Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
I caught sight of myself in a mirror. The lingerie set I’d got from Rachel was absolutely gorgeous, the dark blue of the sky just as the first stars come out, with detail embroidered in delicate silver thread. The material was silky and felt amazing against my skin, with pretty lace edging. There was a bra, a pair of panties and a suspender belt. With stockings and my black heels, I had to admit it looked vampish and amazing...but I’d never planned on wearing it in public. I swallowed, staring at myself. It wasn’t just being nearly nude. It wasn’t just feeling huge and pale next to all the slender, tanned women getting changed around me. It was that, even fully dressed, I didn’t have the confidence to strut around with everyone looking at me. On the rare occasion I did go to parties, I stood in the corner. I felt the panic rise in my chest. This isn’t me! I don’t go to sex parties, I run a freakin’ bookstore! I glanced towards the door and just the thought of going upstairs dressed like this made my legs go shaky. I was this close to putting my dress back on, yelling for Radimir and running.
Then a flash of metal in the mirror caught my eye. I looked down at my hand and saw my wedding band.
I was a geeky bookworm who ran a bookstore. But I was also Mrs. Aristov. And she wouldn’t be scared.
I felt something harden inside me. My spine straightened. The panic didn’t disappear, but it was sucked down deep.
I dug out a lipstick and touched up my lips. Then I locked my dress and purse in the locker and turned towards the door. Okay. I can do this. I took a step and then just kept going and God it felt weird, wearing this stuff outside the bedroom, but then the doorway was coming up in front of me and—
I emerged into the hallway and Radimir was right there waiting for me, in a pair of black jockey shorts and nothing else. He looked me up and down and his eyes became molten. He put his hands on my shoulders, and I could feel the tremble of raw lust: he was just barely controlling himself. He slid his hands up to cup my face and said, “You look like a goddess.” He leaned down and kissed me softly, then led me by the hand towards the main room.
I tried to focus on him to keep my panic in check. If I was a goddess he was most definitely a god: the slow sway of his wide shoulders as he walked, the broad, caramel swells of his pecs and that tight, hard midsection. I felt like nothing could hurt me, with him by my side.
We stepped out into the main room. There were three couples in their underwear, now, and only one newly arrived couple who were still dressed, which made it a little easier. But I still nearly stumbled as I felt the cool air of the big space brush over my near nakedness. And then everyone turned to look at us and for a second, I just wanted to disappear…
But it was like jumping into a swimming pool. There was a quick shock of cold and then, after a few seconds, it started to feel okay. People looked...but then carried on with their conversations. I felt the tension in my chest start to ease.
Radimir led me to the staircase again and, this time, the woman smiled at us and stepped aside to let us pass. As we climbed, we could hear voices and laughter from upstairs. And then another sound: rhythmic cries, rising steadily. I swallowed. Yep. That is the sound of someone being fucked.
“Sooo...people come here to, um...have sex with other people?” I mumbled. “I mean...with people not their partner?”
“Some just come to watch, or to be watched. But mostly, yes.”
Anxiety suddenly clawed at my chest. “But we won’t have to...I mean, if someone asks us to—”
He stopped and turned to face me. “Do you really think I’d let someone else touch what’s mine?”
I relaxed a little. We climbed up the last few stairs and—
This floor was laid out in an elongated C, wrapping around the staircase. It was darker, up here, with just a few wall sconces throwing out warm pools of light, and flickering candles casting moving shadows everywhere. The walls were a classy dark blue and the low light meant that they dropped off into blackness long before the ceiling, so it felt almost like we were outside. Four doorways led to bedrooms, all with their doors wide open, and inside…
I stopped, transfixed. I was vaguely aware I was blocking the stairs, but I couldn’t make my feet work.
I’d never actually seen other people having sex: not live, not right in front of me. The woman I’d seen downstairs, in opera gloves and stockings, was riding one man while another knelt behind her and cupped her breasts and a third stood beside the bed, kissing her. A noise from the next bedroom along made me turn and suddenly I was looking right into the eyes of a black-haired man as he fucked a petite, dark-haired woman with a nose stud who was on all fours. He gave me a proud grin, running an adoring hand over his girlfriend’s rump, and I quickly looked away.