“This room has a two-way mirror, so the people inside don’t know who’s watching. There will be a second room like this across the hall.” His voice is low and close to my ear, and I grab onto his arm since my knees are already knocking together and he’s always been good at using his voice just to make me hot for him.
He walks past the mirrored room to another observation room looking into the final room, which is encased in glass. “And this is similar to the two-way mirror room, except those performing inside can see who’s observing them.” The room is empty tonight, but I can imagine once this place is open, it’ll be difficult to get a spot both in the room and in the viewing area.
“Want to watch?” he asks, nodding toward the observation room overlooking the sex swing couple.
I nod, my eyes wide as they connect with his. He offers a soft chuckle, and he seems so…relaxed here. Almost in his element.
We’ve never done this before. Maybe he did before he met me, but we’ve been together a long time now, and he’s never once been in a sex club…at least not to my knowledge, and as far as I know, we tell each other everything.
Or we did, at least, before we had a baby and life simply took over.
Coax is different, and it’s exciting. It’s a little intimidating, a little wrong, and very, very sexy.
James urges me to go first with a hand on the small of my back. I choose a row in the middle. There are three loveseats together with nobody occupying any of them, so I choose the one furthest into the room for a little extra privacy.
It’s dim in here, and we move quickly so we don’t block anybody’s view. I sit on the leather loveseat, sinking into the luxurious cushion that tells me Victor spared no expense with this place.
James’s hand finds my thigh, and I settle back into the cushion as I watch what’s going on in front of me. It’s sort of like watching porn…except the people here are live, this is totally unscripted, and others in the room are watching with us.
Nearly every one of my senses is attacked in this small room.
The feel of James’s palm on my thigh, his fingertips sliding higher as he watches what’s happening in front of us.
The sound of the woman in the room moaning with delight at what her partner is doing combined with the music they’re listening to as its piped somehow seamlessly into this observation room.
The view of him feasting as he really goes to town on her pussy, my mouth watering as I think about how long it’s been since I’ve had my husband’s cock in my mouth, the smell of sex in the air…and, of course, the tight clenching of my thighs as I try to relax mixed with the ache pressing heavily between my legs.
I feel James’s eyes on my profile, and I glance over at him. “Relax,” he whispers, his words only for me as the woman’s moans pick up.
“Oh God,” she moans. “I’m going to come!”
He stops what he’s doing, and I’m so engrossed in the scene I’m no longer worried about the who’s who of Vegas celebrities in attendance.
“You’ll come when I say you’re allowed to come.”
Holy shit. Why is that so hot?
We used to play like that. It’s been far too long, though. It started as a loose thread that slowly unraveled over time until we found ourselves where we are now, ripped and pulled apart. But maybe he’s right. Maybe Coax is what will drive us back into each other’s arms.
Maybe it’s where we can rediscover the spark that’s been missing a while now.
He pulls her off the swing and tosses her over his shoulder like he’s some caveman, and then he tosses her onto the bed. “On your stomach,” he says, and he walks over to a bureau. He opens a drawer and pulls out a device that catches the light, a sparkling red diamond-shaped jewel on one side and a black, conical shape that tapers to a rounded point on the other side.
He covers it with lube then carries it over to the woman, inserting it into her butt.
And then he rolls on a condom and slides into her from behind. Watching two people have sex right in front of us heightens the tension between James and me.
James slides his fingertips higher along my thigh, and I let out a soft exhale as the ache between my legs pulses more fiercely. I want him to take me into one of the private rooms and do to me what’s happening to the woman behind the two-way mirror.
Instead, we continue to watch, my breath becoming labored as the intensity builds. James fingers the edge of my panties, and I thank all things holy that I chose a dress for tonight’s date.
I had no idea I’d end up at a sex club in Vegas when I chose this dress for this evening.
His fingertips move up toward the top of my panties, and he finally breaches the elastic waistband. While everything about this is so wrong—we’re watching another couple have sex right in front of us with people sitting a few seats away in a room where they’re probably doing something very similar to what James is doing to me right now—it’s also so, so right.
He runs a fingertip along one side of my labia before rounding across the top and down the other side, drawing a little half-circle on my pussy without touching inside my folds. I shift, in part to urge him toward my clit and partly to allow my legs to fall open to give him wider access, but he does the same thing again. Back and forth, back and forth, teasing me and torturing me with every achingly slow turn.
My breath hitches when he gets close to dipping a finger down toward my clit, but he backs out at the last turn of a second, petting me along the outer lips of my vagina again and again. He runs his full hand down, cupping my entire mound and rubbing circles around where I need him to be. Anticipation boils all around me as I wait for him to push a finger in, but he just keeps teasing me, driving me crazy with lust.
I slip my hand under his arm and reach onto his lap to give him a taste of his own medicine.
I run my hand lightly between his legs, and I find a hard, steel cock waiting for me. I pull my hand backward, applying a little more pressure this time, and I hear his own breathing hitch at the sensation. I do it again, back and forth, and then I grasp his cock over his jeans. He hisses softly, and I reach down to cup his balls the way I know he likes. He shoves his hips toward my hand, and at the same time he finally slides his finger down, pushing it into me to the sound of my soft gasp.
I need his mouth on me.
Hell, I need my mouth on him.
I need him pinching my nipples as he drives me to a climax far too long in the making.
I need this to be slow and luxurious as much as I need a quick release.
I just need him, and it hits me in that second that nobody else would ever do. Nobody could ever love me the way he does. Nobody could ever understand me or touch me or laugh with me or cry with me or fight with me the way he does.
For a second, I thought maybe the grass was greener somewhere else. Maybe another man would show up on time for me, or would give me the consideration I deserve, or wouldn’t leave his socks on the floor next to the hamper rather than just throwing them right in.
The grass isn’t greener over there. This side of the yard just needs a little attention to be lush and beautiful again.
I think he was right.
I think this club might’ve just saved our marriage.
CHAPTER 7
We continue to tease each other until the scene in front of us is over. The lights go out once they’ve both reached their climax, and in the dimness, James drives a second finger into me for a beat before removing his hand from my pussy.