“Okay. Still, do you have to run off right away?”
“No. But if I don’t, I may end up doing something I regret.”
“Like what, sleep with me?” he asked, lowering his voice. “One, I would never force a woman to do anything she didn’t want to. Which means that you probably want to and are scared of something. And two, why would you every regret sex? Are you in a relationship?”
“No. Not since my husband passed three years ago.”
Luke saw his opportunity, and even though the knew it was a bit mischievous and perhaps slightly manipulative, he grabbed her by the hips again, locking her up in another passionate kiss like they had just shared on stage. She resisted for exactly one second, quickly melting into him again, and this time, he pulled out all the stops, grabbing her ass, toying with her breast and her nipple, and kissing all along her neck. “Come to my tent,” he implored in her ear throatily.
“Okay,” was her only response. He turned, leading the way, as they ran hand in hand.
—Kiana—
It had started off as belly dancing. Kiana had never done it before, and felt awkward at first, but Tika was, it turned out, an experienced teacher and quite a master. She joined her and three other women in a quick rehearsal and impromptu dance for the king. There was some interesting eastern music thrown on, and as the music built and she swayed her hips, Kiana felt herself getting warm and into a very enjoyable, almost sensual groove. Tika came over and began dancing by her side, almost dancing with her, and the slow feeling she developed as they fell into rhythm was one of a bit of lust, almost a primal vibe.
The dancing broke up, and Harold and Tika took her back to their tent, along with a girl named Mina who had been dancing with them. She quickly learned that Mina, who was a very tall, extremely curvy girl with pale red hair and a lot of freckles, lived with them back in Seattle, and was Tika’s submissive. The revelation at first surprised her, but as she saw the respect and familial way they treated her, she shrugged it off and assumed the relationship served a purpose for all of them. Harold cracked open a bottle of wine, and after some bantering and a quick top off of all their glasses, he asked her, “So, if I can be a bit forward, are you straight, or bisexual?”
“Bisexual,” Kiana offered. “I’ve mostly had relationships with men, but when Luke and I started to open up our relationship, I realized quickly I wanted to act on my attraction to women.”
“What’s your taste in women?” Tika asked.
“Oh, I’ve got very broad taste in women,” she bantered back. “Basically, anything I find sexy, and anyone I find arousing or stimulating, I’m interested.” She smiled and made some extended eye contact with Tika, hoping the conversation was going in the direction she desired.
“I had an interesting conversation with your boyfriend earlier about swinging. It seems like he’s fairly attracted to my wife.”
“I must say, I find your boyfriend extremely sexy,” Tika added. “If you’re okay with it, I’d jump him and fuck him all night.”