Stealing the Show (PolyAm Fam #3)

Chapter 3

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maggie

The trip to The Barn had sufficiently distracted me. From the tantalizing slow dance with Raine, to the hilariously entertaining drag show, to the cringey but still amusing karaoke session, I enjoyed myself. And after two beers, Leo announced he was driving, so I should drink up.

I indulged in a few glasses of wine, and I was a lightweight anyway… Alcohol made me super horny and handsy, so I was groping my sexy husband all the way home.

“We’re almost there, Mags. Can’t you wait two more minutes?” he groaned as I stroked his cock through his khaki pants.

“Let me suck it right here?” I leaned across him, letting my hot breath soak through the fabric.

“Wait until we at least pull in the driveway.” He sighed, his head leaning back against the seat as he negotiated the curves of our neighborhood. He’d be negotiating some different curves later if I had my way.

I deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, tracing the bulge in his boxer briefs with my tongue I tried not to impale myself on the gearshift. He braked hard as he almost missed the driveway, making me giggle.

“Let me put it in park, geez, babe!” he growled as the garage door lifted and he slid into the parking space next to his police cruiser.

As soon as our SUV was in park, I pulled back the elastic waistband and freed his cock, giving it a firm stroke up his shaft, back down and then squeezing a few drops of precum from the tip. “Mmm, well, would you look at that? A tasty treat.” My tongue darted out to sample his essence.

He yanked the clip out of my hair and gathered up a fistful as I wrapped my lips around the head. Then he guided my mouth up and down his shaft, tightening his hold around the ponytail he’d made. “That’s it, baby. Did you need some cock?”

I gurgled in the affirmative as I continued to take him deep into my throat.

“Really? It looked like you were craving some pussy when you were dancing with Raine.” He got the words out just as I swirled my tongue around the ridge under his crown, making him gasp as I then plunged back down, swallowing him clear to his balls. “Fuck, baby…if you keep that up, you’re gonna get a mouthful of cum.”

I popped off and sat up straight in the passenger seat. “Let’s go inside. I need that cock inside me.”

“I’m gonna have to take you out and get you liquored up more often.” He chuckled as he climbed out of the SUV before coming around to my side to guide me out. “That and have you dance with more pretty girls.”

We didn’t make it into the bedroom.

Instead, he ripped the black bodycon dress up over my head and flung it across the room. Meanwhile, I slipped my panties off and reached around to unhook my bra. After he tossed his clothes aside, he turned his ravenous gaze to my now naked body.

“Fucking beautiful,” he declared, his eyes raking up and down my generous curves. His hands went to my face, tilting me toward him so he could claim my lips. His tongue dueling with mine, he pressed his cock, still wet from my saliva, against my soft belly. “I wanna bend you over this couch and take you.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” I egged him on.

That was all the permission he needed. His fingers dug into my curvy hips, whipping me around to face the other direction. Then his firm hand on my back pressed me forward, raising my ass in the air. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. “Are you ready for this cock?”

“Touch me and find out,” I dared him.

He didn’t hesitate before wrapping an arm around me and swiping a thick finger through my folds. “Holy fuck, you’re soaked… Is that from me or her?”

“A little of both,” I confessed.

Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I witnessed him fist his cock and smack it against my ass before nestling it in the crack between each globe. His eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed it up and down in the crevice.

I bit my bottom lip and begged, “Don’t tease me!”

“You mean like you teased me dancing so seductively with Raine?”

“Who…me?” I fluttered my eyelashes innocently.

He pressed me back down, forcing my head into the sofa cushion. “I’m gonna imagine your face buried in her cunt, baby, while I drive my cock deep inside you.”

My core tightened at the thought. Raine’s beautiful cat-like eyes rimmed in coal-black liner, and her full red lips popped into my mind. Her smell, like cherries and vanilla, wafted in my memories. I wondered if her pussy tasted like cherries and vanilla too—I could practically taste her on my tongue as my husband’s cock breached my entrance.

He pushed inside, growling as my walls clenched around him. “Fuck, baby…you feel so wet, so tight…”

“Fuck me!” I pushed back against him, eager to feel him move inside me as I imagined bringing Raine to orgasm with my lips, tongue and fingers.

“You would make her come so hard while I fucked you, baby, wouldn’t you?” He thrust deep and held himself there as though he might explode if he moved another inch.

“You wanna watch me lick her pussy?” I rasped as I moved my hips, dislodging him slightly before ramming back into his pelvis to take him deep again.

“I’m in control here.” His grip on my hips tightened, reminding me who was in charge.

I loved it when he got all growly and commanding.

“Then fuck me, bury your cock deep inside me and empty your balls. Fill me with your cum.”

“Fuuuuuck…I’m not gonna last if you keep talking like that.”

“Do you wanna fuck Raine after I make her come?”

We had shared a woman before, a long time ago. We’d mostly dated separately after we gave up that cringey unicorn hunting thing that a lot of couples new to nonmonogamy try. It was still a fantasy we revisited in the bedroom, but neither of us had any expectation of it actually happening.

But apparently that fantasy was alive and well—and perfectly capable of getting my husband off, because, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, his hips moved like pistons against mine, driving his cock in and out of me so fast, it stole my breath and made my pussy throb with the need for release.

“Come with me,” he commanded, and that was all it took.

We fell together over the edge, ecstasy crashing over our bodies as our fantasies about Raine ebbed, and our everlasting love for each other wrapped us both in its blissful embrace.

raine

“Did you hear from Maggie?” Bonnie dumped an absolutely ridiculous amount of creamer into her morning joe.

“Not yet,” I sighed, not even looking up from my phone. Scrolling through my emails before heading to campus was supposed to wake me up, but I found myself yawning again.

“You will.” Bonnie sounded confident, and when I finally glanced up at her, she was beaming a knowing smile at me. “You two looked so cute together.”

“I’m not sure what to think about dating a married woman,” I confessed, setting my phone on the kitchen table. “That’s definitely way out of my comfort zone.”

“He seemed to be eyeing you too.” Bonnie took the seat next to me and set her still-steaming coffee mug on the table. “I liked dancing with him. He’s fucking hot. Love the burly cop vibe. Maybe they’re a two-for-one special? Did she mention that at all?”

“No, we didn’t talk about him. We didn’t talk about much of anything. We mostly groped each other.” I chuckled at the thought, but when the memory creeped up on me, my cheeks flushed.

“You’re blushing!” Bonnie accused, still grinning at me. “Adorable!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I’m gonna let her contact me. The ball is in her court.”

“Summer flings are so fun. Wish I had time for one.” She sighed and took a sip of her coffee, which was so pale, it almost matched her skin.

“Well, we can’t all be earning the big bucks this summer,” I teased her. She was working as a research assistant for a professor writing a book about Tennessee Williams. So far her assistantship was mostly running errands.

“On that note, I better get going.” She stood up and downed the rest of her coffee in just one swallow. Then she sputtered, “Oh my god, that was a lot hotter than I thought. Even with all that cream!”

“That’s what she said,” I joked as she cracked a smile and headed to grab her purse off the sofa.

I picked my phone back up as I heard the door click shut, forcing my eyeballs to digest the emails on my screen. Then one caught my eye. It was from the dreadful woman I called the Costume Czar. She was in charge of the costuming department at the Indiana University Theatre, and she was my nemesis.

Well, not literally. She probably had no clue that she was universally hated by MFA students with costuming specialties. But she was rigid, stern, and absolutely pedantic about every piece she was responsible for, from the rarest gown to the most insignificant hat.

Ms. Rivera:

On April 17 th , you checked out Costume Lot 223, parts A, B, C and D. All parts of the costume lot were returned to storage in adequate condition except for Part D. Part D was a jewelry set consisting of an art deco-style gold and pearl necklace, earring and bracelet set valued at $12,475 at its most recent appraisal. I am including an invoice in this amount, plus the $250 lost item fee, in accordance with the contract you signed upon checkout. Please remit this amount within thirty days or return the missing set. Your degree cannot be finalized until this matter is resolved.

If you should have any questions, please contact my administrative assistant at 812-555-2510.

Sincerely,

Dr. Monica Wharton, Head of Costuming – Indiana University Theatres

Oh, fuck. I take it back. She is literally my nemesis!

What the fuck was a $12,000 jewelry set doing in the costume warehouse? I was told all the jewelry was costume jewelry.

After walking around my house contemplating bashing my head against the walls or seeing how sharp the knives in the kitchen were, I figured the safer bet was to call a trusted friend. So, I dialed Danielle and gave her an earful.

“Oh my god, Raine, I don’t even know what to say,” she rushed out. “I only answered the phone because I knew you wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important. I’m about to head into the building for camp. Going to teach music from Les Mis today.”

“I’m sorry—I know you’re busy. But what the fuck am I gonna do?” I lamented, my voice nothing more than a pitiful whine.

“Let me think about it.” She paused for a moment, then her voice grew breathy as she must have started walking. “You’re sure you don’t have the piece?”

“I’m sure the jewelry was with the other accessories—there were gloves, a fascinator, and a fur stole that went along with the gown. Everything but the stole was in a little black case.” I envisioned the costume in question. I needed to study it and photograph it for research purposes. It was for my thesis. I only used it for a week and then returned it. All of it.

“Oh, sweetie, try not to stress about it. I can help you look for it if you want. You don’t think it got mixed up with my things when I moved out, do you?”

“I don’t see how it could have.” I sighed. “I didn’t bring it home. I kept it in the lab the whole time.”

“Could someone have stolen it?” she questioned.

I sighed again. I hadn’t thought of that, but now that it was in my mind… “I guess that’s possible.”

“Ugh! I will think about it and text you later. Do you mind if I ask Noah and Aris if they have any ideas?”

“Yeah, whatever. Maybe ask them how much I could get for a kidney.” What? They worked in the medical field. Surely they knew the going rate for organs.

“Raine!” my friend chided me. “I’m sure we can figure it out, and you won’t have to pay the twelve grand.”

“I better not because there is no way in hell I can come up with that kind of cash. I’m a poor grad student, for fuck’s sake. And I am thinking about asking the Dean why an expensive set of jewelry was with a costume in the first place. Seems like a huge liability since graduate students are in and out of that storage facility all the damn time!”

“You tell ‘em, girl!” Dani cheered me on. “I better get in there before the kids stage a coup instead of a musical number.”

That earned a snicker from me, even in my stressed state. “I better get to campus.” I huffed out another long, belabored sigh. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Some lingering morning sickness, but otherwise I’m A-OK. I have an OB appointment this afternoon!”

“Wow, that’s awesome. Are you guys going to find out the baby’s gender?” That was what people did, right? And those gender reveal parties? They always seemed stupid to me, but to each their own.

“I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” She muffled the phone and said something I couldn’t hear. “Hey, love, I’m right outside my classroom door. I gotta run. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Keep me posted on all this.”

“Let me know how your doctor’s appointment goes.” I felt bad for keeping her on the phone so long. She probably needed that time to prepare for her class.

I did feel a little bit better, though, for having shared my plight with her. But that didn’t stop the raging headache that began to pound at my temples. It was going to be a long fucking day.

Then my phone buzzed again. I figured it was Dani, texting me something she forgot to tell me.

But nope.

Maggie: Had so much fun last night. Want to grab dinner some night this week? Let me know.