This is a continuation. If you didn’t like the first part of this story, sorry, it was background. It is going to get much, much hotter as it continues. Recap of part one (short and sweet)-Going out, picked up at a club by a mystery man, brought home…

Part 2

“Are you ready for the most intense night you will ever experience? If you don’t want this, tell me now.” I stammer back at him, “I am, I want this. So bad. Please.” My need is heard in my voice, and he chuckles. “I think you are going to work just fine.” I don’t really understand this last statement, but it’s really not where my focus is at the moment. I close my eyes, feeling the throbbing between my legs growing stronger. He gets out of the car, and seconds later my door opens. “After you” he says. I stand on shaky legs and wait for him to show me the way.
A tiny sliver of light shines from out of nowhere, and he heads toward it. I stay close to him, not wanting to get lost (or left behind). As we near the light, a door swings open and the silhouette of a gorgeous woman is illuminated in the doorway. My heart nearly stops beating. Are we caught? Is he married? Is my night over before it even began? A hundred questions are running through my mind. “Darling” she calls out. “I’m so glad you’re back. And I see you brought home a new plaything for us.”
For us? Excuse me? I didn’t sign on for anything like that. Sure, I had been curious in the past about being with another woman, but right now I needed a cock-bad. And I really think that my curiosity had been just a phase, because I hadn’t thought about it in years. I turn back toward the car, resigning myself to my favorite vibrator, but feel an iron grip clamped around my arm.