Page 124 of Axton

Belle

I sipped my fruity mixed drink as I sat next to my husband. My eyes were locked on her as she kissed her own husband, but stared at mine. I looked to my left and saw a woman on her kneesas her husband made love to her from behind. Her eyes were also on my husband.

I looked to my right and a woman was on her husband’s lap and he was lifting her up and down, but she was biting her bottom lip as she winked at me then nodded her head toward my husband.

Nope! I reached next to me and pulled Michael up to his feet. “I’m done.” I pulled him out of that room then looked at the woman who winked at me and stuck my tongue out at her before we walked through the door.

Michael was laughing, in the hall, but I stopped and placed my hands between his legs. He laughed even harder when he saw my face, he wasn’t hard. “I thought you liked watching.”

He was laughing as he leaned in. “None of them are you.”

I felt him grow hard in my hand. “This was an expensive lesson to learn, Mrs. Axton.”

“But…but…” I had no defense.

He laughed again, but ran the outside of his hand down my face. “You are everything I’ll ever need, Belle.” He stopped laughing and studied my eyes. “Were you trying to prove something by coming here?”

I groaned. “No, I thought I’d like it. Dammit!”

He laughed again. “Wanna go back to our room, or hit the safe part of the club and have some drinks?”

I groaned. “No, I want to do this one time.”

He rolled his eyes. “Belle.”

“Follow me.” I saw a sign earlier for a room that said something about voyeurism. It was his fault, he knew I wanted to share our art with someone just one time. We walked up to the desk in front of the doors. I handed the mam my keycard. There was avery short menu, and we only had two options. “Male with video please.”

“We have a guest already waiting.” He escorted us inside.

“What the hell is this?” Michael asked.

“Wait and see.” I pulled him along as the escort opened the door.

“He’s been very patient.” The escort said then held the door open for us. I guessed those people just sat and waited. The lights were dim and there was a bed in the middle of the room.

“Make yourselves comfortable.” The male voice spoke with a heavy Spanish accent from a very dark corner of the room. I had to do it, because it was a fantasy in my dreams before I understood what it was, but Michael confirmed it on our first wedding night. He must have understood because he pulled me into him and ran his finger down my cheek.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked and I nodded up at him.

“I want to make art.” I whispered. “This is the part of me I had to hide in the dark.”

“We can do this one time, but this isn’t something I want in our marriage from this day forward.” He warned me. “Can you live with that?”

I nodded up at him.

“I will not come inside you in this place.” He warned me.

“Why?” I studied his eyes.

“Because I don’t want to conceive a child in this room. Would you please let me wear a condom?”

“But they said in pre-cana…” He placed a finger over my lips.

“I never said I was a good Catholic.” He lowered his head and kissed me. I squeezed my knees together because it only took one kiss from him to make me ache for him. He lifted his head then took a step back, his eyes locked with mine as he unbuttoned his shirt, then threw it down on the floor as he kicked off his shoes. I watched as my husband gave me a show of my own, and it was the best show on earth. I bit my bottom lip as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. Before long, even his socks were missing and all he was wearing were the tattoos I loved so much. He stepped toward me and hooked his fingers in the spaghetti strap of my dress, slowly letting his fingers gently run down my arms, before my dress fell around my feet. I heard a loud sharp breath come from the corner of the room.

Michael kissed me again, then brushed his lips across my cheek. “I want you on your knees.” He whispered.

I smiled, then trailed kisses down his neck, over his chest, then down his stomach. It wasn’t just Michael that hissed when I swirled my tongue around his tip, I could feel the man’s eyes on me, and my body began to heat up. My lips wrapped around his hardness then I began sucking him.

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