If their spa bathroom at home was nice, this was extreme.
“Did they turn an entire bedroom into a bathroom?” Caroline whispered as Jace shut the door. “This thing is cavernous.” Caroline walked toward the Jacuzzi. It wasn’t a Jacuzzi tub. It was a full-size hot tub set into the floor, and it was full of water. “This is so…freaky,” Caroline continued. “It’s a…a Disneyland of sex.”
Jace wrapped both arms around her shoulders and drew her in, stroking her arms. “I agree. It’s strange,” he said. “But it’s also kind of cool? I don’t know. I can’t decide.”
“I think they must be sex addicts.” She turned in his arms. “Please tell me we’re doing the right thing here! My panic is beginning to flood in full force. Jace, I’m not sure I can go through with this. It’s all a little much.”
“Are you turned on?” Jace asked, leaning down to kiss her.
She couldn’t hide it even if she’d wanted to. “Yes. Incredibly.”
“Then that’s our answer. We can do this.” Jace slid his hand in between her legs and pressed. She arched her pelvis into it and groaned. “Remember, Care”—he nuzzled her neck—“we’re only watching them. There’s nothing wrong with that.” He brought his other hand to the button on her jeans and popped it open. “It’s obvious they like having sex with others, and they clearly have money to burn. No kids. What harm are they doing? Everything is tastefully done. Even the ‘theme room’ wasn’t that creepy…okay”—he chuckled—“it was a little creepy, but I get why people would want to escape their lives for an hour or three.” Once her jeans were open, Jace slid his fingers down into the front, circling her wetness. He teased her open, and she couldn’t think straight. She melted into his arms like jelly. “That’s right.” He pressed his mouth against her ear and murmured, “We’re in a sexual theme park, and we’re about to have the time of our lives.”
“No, we can’t.” Caroline shuddered in pleasure at her husband’s touch, but she reluctantly stepped away from him. “Jace, you have to stop, or we’re not going to leave this room.” She had to clear her mind. It was foggy with lust, and she desperately wanted to stay level-headed so the crushing guilt about what they were about to do didn’t suffocate her. But it was coming in anyway. “Are we really going to get into robes?” She glanced around, looking for where they might be kept. “They must be in that big vanity over there.” The entire wall was built-in cupboards with two small closet doors.
Jace walked over and opened one.
Sure enough, two robes hung on hangers.
They looked new. “I say we wear them,” he said. “I think they’re right. We’re going to be hot watching them perform, and I’d like to be able to touch you. If that’s okay. I wasn’t planning on being hands-free, but I’m not complaining.” He grinned as he handed her the smaller of the two robes. “It’s a bonus not to have to videotape.”
“Okay,” Caroline said skeptically. “But if you touch me, we have to be discreet. Promise me right now you’re not going to push us into anything crazy.”
“I promise, but you have to promise me that if we get too worked up, we come back in here or go to the playroom so we can fuck. Agreed?”
“When they’re right out there?” Caroline gaped. “I can’t do that.”
“Care, come on. We’re going to be past caring when they do the nasty right in front of us. It’s the least we can do. It’ll give them a little boost knowing we’re in here fucking like we’re on fire.” Jace pulled his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing, and Caroline forgot her argument. She was turned on already, and her husband was so incredibly hot. What could it hurt?
She did want him to fuck her senseless in this bathroom. She was being stupid. Right? “Okay. I see your point.” She began to unbutton her blouse as Jace dropped his pants, his erection straining against his boxer-briefs. “But no slip-ups out there, Jason. I don’t want our first time with them to be some sort of animalistic scenario where we have sex in front of them because we can’t control ourselves.”
Jace’s face broke into a huge grin. “Our first time? So you’re already thinking of making a repeat visit to the Pleasure Paradise?”
“Shut up.” Caroline laughed as she stripped off her jeans. “And lower your voice. I don’t want them to hear us making jokes at their expense!”
“They have the music on. They can’t hear us. Unless they have every room under surveillance so they can play it back later.”
Caroline’s head whipped around. “What? Did you see something? Are there camera holes?”
Jace broke into heavy laughter. “Camera holes? No! I was just kidding around. That would be nuts if they filmed people without their consent.”
“That wasn’t funny.” Caroline slipped the robe over her shoulders. “And, yes, camera holes. There has to be a spot where the lens is visible. Even if it’s tiny. Haven’t you ever seen Undercover Nanny?”
“No, can’t say I have.” Jace came forward, his arms encircling her waist, finding their way inside her robe. “It wasn’t funny, but the expression on your face was priceless. Here, let me fix your robe. It’s gaping open.” Instead of closing it, he bent and took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip and then sucking it hard.
Caroline’s head tilted back, and she groaned. “You’re such a bad boy. You get me to do such dirty things.” Her hands automatically entwined in his hair, pressing him closer.
“And you secretly love it.” Jace tugged her nipple twice more, brushing his thumb across the other one before he raised his head. “Okay, Care, are you ready for this? Let’s go out there and see what the Slaters have in store for us.”
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Jace grinned like he’d won the lottery and took her hand, tugging her out the door.
* * *
Pete had hooked up the video camera on a tripod and set it close to where the action would be. He’d also positioned his wife for full effect. She was kneeling on all fours, ass up in the air, facing them on one of the round, adjustable beds, only a small dusting of curls showing.
Pete knelt next to her, his hand stroking his huge erection.
Jace hadn’t thought he’d be that big. He knew enough guys, especially inside a locker room, to know that the size of a dick wasn’t related to the size of the rest of a man. Some tall, built guys had small cocks, and vice versa. But Pete’s dick was enormous and seemed incongruous to the rest of him.
Caroline must have sensed his trepidation, because she stood on her tiptoes, pulling his shoulder down to get close to his ear. “He’s not bigger than you, so don’t worry.”
“It sure looks like it,” he whispered back.
“That’s because you don’t fuck yourself, so you don’t pay close attention. His might be a little longer, so it seems bigger, but thick is where it’s at, believe me. And you have him there by a long shot.” Caroline ended on a giggle.
Jace knew she was still nervous, but his brave wife was holding up well. He also knew she was fine because she was swearing, which meant she was horny.
They’d left their drinks upstairs, and he wondered for a moment if he should go get them. But then he thought better of it.
“You guys can sit or lie down anywhere you’d like,” Pete said, still stroking his cock with long, sure pulls. “The best viewing will be from that big beanbag chair right there.” He motioned to a place about five feet in front of him. “It’s actually a small couch. You don’t sink into it very much. It will also be the most comfortable to recline in.”
Before Jace could move, Caroline grasped his shoulder and whispered, “Can we tug it a little farther back? I don’t want to sit that close.”
He agreed. Five feet was not enough separation between them and the action. He grabbed the corner of the beanbag couch and told Pete, “I’m just going to slide this back a bit.”