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  “I have a question, but it’s not a fun one.”

  Abby’s smile faded, “Ask it.”

  Scarlett closes her eyes for a brief second, then takes a deep breath, “Have you been unfaithful?”

  Abby can’t look at her. What Scarlett realizes is right, she lets the accusation hang, waiting for Abby to speak first. It didn’t take long.

  “It was at the party.”

  That was it, she thinks. The pause is too long, it must be it. Scarlett needs to ask more questions, but she must be careful. What Abby doesn’t realize is that she had been at the party, not once but twice, and it was the first time she saw Abby and Peter together as a couple. It was when she decided that Peter was to be her master, and the last time her couple had been to the party. She wanted to tell them about it but now was not the right time. If she confessed later Abby would realize and wouldn’t be happy with her, the trust would be lost.

  “Scarlett.” Abby tugged at her hands.

  “Yes?”

  “You’re not saying anything, are you disappointed?”

  “Abby, the parties are like that, aren’t they? People go to gain those types of experiences.”

  “Yes, they are, but we agreed we wouldn’t go with anyone else.”

  “Why, what happened?”

  “I don’t know, it wasn’t like I was drunk, well not on alcohol anyway. My head was buzzing, if you can imagine it. Have you ever been to one?”

  Shit, there it is, the question she should answer, but can’t right now.

  “Let’s talk about you Abby, what happened?”

  “The men were dressed the same, they had a dress code. The women could wear anything they wanted. All the men looked the same, tall dark and handsome, wearing masks which covered their whole faces. It was like the organizers had deliberately picked men with the same height and build to trick me.”

  “Do you think it would have been possible?”

  “Maybe, no that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it?”

  “Where was Peter when this took place?” Scarlett already knew the answer to this question. She had discreetly followed him all evening until the end of the party when she went home with two girls.

  “Peter dared me to walk around alone, and agreed to meet up after half an hour.”

  “And you liked that?”

  “Like I said my head was buzzing, it was thrilling. The men were dressed in dinner suits, but the servers were naked, it was quite bizarre. The rules were that all male guests couldn’t remove their masks or clothes, but there was one exception. They could drop their pants, but only in one specified room. When I went into the room, every man was being sucked off, it was…well, you had to be there to know. I loved it. The idea of it, you know the masked men and the women lined up to suck them off. I wanted to join in so much. I circled the room knowing I shouldn’t be considering it, I was there to watch only. My pussy was oozing. I could feel my panties were sticky and needed to come off. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to suck one of those cocks and have another fuck me from behind. Scarlett, I had morphed into bedroom Abby in an instant, I was out of control.”

  Scarlett is breathless, she knew why Abby had been that way. It was the entire reason for the party and why people went. Was this the trigger point, the problem she continued to suppress after their trip.

  “Then what happened?”

  “I left the room. I had to pull myself away, the smell of sex in the air was intoxicating. I wandered through other rooms unaware of what I was seeing. I could only think of one thing, and that was having a masked man’s cock in my mouth. I tried to find Peter, but he wasn’t around, not that I would have recognized him with everyone looking the same.”

  “Then what?”

  “I went back to the room. Scarlett, I’m sorry please forgive me,” she squeezes her hands hard.

  Scarlett releases her hands and moves to her side on the leather bench seat, where she embraces her. “It’s okay Abby, does Peter know?”

  “Fuck, I’m sure, he may know something. Scarlett, I let another man come in my mouth, but I didn’t let anyone fuck me, I can promise you that. It was fantastic at the time, the taste of his come in my mouth was just so…natural. I had my eyes closed, I didn’t look at him, I just imagined I was at home in the kitchen on my knees giving Peter a quick blow-job, which he loves.”

  “It happened two years ago, and he has never hinted he may know?”

  “No, we talked about the party for a few days afterward, but he never asked me anything.”

  “Do you think there is a remote chance it was your husband’s cock you had in your mouth and not someone else’s?”

  Abby falls silent for a while, considering the possibility.

  “Okay, so the men looked the same,” Scarlett continues, “If you make up your mind that it was Peter instead of a stranger, then you can put your mind at rest.”

  “But it’s not what happened, the guy could have been anyone!”

  “My point exactly, and it could have been Peter. The idea of this party game is that it could be someone you know standing in front of you, or a stranger.”

  “He was the same size as Peter, and his come tasted the same too.”

  “Then that’s it. Abby, I want you to think of the event as you sucking Peter off in a crowded room. I’m telling you it was him, look at me.”

  Abby meets her gaze, “It was Peter, okay.”

  They maintain eye contact, and eventually, Abby says it, “Yes, it was Peter.”

  “This was a one-off, and it was in the past. The past is gone, and we should let it go.”

  “I know, it’s only the thought of us going again which brought up the memories, and I don’t want it to happen to again.”

  “It won’t, and I’ll tell you why. We are going to be handcuffed together for the entire time we are at the party, and the only penis you can consume is Peter’s. I don’t want anyone else’s in your beautiful mouth. In fact, thinking of his cock in your mouth is so fucking horny.”

  Abby laughs for the first time tonight and kisses her, the tension melting away. Pulling back says, “Anyway, that’s what happened with you and me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know, we met, had coffee and then you invited me to come and see your home the next day, and within an hour we were naked.”

  “I remember. I wanted you so badly that first day but had to wait.”

  “Is that not cheating?”

  “No, not at all. I was interviewing you for the position of a mistress for my husband,” she laughs again.

  “Mistress?”

  “Yes mistress, it’s what you European’s like to call it, isn’t it?”

  “We do, but I would never have considered myself as….”

  “Nor do I baby, and until they come up with a new law where the three of us can be legally married, then you will have to be a mistress or unlabeled, as you like to say.”

  “Sounds just fine to me,” and it did, it made her head spin. Abby could do that, she wanted them to get married, it was more than she could ever ask for.

  “Scarlett, you’ve gone all googly-eyed again.”

  “Huh…yes. Are you feeling better about the party now?”

  “Yes, I am, thanks.”

  “You’re welcome, but please let me know if ever you want to talk. Even if it’s in the middle of the night, then wake me. I need to know you are happy, it hurts to see you struggling like you have this evening. Please, promise me you will always tell me what’s going on?”

  “I will, I’m lucky to have you, Scarlett.”

  “We are both lucky. I have never felt like this about anyone before. It’s like I have inhaled too much oxygen, my head is in a spin. I seem to float most days, and nothing is too much for me to handle right now. Everything is so easy with you in my life.”

  “Scarlett, that is beautiful.” They share a lingering look.

  “We need more champagne, and some of this lovely finger food here,
let’s eat,” Abby announces.

  “Now you are with us, I can’t wait to go to this party. But, I need to have a couple of sessions on the couch with you before then. You know, to go over a few hang ups from what happened last time. I don’t want to freeze up again.”

  “We’ll have a soak in the tub tomorrow after work and then have a session. Peter can cook his favorite dish to make up for leaving us overnight.”

  “Ahh, I love your thinking.”

  They enjoy their food and slowly sip champagne for the next twenty minutes, having a fun time. Their server, whose name is Esta, sits with them for a while and tells them a little about herself. Scarlett slips her a two-hundred-dollar tip inside a note saying they were both sorry they couldn’t take her home with them.

  On the return journey, Steve plays Scarlett’s favorite music. He truly is a good man, she only told him once what she liked, and he made it happen. The two of them cuddle up in the back seat of the warm car as he drives them home. Scarlett could tell from Abby’s breathing she dropped off to sleep half way home and she let her. Abby had been fretting over the incident at the party two years ago and must have been exhausted from the mental stress, so she should rest.

  Scarlett explained earlier that Abby needed to accept it was her husband she went down on at the party, and with Scarlett’s suggestion, she eventually believed it was him. She should have acknowledged it as the truth because it was. Abby wasn’t privy to the most important detail - Scarlett watched the entire thing play out.

  At the party, she had secretly followed Peter around without him realizing. She observed him as he spied on his wife. Abby was unaware that Peter was watching her and, he didn’t notice Scarlett spying on him, much less that she was there at all. Scarlett and her couple hadn’t known about each other before the party, but, the die was cast, their destiny set in stone.

  Scarlett witnessed the entire thing. Peter was aware of what was happening, and knew his wife was oblivious to him being in that room. He saw how she stared intensely in fascination. Scarlett, on the other hand, made up her mind that the couple would be hers. Peter’s eyes had locked with Scarlett’s as he came in his wife’s mouth and what she saw in his eyes, would be etched in her mind forever. She knew right there, and then he was hers, and falling for Abby too was much more than she could have possibly imagined. The woman asleep cradled in her arm was her life. Peter was her master, and she loved him just as much. But for Abby, she would do anything.

  As the car approaches the house, she wakes Abby and fishes into her pocket for the keys and finds a note. It is from Esta, the waitress. She reads, and Abby takes it from her.

  “We’re keeping this. The next time Peter’s out of town, we having her over. I have a fantasy about sleeping with a prostitute.”

  “I’m not sure it would be the best name for her, she was trying to make her way through university, it’s not easy.”

  “She’s given us her email too! I’m going to send a lovely message and put her on retainer.”

  “You can’t do that, that’s….”

  “Relax baby, my father, your boss gives money to good causes, this is just our version of a good cause. She is a good kid and needs money, otherwise, she wouldn’t be waiting tables and sell herself. I’m going to set up a thousand-dollar monthly payment for her.”

  “Abby?”

  “Please don’t argue baby I’m tired, I need you to be kind to me. You need to take me straight to bed.”

  Abby is completely spent when she gets her upstairs, with the champagne and the build-up of angst, they crawl into bed and quietly drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Three

  Scarlett gasps like she has come up for air after being underwater too long. She is far from water, but close to danger.

  “If you keep on like that, I’m going to soak you and the bed,” she moans.

  “I fucking love it when you do. I can’t get enough.” Abby tells her as she removes her head from between Scarlett’s legs.

  Abby grabs her hand, dragging her into the bathroom, where she turns on the shower and slams Scarlett face first against the wall, forcing her wet finger into her ass.

  “Abbbyyyyy,” she yells.

  She continues to work Scarlett to the point of no return. Grabbing the back of her arms pushes her through the cascading water. Spinning her around, she slams Scarlett against the tiles. Abby is back on form, and she loves it when she’s roughed up.

  Dropping to her knees, Abby pushes Scarlett’s right leg up and takes her pubic mound in her mouth, sucking so hard she drawing blood to the surface, bringing a new intense sensation to her clitoris. It wasn’t that she needed any further stimulation to get her there, she was already starting her multiple orgasm cycle and was about ready to bust.

  “Abby, it’s coming.”

  She continues sucking and licking her into a frenzy. Scarlett snatches a clump of Abby’s hair and pushes her face harder into her pussy.

  “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk,” she screams, now trying to force Abby’s face away from what was coming. Abby wraps her arms around the back of Scarlett’s upper thighs and butt. Then reaches her rear hole, slips her middle finger back inside, it was enough to shove her over the edge. She came long and hard and losing control and pees on Abby.

  Scarlett’s eyes are closed, but she knows Abby’s face is still buried between her legs when she lets herself go.

  As she looks down, Abby rubs her face on Scarlett’s thigh and glances up, then stands and pulls them both under the shower jets.

  Scarlett catches her watch in Abby’s hair, and sees the time, “Shit, I’m going to miss my train.” She climbs out of the shower to grab a towel and rushes to get ready.

  Abby follows her, “You can get the next train, they run every half hour this time of day.”

  “I can’t, I’ll be late.”

  “It’ll be fine. I’ll write you a note if you like,” she jokes.

  “No, this is not good, I am never late to work, and have never had a day off sick. This is important to me.”

  “Oh baby, let me help. I’ll drive you in, it will be faster anyway.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I would do it for you every day if you let me.”

  She stops in her tracks, reaching out to Abby, pulling her close, kissing her full on the lips. “God, I love you. What did I do to deserve such an amazing woman as you?”

  “Scarlett, it is because you are absolutely gorgeous, you don’t realize it which makes you even more appealing.”

  “Thanks, but we are still going to be late if we don’t leave right now.”

  “I’m on it, anything for my love.”

  Chapter Four

  Scarlett reaches work on time, but not in her usual fashion. She jumps out of the car a block away, and arrives only five minutes before her day officially starts. Usually, she preferred to get there half an hour earlier than everyone else, make herself tea and write her tasks for the day, but not today.

  She skips her tea and heads straight to her office bumping into one of the junior executives as she rounds the corner from the elevator. Mia is a few years younger than her, and she does like her, but today she is in a rush.

  “Mia I’m sorry.”

  “I’m alright, have you got a minute?”

  “No sorry I don’t, not this morning, I’m late!”

  “You’re never late!”

  “I know, but for the first time ever, I am.”

  “Forget me for a minute, let me help, what do you need?”

  “Mia, I just need to get on, okay.”

  “Okay, I’ll just walk you to your office and wait by the door until you order me to do something for you.”

  She hasn’t got time to argue, so they head to her office. “What are you doing up on the top floor anyway?”

  “I’m on standby for Peter Funck. He was out of town last night and will be back this morning, so I’m here to make his life a little easier. He’s so handsome, I
would do anything for him.”

  Scarlett unlocks her door and shows Mia into her office and closes the door.

  “Please sit,” she points at the chair in front of her desk.

  “Shit, am I in trouble?”

  “You are. Mr. Funck is the head of this company and a married man. If you behave like this around him you will be fired on the spot, do you understand?”

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, I was only joking.”

  “It is no joking matter, they will fire you, no matter what you might say after the fact.”

  “I thought you might be a sympathize. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

  Shit, she thinks, this couldn’t be any worse. “He is a handsome man like you say, but I admire him for the success that he has achieved. Have you said anything to anyone else?”

  “No, of course not. I’m the only one that has seen you looking. So, no one except me knows, and you like women anyway.”

  “You’re sure this is not a rumor?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I would know because I like to watch you work, and nearly everyone else avoids you. What is it like to go with another woman?”

  “This is inappropriate for the office Mia.”

  “Can we meet for a drink and you can tell me about it?”

  “No! I only date people away from work and the city. You told me you have a boyfriend.”

  “I do, but I want to experiment. I didn’t get to have fun at college, like some of the other girls did.”

  “Mia, my advice to you is if you are going to do this, then do it when you are single and away from your normal life. Yes, maybe I have a more public relationship than I would like, but if you are commonly known as a lesbian or bisexual you may never be taken seriously. Keep your private life, private and far away from the workplace. I like you Mia, but not in that way.”

  “Okay, I understand and thanks for the free advice.”

  “So, are we still friends?”