“Thank you.” She pulled the ribbon off the box and popped the lid. “This is sweet of…”
She looked at a silver collar. Then she looked at her partner.
“Go on. Take a closer look.”
Kennedy said it so easily, as if it were no big deal for someone to buy their wife a collar for Christmas. Well, perhaps in their marriage it wasn’t. For ten years, they had been kinky to the max, after all.
Lara lifted the collar out of the box and inspected it. Of course, the quality was superb. Nothing but pure silver, and a tiny chain for gentle tugging. This wasn’t a collar to wear for serious play. It was the kind of collar for her to wear to Midnight. The highlight, however, was the inscription on the inside.
My Bunny.
Something swelled in Lara’s heart. Or maybe it was in her gut.
“I know it’s not much, darling.” Why was Kennedy sounding so apologetic? Not every woman could say she got this kind of treatment ten years into her marriage. Most were lucky if their partners threw diamond earrings at them! “But I wanted something special. For us.”
She gently took the collar from Lara’s hands, unclasped it, and held it up to her neck. Lara pulled her hair aside and let the snug collar enclose her throat. “Thank you. It’s lovely.”
Lara knew what this meant. She doubted she was modeling her new present. Kennedy wouldn’t have given it to her tonight if she didn’t have something in mind.
“It looks good on you. How does it feel?”
“Fine.”
“What’s wrong?”
Damn her for being so intuitive. Briefly, Lara wished she had the kind of spouse who didn’t know her from being sick or healthy. Someone like Inid’s no-good husband. The bastard who also cheated on his wife. Seemed to be a running thread in life.
“I suppose I’m feeling a bit glum lately.”
“Why is that?” Kennedy’s frown almost warmed Lara’s heart. “Your period?”
“I suppose. I miss you.”
“Miss me? Ah…”
She caught on quickly, especially since they had been sexually separated a lot longer than usual, but Lara knew she wasn’t connected to the full story. And now was not the time to bring up her paranoia and suspicions.
Even now, her brain churned in excuses. Reasons that she was paranoid, and there was no reason to worry about her sweet spouse turning on her and fucking the maid behind her back.
And if she was…
How many other women had she seduced without Lara’s presence or knowledge?
Sometimes, it was more difficult than it was worth, being in the type of marriage she was. It was the only type of marriage she would accept, having the sexual appetite that she did. A life without threesomes and swinging? Kill me. Then there was the communication. That was the hardest part. Not communicating, but dealing with her partner’s whims and desires. It wasn’t enough for Lara to say that she wanted to have a threesome with someone, and, oh, would her spouse please get on top of them for her amusement? No. Kennedy had to be in the mood, or at least open to the suggestion. She had to like the same person that her wife did, especially if she were the one doing most of the interaction. She had to like anyone they chose to play with. Shehad to understand where her wife was coming from. She had to have the energy and wherewithal to say,“Yes, Bunny, let’s gang up on some lucky new friend.”
Lara often told her stories about the years before they met. Her high school years. Her college years. Those glorious years of her mid-20s when she fucked anyone who moved enough to satisfy her. Kennedy was not only the first to keep up with her but the first to openly embrace the type of lifestyle and marriage Lara wanted. I want a partnership. I want someone I can be a terror team with. Someone she could always count on. Someone to always be by her side, even if other people came and went, as they always did.
They didn’t have long-term lovers on the side, and the mistress didn’t count. She was an amusement for them both to enjoy. No, what Lara meant was a truly polyamorous relationship, not swinging. Kennedy never asked about getting a girlfriend, and Lara was never interested in being serious with another. Until now, it wasn’t even something she considered. Why would she want another like that when she had her partner to fulfill those needs? Sounded bothersome.
When Kennedy kissed her that Christmas Eve night, Lara felt both relieved and apprehensive. A part of her desperately wanted to make love. Slow, gentle love that would open her heart and reassure every part of her that worried… and that was a lot of parts.
Yet Kennedy wasn’t in the mood for slow, gentle love. Her wife could tell that from the way she gripped her arms, possessively, heavy kisses pushing her back toward the bed and overtaking her lithe frame. Yeah, Kennedy was about as in the mood for slow and sensual sex as Lara was in the mood to find out her partner was cheating on her.
Her spouse being hungry enough to devour her should have been riveting. Yet here Lara Anderssen was, wishing she wasn’t… as enthralled with the idea as she was.
“I missed you, too,” Kennedy said into her wife’s ear, her breath so heavy that Lara almost shuddered to feel it. “I hope you’re feeling well enough to let me in tonight.”
Let me in. They had many code words. Such words were necessary in the public sphere, where they loved to incessantly flirt and make plans for kinky times later on. In front of people who would be appalled to know it, no less. Let me in not only meant fucking her, but in the sort of way that most frequenters to Midnight would be excited to watch.