Page 70 of Edging Obsession

“So…how do they work?”

“They take place a couple of times a week. They’re mainly people who work for Johann and I and their guests. There’s a sexy dress code, so the women are scantily dressed to lure in a partner, if they come alone or to add onto their party. There’s a cash bar setup in the warehouse, which doesn’t look like a warehouse from the inside. It’s furnished with beds, couches, pillows, chairs, bean bags, throw rugs everywhere. Consent is number one. People mingle for different reasons. To watch and masturbate. Create a threesome. Move from one to another. Or some remain with their partners to experience public sex. There are all types.”

“How does someone know if you’re interested or not?”

“A straight-forward yes or no. We have a list of rules everyone must follow before participating. If they break any, they receive one warning, after that, none. They’re kicked out. Again, no one is forced to do anything. They can experience it alone, with another, or more. It doesn’t matter.”

“Will you share me?”

“No!”

I push away to look at him. “No? Not a man or woman?”

“I don’t like sharing. My dead wife used to enjoy others when I was around and behind my back, as I found out. I was open to everything sexual and allowed Karina to explore sex with others in my presence.”

“Was? You said, ‘I was open to everything sexual’. Does that mean you’re not anymore?”

“Yes. I don’t care who shares their partner and how many times. They can make it a MFM, male female male, or FFM, female female male, it doesn’t matter.” He holds my head in his hands, thumbs running over my lips. “When it comes to you, I have a problem sharing.”

This has me sighing from relief, and I kiss his cheek. “I have a problem sharing you, too.” He smiles that sexy ass smile, which had me stripping for him on the first day. “Let’s do it.”

My parents asked Elisabeth and Anja if it was okay to bring Anja for Easter break to Italy. They remembered Anja talking about how much she wanted to go there, so she jumped at the opportunity. We’ve had Elisabeth over almost every night because I don’t want her to be alone. I haven’t felt comfortable enough to call her Mom, which she understands, yet I hope to be able to at some time.

She hasn’t stopped apologizing for Yusuf’s behavior, and I tell her she has nothing to apologize for. It’s on him, not her. She’s one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met, so it boggles my mind how she fell in love with him. Not only is he a criminal, but he makes money from trafficking innocent people. It’s sick. His rejection probably would have hit me hard if I already didn’t have the greatest mom and dad.

Today, Elisabeth is working all day and visiting a friend, which turns out perfectly since the orgy takes place tonight. I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon going through my closet to find a sexy outfit.

Miles comes into the room, noticing the piles of clothes on top of the bed and floor. “Jules? What the hell is going on?”

From the closet, I toss another outfit on the ground. “I’m trying to find the perfect outfit.” I grumble from frustration. “None of them are sexy enough.”

My gorgeous rock star leans against the door frame, arms folded, shaking his head. “Who are you trying to look sexy for?”

“Them. You.” I throw my arms up. “Everyone. I don’t want to look out of place.”

He barks out a laugh. “Schatzi.” He gathers me into his chest. “First of all, you’re sexy in anything you wear and naked, too. Secondly, I’m all you need to concern yourself with. And thirdly, no one is going to just focus on your outfit. They’ll be picturing you naked.”

I gasp. “What? Stop Miles.”

I laugh into his chest, snuggle closer, and he rocks us. “Relax, Jules. I got you. Once we get there, you’ll realize how orderly and tame everyone acts, and I’m there to say, “No!” His hand tangles in my hair to tug my head back. “This is for you to have fun. If at any time you’re uncomfortable, you tell me, and we leave.”

“How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“Let’s say, we’re both lucky.”

I finally settled on a red silk spaghetti strap dress that hits above my knee. I forego jewelry. Miles has his usual jeans, long sleeve t-shirt, and boots. The way he looks is appetizing, so I don’t lecture him on his so-called dressing nice. Then again, this is pretty much his regular everyday attire.

Since I have a pair of heels on, Miles drives us down to the nearby parking lot, and he takes my hand as we enter the warehouse.

My mouth drops open. It’s magnificent. Nothing I’ve imagined, and Miles left out all these details. The walls are painted a warm burgundy. Instead of overhead lights you’d normally find in a warehouse, fairy lights hang from branches, and spaced along the walls are vine wall décor with warm lighting. It’s not bright or dark; just the perfect amount for a romantic setting. Inviting. Where we walk in is a large lounge area, consisting of a bar, leather couches, chairs, and tables. I was expecting to walk into a room full of naked people fucking. Not sexily dressed men and women, talking, laughing, sharing a drink, and stealing a kiss. My shoulders visibly relax.

Miles smiles at me, grabbing my hand, and says, “I’ll give you a quick tour, and we’ll come back here for a drink.”

He starts at the opposite wall, turning right, away from the lounge. The first place we venture to are the washrooms, equipped with showers, dressing rooms, and a full selection of toiletries. From there, we come across a large playing area, where many people can take part in the activities. There are already three couples who seem to have begun exploring. A woman crawls across the bed and takes my hand. I gasp, yanking my hand back, while she slinks backward, laughing at my reaction. Miles shakes his head at the woman.

The woman must know him, and she asks in German, “Möchtest du mit uns spielen?”(Do you want to play with us?)

“No.”

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