A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance (16 page)

“You’re rarely boring, darling.”

“Appreciated. Although I’m not sure why you’re bringing this up now after so many years. You’ve been acting so strange lately.”

Had she? About this? “It’s not a bad idea to talk these things over once in a while. You know, check in and all that.” Lana rubbed her husband’s arm. “Tastes change. Our desires… well, they change too.”

“What are you trying to say? That you’re not into it anymore?”

Me? Hardly.
“What I’m saying is that just because you were okay with some other man fucking me whenever we last did it, doesn’t mean you’re down with the idea now. I love you, Kenny. I want you to be happy with me.”

A part of her felt weak. Wimpy. Selfish. Here she was, practically throwing herself at her husband. Emotionally, anyway. Didn’t he still love her? Didn’t he want to do all the things they used to do? Didn’t that fulfill him?
Please, please… tell me that we have enough thrills to keep you with me.
Lana couldn’t handle finding out her husband was cheating because he needed that thrill of hiding something from his wife. It would destroy her.

“I am happy with you. I’ve been the happiest man on Earth these past twelve years.” He kissed her cheek, motioning to the young man they both lusted after. “You’re freaking me out a little, Bunny. I can only imagine what you have planned.”

She didn’t have anything planned, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Stay here and let me work my magic.” Lana handed him her wine and stood up, letting her feet carry her across the room and to the young men surrounding a small table full of drinks. Her eyes remained on the masculine specimen who had an anaconda slithering up his tight pants.
Wish I had kept my drink.

The man looked back at her, his laughter abruptly ending the moment he realized that Lana only had eyes for him.

“Scram,” she told the other subs. “I saw the Domme posse come stalking in a few minutes ago. I’m sure some pussy awaits you there.”

The other men glanced at each other before getting up. Although Lana was not
their
Domme tonight, she was definitely Domme enough to make them obey. And if she wanted them to leave her alone? They damn well would!

Left with the young man she had been eyeing for the past few minutes, Lana sat next to him, her body language inviting and words even more so.

“You seem like the type of man looking for a good time tonight.”

He sat up straight. He may be a sub, but he was still a man, and Lana was used to these younger types flexing their (nice, very nice) muscles even if they didn’t realize it.
I was graduating high school when he was born, I would bet money on it.
All right, maybe middle school. Fifth grade pageant? Did it matter?
Not in these situations, it doesn’t.

“I am looking for whatever a good Mistress provides.” The shirtless man reached forward, pouring Lana a small amount of craft beer in a clean glass. He offered it to Lana, who took it to be polite even though she wasn’t a fan of beer.

“And what name do you offer a Mistress who comes your way?” Lana huffed. “Or do you prefer to have your Mistress give you a name for the night?”

“My name is Caden.”

Oh my God, of course it is.
Lana wanted to laugh. Half her nephews were some form of Aiden, Hayden, Trayden, God knew what else. They all blurred together for her. “Well, Caden, what if I told you that Mistress is looking for a man who can fulfill a specific function tonight?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I would say it depends on what that function is, ma’am.”

Lana brushed back some of the dark hair growing on his forehead. Her touch had the desired effect: Caden flinched, desirably, muscles flexing and smooth skin warming to the touch.

“Let me ask you first, Caden… do you think I’m the type of woman you would follow?”

He looked her up and down, sizing her up. Not just her body. Most subs didn’t care about that, although a good looking Mistress was a huge bonus. No, he was sizing up her strength, her willfulness, the way her eyes gazed at him seductively. He assessed her fingers as they gently rubbed the top of his hand. Her voice, calm but stern, spoke to those desires that weren’t so hidden inside a man like Caden.

“Very much so, Mistress.”

“Good. Because I like you too, Caden. You seem obedient. And you seem to have…” she glanced at his cock. “Talents.”

“I aim to please, Mistress.”

“Well, let me tell you what kind of thing I have planned tonight,
Caden.”
She gestured to her husband sitting a ways away. Ken gazed back at them, although he covertly checked his cell phone, crossed his legs, and finished his wife’s wine for her. The right mix of interested and disinterested. “See that man there? That’s my husband. We just celebrated our tenth anniversary.”

“Congratulations, Mistress.”

“I don’t tell you this to make anyone jealous. I tell you this because my husband and I have been looking at you all night – if you couldn’t tell.”

“I may have noticed. I need to tell you, though… I’m not so interested in men. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s all right. See, my husband doesn’t feel touchy tonight. He has other plans for us. Plans that may involve you, if you’re game.”

“Oh?”

Lana pushed her lips toward his ear. The man wore enough aftershave to scare off any normal woman, but Lana had smelled so much cologne, perfume, and aftershave in her years that she couldn’t be bothered with it any longer.
In our early days, Ken hadn’t yet learned how to control his scents.
Some men needed a wife to do everything for them. Like teach them basic manners when it came to their fashion and hygiene choices.

“Yes,” Lana whispered, ignoring that potent aftershave. Weaker women would have run. “My husband likes to watch sometimes. He likes the idea of a young, obedient man taking his wife he’s had for over ten years. Do you know what that’s called?”

“I think it’s called cuckolding, ma’am.”

“This isn’t cuckolding. If a woman has ever used you to cuckold, then you know the surprise on a man’s face when he finds out what his wife’s up to. This is for everyone’s mutual pleasure. You get me…” Lana wrapped her hand around Caden’s thigh, coming dangerously close to his hardening cock.
Good thing he seems to like me.
“I get what you’re packing around in these pants of yours, and my husband gets the extreme pleasure of watching it all happen. What do you think?”

Caden looked between her and Ken, assessing what they offered. “And there’s no touching between me and him?”

“Of course not, especially if you’re not into that.” Now, if Caden
were
into that, Ken would probably do more than watch in the beginning. “Why don’t you come sit and get to know us. We’ll buy you a drink.”

Caden went with her to the couch she and Ken shared. Within moments they bought him another beer, and within minutes they were talking about the club, what they did, and sharing enough information to make things pleasant but without going into strange lands. Lana was familiar with this pattern. She and Ken had picked up enough subs over the years to make this a seamless transition from conversation to bedroom, assuming their intended didn’t bail on them.
That sometimes happens.
Came with the territory of being a swinging couple who wanted to do nothing but party and have a lot of sex with as many people as possible.

“What do you think, Bunny?” Ken asked fifteen minutes in, when Caden got up to briefly excuse himself to the restroom. That was either code for “See you!” or “I need to get ready for this bullshit.” They would find out soon enough. “The man is your type of sub.”

“If you mean hairless, muscular, and obedient, then you may be right, Husband.”

“I am usually right about these things, Wife.”

“Hmm.”

“Love,” Ken growled, wrapping his arm tightly around her, his words diving right into her ear and plummeting to her loins. “I want to see that man’s cock in every hole you’ll let him.”

“You have
such
a way with words, Kenny.” Yet Lana smiled, titillated. Caden was certainly handsome. Easily controlled. He would do about anything they said, and Lana already knew what she would tell him to do.
Fuck me wide open for my husband.
Her thighs tightened, but it wasn’t in fear. If she got aroused enough, she would be more than ready to take on that anaconda. They didn’t bite, after all.

No, they just choked and strangled.
Fantastic mental image.
And any hole she would allow would basically mean her pussy and mouth.
I might choke on it after all.

“I like him,” she said, projecting an aura of confidence. That was easy. Following through sometimes, on the other hand, could present a problem to a woman like Lana. “I would fuck him.”

“Would? Or will?”

“Whatever you want, Kenny.”

“What I
want
Bunny…” He bit her ear, sending so many shudders through her body that she thought she would come right there. “Is to watch that man take on that little pussy of yours. Or would it be the other way around?”

“If he’s good, then it would be a very mutual endeavor. As you know, dear husband who has fucked me a thousand times, it takes two to make a good, clean entrance in there.”

“I’ll do my best to make sure you are properly ready.”

“If you touch me, it would be as my sub. Otherwise that guy won’t stay hard.”

“I have a
hard
time believing that. One look at you makes me hard.”

“That’s
you,
though. You’re not some run of the mill sub running around here looking for pussy to put him in his place.”

“Thank God. I think that would get tiring after a while at my age. I’m not twenty-two like our young friend… who is coming back now.”

They finished their drinks. Ken got up to find an assistant to help them get a room, and Lana went into Domme overdrive.

“Caden, sweetheart,” she said, joining him on his loveseat and putting her hand on his bare shoulder. “Tell me you want what I’m offering you.”

“I do, Mistress.”

“Good. As soon as my husband gets back, we’ll take this show on the road.” She tipped Caden’s chin toward her and kissed him.

It wasn’t a gentle peck. It wasn’t even flirting. Lana was going to eat this brute alive, so help her God. Not just up top… nope. She was going to inhale him through every orifice that could stand it. She would do it for herself… and she would do it for her kinky husband, wherever he was.

Caden was the type of kisser who deferred to her strength. And Lana had a lot of strength, especially when it came to turning her husband on. Like now, when he reappeared behind her, rubbing her shoulder and whispering that he had a key with their names on it.

Lana took the lead. After all, she was the one in charge of this situation.
Why am I so into this?
Usually she would be nervous. She knew how much it could potentially hurt – but also feel good.
It’s because I really do want to cuckold my husband.
She was into the idea of forcing him to watch her take on another man. A man she picked up and decided to fuck, with or without him. This husband of hers – the one who was possibly cheating on her – wouldn’t know what to do with himself with the tables turned. How would Ken
really
react to Caden doing his wife? That would tell her a lot more than an unreliable witness like Roberta the chef.

“Look at you,” Ken said, taking his wife into his arms the moment they entered the private room. Caden lingered in the hallway, nodding to other couples and singles passing by, some of them lethargic from lovemaking and others giddy with anticipation. It was that kind of energy that made Lana so bubbly in places like The Dark Hour. “You’re the hottest woman in this club. And I’m going to watch you own that.”

Lana pushed him toward a chair on the side of the room. “Sit down,” she commanded softly. Ken landed with a huff, his eyes fixated on her figure. “Now be a good boy and watch your wife work.”
And be worked.
She didn’t remind her husband of that.

Caden entered, shutting the door behind him.

“You,” Lana said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the plain bed in the middle of the dimly lit room. “There.”

This should’ve been one of the hottest nights of the year. And it would’ve been, if Lana’s worries weren’t hanging over her like a foul shadow. She looked at her husband, as she sat on the edge of the bed with Caden, wondering what he was
really
thinking. Did he mean what he said about her being the hottest woman in the club? Probably. That didn’t mean he thought she was the hottest woman in the world. Or maybe he did. That still didn’t mean he wasn’t going elsewhere for other hot women.

Well, now it was Lana’s turn to change those tides. She knew how to work her husband. She knew what he liked to see…

She went into this situation determined to have sex despite her husband. Or maybe in spite of him! Yet as she pulled Caden to her, she caught a glimpse of Ken in his chair, smoking his electronic cigarette and giving her a look that said,
“You’re hot, honey. Glad I married you.”