The After Party

Zack knelt behind Grant, spreading lubricant on his fingers. I watched Grant's face as my husband worked a finger into him, his expression shifting from surprise to pleasure.

I spotted Grant the moment he walked into the club. Broad shoulders in a tailored shirt, that salt-and-pepper beard I’d always had a thing for, and hands that looked like they knew what to do with a woman. My husband Zack noticed me noticing.

“See something you like?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

“Maybe.” I took a sip of my drink, keeping my eyes on Grant. “He’d look good tied to our bed, don’t you think?”

Zack chuckled. “Thought we were here to find you a playmate, Vanessa.”

“Plans change.” I smoothed down my leather skirt. “Besides, you’ve been talking about wanting to watch me dominate someone else for months.”

Grant looked our way, and I held his gaze. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile before he turned back to the bar.

“Fuck, he’s interested,” I said.

“You’re wearing that skirt. Everyone’s interested.” Zack’s hand slid up my thigh. “Go talk to him. I’ll watch from here.”

I downed the rest of my whiskey and made my way across the room. The club was busy for a Thursday, full of people looking for the same thing we were — a break from vanilla routines.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked, sliding onto the stool next to Grant.

He turned, eyes tracking down my body and back up. “I’d mind if you didn’t.”

“Vanessa,” I said, extending my hand.

“Grant.” His grip was firm. “You’re here with someone?”

I nodded toward Zack. “My husband. We have an arrangement.”

“Lucky man.”

“Lucky me,” I corrected. “I get what I want, and he gets to watch.”

Grant raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you want tonight?”

I leaned in close. “Someone who knows how to follow orders. Someone who’d look pretty begging for permission to cum while I ride his face.”

His pupils dilated. “Christ.”

“Too direct?” I asked, smirking.

“Too perfect,” he countered. “Your husband’s okay with this?”

I took his phone from the bar, punched in my number. “Why don’t we go ask him?”

Twenty minutes later, we were back at our place. Grant stood awkwardly in our living room until I pointed to the floor.

“Knees,” I said.

He hesitated, glancing at Zack, who had settled into the armchair.

“He won’t help you,” I said. “In fact, he’s going to enjoy watching me break you.”

Grant sank to his knees. I circled him slowly, my heels clicking on the hardwood.

“Safe word is ‘red.’ Use it if needed. Otherwise, you speak when spoken to. Understood?”

“Yes.”

I grabbed his chin. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” I released him and turned to Zack. “Undress him for me.”

Zack approached Grant, methodically removing his clothes while I watched. When Grant was naked, I nodded approvingly.

“Hands behind your back.”

Zack retrieved rope from our toy chest, binding Grant’s wrists with practiced efficiency.

“You ever been with a couple before?” I asked.

“No, Mistress.”

“But you’ve thought about it?”

Grant swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”

I crouched in front of him. “What did you imagine? Tell me everything.”

“Being used by both of you. Watching you together. Being told what to do.”

I ran my nails down his chest. “And did you imagine being at my mercy? Having to beg for release?”

His cock twitched. “Yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you did.” I stood and slowly unzipped my skirt, letting it pool at my feet. “Zack, prepare our guest.”

Zack knelt behind Grant, spreading lubricant on his fingers. I watched Grant’s face as my husband worked a finger into him, his expression shifting from surprise to pleasure.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Good,” Grant gasped. “So good, Mistress.”

“He’s tight,” Zack remarked, adding a second finger.

I stripped off my blouse and bra. “Zack, on the bed. I want you to watch while I use our new toy.”

Zack obeyed, positioning himself against the headboard. I led Grant to the bed, pushing him face-down beside my husband.

“Ass up,” I ordered.

Grant complied, presenting himself. I donned a strap-on from our collection, enjoying the weight of it against my clit.

“Look at Zack while I fuck you,” I commanded, positioning myself. “I want him to see your face.”

I pushed in slowly, watching Grant’s mouth fall open in a silent moan. Zack’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched.

“Talk to him,” I told Zack, beginning to thrust. “Tell him what you see.”

“She’s stretching you open,” Zack murmured. “You should see how powerful she looks taking you like this.”

Grant groaned, his face flushed.

“Harder, Mistress,” he begged. “Please.”

I spanked his ass sharply. “Did I say you could make demands?”

“No, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

I increased my pace anyway, gripping his hips. “Zack, underneath him. Suck his cock.”

Zack slid beneath Grant, taking his length into his mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth — “ he gasped.

I pulled his head back by his hair. “You like having my husband’s mouth on you while I fuck your ass?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted. “It’s incredible.”

I reached around to stroke his nipples, pinching them between my fingers. His entire body shuddered.

“You don’t cum until I say so,” I warned. “Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I fucked him harder, the base of the strap-on grinding against my clit with each thrust. Zack hummed around Grant’s cock, sending vibrations through him.

“Zack, stop,” I ordered when I saw Grant getting too close. “I’m not done with him yet.”

I pulled out and flipped Grant onto his back. “Eat me,” I commanded, straddling his face.

His tongue found my clit immediately, eager and skilled. I rocked against his mouth, watching Zack stroke himself.

“He’s good at that,” I told my husband. “Almost as good as you.”

Zack’s eyes blazed. “Let me taste you both.”

I beckoned him closer. “Kiss me. Taste his mouth on mine.”

Zack leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned as Grant’s tongue worked magic between my legs.

“I want him to cum in my mouth,” Zack whispered against my lips. “Then kiss you with his cum on my tongue.”

“Fuck yes,” I gasped, my orgasm building. “Grant, make me cum and then you can fill my husband’s mouth.”

Grant doubled his efforts, sucking my clit while sliding two fingers inside me. I gripped the headboard, grinding against his face as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

“Fuck!” I cried out, thighs trembling as I came hard.

I moved off his face, his beard glistening with my wetness. “Your turn,” I told him. “Cum for us.”

Zack took Grant’s cock in his mouth again, and I knelt beside them, whispering filthy encouragements. Grant’s breathing quickened, his abs tightening as he approached climax.

“Now,” I commanded.

Grant exploded with a shout, his body arching off the bed. Zack swallowed most of it, then pulled me into a messy kiss, sharing Grant’s release between us.

When we broke apart, Grant was watching us with wide eyes.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

I smiled, running my finger through the mixture of cum on my lips before pushing it into his mouth.

“Welcome to the club,” I said. “Same time next week?”