Free FourfortheShow by Cristal Ryder

Chapter One
     
    I chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?
    I widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep
breath as I positioned the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind,
I highlighted, right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.
    Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday night
w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen
    My heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I
hit Send then laced my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin
on them. How long would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right
now I was dying to know what he’d say.
    We were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a
couple. We’d met a few months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right
away. Our chemistry was almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was
fucking unbelievable. We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were
not a forever couple and had made it clear to each other right off the top. It
wasn’t as if there were anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and
knew all my buttons. He’d be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready
for that yet.
    One thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t
even talked fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect
time to start. Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men
from the boys.
    Spectator sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really
given it thought before, but a little twizzle of excitement made me catch my
breath. It meant we could go without any self-imposed pressure of having to
join into any groups. Sit in the back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.
    I sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my
inbox with a ping. That was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if
that were any indication, I knew exactly what his answer would be.
    Clicking the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s going
out to party tonight!
    * * * * *
    “Parking is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of
frustration. One of the things I liked about him—how he just goes with the
flow. He wheeled the big truck through the cramped parking lot. I glanced
around and couldn’t agree more.
    “I bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop
out because the door will be up against that bush.”
    I grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of
bringing in our gym bag with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We
could always get it later. The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after
being in the warm truck cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto
heels so I put my weight onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was
frigging cold and goose bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around
my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.
    I was definitely still in summer mode . The micro-mini
and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called suitable for
this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having been once a
long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy is in.
Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the mini, and
my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with the rest of
the crowd.
    Joe had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The
intensity in his eyes, dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve
endings into a surge of awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the
chill of the night but also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.
    “You’re shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.
    “Suffering for the cause.”
    “When the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have
you hidden it?” He squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear
between his lips. Gawd, I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already
excited libido. “You’ll be the hottest bitch in the place.”
    I moaned when his lips