Cheating at Our Overbooked BnB - 6

With both women out for the day, I pull out my laptop to try to get a head start on feed orders for next year. But I can't concentrate. My mind is reeling with all the possibilities of what might happen tonight.

If we do this--if things get serious--Ellen could become jealous in a bad way. It could damage our relationship permanently.

Am I seriously about to risk that?

Ellen texts at noon to ask if I'll join for the closing reception at 8 PM. The hours crawl by, but finally it's time. I clean up and put on my sport coat, then call the ride service.

When I arrive, the pavilion is strung with fairy lights glowing in the warm night air. A Holstein moos in the distance as guests mingle at the tables, chattering with excitement.

Everyone's in their best attire, and I've gotta hand it to Chloe's sister--it's a romantic setting. The perfect way to close an event like this.

As I come around the corner, I spot Ellen--still in her boho dress. She's beaming as she chats with Jane and a couple of the guests. Someone makes a joke, and she laughs out loud.

She's in her element here--immersed in this romance world that she's built her career around. My chest swells with pride, thinking back on those long months when she decided to give up her editorial job with the Montana Ledger and chase her dream of becoming a romance author. I still remember the day she got the call from her agent telling her that Penguin Random House was interested in her Wilde Hearts series.

Even now, watching her from a distance, I can't help but admire how deeply she cares about her work.

And she loves me this same way. Deeply. Passionately.

So much that she's offering me something incredible. Something she knows I'm craving.

But is it right to take it?

There's a clatter near the wine bar, and I turn to find Chloe rearranging a bouquet on the counter. She's wearing a short red A-Line dress that shows every curve. She's even got the strappy high heels to match.

She looks fucking gorgeous.

Chloe turns around and catches my eye, and my whole body flushes with heat. I give her a slow smile in return, and her eyebrows bounce before she turns back to her work. But I'm still enjoying her ass--dreaming of getting my hands all over her tonight. With my loving wife just steps away.

But what kind of a man does that make me?

"Hey there." Ellen appears beside me, and I spin--embarrassed that I haven't said hello to her yet.

But Ellen glances at Chloe, then shoots me a naughty smile. "Having fun?"

I snort a laugh. "Maybe."

She nods, catching her lower lip between her teeth. "Why don't you grab us a table? I'll come join you in a minute."

I pull her in for a quick kiss. "All right, baby."

She gives me a funny smirk as she walks away, and when I turn back toward the bar, Chloe's disappeared.

I find an empty table, but as I pull a chair out, I realize my hands are trembling. My heart's pounding like a hammer against my ribs, and nothing's even happened yet.

I settle into my seat, looking out over the darkened pasture--taking a deep breath to try to settle my nerves.

Another cow moos in the distance, and after a few minutes, Ellen returns to join me.

"Good news." She places her hand on my thigh and squeezes in a way that tells me she's already horny. "Looks like you're in for a good time tonight."

"Is that right?" I mutter under my breath, turning to meet her eyes.

Her grin is mischievous. "Mm-hmm." There's nothing but heat in her gaze as she blinks back at me.

Suddenly Chloe appears at my other side.

"Hey there." Her voice is smooth and silky soft. "Ellen invited me to come and join you guys for a drink, if that's OK?"

My throat tightens at this new reality--my pulse pounding in my ears. But I force a chuckle. "She did, huh?"

Chloe's wide blue eyes sparkle in the warm, low light. Her smooth, creamy breasts are nestled inside that little black dress, and I feel the pull like a moth to a white-hot flame.

There is no world in which I turn this down.

"Be my guest." Mercifully, my hands steady as I pat the seat beside me.

Chloe scoots in close--so close her thigh presses against mine. Her floral scent is all around me--making my whole body tingle with anticipation.

When she leans in closer, I catch the curve of her breast beneath her neckline. My hands ache with the need to touch and explore.

But at my other side, Ellen's lips brush my earlobe. "You're welcome," she whispers.

This should feel wrong--being pressed against this sweet young thing with Ellen right beside me.

But it feels so right.

Our waiter comes to the table to serve wine, but he hesitates for a moment. I realize how odd the three of us must look--practically cuddled up together.

Ellen's hand stays on my leg as we take our drinks, and Chloe's fingers slide over my other thigh. I can feel the heat of her skin through my jeans, and all I can think about is having her soft hand wrapped around my hard dick.

"Jesus," I mutter as the waiter steps away from our table.

Ellen grins, sliding her hand higher until she's feeling over my erection. "Like I said. You're in for a good time tonight." She leans in, kissing my neck while her hand strokes me. Then she reaches for Chloe's hand, bringing it up too.

"Mmm." Chloe shoots me a naughty smile as she presses her hand between my legs. "My thinking exactly."

I glance at the tables near us. Most of the guests are engaged in their own conversations, but Jane Bryant is staring straight at us--her mouth hanging open.

I give her a polite nod, even though my dick is so hard, I'm straining against my jeans.

When Chloe's fingers find the edges of my cock, my breath catches.

"Fuck," I whisper as both women's hands slide over my crotch. Then I watch their fingers mingle together as they stroke me--every one of my senses keying into the sweet sensation of both of them touching me.

But is this all right?

I turn to my wife. "Babe, are you sure about this?"

"No." She grins, bringing her hand over Chloe's and pressing her palm along my shaft. "I just know I don't want to stop."

My balls are already aching as I kiss Ellen's lips, still enjoying the sweet sensation of Chloe's fingers on my dick--dreaming of what it's going to feel like when I finally push deep inside her.

"You know what, girls?" I lean back in my chair, then toss the rest of my wine back before resting my glass on the table. "It's getting late. Let's get the hell out of here."

* * *

When the car arrives, the three of us file into the back. Ellen slides in first, and I take the middle, with both women snuggling close at my sides.

The driver raises a bushy eyebrow as he peers at us in the rearview mirror. But my eyes slide to Chloe's bare legs crossed under her red dress, and I'm too hot to slow down. I don't care if the whole world is watching.

When Chloe tips her chin up, my eyes lock on those full, red lips. I press my mouth to hers, tasting the sweetness of the wine as soft lips tug against mine. Chloe makes a small, pleased sound against my mouth, and Ellen gasps softly beside me.

And as I take the weight of Chloe's breast in my palm through her velvet-soft dress, my wife's grip tightens around my bicep.

I settle my other hand on Ellen's thigh to comfort her, keeping my attention on Chloe--kissing down her neck as she leans back against the seat. Then I slide one strap of her dress down past her shoulder, glancing in the rearview mirror to find the driver watching us.

But Chloe grins, so I keep going--tugging her dress down to reveal a strapless push-up bra underneath. Then I peel the fabric down over one breast until her rosy-pink nipple is exposed. But as I bend to lick the firm nub, Ellen makes a quivering sound.

I glance to find my wife's eyes wide with emotion.

"You all right, baby?" I keep my eyes locked on Ellen's as I press my mouth to Chloe's breast--licking the firm nub of her nipple.

"Yes," Ellen says softly, but I see the two sides warring within her--intense arousal swirling in a sea of jealousy.

Her hand trembles where she grips my arm, and for a moment, I hesitate.

How did we get here?

Is this who I am? A man who fondles other women in front of his own wife? Who would break his vows?

But Chloe's pink nipple is exposed and wet from my tongue. Her eyelids are heavy with need.

And I know that I need this.

That I'm taking it.

I reach to cup Ellen's cheek in my palm. "It's all right. I've got you, babe."

She gives me a small nod. "Yes. I know."

When I meet Chloe's eyes again, she gives me a teasing grin as I lick and suck her nipple, enjoying the salt of her skin on my tongue. The curve of her full breast on my lips. The feel of her body as I grip her thick hips.

I slide my hand under the hem of her dress, and Chloe's breath catches when my fingers find the wet heat where she's slick between her legs.

But it's Ellen's breath that quickens as I spread Chloe's thighs a little--tugging her panties to the side and feeling into her arousal.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I murmur, sliding my thumb along her slick folds.

Ellen shifts in her seat beside me--her eyes fixed on my hand beneath Chloe's skirt. Her breathing grows a little ragged.

"What are you planning to do with me tonight?" Chloe grins mischievously.

"Anything. I. Want." I swirl around her entrance before pressing my thumb deep inside her wet heat.

Chloe moans softly--her jaw falling open.

But Ellen makes a startled sound.

For a moment I'm worried it's too much for her. That she's going to try to stop me.

Instead, she leans forward and addresses the driver. "Can't you go any faster?"