CHAPTER ONE

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LIAM

 

The view of the Chicago skyline from our penthouse suite in the Maxwell Magnificent Mile is spectacular. It's a corner room, so in the daytime, you can see the sparkling blue water of Lake Michigan, but at night, you have the dazzling city lights. Being a luxury hotel heir certainly has its advantages. I may not have joined the family business like my little brother, Ronan, but I still enjoy the perks of free accommodations when I travel for my business needs.

"I just need a few more minutes, I swear," Avery's sexy rasp calls from the en-suite.

"That's what you said a few minutes ago," I tease.

"Yeah… well, I don't have the advantage of looking hot the moment I roll out of bed like you do." 

I practically swallow my tongue as my beautiful wife steps out of the en-suite. 

Fuck the skyline. The view from across the room is much better. 

Avery is going full glam tonight with smoky eyes, red lips, and long dark hair curled into waves. But she’s missing the dress I know she brought with her, not that I'm complaining. Her full tits are bare, and a lacy black thong is wrapped around her shapely hips. I groan as she crosses the room to her cherry-red stilettos and bends over to step into them. 

Five years into our marriage, and the woman still takes my breath away every damn day. Despite her earlier comment, she is gorgeous first thing in the morning without a stitch of makeup, but when she's like this, I lose my fucking mind with desire. My wife has an affinity for designer lingerie and sky-high heels, and combined with her ample curves, I've never seen a sexier sight.

"Well, now we're going to be even later." Avery lets out a surprised squeal as I smack her bare ass before caging her against the window.

"Liam!" she moans as I cup her tits from behind and grind my erection into the crease of her ass cheeks. Avery's not especially tall, but with the five-inch lift her Louboutins give her, she's much closer to my height. "We don't have time for this."

"I don't fucking care," I growl as I bite the delicate patch of skin where her neck and shoulder meet. "I wanna have some fun with you."

"Trust me, where we're going, we'll have plenty of fun tonight."

I smile into her warm vanilla-scented skin, wondering for the hundredth time where she's taking me. The little minx is being annoyingly secretive about it. I do not know how she found the time to arrange any surprises. We did not plan this trip in advance. We flew to Chicago late last night for the sole purpose of extinguishing the publicity dumpster fire one of our clients started, but today is our five-year wedding anniversary, so we decided to stay an extra night before flying home to LA.

Our PR firm, Maxwell & Company, manages A-list celebrities and large conglomerates. The New York branch handles most of the corporations and moguls, while Avery and I babysit actors, models, influencers, and heiresses. It's a lot—you don't become a billion-dollar company without long hours and hard work—but my wife and I are hopeless over-achievers, so we make do. Plus, it helps that we fuck on any available surface as often as possible. Orgasms are better than any drug for stress relief if you ask me.

"Where are we heading to tonight?" I slide my hand down the center of her abdomen until I reach lace.

"Nice try." Avery's back arches as I rub her clit over the flimsy material. "I told you it's a surprise." 

"Worth a shot." I laugh, moving to the side, rubbing the hem of her panties between my forefinger and thumb. 

"Liam," she pants. "We should get going." 

I slip beneath the lace, smiling at her reflection in the glass as she soaks my fingers. My girl is always so fucking wet and ready for me. 

"We'll make it fast. But I'm fucking hungry, so you're going to put your hands on that window, throw your ass back, and let me devour my wife's pretty cunt."

"Is that so?" she challenges.

I grab Avery's arms, pressing her palms flat to the glass. "Don't move 'em, Avery. Just stand there, shut the fuck up, and look at the pretty lights while I make you come."

"You're such an asshole," she moans, wiggling her ass as I spread her thighs farther apart and drop to my knees. 

We're on the forty-first floor with a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, which is a huge fucking turn-on. The outer glass is mirrored, so nobody could actually see us right now, but Avery and I both get off on the idea of exhibitionism, even though it's not something we could ever do in reality because it wouldn't be good for business if we ran around creating our own scandals. 

I bite her ass cheek, hard. "You fucking love that about me, remember?"

Avery moans and nods, her forehead pressed against the glass. "God help me, but I really do."

I grip her hips and angle her ass toward me, burying my face between her thighs. My wife is a squirmer, so I hold her still, alternating between lapping at her pussy and fucking her with my tongue. I close my eyes, breathing her in. 

Everything about this woman is amazing.

We were never supposed to be more than an anonymous one-night stand, but when I found out one of the best publicists in the industry was looking for a job, the entrepreneur in me couldn't resist recruiting her. My business partner, Nick, headed up our efforts to get her on board. I couldn't risk her seeing me before she accepted the job, in fear that our hookup would cause her to decline our offer. Avery was fucking furious when she learned I was her new boss and that I had known exactly who she was when I picked her up at that club. 

I had given her a fake name on the night we met, so she had no clue that the owner of Maxwell & Company was the same guy who gave her the best dicking of her life. In my defense, she gave me a fake name that night, too. It was obvious she was looking for a rebound screw to get over her douchebag ex's infidelity, so I ran with it. I sure as shit would not turn down the opportunity to fuck the hottest woman I've ever met. 

When I made Avery an offer she couldn't refuse to move across the country to join our Los Angeles branch, I told myself my obsession with her had everything to do with her professional accomplishments. But the moment she walked into my LA office, I knew I had been bullshitting myself. I was equally obsessed with Avery Jacobs, the woman, and that obsession only grew over time. We fought over every little thing whenever we were alone together, but as I later realized, it was one giant game of foreplay. The moment months of tension between us finally snapped, and we fucked like animals all over my office, I knew I was never letting her go. It took her a while to get with the program because she's a stubborn bitch, but I'm a persistent motherfucker, so she never truly had a shot at resisting me.

I dive back into her pussy, groaning as her taste hits my tongue. "God, I love you so fucking much," I murmur, shoving my fingers inside her.

"I love you, too," Avery mewls as her pussy pulses around my fingers. Her moans fill the room, drowning out the noises from the air conditioner.

My dirty girl is so fucking loud as I eat her out, I smack her ass cheek. "You're supposed to keep quiet and watch the lights, remember?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpers.

"I mean it, Avery. Not a single word until I give you permission to speak, or I'm going to leave you high and dry. You're going to behave for me, aren't you?" I take my hand from her cunt, pinching her clit hard as I lap at her pussy.

"Yes," she moans. "No more words after this. I promise. Just please, make me come, you goddamn son of a bitch."

I chuckle against her slippery flesh. There is nothing submissive about this woman, but I'm a bossy shit, so whenever we're like this, I take advantage of her need to come as often as possible by going a little Dom on her ass. Sometimes literally, but we don't have time for anal prep right now.

"Good girl," I praise.

My good girl, I think as I bring her closer to the edge.

I flick her clit with my tongue, thrusting two fingers into her slick channel. I press my free hand on the small of her back, forcing her to bend forward even more. Avery braces herself against the windows, groaning as she comes apart so beautifully, breaking her vow of silence with a vengeance.

The moment her thighs begin shaking, I hold her still, licking her clean as she comes down from her orgasm. I don't stop until I'm certain she's fully sated, because I want my woman operating at peak distraction tonight. I want her to be so fucking consumed by the thought of how good my mouth feels and how sensitive her pussy is that she can't concentrate on much else.

I'm in a constant state of arousal whenever I think of her, so it's only fair to return the favor, right?

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

AVERY

 

"Here we are," the cabbie says as he pulls in front of a tall building. 

Like many downtown buildings, there's a row of businesses on the street level, with what appears to be condominiums on the upper floors. 

Liam looks out the car's window, trying to piece together why we're here. I know it's driving him crazy that I'm withholding information, but surprising this man isn’t easy, so I couldn't resist the opportunity on our wedding anniversary. The moment I knew we were heading to Chicago, I called an old friend of mine to arrange this. I can't wait to see my husband's reaction when he realizes where I’ve brought him.

"Thank you," my husband says as he swipes his credit card to pay the fare. 

We exit the vehicle, and he places his hand on my lower back, guiding me to the sidewalk. 

"What is this place, Avery?"

I point to the building's main entrance. "You'll see." 

His lips curve into a smile. "You know I'm going to spank your ass for keeping secrets from me, right?"

"I'm looking forward to it." I lift my chin and wink. 

The doorman, his face composed and serious, opens the door for us, ushering us into an opulent lobby. It's a cavernous space with a high ceiling, marble floors, and several small seating areas. Each piece of art that hangs from the walls exudes a subtle amount of money and taste. The hush that fills the lobby is populated by whispers from the staff and a few well-dressed people who stand in small groups and converse among themselves. There's a reception area off to the left, which is where we head. 

"May I help you?" the man behind the polished mahogany desk asks. 

"Good evening," I reply. "My name is Avery Jacobs-Maxwell. My husband and I are personal guests of Weston Miller. He said you'd be able to direct us."

Liam raised a brow as I mentioned the well-known entrepreneur. "Well, now I'm really intrigued."

I was West's publicist back in New York before I left that firm and moved to California. Weston owns several successful clubs and bars in New York City. He recently started a new venture here in Chicago, but it hasn't been publicized because the nature of this business requires ultimate discretion. But what my husband doesn't know is that West is dating a good friend of mine, so I have the inside scoop. 

"Ah, yes, welcome!" the man replies, fanning his arm out. "Please follow me to your private elevator."

"Thank you." 

Liam and I follow him down a narrow hall, stopping in a private elevator bay. The man places a card over the sensor, triggering the golden doors to open. 

He steps aside, allowing us to enter. "It's a direct lift, so once you hit the button, you'll be taken straight there." He nods at the selection of elegant masks hanging from the walls. 

They're understated yet classy. Rich jeweled-toned velvet, black lace, and silk masks, some adorned with crystals, feathers, and other embellishments. 

"Please help yourself to a mask if you’d like, and enjoy your evening at Sanctuary."

Liam gives me a quizzical look.

I smile as the man closes the door, trapping us in the small box. "Weston's new club," I explain, trying to contain my giddiness. 

"So, your big surprise is taking me to a masquerade club?" 

"Not exactly…" I bite my lip. "But it is a special club. Exclusive." I select a simple black linen mask from a hook and hand it to my husband. "Put this on." 

Liam licks his lips as he takes the mask from me, bringing it to his face. After he's done, I slip mine on—this one ruby red satin with a lace overlay, watching him through the eye slits as I hit the button to start the elevator. 

"What are you up to, Aves?" 

My lips twitch. "You'll see." 

A man in a crisp black suit is waiting for us when the doors part, holding a silver platter with a tiny velvet box atop it. Liam accepts the box as we exit the elevator.

"Welcome to Sanctuary." The man in black bows his head. "My name is Thomas, and I'll be your concierge for the evening."

"Thank you," Liam replies.

Thomas turns to me. "Ma'am."

I give him a brief nod, but my attention is already on my husband, who's admiring the box's contents. He opens it, revealing a gold key.

"What's this?"

"A key?" I reply with a smirk.

"No shit, smartass," he replies, leaning forward to kiss me before he hands Thomas the empty box. 

I turn to the concierge. "Thomas, we've never been here before. Can you give us the run-down before we head inside?" 

"It'd be my pleasure, ma'am." Thomas gestures toward the set of shiny double doors in front of us. A soft, thumping beat is coming through the walls, but the club must have some great soundproofing because it's barely noticeable. "Through those doors, you'll find the first floor of Sanctuary, which is designed for mingling. You'll find a full bar where we have a two-drink maximum and a dance floor. We have a strict no-play policy on the first level." 

Liam takes a deep breath, giving me the impression that he's putting the pieces together. 

"And there are other floors?" my husband asks.

"Yes, sir. There's also a mezzanine level, where you'll find a small seating area, along with several public play areas, then the private rooms are located toward the back. The key you hold will open your private room, courtesy of Mr. Miller. You'll find it stocked with the items your wife has requested. You can come and go as you please, or invite as many guests as you'd like."

"We're not really guest kind of people," I tell him.

Liam's hand flirts with the curve of my ass. Oh yeah, he definitely gets the hint now. "And the rooms offer full privacy?"

Thomas nods. "That's at your discretion, sir. Each room has switchable glass. When the switch is in the up position, the glass is frosted, giving you absolute privacy. With the switch facing down, anyone mingling on that level can view inside."

I can feel my husband's brown eyes boring into me, but I keep my gaze trained on our concierge.

"I think we've got it," I say. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Thomas replies. "May I take your coats?"

"Yes, please." Liam helps me with my coat and hands it to Thomas. Then he does the same with his suit jacket, leaving him in dark slacks and a white button-up. 

"If you need anything, please ask. Enjoy your evening." Thomas hands us a coat check ticket. 

My husband's eyes fill with desire as he roams my curves in my little black minidress. "I've gotta say, you've surprised me, Aves." 

"Good surprise or bad surprise?" 

Liam ushers me toward the door, leaning into my ear. "Oh, sweetheart, it's a fucking great surprise. Shall we?"

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

 

LIAM

 

Holy fuck, I'm pretty sure Avery snuck into my head and read my mind, because this is exactly what I've imagined whenever I thought about going to a sex club with her. My wife and I have no issue discussing our fantasies with one another, but exploring some of those fantasies in public is difficult with our chosen career in high-profile publicity. But here at Sanctuary, half the patrons are wearing masks like we are, so we blend in well. It couldn't be more perfect.

The main floor of the club is tastefully decorated and has a bar running along one side, with booths, low chairs, and sofas scattered all around. To the left is a dance floor, its floor-to-ceiling mirror tiles reflecting the lights that are beaming down on it. A single elevator is located toward the back, which I’m guessing takes you to the second level. I tuck the key I was holding into my pocket, licking my lips as I struggle to keep from devouring my wife right here and now.

She grins. "You really are surprised."

"I'm beyond surprised," I say. "How did you even hear about this place?"

"Weston is dating Heather." She shrugs. "She asked for a favor."

Avery's best friend back in New York is getting an all-expenses paid trip to the Bahamas in the morning.

"Well, lead the way, sweetheart." I fan my arm out.

"Let's get a drink." She pauses for a moment. "But remember, no touching until we get upstairs."

My heart races as we stride toward the bar. It's already packed, but we jam through to find a spot at the elegant marble counter. Avery sidles up to me, her curvy frame pressing into mine. Her full breasts are smashed against me, and her delicate fingers are slowly stroking the inside of my thigh, making my cock stir in anticipation.

"What happened to no touching?" I smirk. 

Her delicate shoulder lifts in a shrug. "I can't help it. My husband is ridiculously sexy."

I'm laughing as another man in a crisp black suit leans across the counter, his eyes brazenly raking over my wife. Not that I can blame him. "What can I get for you, ma'am?" 

His blatant ogling might offend a less secure man, but I know that my dick is the only one Avery's interested in, so this fucker can look all he wants. Besides, if this night goes as I'm expecting, he won't be the only stranger lusting over my wife tonight. 

"I'll have a whiskey, neat." She glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. "And for you, my dear husband?"

I nod. "The same."

The bartender returns moments later with our drinks and swipes the card I give him for payment. 

Avery swirls her liquor in its glass before downing it while I take a slow sip of mine.

Her hand returns to my thigh, giving me another subtle stroke. My cock twitches as her fingertip traces my pubic bone.

I lean into her ear. "Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, I'm going to bend you over this barstool and fuck you right here."

"Well, I guess I'd better stop. You know how much I love being a good girl." 

I groan, discreetly adjusting myself. "You're the devil, you know that?"

Avery runs her fingers along my jaw. "Dance with me, Liam. Like the first night we met." 

Hell, I'm not about to argue with her. I want this woman just as much as she wants me. But if she wants to take a trip down Memory Lane first, who am I to deny her?

I place my hand on the small of her back as we make our way toward the dance floor. My wife's hips sway seductively as we close in on the throng of dancers. Finding a spot against a wall, we stay just inside the dance floor, grinding against each other as if we're the only two people in the club, from one song to the next. My hands slide up her back, splaying out just under her shoulder blades. My fingers trace over her bare skin, enjoying the feel of her soft, warm curves. She grips my biceps, her fingertips digging into my muscles. 

"I love you, baby," I say, my voice low and gravelly.

"I love you, too." She smiles. "Liam?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay with this? Being here?"

I trace her spine with the tip of my finger, smiling when she shivers against my touch. 

"I'm very okay," I tell her. "I can't wait to check out our room."

Avery pulls me closer, hand sliding between us. "Me, too. Let's go upstairs." 

I glance down to see her fingers curling around my thick bulge. She squeezes down on my erection and then releases it, her eyes staring into mine.

I nod, sucking in a slow breath. "Let's go."

We head toward the lift hand-in-hand. As soon as the elevator doors close, Avery is on me, her mouth devouring mine.The kiss is demanding and urgent, my wife's tongue sliding against mine in an erotic game of dominance. I'm about to fucking lose it when she breaks away, panting against my neck. 

"Fuck, baby, I want you so bad." My hands cup her face, fingers tangling in her silky, dark hair.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, revealing a hallway that leads to a small sitting area which is occupied by a trio of naked bodies moaning and writhing against each other. 

"Damn, that's hot," my wife says, as I close in behind her, gripping her waist. 

My cock throbs, my balls tightening in agreement. "Fuck yeah, it is."

The man is sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles, thrusting into the woman on top of him, who's facing us. Her large breasts bounce as a second woman licks and sucks her light brown nipples, working her way down her torso.

The reverse cowgirl throws her head back in ecstasy, her screams of passion loud and raw, as the blonde, now on her knees, begins tonguing her clit while she's still getting pounded from the guy beneath.

Avery gasps as we watch the scene, her body rubbing against my erection as her chest strains against her tight dress.

My cock is tenting my pants, eager to be let out to play.

More moaning and the sound of skin slapping draws our attention to the enormous round bed off in the center of the room. It's surrounded by sheer netting, but you can see the couple on the mattress just fine, their bodies moving in perfect sync. 

"Oh yeah, baby," the muscular man grunts. "You love taking it up the ass, don't you?"

"Give it to me, daddy," the voluptuous redhead replies as she's being fucked from behind. It's a little hard to tell with the netting, but it seems like she's fingering her pussy while her partner pounds her ass.

Avery's breath is coming hard, her chest rapidly rising and falling. 

She turns to me, licking her lips. "We need to find a club like this back home," she says, her voice heavy and breathy.

"Agreed." My voice is gruff. "I want to bury my cock inside of you right now, Ave. Let's get to our room."

"Wait," Avery says as I take her hand, intent on finding our room. "How about we get started here while we watch the others?"

I look around, noticing the dozen other people playing with one another out in the open. Two couples are watching the same couple we were, while the rest of the patrons are standing in front of the transparent glass of two different rooms. The last room is the only one that has frosted glass, so I'm guessing it must be ours.

"Out in the open?" I ask. "You sure?"

Avery turns around, tugging at my belt. "I'm positive."

Again, who the fuck am I to argue with my beautiful wife? 

 

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

 

AVERY

 

As soon as my husband's big, thick cock is free, I swipe the slit with my thumb before lowering to my knees before him. 

"Fuck." Liam shudders as my tongue swirls around the tip, lapping up the salty precum before sucking him inside my mouth. "So good, sweetheart. So fucking good."

We've only been at this club for a little while, but I already know it's going to be one of the most memorable nights of our relationship. I also know I'm going to fuck my husband as many times as I can while we're here, so making him come is a big priority for me so we can move on to round two. Liam may be in his early forties, but lucky for me, the man has the refractory period of someone much younger. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see we're gathering our own little audience and it's making me even hotter. I lower my head, stretching my mouth to accommodate his girth as I take him in as deep as I can.  

"That's it." Liam's fingers tangle in my hair, massaging my scalp as I bring him to the brink. He looks me right in the eye as he says, "Lower your dress, baby. Show these people those gorgeous tits of yours. Show them what only I get to touch."

I moan around him, my pussy clenching with need as I lower the straps of my dress until they're bunched around my torso. Liam's brown eyes glaze over as my exposed nipples perk up. He reaches down to pluck at them as I continue working his shaft with my mouth and hands, stroking and sucking, my tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock as he thrusts inside of my mouth.

Part of me can't believe we're acting out one of our biggest fantasies right now, while the other part is squirming with excitement, already on the brink of orgasm, knowing we're being watched. That other couples are getting off watching me and my husband do what we do best with each other.

"Baby," Liam moans, his voice thick with lust. "I want to paint those pretty tits with my cum."

I smile around him, sucking harder, stroking faster. 

Just as Liam's balls tighten up, I sense someone stepping up behind me. "Such a beautiful couple." The voice is female, soft but commanding. "I'd love to see that, too." 

Liam looks down at me, grinning. "You heard the lady, baby. Get ready to have your tits covered in cum."

He tugs on my hair, forcing my head up, holding it in place as he pulls his dick out of my mouth, taking over with his other hand.

This is so unlike me, but I'm getting so turned on because we're taking part in a live sex show along with the other patrons. I'm exposed, practically naked, and my husband's about to shoot his load all over my chest. It’s almost too much to handle. Liam strokes himself until his cock gives one last pulse before coming all over my breasts in streams of hot, sticky cum. 

I moan as the wet warmth covers me, coating my skin and sticking to my dress, but I don't care. This club is about pleasure, about freedom. And for tonight, I'm going to do whatever I want. 

I moan, rubbing my fingertips into the sticky substance, bringing them to my mouth and licking Liam's essence from them. 

"Mmm, you taste good." 

"So do you, I bet. I'd love to find out for myself," the woman behind me says. "Are you two perhaps looking for a third tonight?"

I turn my face up to look at her. She's beautiful, maybe in her late twenties, early thirties. Her light brown hair is pulled up in a bun, and she's wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a white silk blouse with the buttons undone to her navel. Her small breasts are encased in a red lace bra, giving the whole look a sexy librarian vibe. But as enticing as the offer is, nobody gets to touch my husband but me.

"Thank you for the offer, but we don't share." 

Her red lips form into a pout. "Pity. But good for you, honey." She winks before sauntering off to look through the viewing window of one of the private rooms.

"I need you in a bed," Liam growls before offering a hand to pull me back up to my feet.

I moan when he grips my hips, pulling me forward and burying his face into my cleavage. His stubble grazes my sensitive skin as he works his way down, his tongue leaving a wet trail on my flesh, licking right through his own cum. When he reaches a nipple, he latches on, sucking and nibbling as I whimper for him. Liam pulls his slacks back over his ass and digs through its pocket, producing the gold key from earlier. 

"Shall we check out that room now?"

I smile. "Absolutely."

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

LIAM

 

I can't get the door unlocked fast enough as we approach our private room. 

"Wow," Avery breathes as we step inside, flick on the dim lights, and close the door behind us. "It's beautiful."

The entire front wall is one giant glass window. It's frosted right now, but the switch our concierge mentioned when we first arrived is easily identifiable, right next to the window frame. With one flip, anyone could see inside. Avery marvels over the ornate four-poster bed covered in black silky sheets, the black leather chairs and the little table covered in a variety of fun items. The other walls are painted a soothing shade of gray, with erotic photographs in frames placed at regular intervals.

I nod, turning toward my wife, taking a moment to admire her. Her lips and breasts are glistening with my cum, her posture proud and confident. Even with massive sex hair and a tight dress bunched around her waist, she somehow still manages to look like a goddess. I can't believe I'm married to such a fucking knockout. My cock is already coming back to life, urging me to hurry and get her fully undressed. 

"Fuck, you're sexy," I growl, picking her up in my arms, our mouths meeting in a hungry kiss as I carry her across the room.

Avery's body is an undulating, beautiful work of art as I toss her onto the bed and pull down her dress, tossing it off to the side. I tear the black thong away with one quick yank but decide to leave her shoes on for now. Her tits are a little red, the result of my enthusiasm. I squeeze one of her nipples between my fingers, and she hisses out a moan. I can't resist giving her other nipple the same treatment before leaning down to take a taste. Avery's fingers tangle in my hair while she parts her legs invitingly.

I kiss my way down her stomach, nipping lightly, taking time to taste her smooth, soft skin. 

"Liam," she breathes, tugging on my hair even harder.

"Yeah?" I pull back with a grin. 

"Let's give them another show." Avery inclines her head toward the frosted wall of windows. 

I raise my eyebrow. "You sure you're up for that?"

"I'm sure." Avery sits up, sliding her palms down her breasts to her pussy, stroking herself. "Grab the toys I requested, then flip the switch to open the window."

I stand, heading over to the table where an assortment of brand-new sex toys are waiting for us. I smile as I take in some of our favorites: silk scarves, a jeweled butt plug, a cordless Magic Wand, and a generous array of flavored lube.

Fucking hell, my wife is amazing.

Avery watches me with her bright blue eyes, licking her lips, as I step out of my shoes, remove my socks, unbutton my shirt, and slide my pants and boxers down. I place everything on the chair, grab the items from the table, and walk back toward the bed. My cock's already rock hard again, twitching as it bumps against my stomach. Avery sits up and stares at it with a hungry gaze. 

God, there's nothing hotter on earth than your partner looking at you like they want to eat you alive. 

I throw the props on the bed and take her hands, pulling her to her feet. "Let's get you prepped, shall we?" 

She doesn't need any direction as she turns around, grabbing on to two of the bedposts. I pick up the scarves and concentrate on breathing as I wrap them around my wife's wrist, securing her right hand to the post. She moans, her ass and pussy wiggling for me.

I give her a playful swat on the ass. "Behave, or I'll be forced to reprimand you, Ms. Jacobs."

Avery's red, swollen lips curve into a smile. "Oh, Mr. Bossman, I've been a very naughty employee. I think I deserve to be punished."

I chuckle as I kiss her shoulder, thinking about how far we've come. We still fight like cats and dogs—I think we're both far too stubborn and passionate not to—but these days, we don't bother denying it's foreplay. Avery is an equal partner in our PR firm now, but this little power play is a game we enjoy often. It's the only time my wife will let someone else take control, and I take advantage of it every chance I get.

I stroke her skin, taking a moment to trace my fingertips across her bare back. Avery tenses, goose bumps rising almost instantly as I take my time, working my way up the back of her neck. I pull the second knot tight, and she moans, her back arching, the scarves secure around her wrists. I lean forward, pressing my chest up against her back.

My cock throbs as I run my palms down her arms, cupping her hands and massaging them gently. "You good, baby?"

"Mmm, yes." 

I run my tongue down her spine, licking and sucking along her skin until I reach her ass. I grab a cheek in each hand and spread her open for me. She bends her torso until her upper half is parallel to the mattress, giving me better access. Her pussy is already dripping wet, swollen, and glistening with her arousal. She's so beautiful, and watching her get turned on turns me on even more.

I stare at her slick pink flesh for a long moment, taking in the sight, then flick her clit with my tongue before sliding a finger inside of her. Avery groans, thrusting back against my hand, and I press my face closer, lapping at her juices, feeling her coat my lips and chin. 

I pull back, adding a second finger. Avery's body is shaking with want as I continue to tease her. She whimpers as I remove my fingers, her pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness, but then she smiles when she sees me select a bottle of cherry-flavored lube. 

I break the seal and flick the top open. "Let's add a little sparkle, and then we'll begin the show."

"Fuck," Avery pants as I drip lube onto her tight asshole, working it in with my index finger.

She wiggles her hips, pressing the circle of muscle against my digit. I press my open mouth against her ear and whisper, "You want me to fuck your ass while everyone watches you, Ms. Jacobs?" 

"God, Liam, please."

I chuckle darkly, feeling as if I'm about to implode with lust. "Easy, baby." I wrap a hand around my cock, stroking myself lazily before removing the butt plug from its package. 

Avery whimpers as I tease her with the tip, pressing it against her hole but not going any further.

"Remember, it's not coming out until you're screaming for me to replace it with my dick. And if you ask nicely, I might even let you come." 

Avery groans, her body quivering with desire. "Please put it in, Liam. I trust you'll make it good. So, so fucking good."

"Such a good girl," I praise, pushing the tip of the plug past her tight muscle. "Trusting me to know what your body needs."

Avery hisses out a breath as the plug breaches the first ring. I hold still for a long moment, giving her time to adjust, then continue working it in, a little at a time. This plug is one of the larger ones, made to simulate double penetration. The first time I fucked her ass with one like this, I almost lost my load before I'd even slid fully inside. Once the plug is in place, a rainbow jewel winking back at me between two luscious cheeks, I cross the room until I reach the window. 

"Last chance to back out." 

"I don't want to back out," Avery insists. "I want them to see you love me. How well you take care of me."

Before flipping the switch, I adjust my mask to make sure it is still in place. Within seconds, the glass is no longer opaque, which does not go unnoticed by the people standing near the private rooms. A few people approach our room with obvious interest as my erection salutes them. 

"Fuck, baby, we've already got an audience. Let's show them how I make you scream."

"God, yes," Avery says, squirming in her bindings. 

"I'm going to make you lose your shit before I allow you to come. Understand?"

"Yes," she pants.

I lift my brows. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." Her toned calves flex as she lifts on her toes in her heels. 

I grab Avery's hips and pull her into me. Her pussy's hanging right over my cock, so close I can feel her heat. I lean down, kissing her shoulder, and whisper, "Spread your legs."

I watch as she obeys, splaying her pussy lips. Her clit is already full and engorged, her hard pink nipples brushing against the sheets as she hovers just above them.

I run my fingers down the silky skin of her back, over the curve of her hip, and around to the front of her freshly waxed mound. 

"Fuck, you're dripping wet, Ms. Jacobs." 

"You get me so fucking wet," she moans, grinding against my hand. "Please." 

I push two fingers into her cunt and she moans, her head falling forward. She grinds against my hand while I pump my fingers in and out of her, my palm pressing against her clit. I run my tongue up and down the curve of her shoulder as she rocks back and forth on my fingers, her cunt walls clenching around my digits. Avery whimpers again as I press my cock against the puckered bud of her ass. I tease her, rubbing against the toy, watching as her glistening pussy sucks my fingers in with ease.

"So greedy for my cock," I praise, pumping her pussy faster. "Greedy for my cum."

She lifts her head, her body trembling. "Yes, sir."

"Beg me for it," I command, flexing my cock against the plug, feeling it move inside her ass.

I watch as my wife begs me, as she becomes completely undone in front of my eyes. Her body shakes and trembles, pussy contracting greedily around my fingers. As she cries out in orgasm, I feel a chill. I pinch her clit between two fingers, and she explodes, her pussy walls fluttering, her body jerking against my hand.

I utter a curse and pull my fingers out. I want to feel her coming around my cock so badly I bury myself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. 

"Fuuuck," Avery and I groan in unison as I slide into her. 

Her channel is extra tight from the plug, slick and hot around my cock as she takes me in. Her pussy is so wet, her body so ready, that I'm able to thrust in and out of her without pausing. I'm so turned on, I can barely control myself. I grip her shoulders, using them to pull us both back and forth, her body rocking against mine. Her arms stay tied to the posts, her ass cheeks spread, while I fuck her in front of the window. Her cries are almost loud enough to cover the moans coming from the voyeurs on the other side of the glass.

I am so, so fucking close to losing control, but I need Avery to come again first. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck. I lick and suck on her skin, feeling the heat rush up my chest and into my cheeks. With my other hand, I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she screams, her pussy contracting around me. I lose myself in her pleasure, bucking hard as I grunt and groan, knowing I'll need to take her ass on the third round, because I can't hold off any longer. 

"Please come inside of me, Liam. I need to feel you filling me up."

"Hold on, baby."

I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her, my balls slapping against her ass. She's so tight and wet that I can't hold off any longer. I feel my balls drawing up, the tension rising in my body, coiling in my cock.

Her pussy contracts around me, the sensation pushing me over the edge. I come in a frantic rush, filling her with my cum.

"Fuck," I groan, thrusting until she milks the last drop from me. 

I collapse onto Avery's back, my cock still buried to the hilt. I press a kiss to her shoulder and plant my hands on either side of her head.

Gazing out the window, I see that we've gathered a much bigger audience. 

I press my lips to Avery's ear and say, "How was that, baby?"

"It was perfect," she says with a moan before I can even finish my question. 

I chuckle. "We're not done yet." 

Avery whimpers as my cock slides out of her pussy. "I can go as long as you can, Bossman."

I revel in the sight of my cum dripping from her spent cunt as I untie my wife, rubbing her wrists, before turning her toward me and placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

"Such a good girl." I reach behind her back, placing a firm hand over the plug still nestled in her tight ass. "My perfect girl." I finger the plug, making her squirm with anticipation. "But I still haven't heard you beg me to fuck you here. So this is what we're going to do. I'm going to get on that bed, you're going to straddle my face, and I'm going to eat your delicious cunt until I'm hard again. Then, you're going to ride me, bounce on my dick until you can't take it anymore, and you're begging me to fill your ass. Then, and only then, will I remove this plug and give you what you truly want. Are we clear, Ms. Jacobs?"

Her eyes sparkle as she bites her lip. "Crystal clear, sir. I can't wait to get started."

Goddamn, I am one lucky son of a bitch.