katie sucked his shaft.

  John groaned. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s good.”

  Nadia pulled up. “Switch,” she said.

  They switched, Nadia going to work aggressively sucking John off as Katie dipped low and slathered his shaven balls with saliva. When she wrapped her lips around his scrotum and sucked, he moaned sharply.

  Katie’s pussy quivered. She’d never done this before—never participated in a double blowjob. It felt so naughty. The fact that she was doing it to John, not Max, made it even spicier, albeit with a tinge of guilt.

  Nadia pulled up, her fingers replacing her mouth to pump his cock. “So the
sultan’s guard likes two girls on his dick?”

  Katie sucked one last time on his balls before licked up the side of his shaft. When she got to Nadia’s fingers, she licked those, too, kissing her platinum wedding band.

  Nadia went back to work, lapping her tongue along the opposite side of his shaft, both of them now focusing on his cock. They fell into a rhythm, their lips meeting around his cock, forming a soft, wet ring as they danced up and down his length, two tongues lashing instead of one.

  Katie could tell that he was close. His breathing became sporadic. His abs clenched. He moaned harder, louder, squirming under the onslaught. Nadia swallowed him, only to pull away and let Katie take a bob. Back and forth they passed him, each woman taking a quick turn as they tickled his balls with their fingernails.

  “Uh, yes!” John groaned, rocking back in the sofa. “That feels...that feels...sooo good!”

  Katie’s body was on fire, too. Her nipples screamed against the bra-like top of her costume. Her pussy was drenched.

  He came inside Nadia’s mouth first, although the women orchestrated a perfectly timed switch between ropey blasts of come. Katie swallowed like the sex slave she was pretending to be, passing his cock back to Nadia only to watch the other woman finish him off. Inches from Nadia, Katie was mesmerized. The woman looked so sexy doing that, her cheeks caved in, her eyes closed, long lashes fanning out like half-moons.

  When John was through, Nadia released him, turned to Katie, and pulled the redhead into a sweltering kiss. They swapped come as much as spit as they made out. It felt so surreal to Katie. She wasn’t the kind of woman who did this sort of thing. What would her friends think of her now, as she French kissed another woman and shared another man’s come? What would the partners at her firm do? She thought about her clients—about Bradley—who could never see this side of her.

  At some point, the act became less about putting on a display for John and more about enjoying the Sapphic touch. The kiss slowed, their bodies came together. Katie felt Nadia’s hand slide into the front of her panties as her own hands cupped Nadia’s ass.

  “She’s so wet, my prince,” Nadia said, breaking free to look at Max, sitting on the couch.

  Max grinned. He still wore the sultan’s plumed headdress and the golden robe, but was otherwise naked. The robe hung open, his cock clutched in his hand.

  “Strip each other,” Max ordered.

  Nadia stood, offering her hand to Katie. Katie took it, letting herself be pulled up and turned to her husband. It was easier to be passive when it was another woman behind her, touching her, working the clasp of her harem girl halter top.

  “Just relax, Katie,” Nadia whispered. “Look at your husband. He’s loving this.”

  Max was. He was staring with a hungry expression that made Katie shiver. The top came off and Nadia reached around, cupping Katie’s full swells. “Do they please you, master?” Nadia asked.

  “They do,” he said.

  “You did well, choosing this slave, master.”

  Katie saw Max’s domineering facade drop for a second and shared a smile with him. The scenario was fun, but also silly, and they knew each other too well to start calling one another master and slave.

  Nadia pinched Katie’s nipples, and the silent exchange between Max and Katie broke. No matter how silly this was, that was another woman behind her, stripping her, kissing her neck. There was no way to pretend otherwise. Yet as her nerves set in, she simply had to look at Max, see the hunger in his stare, and she was able to enjoy it.

  Nadia’s hands left Katie’s tits, traveling down her flat stomach to her waist—to the hem of her gypsy pants. Nadia hooked her thumbs into Katie’s pants and panties, pushing them over her hips. Katie felt so exposed, even in front of her husband of nearly ten years.

  “Keep the heels on,” Max said as Katie stepped out of her clothing.

  She nodded, then turned to Nadia to return the favor. Nadia didn’t turn for her, however, forcing Katie to strip her face-to-face. Katie rolled her eyes at Nadia’s insufferable smile, then reached around her and worked open the other woman’s top.

  Nadia had gorgeous breasts. At just twenty-seven and without going through motherhood and breastfeeding, her olive-hued tits still rested high and plump, capped with dusky nipples that screamed to be sucked on. Katie couldn’t resist, dipping in to take one between her lips.

  Nadia clutched at Katie’s hair, moaning at the touch. “Oh, baby, that’s good,” she said.

  Katie worked her hands down Nadia’s lean back, found the waistband of her pants and pushed them downward. Releasing her lip-lock on Nadia’s tits, she lowered herself into a crouch to peel down Nadia’s flowing pants, putting her right next to the other woman’s bare shaven pussy.

  Suddenly, everything about this night snapped into vivid, raunchy reality.

  Max’s voice cut through the roar of blood in her ears. “I want you to eat her.”

  Katie’s stomach tightened, even as her pussy swelled. This felt so wrong, yet so exciting. For the quickest of moments, she remembered the suit-wearing accountant she was by day. Then, she took a deep, fortifying breath, wrapped her hands around Nadia’s ass, and ran her tongue across her moist sex.

  Nadia moaned, threading her fingers into Katie’s hair. Encouraged, Katie did it again, dragging the flat of her tongue across the entire length of Nadia’s slit. She was silky smooth. Katie remembered a brush of dark brown hair on her mound, but had to admit the bald look was exciting. Everything that happened was exciting.

  Keeping Katie’s head against her crotch, Nadia lowered herself onto the sofa, getting more comfortable for both of them. She spread her legs wide, giving Katie complete access.

  Katie took it, trying to recall the things that Nadia enjoyed the last time they were together. She pushed two fingers inside the other woman, slowly finger-fucking her as she flicked Nadia’s exposed clit. Nadia squirmed, moaning louder, and Katie felt pride warm her insides. She was doing something right.

  Katie heard Max speak without fully comprehending the words. “You, there. Guard. I want you to fuck that slave.”

  Katie continued to eat Nadia’s pussy, listening to the other woman’s vocal cues as she gauged how close she was to orgasm. Her tongue flashed this way and that across Nadia’s clit, a panicked zigzag that Katie knew felt like magic.

  And then she felt something hard and large press against her pussy from behind. She didn’t even have time to pull off Nadia’s cunt and look back before John entered her.

  When he pulled back, the ridge of his cockhead ratcheted up the pleasure a hundred fold. Nadia grabbed Katie’s head, shoving it back between her thighs before she could fully wrap her mind around what was happening.

  “Don’t stop,” Nadia moaned. “Keep eating my pussy.”

  Katie tried, but her attention was divided. She couldn’t fully focus on Nadia, not with the feeling of strange cock driving in and out of her. She gave up with her mouth as the waves of pleasure came crashing. She worked Nadia with her hands, finger-banging her with one hand as she worked her clit with the other.

  It was enough for Nadia, who finally screamed out an orgasm of her own. She shoved Katie’s face back into her pussy, lifting her hips off the sofa, grinding her smooth cunt against Katie’s mouth.

  And still, John fucked Katie. When Nadia went limp on the sofa, John pulled out long enough to flip Katie over, place her on her back next to Nadia, and enter her once again.

  Katie met John’s eyes. The link was established. Looking into his deep, brown irises, something dawned on her—something that scared her to death.

  She loved this man. The epiphany was as profound as it was obvious.

  She placed her hands on his hips. To push him back? To keep him there? He drove into her, filling her, forcing a cry of pleasure from her—and those hands curled around his ass, encouraging him to fuck her deeper.

  Vaguely, she was aware of a shift on the couch beside her. Looking to her right, she saw Max there, his robe gone, guiding his cock between Nadia’s thighs.

  Katie smiled at him, reaching out to hold his hand.

  John drove into her again, forcing a moan—forcing her eyes closed and her mind to go haywire.

  She loved John, but not in the same way that she loved Max. No one would ever replace him. And she would never, ever let anyone come between them again.