Page 10 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
James’ face relaxes slightly and he earnestly replies, “Yes, I would very much like to watch Matty fuck my wife,” as heat enters his eyes.
“And the collar, does he know what we have been doing this morning?”
“Yes, he knows I did those weekend classes of Dom training. He’s down for however we want to run the show.”
“And how do we want to run the show, how do you want to play it?”
“If it’s ok with you, I would like to continue my role as your Dom and you as my submissive. I would like to instruct you both on how you are going to play together. If you are not comfortable, I completely understand Rose Petal, I should have run this past you beforehand. I see that now.”
“I think I’m ok with it James, I was just startled it was someone I know. Your friend. I’ve never played with someone I know before. It’s just new to me, that’s all. I can do it, for you and your fantasies I can do it.”
James grabs my face once more and pulls my lips to his in a heated exchange of tongues and saliva. I can feel his gratefulness in the kiss as I lean into him, feeling more assured that he wouldn’t allow this to happen if he didn’t trust Matty. Last week I spent seven days with eight men for my own fantasy. What’s another guy who happens to be familiar?
When we break apart, our faces still close, I look into James’ eyes and see the reassurance I need. I can do this, I will do this. For James. It’s going to be an experience that’s for sure… Taking a deep breath I smile at him and say, “Lead the way Sir, I believe I have a cock to service.”
Looking thrilled with my statement, James takes my hand and squeezes it before composing himself once again into the Dom he was always meant to be.
6
Ifollow James back into the room where Matty awaits looking more nervous than he did originally when I glanced at him. Seeing us walk back in, he momentarily looks at James’ assured face with relief and then up at my face, clearly less horrified than I must have looked earlier. He gives me a shy smile before bending down in front of him and opening a brown bag I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“I know it’s early but I thought this might help lighten the mood a little,” he says as he pulls out a bottle of expensive looking gin. Never in my life have I been more pleased to see a bottle of liquor so early in the morning. My eyes light up and I turn my gaze to James and look at him pleadingly, knowing my role is not to ask for anything.
“Great idea Matty, Rosie would love some. I’ll grab some glasses.”
“Don’t worry about the glasses,” Matty says as he uncaps the bottle and takes a glug before holding it out to James. Obliging, James reaches for it as I stand awkwardly next to him. He takes a smaller swig before passing it to me. I take as much gin as my mouth can hold and swallow it, enjoying the burn asthe alcohol goes down my throat and enters my bloodstream. I try to relax.
“Rosie, go sit on Matty’s lap and help him feel more comfortable,” James instructs as he walks over to the chair in one corner of the room opposite the sofa where Matty is sitting, looking big and out of place. The image of him sitting in our holiday home is so out of place, I stop a giggle from leaving my throat just in time. Still holding the bottle. I walk over to Matty with as much sass and confidence as I can possibly muster, he looks up at my naked body with wide eyes.
“Can I sit on your lap, Matty?” I ask demurely.
“S-sure,” he stammers as I pass him back the bottle of gin. I place one arm around his neck at the back of the sofa and lower my bottom so I’m sitting across his two giant legs. I must look like a child in comparison to Matty who is huge and could have been an American NFL player had he been born in the US. Instead, he was a mechanic who played Aussie-rules footy on the weekends. Matty takes one more glug of the gin before passing it back to me. I consider declining but think the better of it, I need all the dutch courage I can get. I am used to being whatever a client wants when they book me. I am not used to doing whatever my husband wants—which now includes doing his best friend.
Looking much more relaxed now, Matty takes the bottle from my hands, screws the lid on then places it on the floor somewhere.
“Hi pretty naked lady sitting on my lap.”
“Hi back to you Matty the giant.” I giggle back.
“You don’t mind me being here?”
“Not if it’s what James wants. And I believe it’s exactly what he wants. Are you ok being here?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Is that right?”
“What do you think? Your best mate asks you to fuck his wife, that is not something you say no to.”
“Is that so?”
“No one in their right mind would say no.”
“Stop. That’s not true. I’m sure most people would say no.”
“Then I guess I’m not most people.”
“No, you’re not.”
