Page 10 of Sensation Fantasies 1
As we turned to go back toward the house, I looked up and saw rooms with balconies on the second level. There weren’t people on the balconies, but I wondered if people did go up there. Did they watch others in the pool? Did they get off while watching them?
“I can’t believe this place exists,” Ward stated.
I nodded. “I know, right?”
He took a sip of his whiskey. “I always pictured a sex club in a warehouse or something.”
“Always pictured?”
“Well, I knew sex clubs existed,” he admitted.
“I did too. And yeah, before I knew this place was at a mansion in Beverly Hills, I’d pictured sex clubs to be—sleazy I guess. This is anything but.” It was classy. The mansion probably cost ten—or more—million dollars.
“Are you ready to go back inside?”
“Sure.” I nodded.
“Is the plan to still watch?”
I stopped walking. “Why? Do you want to do more?”
Ward chuckled and looked off to the side where two women and a man were having fun on two pool lounge chairs they had pushed together. “If you want to do that”—he motioned to the threesome—“we can.”
I stared at them for a moment, and then looked back at my husband. “Let’s see how turned on I get when we go watch inside.”
Ward laced our fingers with his free hand. “All right. Let’s go inside.” We walked through the open doors.
It seemed everywhere I looked something was happening. Two on two, oral, fingers, hands, more threesomes, even a foursome was happening on a couch in the study. I recognized some more people too. An actress by the name of Ava Ashley and her husband, Trent Inglewood, who was also an actor, was part of the threesome. Another actor, Michael Zapino, was with a woman I didn’t recognize near the foursome.
And then there was Vaughn again.
I wished I had my phone so I could look up his last name, but honestly, I just always thought he was the hot lead guitarist of his band, and his last name didn’t matter. But I wanted to know as I stared at him. Maybe it was because if we watched long enough, I would get to see him in an intimate moment and it felt weird to only know his first name. Or maybe it was better tonotknow names and watch since this was a secret club.
Ward leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Do you want to stay in here and watch these people?”
We were still in the study. “Sure. Let’s get another drink first.”
I took a final sip of my drink and set the glass on a nearby black tray, and Ward steered me to the bar. After we got fresh drinks, we walked back into the study and moved to a spot against the wall where we could watch from afar. My gaze moved to Vaughn again. He was watching Michael Zapino and the woman I didn’t know. He licked his lips, and I licked mine.
Ward pulled me closer to him. “Is this turning you on, baby?”
I nodded, though I didn’t tell him that I was only looking at the rock star who was fully clothed. In my head, I was picturing Vaughn stripping off his clothes and joining Michael and his friend. I didn’t know if Vaughn was gay, straight, or bi. It didn’t matter. What was turning me on was the smoldering look Vaughn had as he sat in a high-winged back chair and stared, watching, gawking. My gaze dropped to his crotch, but from where Ward and I were standing and the dim red lighting, I couldn’t see if Vaughn was aroused or not.
I was. I could feel the dampness between my legs begin to soak my panties.
Ward moved my long brown hair off my shoulder and started to kiss my neck, running light grazes up and down the slope. I tilted my head to the side, my gaze still on Vaughn.
“Who are you looking at?” my husband asked.
I swallowed before I whispered, “Vaughn.”
I felt Ward smile against my skin. “Figured you were.”
“How?”
“I know you, Kiera. We’ve been together for a long time. I know what—or who—makes you tick.”
“But he’s not doing anything.” I turned to face Ward. “How did you know?”
