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  House of Pleasure

  Part One of the Swingers Series

  By Nicola Six

  Cover design by Melody Simmons of eBookindiecovers

  Copyright © 2013 Nicola Six

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Nicola looked at herself in the oval makeup mirror hanging above the polished wooden make up table. The surface of the table was strewn with perfumes and lipsticks and powders, which she usually loved to meticulously apply, enjoying watching herself transform from a naturally good looking woman to something else. Someone beautiful, someone other than who she really was. It was like donning a costume and playing a part that you don't get to play in everyday life. But on this particular evening her heart just wasn't in it.

  She picked up her brush and ran it savagely through her long, light auburn hair. She had just blown it dry and used her round curling brush to create the long, glossy red waves that Greg loved, but now she just wanted it up and out of her way. What is wrong with you tonight? she silently scolded her reflection in the mirror. It's your birthday, and your loving husband has been hinting at some big surprise all week. Be grateful! Get into the spirit of it! She sighed and reached for her hair pins. It was no use. She would have to fake excitement, as she had been faking it for quite some time. She wasn't sure when it started, but she had definitely turned a corner that could no longer be denied. There was a restlessness swirling low through every aspect of her life, that had spread to every fiber of her being until sometimes she found herself wanting to scream.

  She felt guilty for it. Guilty because her husband was a good man, he was Greg, he was her protector, her champion, and he was damn good looking too. He was well over six feet tall, had a thick head of sandy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes that crinkled when he grinned, as he always did, always joking, in such a genuine way that women all around him melted. He was the hit of the parties, a generous lover, and he told her he loved her often. So why, why did she have these needs, lately, these smoldering desires when she just exchanged glances or words with other men? Hot strangers seemed to be everywhere, suddenly. They must have been around before, but she was noticing them now, and wanting to reach out and lay a hand on their chests to see how hard they were, or lean into their strong necks and inhale their different scents. It was maddening. Her guilt about this was only assuaged by the strong sense that Greg was also restless. Or perhaps just bored. She knew it couldn't be entirely in her imagination that he seemed to be chatting more and more with other women, lately, in social situations. His usual flirtatious nature seemed magnified. A pretty woman looking up at him with appreciation was nothing new for him, but lately he seemed to lean in a little, find an excuse to touch their arm, or to have to speak into their ear, even if the party was not that loud.

  They had only been married for three years, was it possible that they both needed something new?

  Greg walked into the bathroom and half smiled. His usual jovial appreciation of her done-up self was strangely absent this evening, she noticed. She glanced quickly back to her reflection and looked herself over. Sure, her hair wasn't done the way he preferred it, but her brown eyes appeared even larger than usual thanks to her practiced hand and taupe eyeliner. Her lashes were full and long, and her skin was flawless. She had a naturally heart-shaped, creamy face. Her normally milky moon-washed pale skin had been sun kissed golden and warmed thanks to hours of tennis that summer, that had also left her long, slender legs perfectly toned. Something else had been warming inside her. That restlessness, that slow burn...

  Greg's voice cut through her dazed thoughts. "Nicky, where did you go?"

  "Hm? What do you mean?" she murmured, pinning her hair up into a simple chignon.

  "I mean," her husband said, walking up behind her, "you seemed to be deep in thought. Or did you fall asleep for a minute with your eyes open?" He grinned, now, the familiar jocular Greg returning.

  She shrugged. "I don't know. So, where are we going tonight? What's the big surprise?"

  Greg's smile faded. He looked intently at her reflection in the mirror and she raised her eyebrows, surprised by how different he seemed again, all of a sudden. Serious, intense. It made her stomach flutter and her hand automatically rested over it.

  "Never mind where we're going. But," he slid a finger under the shoulder strap of her knee-length, cream colored silk shift dress, "you're going to have to change."

  Nicola stiffened. Greg never told her what to wear. He barely noticed what she wore, these days. "Why? You won't tell me where we're going, so I had to wear something that would be appropriate anywhere. Unless, of course, we're going to McDonalds, in which case let me go put on jeans and sneakers."

  Greg shook his head, still not smiling. He reached for the pins in her hair and picked them out, slowly, letting her hair drop and tumble down her back. "Leave your hair down, tonight," he said, simply.

  Nicola sighed. This was becoming annoying. "Okay, Greg, whatever you want. But what am I wearing if I must change?"

  He smiled, finally. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice dropping low. He lifted her hand from her lap and pulled her up out of her chair. "Come with me."

  Greg led her into their bedroom. Nicola gasped when she saw what was laid out on the bed, and when Greg laughed at her reaction she whirled around, angrily. "Is this some sort of birthday joke?" She stared at her husband. His eyes were narrowed and a decidedly wicked smile was on his face.

  "It's no joke, babe," he said. He moved closer and reached around to slowly unzip her dress, his hands slipping between the pieces of fabric and running down her back. They spread outward and gave the conservative garment one last flick and it dropped to the floor and pooled around her ankles. He looked her up and down. "Yep, these have to go, too." He snapped her bra strap.

  Nicola was seething now. She stomped out of the dress on the floor and crossed her arms over her - okay, it was boring - plain white bra. But anything else would have shown through the silk dress, either because of the color or texture, and really...

  "Nic! Pay attention!" Greg grabbed her arms, a real smile breaking the tension in the room. "Now. Just put these things on and have a little fun with it, would you?" He flopped onto the bed and leaned back on his elbows to watch her.

  Nicola blew out a gusty sigh and turned to survey the outfit that was laid out on their bed beside him. Everything from undergarments to boots was there, so she slowly unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor where her dress still lay. She glanced up, knowing Greg would be softening at this point. Well, his attitude would be softening, anyway. As she slowly slipped out of her panties she noticed that his eyes were indeed softening with desire, but something else was growing hard, and pushing up in his dark slacks like a tent pole. She cocked her head to one side, letting her long hair half fall across her face as she smiled seductively and ran a hand over her bare breasts. Greg grew visibly larger but he shook his head and pointed at the clothes on the bed. "Not yet, birthday girl," he said, his voice husky and deep.

  Nicola looked over the undergarments before her. S
he picked up the panties first. Black lace, all over. She slipped them on and turned toward the mirror. They were totally see-through, barely masking her. She turned back to reach for the bra. It too was black lace, demi-cup. She slipped it on and hooked it in the back. Nicola wasn't exactly voluptuous, but her breasts were enough to fill this unpadded, unlined piece of lace and softly swelled above the cup line. Greg knew her body well, she thought, watching him watch her, his lips slightly parted.

  She turned her attention back to the next piece, a black garter belt. Simple, unadorned, it looked more like a piece of bondage equipment, with the hanging straps, than flirty lingerie. She fastened it around her waist, shivering at the feel of the straps on her thighs as she lay down on the bed, lifted one knee to her chest and slowly drew on the first thigh-high fishnet stocking and clipped it to the straps of the belt. She reached for the matching stocking and turned to her husband. "Do you want to put this one on for me?" She asked, feeling powerful as he helplessly flipped over and crawled across the bed to oblige her.

  Her pulse quickened and she felt heat rush between her thighs as he slowly skimmed her leg with the mesh fabric and snapped the garter straps into place. he ran his fingers under the belt straps, up her thighs and paused as she shivered, wanting him to move to the center beneath her panties. Finally, after she felt herself grow wet and heat pulsed through her pussy in anticipation, he slipped one finger inside the black lace and pressed it into her. She sucked in her breath at the pressure that caused so much pleasure already, and she squirmed to cause some movement. Instantly he removed his finger.

  "Oh come on," she whined, her body tingling for more.

  He shook his head. "Nope. We have to get ready. I'm just making sure you're in the right mood."

  Nicola wasn't going to let him get away with that, not on her birthday, she thought. She reached for the bulge in his pants but he rolled away from her and sat up against the pillows. "Keep dressing."

  She sighed and picked up the boots. They were also black, made of shiny leather and very high heeled. "Mm. Hooker boots." She slipped her feet into them and zipped up the side, even more turned on than she was before at the feel of the leather hugging her calves. They reached her knees and in just the lingerie and these boots she knew she looked hotter and more aggressively sexual than her husband had ever seen her. She could feel his eyes on her back as she stepped into the short, A-line black skirt and the low cut white stretch tank top.

  "Okay, Greg, I get it. We're staying in tonight and having some fun, right?"

  He shook his head. "Nope. We're going out, trust me."

  Nicola gestured to her outfit. "I can't go anywhere in public dressed like this!"

  "Shhh, you won't be in public. I promise."

  "Going out is public!"

  "Just trust me. Or not," he teased, throwing his feet over the edge of the bed and standing. "Now close your eyes. I'll be right back."

  After what felt like an eternity, Nicola heard Greg's footsteps in the room, approaching her. She felt his hands run up her arms, sending shivers through her. What was with him, today? He brushed his fingertips against her neck before she felt a silky fabric slipped over her eyes. He tied it in the back.

  "What is this?"

  "What do you think it is?" His tone was gently mocking. He didn't let her answer. "It's a blindfold. Come on, birthday girl. Just listen to my instructions and I'll get you to the car safely."

  It was a cool night for September, but Greg turned up the heat in the car and Nicola tried to relax in her seat. They drove in silence. Once or twice she tried to wheedle information out of him but he told her nothing. She could hear the sounds of city traffic and knew they were far from their quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. Finally she felt the car slow and turn, she assumed into a parking lot. Her deduction was confirmed when she felt the car swerve into a spot and park, rather than parallel parking on a city street.

  She felt Greg's hand work the knot at the back of her head and her blindfold fell to her lap. The car was parked up against a high wall, and she eagerly twisted to see what was behind them. The lot appeared to be in some kind of industrial area, other lots with warehouse-like buildings around the lot they were in, so you couldn't tell what part of the city you were in. Two security guards stood at the entrance to their lot, dressed in black cargo pants, black boots and black jackets.

  Greg got out of the car and came around to open her door for her. She opened her mouth to ask where are we but his look told her to remain quiet. He offered her an arm and she stepped out of the car and turned to see another couple, the woman dressed much like her, walking up a ramp along the side of the building that led to an unmarked door. They knocked on the door and another security guard, entirely in SWAT attire like the others, swung it open and beckoned them inside.

  Greg took her by the arm and walked her up to the same door. Her heart was hammering so fast in her chest she thought she might keel over. What was this place? Even her husband seemed a bit nervous. Good, at least he hasn't been here before, she thought.

  The door opened to Greg's knock and they were ushered into a security area. "Do you have any cameras or phones? You need to check them. Step up to the desk, they'll put them in a locker for you." While Greg took care of their belongings, Nicola crept toward the area beyond the front desk, trying to get a glimpse. Dance music was pulsing somewhere up ahead, but before her was what appeared to be a maze of hallways. She jumped and nearly let out a scream when a pair of hands grabbed her by the waist.

  "Relax, and enjoy your birthday," Greg breathed into her ear. "Whatever you decide to do is fine with me, while we're here. Anything at all. It's your night."

  The hallway before them was dark and at the end a security guard sat on a stool.

  As they approached him they could see that they could turn left or right. The guard held up his hand to stop them. "First time here?" he asked.

  "Yes," Greg answered. "Which way...?"

  The guard cracked a smile. "I'm Eddie. You can go either way, eventually they'll both take you into the main club area and the bar areas. As it's your first time, I suggest you take this way. It's a straight shot and you won't get lost." He pointed right. "But," he added, his smile turning sly, "you'll want to come back around this way later tonight. Trust me." He pointed down the dark hallway to their left. Nicola couldn't help but crane her neck to peer down that way, but all she saw was the hall with closed doors on either side. It appeared to lead to other hallways. "What's down there?" She asked.

  "Go have some drinks and look around the club," Eddie said, grinning now. "There's not much going on yet, it's early. Come back a little later and check it out for yourself."

  Nicola was breathless with curiosity. She looked at her husband questioningly but he seemed anxious to get moving, and pulled her down the short hallway to the right. The music became louder as they quickly walked until they came out into a dimly lit, cavernous space that looked like a warehouse with club lights flashing overhead. "We need a drink," Greg said, steering Nicola forward. They crossed a vast dance floor that was dotted with couples gyrating to the music. Nicola glanced around and noticed a jacuzzi, rooms along one side of the dance floor that had no doors, and what appeared to be mattresses on the floors, and a huge shower that was elevated several feet. Before them was a bar with flat screen TVs hanging overhead. She gasped when she saw that porn movies were playing on both screens. They stepped up to order drinks from a hunky and shirtless male bartender. Nicola glanced past him to see that the other bartender was a woman who was also shirtless. Her breasts bounced as she mixed the cocktails and zipped from one customer to the next.

  Greg watched the woman work for a minute as well, then turned to Nicola. "How about martinis, birthday girl?"

  "Oh, it's your birthday?" the male bartender asked. "Well, welcome, and we'll have to make this a special night for you." He winked and set about mixing their drinks and setting them out.

  Nicola lunged for her
drink and took a long sip, the alcohol soothing her nerves immediately. She turned to lean her back against the bar and get a better look around. A few sips later and the sexual vibe of the club began to seep into her pores. She tried not to stare but couldn't help but poke Greg and jerk her head toward a couple that had been dancing with each other and were now joined by another couple. The men had both taken their shirts off and they were eyeing each other's partners. The women turned to face each other, while bumping and grinding their asses against their men, and suddenly they were caressing each other's arms, and very smoothly switched places.

  "Did you see that?" Nicola hissed to Greg. "Did the men even notice? It looks like they don't even know that they're dancing with one another's wives!"

  "Or girlfriends. And they know, Nicky. Believe me, that's why they're here."

  Oh my god, I'm so naive, she thought, feeling her stomach drop. Her hands shook a little as she lifted her martini glass to her lips again, trying to calm her nerves.

  "What," Greg teased. "Is this too much for you? Come on, you're always claiming to be the wild one in this relationship. Not so much, eh?"

  Nicola bristled at this. Yes, she was the wilder of the two. Yes, she had a boring job in an accounting department while Greg was an ER doctor, but still. She was always the one who came up with adventures for them. She was the one who convinced him to crash a wedding reception in a hotel they stayed in once just to sample from the caviar bar they had set up. She was the one who insisted they stop into a gay gogo bar while on their honeymoon because the man dancing on the bar was hot. She was the one...

  "Nic! You're missing it!" Greg snapped his fingers in her face and gestured to the female bartender to bring them another round. Yes please, Nicola thought. Keep them coming.

  "Missing what?"