For Eddie and Sara, the hunt was on in full swing and the prey was sitting willingly, but unknowingly with the predators.  Eddie hated the music on the sound system but pasted a contented but slightly nervous look on his face.  He was dressed in a more affluent style than was normal.  It worked out well for him that Sara had wanted him to look just a bit uncomfortable because he was uncomfortable; but not for the reason the prey thought.  He just hated these damned clothes. 

Still, he smiled and sipped at his drink while Sara moved closer to her next conquest.  Eddie wasn’t sure of the criteria that Sara used to pick this woman; as far as he could tell she wasn’t anything special — just a semi-frumpy, highly sexually frustrated, middle-America kind of house wife.  Hell, she wasn’t even a MILF.   If he didn’t know she was prey, Eddie wouldn’t have given her a second glance, but clearly Sara had something in mind.

Eddie glanced at Sara over his drink; she was dressed to kill in some Nordstroms’ outfit.  He remembered back to this morning.  Something was pestering the back of his mind.  Sara had pulled this matching ensemble from some place deep in the closet the two lovers now shared.  When she stepped out of the bedroom, Eddie had hardly recognized the woman who had been doing those nasty things to him just an hour before.  Gone was her favorite strap on sex toy and her sultry hooker look she loved to use on him just before making him give in to some previously unimagined kink.

Eddie had seen some old movies and he had the stray thought that Sara looked a lot like a young Princess Grace.  However, he had stuck with simple praise, “Fuck you look amazing.”  In response, Sara had offered a coy and pleased smile.  She was like a different woman, and it turned him on, not that it was hard for Sara to do that.  Trying to get some semblance of perspective, Eddie had joked, “But inside those panties, you are still my hot chick, right?” 

Sara lifted her skirt and he saw something so alien he began to wonder is she had been abducted and replaced by a pod person.  Sara was wearing white cotton panties.  At the flash of the panties, something deep in Eddie’s brain short circuited, but he couldn’t figure it out.

Sara offered another smile and said, “It’s always in the details honey.  We have to be normal but curious about kink.  The fun clothes come out later.” 

Eddie had considered and said, “Oh, you mean like your closet full of bondage toys, start out naked and the door opens later?” 

Sara simply took his hand and lead him to the car with a warning, “Don’t talk much today, Baby, mostly smile, look a bit nervous and don’t make eye contact with anyone in the club.  It will matter later.  Today, you are just an upper middle class guy who hopes his wife lets him get his rocks off with a new woman.  Pretend you haven’t been laid for a few weeks.  That will help.”

The club’s music pounded into Eddie’s ears, it un-nerved him and he let his mind wander around, seeking the source of the earlier short circuit.  Sara, the refined version, sat next to Abby Susman and chatted on topics that seemed pretty mundane for being in a BDSM club.  By the look on Abby’s face, she was buying it hook, line, and hand cuffs.  Sara carried the conversation, “We really appreciate you agreeing to meet us.  We have been looking through so many ads, and so many people are just too extreme for us.”

Abby’s eyes betrayed that she couldn’t believe her luck; sitting here with this stunning and classy woman and her quiet husband; she looked like she had hit the internet dating jackpot.  Abby’s eyes drifted back and forth between Sara and Eddie and she spoke to both, “I wish Bill could be here, but something to do with his business came up.  You know, he put the advertisement up.”

Eddie watched Sara and thought about how different she looked with that wine glass in her hand rather than the large black rubber dick she had made him blow before she let him have his way with her.  Sara put her glass down, patted Abby’s hand and said, “You are lucky to have a hubby with a similar interest.  It took me forever to find Eddie.”

 

Abby’s body went electric with the touch, it wasn’t just the drinks; it was how respectful and still powerful this woman was and her husband, so strong and silent.  She wished Bill could shut up and exude the power of this couple.  Abby’s heart thumped in her chest and her head swam with intoxication.  She didn’t want to seem aggressive, but at the same time she didn’t want to be so needy as to offend the couple.  ”Bill really had the interest.  I adapted.  Now that I am used to it, it just really works for me.  I didn’t have any idea I liked it, but now.” Abby struggled to come up with the right words.

Eddie perked up with Sara’s nod toward him and he launched into the routine they had discussed in the car.   Eddie leaned toward Abby, “Finding out you like dominance and submission can be disquieting.”  He would have to look disquieting up in the online dictionary, and he hoped he had said it right, “I freaked out the first time I tried it but, now, I can’t get enough with Sara.”

Relief further intoxicated Abby, “Me too.  I felt so, dirty, bad, so, yes, freaked out.”

Sara encouraged Abby, “It made me feel even worse to figure out that I like it.  How could someone as respectable as me, enjoy it so much.  It did take awhile to process that feeling.  And now, here we are, all of us, being freaked out by the thought of swinging.”

Eddie nodded, “I know, but like the T-shirt says.  It’s only kinky the first time.  You are over it being kinky, right?”

Abby wasn’t over anything, but she didn’t want anyone to know, “I love some parts but…never mind.”

 

Sara sensed they were at Abby’s limits of comfort and decided to rock her boat a little.  Sara cast her eyes down and said, “If you don’t like us, we understand.  Not every couple finds the other attractive.”

As Sara hoped, Abby’s eyes filled with panic,.  Abby slammed the rest of her drink her own fear of rejection flashing like neon on her face.  Sara knew that Abby only had a few options and Abby took the prophylactic, self-rejection road when she said, “I don’t know if this will work for me without Nick here.”

Eddie glanced worriedly at Sara who gave the slightest shake of her head.  Abby didn’t notice because Sara put her hand on Abby’s arm and softly said, “Mind if us girls go dance and chat?”

Eddie was dutiful, “Anything you want my love.”

Abby sparked at the comment, “You are submissive?”

Eddie peered down at the table, “Tonight I am.  Sara and I switch roles.  That way, no one feels abused.”

Abby’s doubts receded, “That must be refreshing.”

Sara grabbed Abby’s hand and guided her away saying, “Let’s dance and you can tell me what you really need.”  The girls moved to the dance floor with Eddie watching as the women moved into each other’s arms.  As they swayed they whispered to each other. 

When the girls came back, Abby had a new light of her own in her eyes.

Eddie gave a start of surprise when Abby kissed him on the cheek and gave him a light hug and said, “Sara told what you did to protect her.  You really are a knight in shining armor.”

Eddie shot Sara a worried look and with a manufactured blush he said, “I did what had to be done; nothing more.”

Sara rescued Eddie, “He saved my life.  Nick was there to kill me.  Eddie is a special man.  He is my special man.”  Sara said it with just enough ownership to make it ring true to Abby.

Abby was tipsy and swayed.  She kept her feet under her and slurred, “I think I need a ride home.  Do you two want to join me?” 

Eddie asked, “Is Bill joining us?”

Sara watched and wondered how honest Abby would be.  Abby’s response would be telling.  Abby said, “He’s in Chicago.”

Sara knew that Bill was at work, and would be very late that night.  Sara had been watching both of their emails after hacking into Abby’s and Bill’s computers.  From Bill’s computer she knew that Bill was going to be conducting his own exploration of some other Internet playmate’s nether regions.  Abby knew all his secrets, and wasn’t sure but it was likely Bill was visiting the therapist he was fucking.  She knew about Abby’s desperate search for a compatible sex partner, man or woman, and all of their family finances.  It wouldn’t be smart to hunt a human you didn’t known intimately.  Sara hadn’t told Eddie of the intensive scrutiny she had undertaken of the couple, even as dense as he generally was, he might figure out what she had done in finding him.  It wouldn’t do to have him wonder about that at this stage. 

Right now, Sara was focused on Abby’s vulnerable nature, the corner Bill was painting himself into when Sara found a way to let Abby know her husband was fucking Catherine Anne and the unusually large nature of the insurance policy the couple had on each other.  Of course, it wasn’t really the money for Sara, it was the hunt, but the insurance policy was the perfect explanation for Eddie to buy into.  Sara wasn’t about to let any of her prey have any idea of her real motivations. 

Sara gazed at the frumpy woman and thought of how much fun it would be to transform her from this dingy caterpillar into a sexually free butterfly, ready to try anything Sara suggested; and Sara had some very interesting suggestions.  Sara hadn’t been with a woman since she hooked up with Eddie and she felt her need for some same sex play growing.  She would let Abby take them home and in time Sara would fill that need and build on the rest of her plans. Eddie jostled Sara from her thoughts with a glance that was asking it if was time to leave.  Sara nodded, Eddie threw money on the table and said, “I’ll drive.”

 

Before the threesome got away from the table Victoria approached.  Victoria could see that one of her members appeared to be in over her head.  The couple the member had been talking to made alarm bells, old police alarm bells, clang in Victoria’s mind.  Victoria smiled at them and held a hand out to Abby.

Victoria’s voice carried some old police tone, “You ok, Sweetie?”

Abby smiled radiantly, “So much better than ok.”

Sara and Eddie just smiled, but didn’t speak.

Victoria inserted her body between the couple and her member, “Leaving so soon?  We have appetizers.”  Abby didn’t respond so, Victoria continued, ” Honey, are these folks guests?”

Abby glanced back and forth her new couple and Victoria, “I invited them for a public meet and greet, but right now, I have another appetizer in mind.”

Victoria wasn’t mollified.  She turned her gaze to the couple, “Have I’ve seen you here before?”  She had her arm protectively around Abby, even though, legally she couldn’t stop Abby from leaving, but she felt some responsibility to try.

            Sara’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly and she said, “Do you keep track?  I think that is a great idea, Abby has suggested we try the club as a safe place to meet some sane playmates.  The internet is crawling with scary people and we were worried we wouldn’t find someplace to practice our lifestyle.”

Victoria didn’t take the bait fully; her bells were still chiming at half strength.  “These people here are my family.  I protect them.  I watch over them.  Do we understand?”

Victoria fixated on Eddie, as men were usually the dangerous ones.  Sara looked like she could have kissed Eddie for taking the focus off her.  Abby broke the tension when she moved to Sara, cupped her face and gently but passionately kissed her.  Eddie stepped back and smiled as if to say, See it’s the girls playing, not me.

Victoria retreated with a final warning, “You three have fun, but be safe.”

Abby broke the kiss, moved to Victoria, gently clasp both her hands and said, “It was your online service that brought them to me.  You can count on us coming back here.  Thank you.”

As the three some left Victoria whispered to herself, “I am afraid I did put you together.” 

 

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