Once they started down the first few steps, it was clear it wasn’t a typical basement basement. The stairway was open and curved, and ended in a huge lower level with high ceilings, big double egress windows, and tons of wide-open space.
The Slaters hadn’t relegated their “fun zone” to just one guest bedroom, like Jace had. The entire lower level had been decorated like a palace.
A sex palace.
“Goodness!” Caroline exclaimed. “This is…intense.”
The main room was as big as the upstairs kitchen and family room put together, with six pillars integrated into the architecture to support the floor above, which made it feel huge and open.
The entire room was covered in wall-to-wall, dark gold, plush carpet. There were couches, chairs, and over-sized beanbags, furniture that looked like they could be beds, except they were round and smaller than a twin bed. Absolutely everything was covered in rich fabric. It was clear no expense had been spared, at least that Jace could see. As they made their way into the main room, Jace noticed all the walls were hung with thick, red velvet curtains. He was pretty sure the curtains were there to set the mood, but also covered up a TV, or multiple TVs, or sound system, or who knew what?
Maybe they had a theater screen down here?
The curtains gave it a harem feel.
In fact, it felt straight out of a movie about people who loved to host sex parties.
“We call this our Pleasure Paradise,” Emma announced from the middle of the room, taking a seat on one of the small, round beds, crossing her long legs.
“Well, it certainly is a paradise,” Caroline answered, her voice a little shaky. “It’s really…quite something.”
“Once we committed to this lifestyle fully,” Pete explained as he strode farther into the room, “we realized we couldn’t just meet couples in some seedy motel room. So we decided to devote this space to what we love the most.”
“Having sex parties?” Jace joked.
“We don’t do orgies,” Emma corrected quickly. “They’re too complicated. But we have had more than one couple down here at a time. The reason we have so much space is for variety, not quantity. The bed I’m sitting on actually spins, and the height is adjustable.” She bent over and pulled up the sham that ran around the bottom to show the mechanics.
Jace bent his head to take a look. The custom platform had a foam top with what looked to be some kind of hydraulic jack attached. He shook his head and let out a low whistle. “I put together a room in our basement recently, but it’s nothing even close to this. We do have a swing, though.”
“Oh, you like swings?” Emma asked, her eyebrows raised, a smile on her lips. “We actually have a few. Some of the couples we hook up with like things a little…harder than we do, so we installed some playthings in one of the bedrooms.” Her head tilted to the right, and Jace followed her gaze. He could see nothing but red velvet fabric.
“Bedrooms, plural?” Caroline asked.
Pete started in the direction Emma had indicated. “Yep, come and see. Who knows what you guys will enjoy down the line, right? One room has a few swings and some other naughty contraptions, and the other is what we like to call the ‘theme room.’”
As he and Caroline followed Pete to the doors, she whispered, “Themes?” into Jace’s ear.
Pete pulled back a section of the red velvet and secured it on a hidden hook, which exposed a very short hallway. He went to the right and opened what appeared to be the naughty room first. Jace and Caroline poked their heads in. It was a big bedroom with lots of space and no bed. There was a swing, similar to the one they had borrowed from Michael and Piper—theirs had come from Sweden, but they hadn’t used it yet—attached to hooks in the ceiling. Another set of hooks was visible, but not in use. Various whips and crops dangled from one wall, as well as a bunch of other things Jace had no names for. He had no idea how any of that stuff worked, except for the leather cuffs he spotted.
Caroline cleared her throat beside him. “Um, this is interesting, but we don’t…we don’t go that way. The swing was fun, but we didn’t use it in a dominating way.”
Emma stood behind them. “Oh, no worries,” she said. “We don’t go that way either. Like we said, it’s just here for others. We’ve watched a few times. It’s always hot to see someone else have sex, but none of the paraphernalia does anything for us—except the swing.” Her voice got throaty. “We do use that on occasion.”
Pete shut the door and turned to open the one on the left. At first glimpse, the room looked like the dressing room at some sort of playhouse or theater. Costumes hung from hooks on the wall, bins held wigs and hats, and a huge bed sat right in the middle of everything.
“We call this the Playhouse,” Pete said. “Some people like to dress up and role-play. They like to escape their everyday reality for a little bit. Plus, it makes it spicy. This is always fun, if you’re into that kind of stuff.”
Jace put a hand on Caroline’s shoulder, and she turned, arching an eyebrow. He could imagine what was going through her head and tried to stifle his laugh as he commented, “I can see the allure of role-play, but that’s not us. Naked is all the stimulation we need.”
Pete shut the door, and they all walked back into the main room.
As Pete put the velvet curtain back down, he grinned. “You never know. After a few years of watching, you might feel the need to spice things up more. Seeing your wife as a brunette could be incredibly sexy.”
Jace chuckled. “Blonde is all the sexy I need. But I make it a rule to never say never.”
Emma had gone before them. She had stopped in the middle of the room. In one motion, she lifted her flimsy dress over her head, revealing a smokin’ body, curvy and lush. She was absolutely stark naked, as she said, “So, where do you want us to start?”
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Emma had one of the most beautiful bodies Caroline had ever seen. It had the perfect amount of curves paired with toned muscle. Her breasts were pert and firm. Jace stood right behind Caroline, but neither of them said a word.
They were both a little too stunned.
“How about I put on some music to set the mood?” Pete walked to a wall and drew the velvet back. Almost immediately, music filled the room. It was quiet and sensual, no lyrics. “You guys might want to get comfortable in some bathrobes. You don’t have to show us anything, but it makes it easier to—you know—touch each other.” He grinned, and Caroline swallowed.
“Oh, we’re not going to do anything like that—” Caroline began.
Emma’s hands slid to her nipples, caressing them. “Believe us, you’ll want to at least touch each other.”
Pete walked up to his wife from behind and cupped both her breasts, taking the nipples between his fingers. Emma responded by dropping her head back against his shoulder.
It was incredibly erotic.
Pete stopped his assault after a moment. “So how do you feel right now? I ask because once you see me put my cock between my wife’s creamy thighs, it will be whatever you’re feeling now times a thousand. I strongly suggest putting the robes on. They’re in the bathroom.” He gestured to the other side of the room. “But you don’t have to. Why don’t you go together and discuss it, while Emma and I get situated? At any time, if you get superhot for each other, you can use the playhouse bedroom. Feel free to shut the door. We won’t disturb you. Oh, and give me the camera. I have a tripod. I’ll set it up while you’re in the bathroom.”
Before Caroline could think, Jace grabbed her hand, handed Pete the camera, and tugged her toward the bathroom.
The doorway was covered in red velvet, like everything else, but Jace found his way and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, there was a door.
He opened it, and they went in.