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It was no secret that Leon's job made me a little uncomfortable, and even less so that social events seriously freak me out. However, if there was anything on this Earth that I loved more than I hated those things, it was Leon in formal wear, and an excuse to play dress-up. That much he was sure to remind me of, and coupled with the acknowledgement that I'd been burning myself out at work and needed a break, he ultimately pushed me over the edge into agreeing to attend this gala with him. In all honesty, I had no idea what it was even for, or why we had to be there, but weirdly enough it didn't really seem like he knew, either. All he'd told me was that it was important and that everyone had been permitted a plus one, and having just recently gained the title of Mrs. Kennedy, it was only natural he'd ask me to join him. Word gets around quick, after all.
We were silent for most of the car ride there, as I couldn't take my mind off of the suspense of it all, yet I didn't feel like I should ask questions. It was nerve-wracking, but exciting, too-- it gave me a reason to wear some of my fancier clothes that otherwise only came out for pictures. I felt very proper and pretty in the outfit I'd chosen.
Parking the car, he turned to look at me and placed a warm hand on my knee. He cleared his throat. "Before we go in, can I ask something of you?"
Curiously, I nodded. "Sure."
He let out a sigh, visibly nervous to go in, and my heart sank. "Don't take this the wrong way, but if you could stay close to me, and avoid talking to other people as much as possible, I'd appreciate it... It's not because I don't trust you, I just don't trust them..."
I tilted my head, anxiously fussing with the ring on my finger. "What do you mean?"
"I just don't want you to get sucked into the middle of anything. I'm dealing with some ridiculously powerful people here, some sensitive shit... I'm beyond grateful that you came to support me, and you look stunning, but honestly, I have a bad feeling about this whole thing. I really just want to get in and get out."
Seeing him so nervous was making me super nervous, yet at the same time I felt endeared and determined to keep my composure at his thanking me for my support. Too often in our relationship I felt like it was always me leaning on him. Hell, part of the reason he'd even asked me to come with him tonight was to take my mind off of my work. It felt good to finally step up to the plate. I took his hand, trying to pretend that my own weren't shaking, and I gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Okay, we've got this. In and out."
He finally cracked a smile that reached his eyes, squeezing my hand back. "I appreciate your enthusiasm."
"Come on, it's gonna be fine, babe," I tried to encourage him. "Let's just take some deep breaths and get it done. The night will be over before you know it."
"Deep breaths?" He raised an eyebrow.
I swatted at his chest as a means to playfully punish him for being so cynical, and I laughed, which managed to work a chuckle out of him. "Yes! It'll make you feel better, I promise. Just indulge me."
Setting aside his stubbornness for a moment to take my advice, we shared in a few deep breaths and collected ourselves a bit. I drew him in for a kiss before we exited the car and greeted the cool evening air. The venue was... extravagant, to say the least. I think it was someone's mansion or something but I really couldn't be sure, and in following Leon's plea to keep to myself I didn't feel comfortable asking. There were massive gates, a fountain out front, the whole nine yards-- my shoulder twitched anxiously, and I took his arm for comfort.
Upon entering, we were now faced with the equally as classy interior. Smooth marble floors, intricate décor in the form of paintings and statues and perfectly maintained luxury. I cast my gaze to the floor and chose to let Leon guide me. I may have been dressed nicely but excessive wealth was entirely foreign to me, and equally as unnerving.
"Cute date, Kennedy," A familiar voice cut through my nervous internal rambling, and I looked up to be met with the very welcome sight of Claire and Chris. She continued, teasing, "How did you pull a dime like this?"
Leon only smiled as I excitedly pulled her in for a hug, sharing a nod of greeting with Chris before answering, "I ask myself that every day. When I find out, I'll let you know."
We chatted for a minute, but it was unusually stiff-- it was clear that all four of us were somewhat out of our element, though it did make me feel a little better to know that the two of them weren't exactly at ease either. Unfortunately, though, our meeting was short-lived as Chris cleared his throat in a gap of conversation. "Well, Leon, we'd better get going. We've been summoned already."
He sighed deeply, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead, and he went to follow Chris but in my nervousness I found myself unable to let go of him. "W-Wait, what do I do?" I stuttered, my hands shaking on the sleeve of his suit jacket as I frowned up at him.
"Just stay close to Claire, honey. I'll be back soon, promise." Leon gave me a reassuring smile and tipped my chin up. I hardly had a chance to respond before Chris whisked him away.
Claire approached from behind, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Why don't we go find some champagne?"
She had a point. I cracked a smile and took her hand as she led me deeper into the building. Claire and I had already known each other as colleagues before I ever crossed paths with Leon, but nowadays I considered her one of my closest friends. I was very happy to have her to lean on for the evening, given I had a feeling that Leon's promise to return soon was only a device to comfort me in the moment. With enough champagne, though, that could be forgiven.
"So, do you know anything about this?" I asked. "What's even going on here tonight?"
She shrugged, seemingly just following the flow of other attendees until we eventually entered a wide open ball room, or something, glittering with expensive things and expensive people. I awkwardly scanned the room, sticking out like a sore thumb as this wasn't exactly my type of crowd, but Claire spotted the open bar almost immediately and pulled me over there.
"I would assume Chris and Leon are being filled in as we speak," She handed me two champagne flutes, taking two for herself, and then motioned for me to follow her again. "I don't know for sure, but I have a weird feeling about this."
I scoffed, taking a sip as we walked. "You wouldn't be alone in that. Leon said it didn't feel right to him either, and I'm wound pretty tight too. This feels like a front for something."
Downing nearly the entire glass, she leaned closer to me and said lowly, "I agree, but keep your voice down. We're already drinking unfashionably, we don't need anymore unwanted attention."
"That's fair," I nodded, and with that we continued to mingle cluelessly.
Some time passed, and things were rather uneventful, really. For the most part we just kept to ourselves and caught up with each other about work and the details of my newly married life, trying to look like we belonged as we gradually became more and more intoxicated. At this point I think we were just drinking out of boredom more than anything. We were just getting ready to go grab more when I saw Chris and Leon finally returning, emerging through the scattered people in the room and my lovely boyfriend-- no, husband-- was quite the sight for slightly drunk eyes.
"Hey, you guys made it," Claire grinned, shilling her empty glass off to Chris. "Took you long enough."
He rolled his eyes. "Are you ready to head out, or what? I think we're done here."
I tilted my head. "What? Seriously? That's it?" They nodded. "Wow. When you said we'd just be in and out, you really meant it."
Leon slipped an arm around me and took my glass with the other, setting it down somewhere along the way to the exit. I was focusing a lot of energy into walking straight so there wasn't much mental capacity left for me to be paying attention to my surroundings. I was just trusting him to do that for me. As soon as we stepped outside I was floored by how good the cool air felt on my blushing skin, how safe and stable I felt being escorted by Leon at this big fancy event, the way his perfectly fitted suit hugged his strong arms just right. Most of the thoughts running through my head pertained to the many ways I wanted to jump his bones when we got home. It was nice.
The breeze picked up a little as we walked, having said our goodbyes to Chris and Claire, and while all of the boxes were checked for this to have been declared a successful night, there was still a little anxiety scratching at the back of my head. I figured it was just from the residual high of being under pressure in a social setting, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the evening wasn't over yet.
My intuition would turn out to have been correct. We hadn't even made it to the end of the driveway when a voice came from behind, "Kennedy. I didn't know you started babysitting."
He stopped walking rather abruptly, making me wobble a little bit, but I took hold of him again when we turned around to be met with the sight of this absolutely stunning woman. She had shiny black hair, cut sharply to frame her face, and she was wearing this gorgeous red dress that fit her sinfully well. Under the influence, my first instinct was to gush to her about how much I loved her outfit, that is until I connected the dots about what she'd said and my jaw dropped in offense.
"Babysitting?" I scoffed.
Leon's jaw clenched and he pulled me closer. "Ada Wong. It's been years, and this is how you greet me? I don't know what I expected, but somehow I'm not surprised."
She smirked, taking a few steps closer and looking me up and down in a way that made me feel uniquely insecure. She turned to Leon and asked, "You didn't take the deal, right?"
"No, I didn't. Chris didn't either," He said, and this answer seemed to please her. "What do you know?"
"I don't know any more than you do, just that I don't trust them. I think we'd be better off doing this... independently, don't you?"
Maybe I was drunker than I thought. Annoyed, I took a wobbly step toward her and crossed my arms-- Leon tried to grab me, and was successful, and I hardly noticed that he drew me back into him as I glared, "I don't think you need to be doing anything independent with my husband," Which definitely sounded more intimidating in my head than it did out loud. My face burned when she simply laughed at me. "A-And I'm 26..." I stuttered. That certainly didn't help.
"How cute. I think the kid you babysit has a crush on you, Kennedy."
"That's enough, Ada-" He tried, but there was no going back, now.
"26, huh? And you're still in training bras?"
With a gasp, my hands came up to my chest. "At least I didn't show up in $12 fake silk from H&M--"
"She's fun, Kennedy. I see why you put a ring on this one," She laughed, and if I weren't so certain she could put my ass to the ground with one finger I might have shoved her. Well, that, and Leon was still tightly holding me back by my upper arms. "I will say though, I never pinned you as the type to go for such a dainty little thing. You always seemed partial to women with... more going for them."
Fed up, I shouted, "My boobs are fine, okay? Jesus--"
"(Y/N), keep your voice down," Leon pleaded. "Can we please take this somewhere else? Somewhere I'm not expected to be professional?"
"Oh, right," I scoffed. "It would just be too unprofessional for you to stand up for me."
Ada was eating this up with quite the level of satisfaction residing on her features. "Uh oh, sounds like you put yourself in the doghouse, Kennedy."
"(Y/N)-"
"I was gonna let you fuck me in this corset."
"And I'm never letting you drink champagne again, for as long as I live."
Pulling away from his hold and turning around to face him, I glared deeply into his soul. He would know my wrath. "You two have fun. I'll be in the car."
"It's locked, and you can't even walk straight."
"I'm fine, give me the keys."
He rolled his eyes and tossed them to me, and no, I did not catch them, and yes, I came very close to tipping over when I bent my knees to grab them. I did, however, manage to make it to the car unscathed. All I wanted, truly, was for this to be over so that we could go home-- of course he has my full and complete trust, I had no idea what his relationship with her was like and it didn't really matter to me, but it did sting a little that he didn't defend me at all. It was sort of embarrassing, to be honest, but at the risk of sounding toxic, I looked forward to him making it up to me. He was good at that.
I sat slumped in the passenger seat, toying with the hem of my dress as I waited for his return, stifling a laugh as I turned on his radio and found it to be tuned to quite the fitting dad rock station. It wasn't too long before I saw him approaching the car out of my peripheral vision, and as my head perked up to watch him as he got in I thought, it really is so hard to stay mad at him.
Or it was, anyway, until the back door opened and Ada slipped in. "Are you serious? What the fuck is this?" I complained, cradling my temples. "Or do I even want to know?"
"You know I would tell you everything if I could, sweetheart," He put his hand on my thigh to comfort me, but all it really did was remind me of how desperately I wanted this night to end the way I'd been promised it would. "It's for your own safety."
Unsurprisingly, that was something I'd heard roughly ten million times before. It meant less and less to me every time, no matter how much I tried to remind myself that he genuinely couldn't share most of the details of his work with me, and that was something I'd been warned of. To that point I felt kind of guilty getting on his case about it. I opted not to say anything, instead casting my gaze out the window. The air hung tense between us.
Leon cleared his throat, and in his reflection in the glass I could see him watching me, like he was waiting for me to turn around. "I need to drop you off at home for a bit, but I promise I won't be gone long, okay?"
At that, I most certainly did turn around. My mouth fell open, but I couldn't even find the words to speak. That was definitely the nail in the coffin for my evening if nothing else. I knew that meant I probably wouldn't be seeing him until morning. All I could bring myself to do was turn back to facing the window, my heart throbbing with disappointment as he started the car. What a waste of time.
Ada blew a puff of breath from her nose, leaning forward to brush my hair from my face, tucking the loose lock behind my ear. What? Her touch made me shiver. "You need to take better care of your brat, Kennedy," She hummed, resting her hand on my shoulder. "I mean, look at her. Blushing, shaking, pouting... she just wants your attention, don't you, sweetheart?" Her thumb caressed me through the sleeve of my dress.
Woah.
Leon's grip twitched on my thigh. "Where exactly are you going with this, Ada? Are you trying to seduce my drunk wife right now?"
"At least someone's trying," I grumbled, shooting him a look, and his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. I couldn't help but grin a little. "But I guess it doesn't matter anyway, considering you have other obligations this evening."
His face flushed in frustration, and he was trying to keep his eyes on the road but he kept looking over at me. I glanced over my shoulder at Ada-- she was smirking right back at me. Holy fucking wingman... Just ten minutes ago I was debating swinging at her in front of a bunch of rich important people and now I kinda wanted to kiss her. Leon's voice cut through the noise and grabbed my attention again. "That's not fair and you know it, (Y/N). I have to work."
"Fine. Drop me off at home and go work, then. See if I care."
"You obviously do."
Casting a wink at me, Ada leaned forward and put a hand on his shoulder, fingertips tapping condescendingly. "And you don't, Leon?"
"I do what I do to keep people safe, and that includes (Y/N). If I have to spend a night on the couch to make that happen, then it is what it is. I couldn't possibly care more."
I knew he was being truthful, but still, I could have rolled my eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to call bullshit on that, however, Ada beat me to the punch. "What if I told you there was no work?"
In sync, Leon and I both turned to her and asked, "What?"
"Well, not tonight, anyway," She simply chuckled, a proud smirk on her face. "There were a few things I was hoping to get done this evening, but it can wait. This seems more fun."
Leon's grip tightened on my thigh, and I shivered. "So you show up out of the blue, when I haven't heard a word from you in years, you insult my wife and our relationship, force my hand into helping you with this mission, and now you're wanting to come home with us? It's all just too characteristic of you, Ada."
Jolting upright in my seat, I swatted at his shoulder and shouted, "Now you come to my defense?"
"You say that like you want her to come home with us," He scoffed, and the short time it took for me to cross my arms and raise an eyebrow was what it took for him to start connecting the dots. Blue eyes widening, he turned to look at me suddenly. "(Y/N), come on. You can't be serious."
My face felt hot. I could feel my cheeks burning right before their eyes. Sinking down into my seat, arms still crossed like I was trying to disappear altogether, I let my hair fall back in front of my face and turned to the window again. Worried I may have crossed a line somehow, I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't-- the silence was deafening.
"Y-You're drunk," He continued. "You're not thinking straight."
"I'm not drunk..." I grumbled under my breath, and though I certainly wasn't without my buzz at the moment I was far from unable to think clearly. He was grasping for straws.
Ada let out a little chuckle, leaning comfortably back in her seat, a stark contrast to how tense and bothered both Leon and I were. Little did we know she was quite enjoying having had that effect on us. "All I'm saying is, the option is there. Either you can leave this cute little angel home alone, all drunk and needy for you, or we can share in the pleasure of her body together. The choice is yours, Kennedy."
Jesus Christ... my shoulder twitched with a particularly strong shiver-- a nervous thing-- This is not her first rodeo. What a way with words.
"Just look at her. Poor thing. She's practically begging for you, for us..."
"Ada, stop it."
"I'll bet she tastes good, doesn't she? I know you love giving head."
The car came to a rather abrupt stop in the driveway of our small, shared home, Leon still gripping my skin. He turned to face me, an embarrassed flush settled across his handsome face, and he was clearly fighting a losing battle with himself internally.
Finally, he redirected his attention back to Ada and forced a chuckle. "Oh, you have no idea. So sweet, like heaven on earth. Unfortunately for you, she's all mine."
"I'm not trying to take her from you, Leon. I only want a taste. Surely you can share, for just one evening?"
My thighs shifted beneath his hold, recapturing his attention. His mouth was slightly agape at his loss for words, his utter bewilderment. Deep down he knew this was a bad idea, that opening any kind of door to Ada in his life always ended poorly, and it especially concerned him that she knew about me now, and by extension I would be woven into the middle of it. But, it was hard to deny just how nice of a thought it was, how intrigued he was by her offer, despite the deceptive nature of it all, and he found at least some level of comfort in her noting that it would be for just one evening. Still, it was obvious that he was having a hard time making a decision.
Shyly, I tucked my hair away from my face again. "Leon," My voice shook, a near whisper in my bashfulness, and it was so hard for me to meet his eyes. There were so many things I wanted to say, I didn't know where to start-- should I apologize for having potentially upset him, or was it even me who upset him to begin with? Part of me wanted to beg him to let her inside with us, part of me wanted to back off completely and just let him work. It was obvious thanks to her pointing out Leon's knack for giving head that their history with each other involved more than just work. Was I crossing a line by even showing interest in her? Somewhere in the static of my racing thoughts I realized I hadn't said anything. My mouth went dry. "A-Are you coming inside?"
It was a simple question, but very carefully worded. I didn't want to outwardly imply my interest any further, at the risk of causing problems, but it was open ended enough to leave him some room to interpret it how he pleased, whether that meant giving us a chance to talk alone, diving in head first, or telling me to leave the porch light on for him.
"Why don't you head in, and I'll be right behind you, okay?" He finally answered, and a rush of excitement washed over me. That was at the very least confirmation that he was blowing off work for the evening, and that alone was enough to make my night.
Taking hold of the hand of his that rested on my thigh, I sweetly kissed his knuckles before exiting the car. My steps were still a little less than graceful, though not so much because of the alcohol anymore. I was just so nervous, so shaky, unsure of what to expect. Even if he were to tell her to get bent and come inside alone, I would still be ecstatic-- in the years we'd been together, he never ceased to make me blush. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be able to call him my husband.
Briefly fumbling with my lanyard until I found the right key, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, wobbling out of my heels. In a nervous attempt to distract myself while I waited, I went into the bathroom to freshen up as quickly as possible, brushing my teeth and touching up my makeup while I had the chance. A few healthy sized rips off of the little pen in my purse didn't hurt, either. Every minute somehow felt both impossibly long and dizzyingly short as my heart pounded away at my ribcage. Suddenly the corset felt very confining.
Catching a glimpse at myself in the mirror, it was true that I certainly looked as bothered as I felt. My cheeks were rosy, my hands fidgeting. Of course I was nervous as all hell but not because I didn't want this. I wanted it more than anything, really-- my thoughts were quickly devolving into a fast moving slideshow of sweat and heat and moans, skin on skin and rampant pleasure. I hadn't been with a woman in a long time, obviously since before Leon and I met years ago. I wasn't the most experienced but I had a feeling she'd be happy to point me in the right directions.
Then, of course, somewhere in the middle of my fantasizing, came up the inevitable question of what this would mean for my relationship with Leon going forward. I was more than secure about our marriage, I knew he wasn't interested in or hung up on anyone else, and the same went for me, but surely there were some difficult implications here, right? It was hard to think about-- I gripped the bathroom counter and shook my head, trying to remind myself that maybe this would break most couples, but Leon and I weren't like most couples. Regardless, that was a conversation to have later.
I jumped at the sound of the door opening. For a moment I was frozen in place with anticipation, so excited to see what waited for me when I'd leave the room that I was almost afraid to face it at all. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned the knob and left the bathroom, my steps having regained some level of composure at the loss of my shoes as I turned the corner back into the kitchen. My eyes were glued to the floor, partly to better maintain my balance but mostly due to the nerves.
That's when I noticed that it seemed eerily quiet, and in my confusion I looked up to see no one. The front room was empty. My heart sank-- he probably thought twice about it, backed out, and just went to work. I guessed I couldn't blame him, maybe I was thinking a little too wishfully. Just as I was going to turn around and sulk back into the bathroom to take my makeup off and call it a night, two strong hands settled on my hips from behind and I nearly leapt out of my skin, a high squeak escaping me.
"Jesus Christ, you scared me," I huffed, turning around to be met with Leon's mischievous navy eyes. His lip was upturned in a grin, arms drawing me into his chest as a means to comfort me in the wake of his teasing. I rested my cheek on his shirt and sank into him. "I thought you left."
With a small chuckle he pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. "I'm right here, doll. I'm not going anywhere."
His warm hands rubbed my back softly, and I almost even swore I could feel him swaying me gently-- I was a bit dizzy, so it was hard to tell. But, what truly made me shiver was when I noticed his fingertips tracing my corset, admiring the fine lace details and toying with the soft pink ribbon that laid snug over my spine. Now I was grinning, too.
"You like it?" I whispered. "It's pretty, huh?"
"It's gorgeous. I'm certainly a very lucky man to be able to call you mine," His tone had dropped so suddenly, so smoothly, it almost knocked the wind out of me, coupled with the way his hold tightened on me in sync with his words. He dipped his head down to growl right into my ear, "My girl, my good little slut. My wife. All mine."
Clearly something about this interaction with Ada had triggered something possessive in him. I can't say I had any complaints, though. It was hot. I think I forgot to breathe for a second. My hands shaking, I pulled away from his chest just enough to look up at him, resting my palms on his broad shoulders. He looked so dashing in a suit, and while it was no secret I was quite partial to the tight straps and buckles of his more tactical wear, this was a nice treat every now and then. He cleaned up very nicely.
I caught my gaze lingering at my wedding ring resting softly against his shoulder. It was a simple thin silver band, adorned with my favorite stone, of course. It captured any and all light so beautifully, it was more than perfect. For a quick moment it made me feel like it was our first dance again, how blushy and smitten and so unequivocally in love we felt. He brought his hand up to mine, gathering my attention again, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the lovely stone.
"Mrs. Kennedy suits you, I think," He hummed, returning my hand to his shoulder and leaning down to kiss my neck. "You wear it so well, it seems you've made my ex jealous."
"Jealous? You wish," Came another voice from across the room, and again, I could have popped a blood vessel with how hard I flinched. Leon simply chuckled, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin-- I turned my head to see Ada leaned coolly against the kitchen island, just watching us. How long had she been there? How had I not noticed her? Judging by Leon's lack of reaction, he knew she was there. This is a setup- "I'm not trying to be her. I'm trying to fuck her."
He blew a little breath from his nose, nipping at my throat-- I gasped, burying my fingers into his shoulders. "Well, Ada, I suppose that makes two of us."
It was in that moment that I started preemptively plotting how I was going to get out of work in the morning, as I knew just by his body language that I was about to get my organs thoroughly rearranged, if not pureed. While Leon and I had what most would consider a pretty active and healthy sex life, it wasn't all the time that I saw him become so utterly primal, but every time without fail it ended in him absolutely spoiling me until I pass out. Adding a whole other person into the mix left me entirely unsure of what to expect, all I knew was there was no questioning that it would be good.
The sound of her heels nearing me on the wooden floors brought me back to reality, just as she disappeared behind me, gripping my hips and effectively sandwiching me between them. Her carefully manicured nails teased against my skin as she drew my hair over my shoulder and away from my neck, granting her access to the exposed skin above the collar of my dress. She wasted no time planting her lips there.
A full body shiver washed over me, not uncommon in intense moments such as this but it never failed to amuse Leon. Ada seemed to get a good kick out of it too. "Wow, you weren't kidding, Kennedy. She really is so responsive."
I blushed horribly at this. Clearly they had discussed details in the time they spent alone in the car together, and while I didn't have a problem with that, given it made sense for the circumstances, I sort of wondered what all he had told her. It made me feel naughty in all of the best ways.
"Just wait until we really get her going," Leon tipped my chin up with his knuckle, cupping my jaw in a way that left me little room to look anywhere else but him. "The way she whines, begs... purrs like a good little kitten when you touch her just right..."
My god, he's seriously laying it on thick. My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, my cheeks burning hopelessly. They had me right where they wanted me and knew it, one hundred percent.
Ada's plush, glossy lips tickled at my hot skin as she whispered, "Well, we shouldn't waste any time then. After all, we've kept you waiting all night, haven't we, princess?"
I could only nod, nervously chewing at my bottom lip. The anticipation was driving me nuts at this point and I was so far gone into subspace that I was having a pretty hard time coming up with a coherent sentence. Leon took my hand, leading us into our shared bedroom as Ada tagged along closely behind, fumbling with the laced up ribbon on the back of my corset. Her skilled and steady hands managed to undo the piece in the time it took for us to make it through the door, sliding it off of my shoulders and tossing it somewhere random. I was going to complain about her handling of it, given it was one-of-a-kind, handmade, and probably the most expensive thing I owned, but I didn't have a chance to as Leon captured my lips with his.
He kissed me feverishly, one hand grasping at the dip of my waist as the other cradled the back of my neck, at the nape of which I could feel Ada unclasping the facet of my dress. She pulled the zipper down almost painfully slow, nudging the soft fabric away from my shoulders. Taking advantage of a moment in which Leon and I pulled away for a breath, she slipped the sleeves down my arms before fully shedding me of the dress, leaving me bare for them, save for my thigh highs and panties.
Her soft hands slid around my back, cupping my breasts from behind, earning a quiet moan from me as her thumbs toyed with my already hardened nipples. "Your heart is pounding," She teased, kissing up my throat until she was speaking right into my ear. "Have you ever been with a woman, (Y/N)?"
My trembling hands rose again, grabbing at Leon's shirt for stability. We had hardly even begun and my legs were already about to be rendered useless. Shyly, I nodded, "I-It's been a while."
"Don't be nervous," Her teeth grazed the shell of my ear. "I've got you, doll."
In one quick movement she swept me off of my feet and into her arms, looking quite amused as I squeaked. She carried me the short distance to the bed, laying me down softly at the head of the bed before crawling over me. Palms on either side of my head, she ducked down and stole me away in a kiss, and my god did she know what she was doing. To a degree I felt sort of pathetic and unworthy being at the other end of her hot mouth, still somewhat paralyzed by shock and, of course, nervousness.
I coyly traced my fingertips along the sides of her skin tight dress, reveling in the warmth of her body through the red silk. My attention was chaste and featherlight, as my fear of doing something wrong seemed to be getting in the way of my inclination to feel more. We pulled apart for a quick breath, and she took the time to nuzzle my nose, whispering, "You can touch me, sweetheart, it's okay." Within seconds her lips were on mine again, her tongue gaining entry, and I squeezed her hips as if to acknowledge her encouragement.
She really was stunning, every curve suited her so perfectly, and she carried herself with exactly the amount of confidence she deserved to have. The comment she'd made earlier in the night wasn't unfounded, she had much bigger boobs than me, without question, and knew how to dress like it. Her breasts were almost spilling out of the low cut top of her dress, and with the newfound confidence I'd gained in the wake of her words I felt more comfortable reaching for them.
They were so soft, and even just kneading them over her clothes I earned a shaky gasp from her, which felt like winning the lottery at this point. Ada began traveling downward, planting wet open mouthed kisses along my jaw and the junction of my neck and shoulder. My head fell back into the pillows in pleasure, and in my distraction I was taken by surprise when the bed dipped next to us. Leon had removed his jacket, sitting right beside me to watch, the familiar blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed up by his pupils which were blown with lust, but no shortage of adoration.
Smoothing my messy hair away from my face so he could have a clear view of me, he caressed my burning cheek with a smirk. "Are you enjoying yourself, beautiful?"
I nodded into his palm, soaking up the attention-- he played with my hair and traced my jaw as Ada slid down lower, peppering soft kisses across my chest, drawing a purr from me. After much anticipation her swollen lips closed around my nipple, and at the pleasure of her tongue I tangled my shaking hand in her hair, arching into her. In my moment of bliss Leon's strong hand slid up my throat, squeezing lightly and swallowing my surprise with a hot kiss. What else was there to do but allow myself to melt into the bed, into them? As if to confirm that fate for me, Leon gathered my free hand in his and locked our fingers together, pinning me to the sheets in the most loving possible way.
Flat on my back now, this new angle provided her much more freedom to explore, and that she did-- releasing my nipple from her mouth with a quiet pop, her lips wandered in a jagged trail down my body, counting my ribs and peppering my stomach. The anticipation had me reeling, and the anxiety left me ticklish. I was trembling more with each passing second, unfolding beneath her and she'd hardly even done anything yet. The realization made me blush, and inadvertently I squeezed Leon's hand. He hummed into me, squeezing back, taking my bottom lip between his teeth with a low growl.
Ada's fingertips were cold on my warm inner thighs, making me jolt in surprise and tug at her hair a little bit as she moved to spread me apart. She blew a breath from her nose in response, pressing a smooch where she had touched me, her hand having slid up to pin my hip to the bed as I squirmed. "Be patient for me, pretty girl," She tsked, and I think my heart stopped beating for a second.
Leon pulled away from our kiss with a small laugh, casting a glance down to her. "Oh, play nice, Ada," He clicked his tongue, skimming my throat with the pad of his thumb. "I've kept her waiting all day. She deserves to be spoiled."
"And you can trust that she will be," Ada was quick to reply, somewhat firm with him but when her attention came back to me, her tone changed right before my eyes. "I will see to it, but I will have my fun. You trust me, don't you, bunny? Trust me to take good care of you?"
Well, yeah. Certainly the anticipation was killing me, but so far I had very very little doubt that she knew her way around. "Y-Yes, of course," I stuttered, releasing my hold on her hair to caress her instead, afraid I may have hurt her when I flinched earlier. "I trust you."
She smirked, satisfaction evident in her lustful eyes, and as she began dragging my panties down she mused, "Good girl-- and so wet for me. I'll bet you taste as sweet as you are."
I shivered, looking up to Leon as if to ground myself again. Not a single area of my brain was unoccupied by subspace, and I was very quickly made shy by her praise, though that's not to say it was unwelcome by any means. Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, Ada dragged the tip of her finger up the length of me, wetting it with my arousal before circling my jewel. With the suspense she'd built, she had managed to reduce me to a blushing mess with the simplest touch. I found myself biting my lip to keep quiet as I inadvertently squirmed beneath her.
Ada peppered soft kisses along my inner thighs, coming closer and closer to where I needed her but never close enough. It was quickly becoming rather tough to be patient, I noticed-- every other movement felt like it was leading up to something but would fall just short enough to be frustrating. I wanted to be good for her, but fuck... it was like she was baiting me to beg her.
Oh.
All at once I started to feel kinda vulnerable. The champagne was wearing off and the reality of the situation was beginning to sink in and it hit me that not only was I the only person in the room not fully clothed, I was completely naked, legs spread for my husband's ex who was admiring my body with great ardor, and he watched with equal amusement. It felt wrong, against the rules, like of all things this was my little toe in the door to the vast library of Leon's secret life. Above all, though, it was really, truly, insanely fucking hot.
"Ada," I gasped, breaking out of my internal distraction in one quick second, like I'd splashed water on my face. This is real, this is happening, and it's happening now-- if she keeps teasing me like this, I'm going to explode. "Please. I-I need it."
She could only chuckle. "Need what, baby?" Her lips brushed against my sensitive skin as she spoke. It bewitched me how absolutely intentional her every action was, down to the detail.
My cheeks burning, I tried to turn my head away but Leon caught my jaw, turning me back to look at him again. He kissed my forehead sweetly before adding, "Don't be shy, honey."
Mother of fucking god. I couldn't help the little whine that escaped me as my brain scrambled for words, feeling horribly put on the spot and all too flustered. "I-I need you," I stuttered, knowing full well that wasn't enough, but it gave me a little more time to buffer. "I need your tongue. P-Please eat me, Ada, please..."
In my moment of weakness her ring finger sank into me down to the knuckle, followed closely by her middle finger, drawing a shuddering moan from me as she pumped them slowly in and out. "Cute," She snorted, and gosh, I couldn't help but blush. "Just a little longer, princess. You're doing so good."
I groaned, my hips bucking up into her hand, though that only seemed to motivate her to taunt me further. She massaged my clit with her thumb, free hand tracing the length of my thigh with her fingernails. It was near agony. Shakily, I reached for Leon's hand, nudging him away from my throat, and at first he seemed confused until I gazed up at him, taking his middle and index fingers into my mouth. His expression softened. We had a safe word, one I'm sure he communicated with Ada, and he knew well enough that I would use it if I needed to-- that being said, he could tell I was feeling a little overwhelmed.
"You okay?" He whispered. Holding his wrist in both hands, sucking gently on his fingers, I nodded up to him with doe eyes. He smiled, "Okay. Love you."
In one quick movement, Ada had replaced her hand with her mouth, lips closing around my jewel with devilish and very deliberate timing. I almost choked, my thighs tightening around her head at the shock of it. Leon took his fingers from my mouth, caressing my cheek, and he smirked, "Sorry, baby. I wanna hear those pretty sounds you make."
And he would, with near immediate payoff. "A-Ada... fuck..." I whimpered, my eyes slipping shut as I writhed in pleasure beneath her. My head fell back into the pillow, inadvertently nuzzling into Leon's hand as he swept my hair out of my face, my faltering breaths and the mere sound of her tongue savoring my arousal only served to heighten just how naughty it all felt.
Her slick tongue rolled sinfully aware circles around my stiff bud, alternating between different applications of pressure and speed that seemed to be based off of my reactions--sure, I was being 'spoiled,' as they'd put it, but... she was not going to let me cum before she'd had her fun, and even then, we still had my lovely husband to worry about. I was given little time to think about that as her long fingers slipped inside me again, curling upward until she found what she was looking for, and then she set a pace.
I cried out, my back arching up off the bed like I'd been electrocuted, my thighs trembling over her ears as the heat steadily grew inside me-- holy fuck-- they chuckled. Did I say that out loud? Teasingly, she sucked a bit harder at my clit and pinned my hip down to the mattress as I involuntarily squirmed away. It's not that I didn't want it, no, it's that she was very much ushering me to my embarrassingly early end already, and for the sake of my own dignity, I really wanted to last as long as I could. Still, she was not slowing down, and I don't even think I was breathing anymore.
With a shaking hand I grabbed at her hair and tugged, a string of little whimpers and moans tumbling from my lips. I was struggling to focus. "A-Ada... I can't- I-I'm so close," I stuttered.
"Close for me already, angel?" She teased, withdrawing her fingers from inside me and simply watching as my hips impatiently bucked towards the phantom of her touch. "How sweet. You know, it's funny. I thought I was going to have to get Leon to help me, but if you really can't hold on any longer..."
Leon and I both froze at her words, and I looked up to him in shock-- his pupils were blown wide, swallowing almost every last trace of his icy blue, and as my gaze dragged down his body and drank in every detail, it was impossible not to notice the tension of his muscles, and the award his pants deserved for withstanding the strain... my mouth watered. "Wait, I-I can," I panted. "I can hold on, b-but Leon..."
Quick to react at the sound of his own name, he looked down at me and stroked my cheek. "Yes, honey?"
I reached over, stroking his thigh with a shaking hand. "I wanna help you... Let me help you?"
He chuckled breathlessly with a shiver, cradling my jaw, and though he was visibly trying to play it off, I felt rather proud to have made him squirm like that. After a brief moment to regain his composure, Leon asked lowly, "What do we say, princess?"
Now I shivered. "Please... Let me help you, please?"
He hummed, dipping down to kiss my forehead with a satisfied smirk. "Good girl. Go on, then."
Ada gave my jewel one last kitten lick and featherlight kiss before sitting back on her legs, granting me the space I needed to move now, as if she hadn't reduced my legs to useless jelly already. My thighs trembled as I shifted my weight and rolled over on to my stomach. I fumbled with his belt, my eager hands moving just a bit faster than my subservient brain, and likely surmising that I was getting ahead of myself, Leon reached down and scratched my head softly.
"Easy, kitten," He soothed, his voice gentle and so sincere but rich with lust. "Take your time."
"Okay," I whispered bashfully, my cheeks burning. I took a quick moment to correct my breathing, my eyes slipping closed for a second as I basked in the feeling of his fingers scratching my hair, and when I came back to, I was less shaky, if even just a little bit. Finally managing to unbuckle his belt, it felt like every second passed by just a little slower as I undid the button and zipper, his breaths quickening with anticipation.
I wasn't trying to tease him, really, but... it was sort of fun, watching him unravel at my touch. He adjusted himself on the bed after allowing me to shed him of his suit pants, and in my excitement I couldn't help myself from reaching for him, palming his impossibly hard cock through his boxers. He let out a small grunt, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. "Hey," He tugged at my hair a bit. "You're just doing it on purpose, now."
It was hard not to crack a guilty smile. "Maybe," I hummed, sliding my hand upward to unbutton his shirt, trailing behind with my mouth in hot kisses. "Though, I seem to recall being told to take my time." I spoke between smooches.
Ada giggled behind me, her warm hand rubbing my back, nails ghosting along my spine. "What's wrong, Kennedy? Can't handle a little teasing?"
"Ada," He warned, his face dusted pink, mouth agape in his strictly controlled breathing as I crawled up his body, shedding him of his dress shirt. I couldn't stop myself from finally just feeling him, roaming his strong chest with a careful touch, feeling the curves of his muscles and the occasional scar littered here and there.
At the very last second I heard her draw in a breath to bite back at him, but I got ahead of her on accident-- "God, you're so beautiful," I gushed, one hand running along his ribs in adoration, the other gripping his thigh. "I love you so much."
Now it was Ada interrupting Leon before he could reply. She scoffed, "Newlyweds. Aren't you two just the cutest?"
"Don't I remember you saying you weren't jealous?" He quipped.
"You'd better watch your mouth, Kennedy. I'd suggest you shut it, or put it to good use."
Ouch. It goes without saying that with my relatively absolute submission to him, sexually, of course, it wasn't often that Leon got much pushback. I always had sort of a feeling that he was a switch, though. This was only confirming that for me.
He pulled at my hair a bit again, reminding me of the task at hand, and while I figured it was safe to assume Ada would enjoy watching me continue to work him up, I had little interest in torturing him. My gaze strayed downward again, my mouth watering... he was so hard, it looked almost painful, it looked divine. Eagerly, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slid them down.
His cock bumped against his navel as it was freed, rosy in color and weeping with precum. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. I reached for him, spreading his pearly seed around the bulb of him with my thumb before taking his cock into my mouth. Leon shuddered, his grip on my hair tightening, though I could tell he was trying to keep himself from pushing me down, and as hot as this all was, I appreciated it-- the man is well endowed, and certainly a challenge to take at times, especially this hard... I drew in a deep breath through my nose to prepare myself before sinking further towards the base, working what couldn't fit in my mouth with my hand.
"Jesus, baby..." He moaned, hand shaking in my hair.
I would have grinned, if I could. All I could think about was the pure bliss that was pleasuring him with my mouth, the pheromones on my tongue, the drool lining my swollen lips. His heartbeat deep in my throat.
Ada gave my ass a rough squeeze, and at first I thought it was simply out of admiration but shortly after I realized it was a means to regain my attention. With little warning, two fingers slid inside me again, and I flinched with a choked and ultimately fruitless gasp for breath. She dragged the pads of her fingers over my g-spot, drawing a soft moan from me. Leon quivered at the vibration of it, bucking up into my mouth. I could already tell I wasn't going to be swallowing normally for a few days. My nails printed into his thigh.
Tears pricked at my eyes as Ada continued her ministrations right where she'd left off, reigniting the flame inside me. I was inadvertently clenching around her fingers in an attempt to stave off my orgasm, but the intimacy of it all (and all that edging) made it quite the daunting task. For a moment I was able to divert most of my focus to taking care of Leon, which helped to take my mind off of it, but then she reached forward with her free hand and began to roll knowing circles over my clit with her thumb.
With a bashful whine I gushed around her fingers, my thighs tightening around her wrist, as if it mattered anymore.
And of course, Ada found much amusement in having made me cum so easily. "Aw, you're so cute when you cum, pretty girl," She cooed, continuing to pump in and out of me just for fun, apparently-- I felt a drip of my own arousal roll down my inner thigh. A few seconds later she withdrew her slickened fingers from my cunt, admiring the mess I'd made before reaching out to Leon. "Do you want a taste, Kennedy?"
He didn't say anything, he didn't have to. His lips parted in wait, and she leaned forward, slipping her wet fingers into his mouth and watching with great satisfaction as he sucked them clean. My heart fluttered in my chest-- when she drew back her hand he let out a string of sinful noises, and the sound of that alone was enough to melt me into a puddle.
I whimpered quietly around him, my eyes slipping shut as I tried to maintain the pace I'd set, but it would seem he had other plans. "Hey," He grunted, shaking hand falling from my hair to trace my jaw. Curiously, I pulled up and off of him with a soft pop, unable to help myself from running my tongue up the length of him, and he shivered with a lopsided smirk at the sight of it. "Why don't you let me fill you up, hm?" He asked, cradling my chin between his forefinger and thumb, a handsome blush settled over his cheeks.
He wouldn't have to ask twice. I was quick to my knees, hooking one arm around his shoulder for stability as I straddled him, but before I could go much further Ada brushed my hair away from my face and whispered, "Turn around, so I can watch your sweet face." Her red fingernails tickled up my spine, drawing a shiver and a quiet mew from me. That can be arranged, I thought.
Leon kissed my forehead and then helped me to shift positions, holding my hip with one hand and lining up his cock with the other. He peppered my neck and shoulder in hot kisses as he guided me down into his lap, catching me as I curled back in pleasure, and pausing to bask in the feeling of my walls fluttering around him. His breaths heavy in my ear and warm against my skin, he thrusted into me with increasing vigor. It only took me a moment to adjust before I found my bearings and began to truly ride him. We melted into each other and fell in sync.
Ada leaned forward, cupping my breasts with her soft hands and smirking when I arched into her touch-- with very little warning she took my left nipple into her mouth and swirled around the stiff bud with her tongue, sucking softly and occasionally drifting astray to litter my skin with little marks and bites. It seemed as if Leon noticed this, prompting him to nearly sink his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder. I jumped with a pleasured whine-- he growled into my skin as I clenched around him.
His strong hand squeezed my hip before sliding down between my legs, quickly locating my swollen clit and massaging in a figure eight. I buckled beneath his touch. Crying out his name, I fell back into his chest, and the cadence with which I rode him faltered. The head of his cock kissed my cervix as he rutted into me, driving every last coherent thought from my brain-- a second orgasm was approaching quickly and he knew it.
Ada sucked harshly on the swell of my breast, leaving a sizable mark there before pulling back to observe. She smirked. "Just look at you... both of you. What a mess you've become, hm?" Her cold palms massaged my chest, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples, and she reveled in the little sounds I'd made in response. "Or rather, what a mess I've made of you." She chuckled knowingly, and well, yeah. It's not like we were at all strangers to this level of intimacy, this level of sin, but with the added layer of voyeur, by someone apparently so dangerous to even speak with let alone invite into our marital bed... she wasn't wrong.
Kissing up my neck until he reached my ear, Leon's voice had dropped to an absolutely feral tone as he said, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you, babe? I'm gonna fill you up so full with cum you won't be able to fuckin' move. You want that, princess? Want me to fuck a baby into you?"
Jesus fucking Christ. "Please, Leon, f-fuck--" My words tapered off into a breathless gasp as he gripped my hip with his other hand, forcing me further down into his lap like he just couldn't get close enough, like he couldn't get deep enough. My walls clenched desperately around him as a means to the same end, and the pace of his fingers on my jewel faltered in response-- we were both miserably close.
That being said, it sure is a good thing that I knew just how to push him over the edge. I let myself tip back into his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, rocking back and forth as I rode him-- one hand gripping the sheets, the other reaching up behind me to cup his cheek, I looked up at him and whined, "L-Leon, I'm so close... please let me cum, please please please--"
He kissed my cheek. "Go ahead, doll. You've been such an angel for me."
Or maybe it was him who knew how to push me over the edge. I cried out, a barely comprehensible string of whines tumbling from my lips as I gushed around his cock, my walls fluttering wildly and drawing him deeply into me. Leon's teeth nipped at my shoulder in an attempt to quiet himself, but it was no use-- he moaned into my skin, his hot cum spilling inside me. He continued to keep his hands busy, one anchoring me into his lap, the other drawing out my high to his satisfaction, savoring the feeling of my overstimulated cunt milking him of every last drop.
He moved to draw his fingers away from my jewel, but we were both caught off guard when Ada reached for his hand, forcing him back to me. I jolted at the shock of it, a sharp squeak escaping me, and Leon grunted as I clenched around him.
"You can do one more for me, can't you, darling?" Ada teased, watching with great satisfaction as we squirmed.
It felt so good, but it was so much... I wanted to be good for her, but... "I-I don't know, Ada," I whined, shying away from her touch by receding back into Leon's chest, but she only followed me.
"Oh, I think you can," She hummed, slowing her pace down to a much more intimate and gentle one, but it was insane just how much that attention to detail worked to really drag it out of me. Tears pricked at my eyes as I tipped over the edge again, soaking Leon's lap with my arousal as my walls pulsed around his softening cock, and I went limp with a series of quiet moans. Leon was fighting to catch his breath.
"See, I knew you could. Good girl." She withdrew her hand, sitting back on her legs, a smug grin on her face as she watched us pick up the pieces.
Well, Leon, mostly, considering I was barely cognizant at this point.
He lifted me slowly from his lap, slick and cum drooling from between my thighs, and as he laid me gently down on the pillows, he kissed my forehead and asked, "Can I clean you up, sweetheart?"
"Mhm," I hummed lazily, slinging my arms around him to pull him down for a kiss first. As deeply as I was sinking into the sheets, my thighs were trembling in the aftermath-- one of my favorite feelings, knowing it's going to hurt tomorrow. Leon granted me that smooch I so sweetly begged of him before slinking off for a washcloth.
Consciousness was seriously wanting to escape me, but when I noticed Ada quietly slipping off of the mattress, I woke up a little bit. "You're leaving?" I frowned.
Ada chuckled, approaching the side of the bed to stroke my cheek. "I'd love to stay and cuddle, but I have some business to attend to." A valid response, but I wasn't letting her go that easily-- I whimpered softly, tugging at her hand, but she simply kissed my knuckles and smoothly replaced her hand with a nearby plush of mine. "I'm sorry, sweet girl. I'm sure we'll cross paths again someday. You just get some rest."
She turned to exit, picking up her heels from the floor and nearly colliding with Leon in the doorway. They awkwardly nodded at each other, she mumbled something about showing herself out, and he shut the bedroom door behind her.
And that was that.