Anything Goes III (Audio Script)

Stories

This is… this is strange.

Being here without you is… well, I guess I know what it feels like now.

And I’m fine with it, really.

We discussed all the feelings that might arise, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I’m actually enjoying thinking about what the two of you might be doing at the moment.

It’s hot, thinking about you with another woman.

But there is a twinge of… something.

It’s my first time being in this position, but you’ve watched me with another guy multiple times since we started coming here.

It was time that you went off on your own and got to have your own experience.

I’m eager to hear about it.

But for now all I’ve got is my imagination.

“So, here’s where she’s been hiding.”

I turn around in my seat and… there you are.

It’s only been half an hour or so since you went off with her, but… yeah, there it is.

I can see that look in your eyes, the one that clearly says ‘I just got laid.’

“There you are.”

“Hi.”

“Babe, this is Jenna.

Jenna, this is my wife, Mallory.”

“Hi, Jenna.”

“Hey.”

“You two… have fun?”

“Yeah, um… yeah, we did.

We were just coming to find you.

How about you?

Did you get into any trouble?”

“Um, no, not really.

There’s not as many people here tonight as there usually are.”

“Hm, yeah.

Might be because the holidays just ended or something. Jenna and I were, uh, thinking about grabbing a room for the three of us.

What do you think?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.

Babe, can you grab me another drink?

Jenna, do you want anything?”

“Oh… um, a French 75, if they can.”

“Sounds good.

I’ll come and find you two.”

Jenna is… very attractive.

I have no doubt that you and she had a great time together.

I honestly can’t quite decide what I’m feeling for her at this moment.

A desire to show her how I fuck Vincent.

Or maybe… do I want Jenna to fuck me?

Neither of us speaks as we walk down the long hallway lined with private rooms.

It’s not uncomfortable.

I think we’re just… feeling each other out.

And in a place like this?

Small talk is always optional.

“Looks like… yeah, this one is free.

I’ll leave the door open a little so Vincent can find us.”

The room is nice, decorated mostly the same as the last one Vincent and I were in a few weeks ago.

Each room is thoughtfully designed, not themed by any means, but guided by particular colors.

I sit down on the couch and…

I’m surprised you sit next to me.

Your shoulder brushes against mine.

“So, um…”

“Yeah, sorry.

I hope this isn’t awkward.”

“No, not at all.

This is just the first time that he’s gone out on his own here.

I’m really glad he did because I was the one getting involved with other people our last few times.”

“Well, I can’t say I know him very well, but he seems like a great guy.”

“Yeah, he is.”

What is this feeling…?

Friendly competition maybe?

Or is it more?

I feel… almost… I don’t know.

I want her attention.

Yours, too.

But mostly hers…

I’ve been with a woman a couple of times.

That threesome back in college.

And another time… but that was just a one-night thing.

Why can’t I stop imagining myself between her legs?

“Hey, there you guys are.

Gin and tonic for you, babe.

And French 75 for Jenna.”

“Thanks, honey.”

“Oh, perfect.

Thank you.”

You sit down in an armchair next to the loveseat.

You cross one leg over the other and sit back in the chair.

The sleeves of your suit jacket are a little short and I can see the firm muscle of your forearm.

I love that jacket on you.

The one I got you for your work trip to Miami.

I don’t know what it is, but lately… ever since we started doing this whole swinging thing… I’ve just gotten more and more attracted to you.

And Jenna seems great, but I don’t really feel like doing small talk tonight.

I’m worked up… ready.

I put my drink down, lean over, and lay my hand on her thigh.

I bring my hand up to her jaw and kiss her.

“I want to watch you suck my husband’s dick.”

It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room.

Neither of you says anything.

Everyone is still, waiting for any opposition.

“Okay.”

Her eyes flash at me, looking feverish, intrigued.

She gets up from the loveseat and drops down between your legs.

Your eyes are wide, stunned almost, when she settles at your feet.

I don’t know what you two were doing together earlier tonight, but I guess it wasn’t this.

You bite your lip at me while she starts to undo your belt and pants.

I shift down the couch to be closer.

I want a good view.

I want to direct you and her.

Seeing you with her walking up to me in the bar… something stirred inside me.

Something animalistic.

Intense.

I can feel my heart rattling against my chest as I watch her head bob up and down between your thighs.

You’re staring at me as you thread your fingers into her hair and dip your head back against the chair.

I try to imagine what it must feel like to get a blow job.

To have her red lips sliding up and down your shaft.

Your whole body jerks every few moments, like what she’s doing is sending electric shocks throughout you.

“Fuck…

oh, yeah…”

“Go deeper.”

Your hips buck into her, pushing yourself deeper and deeper into her mouth.

I watch your cock disappear down her throat and it makes me want you both.

My body is getting warm, a little tight.

I rub myself over the soft fabric of my dress.

I feel wetness in my panties.

“Take more of him.”

“Can you…? I want to…