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  “That all for you two?”

  Jason snapped his head up to see their waitress standing over them. “We’re almost done here,” he said to her. She scribbled something on her receipt pad, ripped off the paper, and placed it next to Matt’s side of the table out of Jason’s reach. Matt picked it up, read it, and then pulled out his wallet.

  “I’ll get this one,” Matt said as he half-smiled at the hovering blonde. He laid some bills on the table and tucked the receipt into his pocket. She winked and smiled at Matt as she picked up the bills, then sauntered towards the bar register. Matt stared after her, and she gave him another smile from across the room. Jason watched the familiar scene he repeatedly witnessed throughout their friendship with a touch of melancholy.

  Jason’s palms felt clammy as Matt turned away from eyeing the waitress and focused on him.

  “I’ll do it.”

  “Really? Are you sure?” Jason had to consciously prevent his jaw from dropping at Matt’s acceptance.

  “Look, I’m only here for a few days. Her birthday is Saturday, right?”

  “Yes. Hold on, she has this ovulation calendar app thing she makes me sync to,” Jason said excitedly as he rummaged for his phone on the table. He flipped through the touchscreen with his thumb until he found what he was looking for. “It was the bane of my existence when we were doing it natural. Let me see if this works… yeah… awesome… she should be ready on Saturday according to the app.”

  Matt cleared his throat. “I have some conditions because this is a serious thing you are proposing, and we need to discuss these details,” he said as he finally looked directly at Jason with his confidence visually regained. “I don’t want Rose to get hurt, and I want you to understand the full scope of what I will require.”

  “Well, yeah. I can understand your concerns,” Jason said nervously.

  Matt’s eyes turned into a vaguely familiar calculated stare. “I don’t think you do. Here are my terms…”

  Jason patiently listened to Matt explain and rationalize his conditions. He secured his agreement for each criteria with a nod.

  Matt finished off his water to signal he was finished. “I’ll have my lawyer send over the documents to your office with a notary for you to sign tomorrow. Rose will have to sign it if there is any implantation, but we can spare her a few days of over-thinking this just in case.”

  “Implantation?” Then it dawned on Jason what Matt was talking about. “Yeah, you should probably drop off a sample at the fertility clinic. I will text you the address. It is on San Carlos.”

  Doubt crept into Jason's mind as Matt stood up from the booth. “Hey,” Jason said sheepishly. “Just remember she is my wife.”

  The icy stare returned to Matt’s face. “You’re going to have to remove the word ‘my’ from your mental dictionary when it comes to Rose after Saturday. See you then.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. See you Saturday,” Jason replied meekly as he watched Matt stride confidentially towards the front door of the pub, push the door open to let the sunlight stream into the pub for a final time, and walk out.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Matt

  He remembered knocking at the hotel room to deliver the gift, and was very surprised that she answered the door.

  Wide smile on her face when she saw it was him. Her eyes sparkled. White flowers in her perfectly curled hair with half of it piled on her head. She laughed excitedly as she turned to walk into the room.

  He imagined her naked thighs rubbing together under the layers of cream satin, crystals, and ribbons as she walked to the dressing table. She told him yesterday she wouldn’t wear panties on that day; just simple blue garters to hold up her stockings.

  He caught a glimpse of the brown skin that surrounded her nipple; it peeked above the corset that cinched her tight under the gown. Her breasts overflowed the gown’s bodice. It wasn’t fully tied; she asked him to pull the top tight. She explained they forgot to tie it before they left to go downstairs for the ceremony.

  He stood behind her and breathed in the mixed scent of hairspray and perfume emanating from her smooth neck decorated with only a simple strand of pearls. His rod pressed rock hard against the tuxedo’s trousers, and he could sense her wetness waiting for him under her the skirts. He wanted to press up against her so she would know what he had for her. He put the small gift box on the table as she turned so her back would face him.

  She sucked in her breath. He reached for the ribbons and pulled them tight. He wanted it to hurt her just a bit. He wanted her to remember the gown’s seams cutting into the flesh of her breasts and her back.

  He looped the ends and tied the bow. He couldn’t stop his hands from touching the braided ribbon along her spine. She was going to turn around; he had to act fast.

  He grasped her hips. He wanted to bend her over the table, and…

  The sharp angles poking his hands snapped Matt back to reality.

  “What’s wrong?” the girl asked over her shoulder as he let go of her boney hips and backed away from her.

  Recollection flooded his mind; she was the waitress from earlier. “Nothing,” he stammered. “Jet lag. Really tired. You should go; I have early meetings to attend tomorrow morning.”

  He pulled the condom off his flaccid penis and tossed it towards the waste basket next to the dresser. She him a confused look as he watched her try to button her shirt with whatever remaining buttons he left her.

  “Just get out,” he said exasperatedly. “GO!”

  He saw a flurried gathering of belongings and the hotel door slammed shut. He stepped over things on the floor in a daze as he walked to the hotel room’s minibar. One micro bottle of Johnny Walker Red left; he reluctantly poured it into the empty glass that didn’t have the lipstick mark on its rim, and walked over to the wall of glass to look out over the skyline.

  Matt took a swig from the glass and relished the burning sensation in his throat. His eyes scanned the windows of the neighboring buildings and saw a darkened figure at a window.

  The mobile phone vibrated from the desk area. He strode over to it, noted the incoming number on the home screen, and proceeded to set the phone to block any future incoming calls from the waitress. He tossed the phone back onto the desk, and almost knocked the lab sample cups contained in their paper bag to the floor.

  “Stupid bitch,” he muttered to himself before knocking back whatever was left in the glass.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Thirty Five Roses

  A bit tipsy from the bottle of wine they shared at dinner, Rose leaned on the elevator’s cool stainless steel interior walls. Bass from the hotel's nightclub thumped softly in her ears. She raised an eyebrow as she watched Jason select the penthouse floor.

  “You’re kidding,” she said. “Honey, we can’t afford this.”

  Even though Jason told her to relax, it was her thirty-fifth birthday, she deserved it, and there was more waiting in the room for her upstairs, Rose couldn’t refrain from silently tabulating the cost of the five course dinner they just finished downstairs in addition to the financials of a Saturday night penthouse suite. Her husband rarely got this extravagant, and she wondered what he was up to as the elevator silently sped past thirty floors and arrived at their destination.

  Her husband grinned as he opened the double doors to the opulent suite. Rose immediately walked past the living area’s contemporary dark furnishings over to the wall of glass that displayed an unparalleled downtown city view, and she tried to take in everything.

  Thirty-five roses placed in a huge crystal vase dominated the oversized coffee table. Rose thanked her husband for the traditional gift after they both sat down on the luxurious sofa.

  “Hey, I still have another present for you.” Jason reached over to the end table hidden by the sofa's arm and handed her a box wrapped with robin’s egg blue paper and a wide satin ribbon.

  “Really honey, you shouldn’t have,” she said. “This whole night is really too much.” />
  Jason laughed and told her to take the box to the bathroom off the living room after joking they’d be in the bedroom soon enough. Outfits were the thing that turned Jason on the most, and he generally just paid for whatever she ordered online, so she suspected something of that nature was the gift. The “guest bathroom” was bigger than one of their secondary bedrooms in their home, and she carefully navigated the smooth marble floors to open the box on the vanity.

  It was a long, black, and sheer lingerie gown with matching crotchless panties. The tag said 18W, and she was a little relieved Jason remembered her size. She quickly got undressed, slipped on the panties, placed the gown’s halter strap over her head, and then she proceeded to figure out how to arrange her breasts within the two panels and successfully close it.

  Why do they always use one tiny hook and eye to close these things?

  Rose finally got the band to close and sit beneath her breasts for flimsy support, and admired herself in the full length mirror. She could see why Jason picked it out; it hung to her ankles and the whole front hung open to the empire waist held up by the halter. There were black fabric appliqués to seductively hide her nipples, so she arranged her breasts a second time to make sure everything was where they should be. The crotchless panties were a little too big but at least they weren’t cutting into her. Feeling sexy and irresistible in the gown, she didn’t want to wait another minute to see Jason’s reaction.

  He was half undressed when she walked back into the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. “You look amazing,” he said as he pulled her in for long, wet kiss.

  Jason led Rose to the doorway of the dark bedroom by playfully nudging her with each of his hands resting on her respective shoulders. He stood behind her and brushed her loose curls aside to kiss her the back of her neck softly. She closed her eyes as she felt Jason’s familiar pattern of his tongue darting out from his dawdling lips while both of his hands massaged her shoulders through the silky mesh of the peignoir’s material.

  He removed his left hand from her shoulder to grab the black silk blindfold Matt left on the dresser closest to the doorway, still kissing the back of neck. Jason stretched out the blindfold in front of Rose’s closed eyes, and then tied it tightly around her head, catching a few strands of her hair in the knot.

  “What is going on?” Rose hoarsely whispered with a half-smile. The suspense the blindfold added was so out of the norm, and it excited her that Jason was making a true effort to seduce her for the first time in months.

  “Shh,” Jason said softly in between kisses. “I am going to give you something you always wanted, my sweet Rose.”

  The lights of the surrounding downtown buildings dimly filtered through the hotel suite’s sheer window coverings. The blindfold made it close to impossible for Rose to see anything besides the vague outline of her stomach covered in the almost transparent material of the gown, and her other senses started to compensate for her temporary blindness.

  Rose thought someone else was in the room; she smelled a familiar men’s cologne that was not her husband’s. Bvlgari, she recognized. Jason moved his mouth from her neck to her ear, but she could still hear a leg joint pop as if someone sat in a chair for a long time and then stood up quickly. The scent got stronger, and it was very apparent she wasn’t imagining the sound of feet brushing the suite bedroom’s plush carpeting.

  Someone obviously not her husband walked towards her, and she instinctively raised her hand towards the blindfold. Jason gently pushed her hand back down to her side and held it there with a firm grip, as if to silently reassure her that this was okay.

  “No, Rose,” a whisper originated from front of her:

  Oh, my God. That sounds like Matt!

  Rose swallowed nervously.

  As she drew in a breath to gasp, she felt a second pair of hands on her breasts. Two thumbs circled her hardening nipples through the sheer material as a foreign tongue parted her lips to taste her own, cutting off her exhale. A man’s stubble brushed the Cupid’s bow above her lips. Jason’s hands moved from her sides to knead the undersides of her breasts, slightly bumping against the lower portion of Matt’s hands.

  There are four hands on my breasts. Holy shit, Matt’s hands are on my breasts. Jason’s hands are on my breasts too.

  The hotel suite’s air conditioner turned on, and cool air breezed through her legs. The split crotch panties offered zero protection, and it was at that moment Rose realized how wet she was from the sensation caused by the cool breeze against her clit.

  She sucked on the tongue in her mouth with such force that her teeth scraped it. The tongue retracted in response, and then she felt biting on her lower lip. The thumbs and fingers on her nipples pinched together hard. The pain was excruciating yet exquisite. It felt like electricity shot in blazing trails from the tip of her nipples to deep within her voluminous breasts. The teasing licks at her earlobe turned into bites, almost as if to mimic the brutal kiss that assaulted her mouth. The sensible part of her brain kept trying to kick in to make her numb body parts move, and she attempted to take off the blindfold again.

  Only Matt knows I like it a little rough. I just want to see if it is really him.

  “No, that needs to stay on.” The same familiar voice again, and the pressure on her nipples relented and then disappeared. The hands grasped hers, and gently pulled her forward.

  In her ear from behind came Jason’s low voice, “Go baby. I am right here. And we’re going to fuck you in front of the whole city.”

  The gasp she stifled earlier finally escaped her throat, and her breathing quickened as Jason’s hands on her wide hips and Matt’s pulling on her arms simultaneously nudged her forward. Her steps felt heavy and clumsy, and finally the urging to move forward by the two of them stopped.

  Matt relaxed his grip on her hands, while Jason’s kisses and play bites focused between her shoulder blades; his hands remained on her breasts, and his fingers intermittently caressed her still sore nipples.

  Rose was nervously excited. Half her brain wanted to analyze the situation and figure out what led her to this night between these two men, and other half wanted to let go and enjoy the attention.

  The warm, wet flesh of a tongue enveloped her right nipple, and Jason’s hand moved away from that breast to knead her backside. She felt Jason moving his body slowly downwards toward the floor, and the licks moved with him. He massaged her inner thigh to urge her legs apart. Saliva and teeth intermingled on opposite sides of her body, and Rose let out a short groan.

  Matt abruptly stopped suckling and released her hands. She heard what sounded like a chain rustling against another metal object, and then a click sound. Rose opened her eyes to see a limited amount of bright light seeping through the bottom of the blindfold.

  “What was that?” she asked nervously, her throat completely dry and hoarse.

  No response from either of them, except Jason’s grip on her left breast tightened. He pinched her nipple similar to how Matt did earlier, and again she groaned.

  It suddenly became clearly apparent that Jason wasn’t kidding around: they were actually going to make sure anyone looking at the top floor of the hotel could see into the room and observe what was happening to her.

  I am on display. Whatever this is… whatever happens to me… I am on display.

  This realization was absolutely, positively delicious.

  Before she could mock protest again and successfully remove the blindfold, Matt clasped her hands together in front of her. He used some sort of rough, thick material to encircle her wrists; she couldn’t make out what it was even by tilting her head back to get a better view.

  “Didn’t we discuss this?” said the voice that was clearly Matt’s.

  A hand pinched her inner right thigh's flesh. Was that Matt or Jason? Does it matter at this point?

  The hand on her left breast released its grip to join its partner on the back of her thighs. The probing tongue returned to her mouth, and the f
ingers of her bound hands brushed up against a flat, muscular stomach. She heard Matt breath suck in sharply, and his kiss paused.

  The mouth and hands on her the back of her thighs started to move upwards. Fingertips rubbed the skin where her thigh met her ass. Long kisses lazily moved around her cheeks as if they were deliberately avoiding the tight crevice. A thumb ran itself slowly up the split to move the thong piece out of the way, and Rose thought she felt a drop of moisture accumulate on that thumb.

  “I am going to violate your ass.”

  That was Jason’s voice. That simple statement sent her analytical brain into overdrive. Her husband -- who thought the missionary position was the high point of their sex lives, whose high point of sexual satisfaction was getting a blow job every few months, and who never even hinted at ever wanting anything to do with anal regions in all their years of marriage -- wanted to “violate her ass?” He never used any kind of language like that in any situation.What could he possibly mean? How would he know that she would even enjoy something like that? The motivation for his actions completely perplexed her. Did he enjoy this, and could never get up the nerve to tell her about it?

  The skin on her wrists started to chafe from her reflexive struggles against whatever was restraining them. She envisioned they looked like raw, red rope burn marks. Her muscles tensed up even more, and she couldn’t even mouth a protest, let alone vocalize one.

  Her cheeks were then firmly splayed apart, and she felt someone's tongue licking the very top of her ass. The anticipation from Jason's tongue play on her ass surprised her; it felt so good in a strange, dirty way.

  Meanwhile, she felt Matt slide his body downwards. "So beautiful. So soft," he muttered.

  She could make out the top of his unmistakable head through the small opening of the blindfold; she could barely touch his hair with her fingertips. He pushed aside the half of the split crotch panties, and one of his fingers traced the valley between her thigh and where her thick, protective outer lips began.