Selena Kitt - The Sybian Club

Ashley had said more that night, Tasha remembered. Much more. She and Max had stood outside talking for quite a while, leaving Tasha to play on the computer with the new web site, losing track of time entirely.

Now, staring at the bottle of champagne on the table, she wondered at herself, how she had missed the signs?

When Max came back from his talk with Ashley, she’d been oblivious. He’d taken her to bed, and they’d had incredible sex, and even when he brought the fantasy of another woman into their hot little session (which happened often – that was nothing unusual) and then, afterward, asked her more about Ashley – what did she do? Where did she live? Was she straight? Gay? Bi? Instead of getting a clue, Tasha had sleepily answered all his questions and then drifted off to sleep.

Max knew. He’d apparently known for a while, and whether he had set the camera up to get “proof” (which she doubted) or he had put it in because the thought of watching women getting off on the Sybian in his own basement while he couldn’t even watch was too much bear, it didn’t matter.

She had asked Ashley that night the very thought that went through her head now. What am I going to say to him?

Part of her was furious at him for putting the camera in. Lord knows, if any of her clients knew they were being taped, there would be major consequences. But she rarely ever got truly mad at Max – she was very indulgent with him, and she couldn’t blame him, in a way, for wanting to watch.

Then there was the subject of Ashley… how to bring that up? She just didn’t know.

“Tash?” Max’s call brought her out of her reverie and she picked up the champagne, turning toward the sound of his voice.

“In here!”

Max stopped in the doorway, raising his eyebrows at the bottle. “What’s this?”

“I’ve got good news.”

“So I gathered!” He leaned against the door frame, smiling. “And?”

Tasha held up the bottle and grinned back at him. “The Sybian Club is officially in the black!”

“You’re kidding?”

Tasha grinned even broader. “We’ve paid for all the new equipment plus the renovations to the basement!”

“Damn girl!” Max grabbed her around the waist and Tasha laughed as he hugged her close. She held the bottle of champagne out of harm’s way. “Let’s get some glasses and celebrate!”

She let Max uncork the bottle while she got two champagne flutes down from the top cupboard and gave them a good rinsing out – they didn’t have cause to drink like this very often.

Max poured for them both and lifted his glass to her. “To my incredibly beautiful, smart, talented and inventive wife…”

Tasha flushed with pleasure, clinking her glass with his. “And to my tolerant, open-minded husband.” Sipping, she mmm-ed at the taste, light and fresh. “I forgot strawberries. That would have been perfect.”

Max put his glass down on the table. “Want to go downstairs and celebrate some more?”

Tasha smiled as he slipped his arms around her, this time holding her glass out of the way as they embraced. “What did you have in mind?”

She shivered as he began to nuzzle and kiss her throat and groaned out loud when his hand moved to her breast and his thumb found her nipple.

“You, me, and a fucking machine?”

Tasha laughed. “Sounds like a kid’s book… from hell.”

Max chuckled, squeezing her nipple through the material and making her squirm. “What do you say?”

Tasha reached over to put her glass on the table. “How about just you and me… upstairs on our bed?”

“Uh oh…” Max raised his eyebrows. “Are we getting tired of the Sybian?”

“No…” Tasha was thinking of the camera in the basement. “I just want to be with you tonight.”

Max pulled back from his exploration of her throat to look into her eyes. “It is sort of like having a third person in the bedroom, isn’t it?”

“A little…” Tasha blinked at him. “But an actual third person would be much more… complicated.”

“Maybe…” He rubbed his thumb over her chin, looking thoughtful. “Remember how we talked about doing that?”

“… yes.” She nodded slowly, trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating. The thought of having both Ashley and Max together in bed…

“Would you still consider it?”

“Yes.” Tasha cleared her throat. “If-“

Max finished the sentence with her. “We could find the right woman.”

That was always the rub, the place they stopped, where desire met scarcity. They hit that wall and stared at each other blankly, not sure how to surmount that obstacle.

But now there was Ashley. The woman had fallen right into Tasha’s lap – and if she told Max that Ashley was willing, which Ashley had stated clearly and unequivocally she was, even though her face was beet red at the time, Tasha remembered…

“Race you.” Tasha turned in his arms, slipping out of them before he could even think about catching her. Her boots slowed her down though – she had forgotten she was wearing them – and he caught her at the top of the stairs, tickling her down to the floor.

She laughed and screamed and squealed underneath him – it was nothing she could help, but he loved it, regardless. It made his cock stiff against her thigh and she felt it pulsing there even as she giggled and squirmed to get away. Max wasn’t having any of it, though, pressing his weight down against her so hard she could barely breathe let alone laugh. His fingers found all those sensitive, ticklish places along her ribs and she gasped and laughed silently, tears streaming down her face.

“Stop!” she panted during a brief tickling break, twisting under him like a landed fish. She was turned all the way to her belly now, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her bottom as he grabbed her hands and held them above her head.

“Who’s your daddy?” he asked against her ear, grinding his cock against her behind.

Tasha giggled. “You are.”

“Say it,” he insisted, his motion edging her skirt up her thighs. She felt his belt buckle biting her flesh through her panties now.

“No!” She laughed, squirming again, trying to get away.

“Say it!” He held her wrists in one hand now, using the other to tickle her under her armpit, making her squeal with laughter.

“Max!” She screamed, kicking her feet, her boots making hollow sounds against the carpet. “Okay! Okay! You’re my daddy! Stop! God! You’re my daddy! You’re my daddy!”

He let her go, rolling off, and she leapt up, heading to the bedroom and shutting the door. Still panting and giggling, she unzipped her boots, tossing them into the corner, and unbuttoned her blouse, keeping her back to the door. She was nearly naked, wearing only her panties, when he tried to get in and met with the resistance of her weight against the door.

“Hey!” The door handle turned back and forth. “Let me in.”

She giggled. “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.”

“Well then, I’ll huff…” Max caught on quick, and Tasha squealed, sounding not unlike the little piggie she was playing, and laughed out loud, putting more of her weight against the door. He was making headway and she was definitely losing ground.

“And I’ll puff…”

“No!” Tasha made a leap to the bed, rolling onto it just as the door burst open. Without any more resistance, it flew against the wall and Max stumbled in, nearly falling and only catching himself at the last moment on the edge of the bed.

He crawled up over her nude, still giggling, form. “You are a naughty little piggie.”

“Oink.” She agreed, reaching down between them to rub his cock – still hard. In fact, even harder.