Chapter Two

Chase

"Jesus fucking Christ," I grumble beneath my breath to no one in particular. There is a moment where doubts run through my head, but then I receive a text from the driver who caters exclusively to the club where we'll be playing tonight. One simple text stating the estimated time of arrival, and I quickly glance at my phone when the security system alerted me there was a person at the front door. I kept myself from opening the app, taking a sneak peek of my wife, and believe me, holding back was damn near impossible. My mouth waters at seeing Jules in person, knowing I picked out the dress and shoes, and I'm well aware of the lack of clothing beneath the fabric.

Finally, after what feels like hours, yet it's only been twenty minutes, the hired car slowly rounds the corner before creeping up the steep hill where I'm standing beneath a covered driveway with masks inside my pocket. A rule we'll follow until Jules and I decide to become full-time members. The price is steep, even for tonight, but if it means making a fantasy of my wife's come true, I'll pay for it, time and time again. Maybe even become members and make it more of a once-a-month occurrence. I should have taken it to heart on our last vacation that opened my eyes to a whole other side of what got Jules off. A couple of years ago, back when life wasn't so damn hectic, we went on a vacation. A full week, a time to reconnect, a shit ton of fucking everywhere we could, and that's when Jules let her guard down. The way her cunt tightened on my dick with each punch of my hips, whispering all the things I'd do to her and what would happen if someone walked by to stop and watch. That's when she came, hard and fast. The very next thing she said blew my fucking mind. Jules wanted me to fuck her again, this time in a place where we'd get caught. She got off on the thrill. The next time we had sex, it was in a corner of a nightclub, and I'm pretty damn sure if she hadn't come when she did, the bouncer would have kicked us out. Then we came home, and life happened. Our sex life has been good, but after the phone call I overheard, I knew it was time to do better and to be better.

That night, holding my wife after she admitted to her friend what she needed instead of me, I knew I had to come up with a game plan. The very next day, I hit the road running, doing research until my eyes were bloodshot red, only stopping when I found a reputable club, found Night Moves. It took two weeks to go through the vetting process, applying, background checks on me and Jules, all while keeping this shit to myself and pretending like I didn't hear what I did. A hefty payment and plenty of rules later, and here we are.

I watch as the car comes to a complete stop, holding back from opening the back door for Jules. The need to take her completely in as she steps out of the car is the only reason I'm not growling under my breath as the driver says, "Good evening, sir."

"Good evening, and thank you," I reply. He tips his head, hand going to the door handle and opening it for Jules. My hands fist at my sides. Her foot appears first, the red sole of her shoe, patent leather with a scallop detailed edge. The sales associate went on and on, but I tuned her out. My only thoughts were about Jules wearing them and nothing else. The driver offers his hand, and as hard as it is to remain in place, I wouldn't have it any other way. Jules clears the door and stands up, the tips of her fingers tugging at the hem of her dress. She has no idea it'll end up above her waist once we're inside and seated.

"Jules." Crystal-blue eyes meet me head-on as I walk toward her. The driver, who obviously understands his job, moves around us seamlessly, closing the door before excusing himself. My hand snakes around Jules's waist, the tips of my fingers only feeling the fabric of her dress and nothing else.

"Chase." The tone of her voice is soft with a breathless quality. She's the only person I'd consider dressing up in a suit for, spending an equivalent to a vacation for a night out, and letting others watch as I fuck her while she keeps her eyes locked on the others in the room.

"What is this?" My head dips, lips skating along the shell of her ear. She doesn't realize that her body has moved closer to mine or that I can feel every inch of her body, including her nipples. My cock hardens. Holding back isn't my strong suite when it comes to Jules. Add in what she's wearing, how she's looking at me with longing in her eyes, and where we are, and it's going to be damn hard to resist the temptation.

"Tonight is for you and me, turning fantasies into reality." A shiver races through her body.

"And which fantasy is that, Chase?" Jules practically moans her question.

"One where we both get what we want. I fuck you while others watch, and you watch others while I take your pretty, little pussy on full display." My wife's hands come to my chest, nails digging in, and I'll bet everything I've got she's clenching her thighs together to ease the ache building inside of her.

"Oh god." I pull back, reaching inside the breast pocket of my suit to pull out two masks that will shield half of our faces.

"Hold that thought, sweetheart. Once we get inside the doors, you'll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement. They'll go over the rules, give us wristbands, and then we can head to the main event." I'm springing this on Jules without so much as a heads-up.

"Okay." Her eyes are closed, she's breathing deeply, and she's nowhere near where I need her to be in this moment.

"Jules, baby. Open your eyes and tell me you're okay with this before we proceed." I'm tempted to move this to the side of the building instead of waiting outside. There are rules at Night Moves. One of them is to put your masks on upon arriving, and since we've been here for a few minutes, I'm sure they'll be coming out soon enough.

"I trust you, Chase. All of you." I don't deserve my wife. I've known this the entirety of our years together. Still, it never stopped me from taking what I want, and busting my ass to give her everything her heart desires.

"Fuck, Jules. Fuck me, you're the best thing to ever happen to me." I dip my head, taste her lips for a moment, and then place her mask gently on her face before doing the same to mine.

"Ditto, Chase, ditto." I take her hand, settle it in the crook of my arm, and walk us inside, where our night is only just getting started.