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  “Hi Elena. Come in out of the snow!” She reached forward and her arm went over Elena’s shoulder, tugging her inside the entrance.

  Matt stepped through the doorway watching Sylvia help his wife from her coat, her eyes darting to meet his while maintaining a flirty smile. Elena shrugged the coat off, murmuring thanks and all the right pleasantries.

  It was then that Sylvia’s husband appeared. He was just a couple inches shorter than Matt and more than a few years older. His face showed wear and tear but carved cheekbones topped lean bronzed cheeks and a firm jaw line. His full lips were pulled to the side in a lop-sided grin and perfect white teeth showed.

  He stepped forward extending his hand, “Hi. You must be Matt. I’m Byron. Let me take your coat. How’s the driving?”

  Matt slipped the leather topcoat off and handed it to his host. “It’s a bit slippery in spots.”

  Sylvia stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his arm. “Kind of like me. A bit slippery in spots.” She smiled up at him and laughed.

  Byron stepped close to Elena and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Welcome. What a lovely dress.”

  Matt’s senses were on high alert from Sylvia’s flirty greeting and seeing Byron hold Elena’s hand next to his chest, while gazing into her eyes for a beat or two. This was a lusty couple who didn’t mind flaunting that fact.

  He leaned into Sylvia, and his eyes were hooded gazing into hers. “Yes. The driving was quite hard, literally ploughing through...well you get the idea.”

  With a chuckle she curled her hand around his elbow, smiling as she led the way into the large modern kitchen. “I’m getting lots of ideas, believe me.” She stepped away from him and walked behind the island counter, stopping at the fridge. “Byron and I were having a glass of wine but if you’d rather have something else...” At the look that flashed on his face, she wagged her finger in the air, “Not that. Well at least not yet.”

  “Wine is fine with us.” Elena laughed and stepped over to stand next to him. “Sylvia, I brought some corsets.”

  Byron took a couple of wine glasses from the cabinet and set them on the granite countertop of the island. “I hope you brought a black lace one for Sylvia. With her hair and colouring, it’s the most sexy on her. You are going to try them on and get our opinions aren’t you?”

  His voice was light but the look in his dark eyes smouldered, focusing mainly on Elena. “We’re having a Valentine’s party. I hope you’ll be able to come.”

  Sylvia poured wine into the glasses and smiled at her husband. “Double entendre, dear?”

  He smiled and handed the wine glasses to Elena and Matt. “We’re shameless flirts. You’ll have to excuse us.”

  Matt took a deep breath and smiled. “Actually, we’re getting together with our new friends at their house, in Brooklyn. Another time, we’d love to come...to one of your parties.” He winked at Sylvia to let her know he found the flirting kind of fun.

  “Well, that’s still a few weeks out. Come on. Let’s sit in the family room and get comfortable.” Byron led the way out of the room and into another cozy room with plush leather sofas bordering a cracking fireplace and long wooden coffee table.

  Matt looked around the room, at the tasteful furnishings, the abstract prints on the wall. He ventured, “Your home is lovely.” but he was actually waiting to take his cue from Byron as to where he and Elena should sit. If this were a vanilla evening with Rob and Gwen, there would be no question that he would sit next to Elena. But tonight, knowing where eventually everything would end up, should he sit next to Sylvia?

  Byron sat in the far sofa and Sylvia moved to sit by his side. For just a moment, Matt’s felt a twinge of disappointment but his fingers curled in Elena’s and he stepped over to the opposite sofa to sit next to her.

  “So Matt, Sylvia told me that you and Elena kind of stumbled into Eden’s the first time.” When they nodded, he continued. “I would have loved to have seen the look on your face when you realized where you were! How the heck did you find the place? It’s kind of out of the way.”

  Matt grinned. “The concierge steered us onto it when I asked about an adult dance club. I think he probably only heard ‘adult’ and ‘club’.”

  Elena leaned forward. “At first, when I saw women kissing openly and the sexy way they were dressed, I thought that it might have been a gay bar.” She took a sip of wine. “When Matt left me to get drinks at the bar, a couple people tried to entice me to join their tables. They thought I was a unicorn.”

  “The elusive unicorn. Yeah, I can see how that could happen. In all our time in the lifestyle, we’ve only hooked up with a unicorn a few times.” Sylvia smiled and looked over at Byron, her hand drifting along his thigh.

  Byron shifted on the seat, sitting back and spreading his legs wider while flashing a small smile at Sylvia. Her fingers crept higher, almost on his crotch—exactly what he’d intended with that little move.

  Matt eyes were fixated on Sylvia’s hand, watching the other couple over the rim of his glass when he took a sip of wine. In his peripheral vision, he caught Elena’s quick glance at him. There was a tug of lust in his cock when Sylvia’s fingers curled over the bulge in Byron’s crotch. They’d only just met the other couple! Was it always this sexual, this soon?

  Sylvia smiled and her tongue licked her lower lip, gazing over at Elena and Matt. “Erica was the last time. Now that was a hot time!”

  Byron chuckled and his hand rose to cup Sylvia’s breast. “For sure.”

  Matt smiled but his mind was going a mile a minute. At Eden, it was usual to see sexual affection displayed openly with women and even between a set of girls...but this, sitting across from a couple he’d just met, in their home was waaay more personal and intimate. He took another sip of wine, forcing his breathing to even out. It might even help his chubby calm down a bit. He squeezed Elena’s hand when she slipped hers into his.

  Byron sat forward and stood to his feet. It was obvious from the bulge in his crotch that Sylvia’s touch and their shared memory had started something big down there. “Let me get you more wine. I’ll bring the bottle in.”

  Matt glanced to the side to check Elena. Sure enough, her eyes immediately shifted and she looked down at her lap. Of course, she’d noticed Byron’s junk as well. They’d promised each other that there’d be no playing around, not on the first date. But, he’d stake his life on the fact that she would definitely be up for getting it on with both Sylvia and Byron.

  Sylvia leaned forward, exposing enough cleavage that it was a wonder that the bra and dress contained her boobs. “Do you work out at the gym, Matt? You sure look like you do.” She held her wine glass casually near her face, flashing manicured ruby nails.

  Matt felt his chest grow light and he sat straighter, smiling over at her. “No. I run the odd time with Elena but I work construction, so I get lots of exercise.” There was no doubt in the way Sylvia’s gaze roamed over his body that she’d love to check it out more closely. The woman was a total flirt!

  Elena laughed and her fingers rolled up his forearm to his shoulder. “Matt is in incredible shape. He could pose for a men’s underwear ad with the six pack he sports.”

  Sylvia stood up and she moved to his other side, her fingers tracing the muscle in his biceps. Her voice was a soft purr, “Ripped or is the current word, jacked?”

  Byron slid by her and poured wine into all the glasses, topping them up. “I like the term jacked. It sounds dangerous and dirty.” He turned to Sylvia, the corners of his mouth twitching in a slow smile. “Why don’t you try on one of the corsets Elena brought? Maybe after you start the ball rolling and she has some more wine, she’ll join you.”

  Sylvia stepped into her husband, kissing his lips, while his hand slithered down her back to palm her ass.

  Oh God. Matt’s dick was getting pretty thick. This was such a totally hot, sensuous couple. They knew what they wanted and they were experts in steering the action to that end. It was great! He lo
oked over at Elena to see how she was doing with all of this. There was a soft look in her eyes and her cheeks were flushed pink. Somehow, he didn’t think it was the wine causing that look. Fuck! She was as turned on as he was.

  Sylvia turned and her hand drifted over Elena’s shoulder and then onto Matt’s. The look in her eyes was smouldering hot before she continued on, leaving the room.

  Byron sat down and lifted his glass, taking a long sip, his eyes meeting both Elena’s and Matt’s. He held the glass on his lap. “One of my favourite things is seeing Sylvia look red hot. Watching her strut her stuff knowing that everyone here would like to fuck her.” He grinned and turned his gaze to Elena. “Well, with you, it would be more kissing and licking her everywhere...but you get my meaning.”

  Elena laughed nervously and then her words rushed out. “I can’t wait. She’s probably the most gorgeous, and one of the nicest women I’ve ever met.” Her hand flew to her face and she blushed. “I can’t believe I just said that!”

  Both men burst out laughing. “I’m glad you did!” said Byron. He then looked over to Matt. “It’s funny isn’t it? Rather than be jealous or threatened by the fact that you would want to fuck Sylvia, I’m flattered. Frankly, I can’t wait to see her get royally fucked by you.” Tilting his head, he continued, “Let me ask you—were you jealous the first time you saw Elena with another guy?”

  Matt took a long drink, thinking of the first time. “I think at first, it was the thought of it I couldn’t handle. Seeing the two guys we met at the club and picturing them fucking my wife. Of course, we didn’t play with anyone our first visit. After though, we talked, fantasized, talked lots more and when we were in the playroom with the other couples...well it was fine.” He laughed and looked over at Elena. “More than fine. It was fucking hot.”

  “For me too!” She sipped her wine and shifted in the seat to sit closer to him. “Actually watching you with Sophia was awesome! I just wanted you to have a really good time.”

  “Yeah. It’s amazing isn’t it? How this works...you fuck other people while your partner watches and she’s totally involved and happy for you.” Byron looked over at the doorway and grinned. “Speaking of partners...”

  Matt turned and watched Sylvia make her entrance. His cock got hard so fast it was like a punch in his belly. It wasn’t just the fact that the cinched waist of the corset made her boobs pop lusciously up, threatening to spill out the top, or the swell of her hip below the tiny waist...it was the look in her eyes—the total lusty confidence. A ‘come fuck me’ look if ever he’d seen one.

  Her legs were shapely in the dark thigh-length, stockings, the black lace garter accentuating the ivory smoothness of her thigh before the triangle of her pussy and the corset. In the high heel, stiletto shoes, she was leggy, sashaying by him, her hips swaying and the curve of her bare ass taunting his fingertips.

  “Wow!” Elena breathed softly next to him.

  “You like?” Sylvia spun on the toe of her shoe, revealing the full effect of the curvy costume.

  “Unh, unh. Sylvia, you know I don’t like the panties.” Byron crooked his finger, beckoning her over. She stepped between his sprawled legs and looked down at him. He edged forward and his fingers hooked in the thin fabric, tugging them down until she stepped out, kicking them to the side.

  Matt forgot to breathe watching Sylvia’s bare ass and the ends of Byron’s fingers appearing in the two hollows where her pussy met her thighs. His fingers slid between her dark lips and then disappeared inside her.

  Holy shit! He was finger fucking his wife right there in the living room, as casual as if he was stroking her arm. When Sylvia moaned and slid her leg to the side, opening herself further and bending forward slightly to give him and Elena a better view, Matt felt his cock ooze with lust.

  He glanced at his wife to see how she was taking this. She smiled and then lifted her wine glass, chugging the rest of it.

  “I think I’d like to try one of the corsets on.” With a broad smile and cheeks that were glowing pink, she stood up.

  Sylvia’s head turned and she shifted her body to the side. “There’s a powder room off the kitchen. Do you need my help or—”

  Elena’s hand rose and she waved her off. “I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” She leaned over and whispered in Matt’s ear. “Are you okay with this? Sorry, I should have checked with you first.”

  Matt grinned and kissed her lips. “Are you kidding? I think I died and went to heaven.” He watched her leave the room and then he turned back to Sylvia and Byron. She had turned completely around, facing Matt while she took a sip of the red wine. Byron stroked her thigh and smiled over at Matt.

  Matt tried not to look at Sylvia’s pussy but it was impossible. Especially with Byron smiling like the Cheshire cat, as if he was inviting Matt’s gaze there. He’d said that he liked guys ogling his wife...so why the hell not?

  His heart beat faster in his chest as he gazed at her crotch—shaven and smooth with just the beginning of her cleft showing. Under the darkness of the lace corset, it looked lewd and inviting. He glanced up to her face and caught her smiling at him, watching him check her out.

  A trickle of sweat rolled down the centre of his back and he swallowed hard. It was a game of cat and mouse at this stage and he was playing with a couple of experienced hunters. Sylvia stepped closer and bent to pick up the bottle of wine, extending her hand to top his glass up. Fuck! She was so close to him that he could feel the heat of her body, smell her perfume.

  His hand trembled a bit when he held the glass up and the bottle tinkled on the rim. All the while, she smiled and her eyes were half closed as she watched him. It was sweet torture, being so close to her like this, both of them wanting to fuck each other’s brains out. But there was no way that would happen; not without Elena being there.

  Sylvia set the bottle down and then stepped away, taking her place next to Byron on the leather sofa. She made no effort to cross her legs or shield her naked pussy from view, but instead sat back on the sofa, casually draping one leg over Byron’s lap. Matt’s hand pushed at his cock, adjusting the hard shaft that was constrained in the crotch of his pants. Sylvia didn’t miss the sweet torture happening to him. There was a small smile on her lips watching him before she took a sip of wine.

  Byron turned slightly in his seat and his hand slid softly up Sylvia’s thigh. “I like this corset. Do you like this corset Matt?”

  Matt’s voice was a raspy mumble and he cleared his throat. “Yes. It’s very sexy. I can’t wait to see the one Elena picks out.”

  His eyes opened wider. Oh my God. Byron’s finger played softly on Sylvia’s clit. She sighed with pleasure and licked her lower lip, her gaze fixated on Matt.

  “I can’t wait either.” Sylvia’s voice was a husky purr, rocking her hips up and down.

  And from the look on Byron’s face, the healthy bulge in his crotch, everything was going exactly right. He’d said he got off on guys wanting to fuck Sylvia....well, Matt was totally sold on that idea.

  At the clack of heels on the hardwood floor, Matt turned and his jaw completely dropped. Elena?

  Chapter 5

  Elena stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting the waist of the red corset. Even though she’d packed it, she’d really never expected to wear it. She’d thought it would be too daring. The corset actually only covered her midriff and hips. Her breasts were exposed, except for a small ruby pasty on the nipple. But after seeing Sylvia in the black corset and Byron practically ripping the panties off, the red cut-away corset would be just right.

  As far as wearing the red, thong panties, she’d had enough wine to drink that she wouldn’t even bother trying them on. Instead of stockings, she opted for a pair of thigh high red vinyl boots, with a four inch, spiked heel. She turned to the side, checking the effect of the tiny costume. Wow! She looked hot and couldn’t wait to show them.

  She left the small powder room and took a deep breath before entering the living room. Her e
yes flashed wide at the sight in front of her. Byron was masturbating his wife, while Matt sat across from them on the other sofa. Holy fuck! The strained look on Sylvia’s face, her eyes half closed while her hips rolled under Byron’s touch was pure lust. She was gazing at Matt, who was getting hornier and hornier by the second.

  When Matt turned to look at her, Elena couldn’t help but smile. It was like he’d never seen her before, his eyes wide and jaw spanning open. Her gaze flitted to Byron and Sylvia. It was obvious from the look on their faces that she’d picked a winner with the red corset. They both looked gobsmacked, their smiles wide.

  Sylvia rose to her feet and walked over to where Elena stood. She circled her, taking in the full effect of the outfit. Elena’s heart beat faster and she hardly dared to breathe. When Sylvia stopped, standing a foot away, her gaze slowly dropping from her face to her toes and then back up, Elena’s knees trembled.

  At the touch of Sylvia’s lips on hers, she reached for her, drew her close, the tips of her nipples pressing into Sylvia’s breasts. A jolt of pleasure shot through her pussy, tingling and making her wetter still. They were evenly matched in height, their tummies grinding tight, pushing their hips and mons as close as they could.

  “Oh baby, you’re beautiful. I love this outfit....your breasts.” Sylvia breathed the words as her hands cupped Elena’s breasts.

  The sensation of the other woman’s hands on her boobs, breathing in Sylvia’s perfume, made her tremble and strain forward, her hands dropping to maul the older woman’s bare ass. Her flesh was soft and warm filling her palms. At Sylvia’s soft moan, Elena’s hand skimmed around, to dive into Sylvia’s pussy. Oh God, she was slippery and wet, her woman lips full while the bud of her clit protruded a little, firm under Elena’s finger.

  “Oh God.” Sylvia’s hips humped back and forth on Elena’s finger. Her hand thrust down, pulling Elena’s hand tighter onto her flesh.