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I can feel Aria’s pussy starting to flutter again, and I groan, my eyesight beginning to blacken. My balls are starting to draw up, but I’m not done yet. I need her to come before I finish.

The truth is, the Society has been planted in Phoenix until they move us again, and the History department can’t do shit about it. They may not know anything other than that someone pulled some strings for us to be here, but they turn a blind eye when my beautiful wife screams her pretty little head off in my office.

I always make sure it’s after office hours, so students won’t make a fuss, and my wife always prays to God at least once before she comes on my cock.

Little does anyone know that I am her God, I am her everything. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Give it to me, Aria,” I growl, reaching around to flick her clit.

“Oh shit, Daddy. Ahhh, God please, please!” she begs as I pinch her needy little nub. Shuddering as I continue to bounce her on my cock, she starts muttering obscenities, each making even less sense than the last as she creams for me.

Gasping, I let myself go, filling her tight pussy with my cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grunt, fucking up into her as my head drops onto the back of the couch.

Neither of us can breathe as Aria wilts in my arms. Holding her close as I whisper praise in her ear and brush the sweat soaked hair off her forehead, I think again about how lucky I am to have met her five years ago.

ARIA

“What is this?” I ask lazily, scrolling through social media later that night at home. I’m sated and happy, wearing one of Gael’s long-sleeved shirts in bed. He’s wearing his glasses as he looks over some Eagna paperwork.

My husband doesn’t keep anything from me, and I’m very good at keeping my mouth shut. I write from home, so I’m rarely out and about, and the Society doesn’t ask unnecessary questions about Gael’s marriage to me.

Outside of extremely loud sex in his office, I’m pretty much a ghost, unless I'm attending one of the University's parties or Society galas. It’s exactly the way I like things, because the truth is the Society is powerful and a bit scary.

“Show me? I can’t see from here, Aria,” Gael chuckles. Rolling my eyes where he can’t see, because my ass is still sore, I hand him my phone.

I’m also still wearing the pussy plug, and can’t remove it until bed. My husband looks at me knowingly as I wiggle as I move from laying on my stomach to sitting on my butt to look over his shoulder.

“Hmm, it’s a key party. I’ve heard about this, but couldn’t find any information on it.”

Clicking on the link, my husband reads it over. By his smile, I can tell I’m going to enjoy whatever this key party is.

“The Wicked Temptation Key Party presented by Club Ecstasy on April twentieth,” Gael reads. “Remember how you wanted to see what it was like to be with a woman? What if we applied to attend this event? It appears as if everyone has to be tested for STDs, fifty percent of the proceeds from the party go to a local foster care charity, and it’s not as if we can’t afford the buy-in.”

My lips twitch in amusement, because the Society pays him very well, and I’m a fairly well-read reverse harem author. All of Gael and my sexual escapades have greatly influenced my sex scenes, something he’s very proud of.

“I do want to see what it’s like, but what if someone you know attends? Will that be an issue?” I ask.

Gael and I have always been careful to go to sex clubs outside of Phoenix so we won’t run into anyone we know, but this is right in our backyard.

“It says here there are waivers and nondisclosure agreements,” he explains, showing me. “It’s like the sexual equivalent of ‘Fight Club.’”

Giggling at the reference, I start to get an excited flutter in my stomach.

“Let’s do it,” I agree, squealing when my husband drags me onto his lap to kiss me and fill out the application one handed, as he slowly rubs my clit with the other. I guess that's what I get for not wearing panties to bed.

As I gasp and writhe in his lap as he works, he calmly kisses my forehead and reminds me to be his very good girl.

God, this man is just too good to me.

Chapter Two

ISABELA

I’m running late to this fundraiser and my hands are shaking. My makeup is perfect, my tattoos are covered, and I found flesh-colored ear gauges to disguise them, in the closest shade to match I could find. Just in case, I asked the hair stylist to curl my hair and leave it down to cover my ears. The dress definitely left a lot to be desired, and it’s why I’m running late.

I almost couldn’t get the damn zipper to go up. It took a lot of sucking in and the makeup crew to help me get into it. My uncle is going to lose his mind and then force me on a liquid diet.

I’m really going to miss food. I don’t know how he’ll retaliate for what he’ll feel is a slight to his pride. The drive to City Hall feels as if it’s taking forever, and I curse as I seem to manage to hit every stop light.

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