Getting sexy. Kayla Perrin

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СКАЧАТЬ Of course, I already have—in my mind.

      “I’m probably all talk, anyway,” I assure Claudia. I drag a hand over my face in an attempt to regain my composure. I really am flushed. “There’s a big part of me that believes I’ll burn in hell for even thinking I might want to have an affair.”

      “Maybe you should try something else, but still drastic,” Claudia counters.

      I look at Claudia. “Like what?”

      “I don’t know. Like…like going to a swingers’ club or something. That ought to get Charles’s attention.”

      “A swingers’ club?” Lishelle jerks her head in Claudia’s direction so fast it’s a wonder her neck doesn’t break. “Where did that come from?”

      “Yeah, where did that come from?” I echo, though I remember Claudia telling me about Adam’s craving for weird sex these days.

      Claudia gulps her mimosa before speaking. “It was just…I saw something on HBO about swingers’ clubs a while ago. Just an idea. Something different.”

      “I have a hard enough time trying to get Charles to have sex with me,” I point out. “I don’t want to watch him get hot and bothered for anyone else.”

      “Of course. Forget I even said it.”

      “Honestly, it’s not like there’s anything I haven’t tried. I even rented porn in hopes that it would turn him on. He didn’t even stay up to watch it with me.”

      “That would get Adam off,” Claudia mutters.

      “Do you think he’s having an affair?” Lishelle asks me point blank. “Because when David stopped having sex with me—” Lishelle stops speaking, her eyes narrowing as she turns to Claudia. I look at her, too. She’s quietly crying.

      “Okay,” Lishelle says. “What’s going on, babe?”

      “I’m being testy and miserable, and it has nothing to do with you, Annie.”

      “I’m not mad at you, honey,” I tell her. “Please don’t cry.”

      “That’s not it.”

      “It’s not about the dresses, is it?” Lishelle asks. “Because if you want violet—”

      “It’s not the dresses.” Claudia blows her nose in her napkin.

      “I’m starting to worry here, Claudia,” I tell her.

      “I did something last night,” Claudia begins quietly. “And I feel so awful. So dirty. But Adam ambushed me with this. He told me how much it would turn him on if I did it.” Claudia squeezes her eyes shut. “Oh, God…”

      My heart is racing, that’s how concerned I am for her. “What, hon? What did he make you do?”

      Claudia inhales a deep breath, and glances around to make sure no one is within earshot. “After his speech, he took me to some utility room. He wanted to make out, like he always does. And that was fine. He gets off doing it in risqué places. But then…”

      “What?” Lishelle asks.

      Claudia sniffles. “Then some guy comes in. No, not just some guy—the bartender I told you about who helped us make our own personal drink for our wedding?”

      I nod. “Right.”

      “Apparently this guy was working the party last night. And Adam arranged for him to meet us in the utility room so we could have a threesome.”

      I’m so stunned by Claudia’s words, it’s like there’s no one else in the restaurant. All the noises I’d been aware of moments before—laughter and chatting and a baby crying—it doesn’t exist anymore, I’m so focused on this situation with Claudia.

      Lishelle is the first one to speak. “You had sex with a stranger?”

      “I didn’t let him…do that. He…he played with me. Fondled me. Ate my pussy in a serious way.”

      Lishelle gasps. “Some strange man went down on you?”

      “Twice,” Claudia admits shamefully. “The first time, I came quickly. You know—because Adam was touching my nipples. The guy—Jason—said he wanted to do it again, wanted me to really savor it.”

      “Holy shit,” Lishelle exclaims.

      “Believe me, Lishelle, I’m not proud of myself. It would have been one thing if I wanted to do it, but Adam was pressuring me, and then Jason started touching me…”

      I have no clue what to say. The first thing that pops into my mouth is, “Did you enjoy it?”

      Claudia’s gaze bounces from Lishelle to me. “Not really, no. Well, I don’t know. I guess…maybe. After he figured out how I liked it. At first he was chomping away on me and I kept telling him to slow down. It was like, ‘Hello, I still need that in the future!’”

      “I’m speechless,” I say. “I really am.”

      “I didn’t want to enjoy it, but it was a tongue on my clit and he was cute. I thought that the first time I saw him. There’s no doubt I was physically attracted to him, but I don’t go around fucking every guy I’m physically attracted to.”

      “Adam was excited?” I ask.

      “I’ve never seen Adam so turned on in all my life. Jason’s got his tongue so far inside me, and when I glance at Adam, he’s jerking off.”

      Lishelle’s eyes widen in surprise. “Holy. I can’t believe Adam wanted to share you with some other guy.”

      Claudia downs the last of her mimosa. “Adam’s sexual appetite lately is out of control. I don’t know what’s going on with him.” She pauses. “Do you guys hate me?”

      “Hate you? No,” I assure her. “We don’t hate you, and I certainly can’t judge you. And hey, this is the new millennium. I know there are lots of people out there who swap partners, and they’re happy.”

      “But I don’t want that to be me. I told Adam that. I’m not into all that crazy stuff. I just want Adam. Please don’t ask me any details about what I’m about to say, but he took me to a swingers’ club a couple weeks back—shocked me with that, too. And no, we didn’t swap partners. We watched, fooled around…But after last night, I had to put my foot down. Tell him this kind of thing is not okay with me. He swore last night was the last of it, that he wanted to live out some fantasies before we got married and he’s satisfied now.”

      “And you believe him?” Lishelle asks.

      “I have to. Beside, there’s no way when we’re married that I’m going to be saying okay to anything like this. I’m sick to my stomach admitting any of this to both of you.”

      “Maybe he’s freaking over the wedding more than you realized,” Lishelle says. “Some guys see marriage as the end of their sexual freedom. It doesn’t make sense, I know.”

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