A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) (8 page)

While I carried out my housework, I heard Jeff on the phone a number of times. His voice was too low for me to work out what the calls were about, I assumed it was his job.

Chores completed, I was a little lost as to what to do with myself. It would have been easier to decide if Jeff hadn’t been home. I didn’t much care for having him home during the day. I was left wondering if I should go out or stay in. He did say he had taken the time off work to be with me. Not that there was much evidence of that.

I was in two minds as to whether I should march into his study and claim some attention when he called out to me to join him. Although a little put out, I painted a smile on my face and went in.

“Here love, I’ve just be talking to Kenzo. He tells me there’s a place–a private club he knows where people like us go to find a third person for their relationship. He got us on the guest list for tonight if you’re interested.”

“How did he manage to do that unless he’s a member?” I asked.

I felt sure Jackie said you needed to be a member to introduce people to these private functions. Everything was hush, hush with those places. She even whispered it when she told Liz and me.

“I don’t know about that, he didn’t say he was a member. Just that he’d hook us up with an invite for tonight and we could take it from there.”

“Well I suppose we could go and check it out. We don’t have to decide anything until then, if this is something you really want to do,” I said, taking the glass of spirits, he’d poured for me from his home office stash. I sat and witnessed Jeff’s mood change, to one of excitement at my acceptance of his plans.

“Great. Kenzo is going to text me over the details.”

“Oh well, that’s settled then. I’d better get started on dinner,” I said, rising to my feet.

“I’ll come and help you. Peel a few potatoes or vegetables, whatever you need,” he said rising with me.

“I’ll be fine. I’m used to doing it on my own.” I smiled. Knowing he’d be more of a hindrance than a help.

 “I’ve been a little neglectful of you today trying to sort this lot out, so come on love. Let me help you. I did take the day off to be with you, you know.” His eyes were pleading.

I caved.

***

Kenzo came through and we were heading out to the private club in Whyteleafe. The eleven-mile journey from our home was done in silence and I sat, trapped in my own thoughts. I didn’t feel comfortable meeting strangers at the best of times, least of all to have sex with. I know it sounded strange, as I’d already done it twice. But those times were kinda spontaneous. The speed to our current destination planned with one thing in mind, had little spontaneity attached.

I felt in two minds about it. Albeit Jeff said we were only going to look, get a feel of the place and the people who frequented it. Nonetheless, I’d seen that look in his eyes. It was the same look he’d had when he suggested Kenzo as our third. If we found someone, it would be on for tonight and I wasn’t sure I was up to it. I still felt sore from my session with Kenzo.

We drove down a dark, narrow dirt road. It was pitch-black, you could barely see a foot in front of the car’s headlights. Along one side of the road was forestry, on the other, a high stone wall. We turned off at a gap in the wall.  Ahead was a dimly lit building, surrounded by a high wall, topped with wires and a huge cast-iron, double fronted gate. We were outside the gates of a mansion. I thought we’d taken a wrong turn or something. I gazed across of Jeff.

“Are we lost?” I asked

“No, love, according to the GPS we’re here. It’s that building at the end of the dirt road.”

“It doesn’t look like a club.”

“I guess it doesn’t. Maybe they’ve done something interesting to the inside.”

“Maybe.”

We drove down the gravel road towards the gate. There was a pole sticking out of the ground. When Jeff pulled closer, I could see it was an intercom system. Jeff pushed the button.

A female voice asked, “Hello, can I help you?”

“Yes, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Jeffery Richardson, we’re on the guest list,” Jeff said

“Can you wait a moment please, sir?” the voice said. There was a pause, silence; only the crackling feedback filtered through, then the voice said, “Hello. Please come through the gates, you’ll find a car park a few yards to the left of the drive. Please park there. Stay near your vehicle. Henry will find you and bring you up to the house.”

Henry was a bodybuilding type bouncer. His thighs were so big his legs couldn’t fit together. He looked like a powerhouse all by himself. Inside the house, an unusually tall woman greeted us. She wore a leather bustier and skintight leather pants with riding boots and what looked like a riding crop attached to her belt. Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. Her makeup was dark with bright red lipstick.

“Your guests, Mistress Candice,” Henry said with a bow and soon vanished. He moved rather fast for a big guy.

I didn’t care much for the way Candice was eyeing me up as she spoke to Jeff.

“I see you’re on our VIP guest list and a nominee from a premium member. This means you’ll be given a tour of our facilities where you’re free to participate or observe. If you like what you see, you’ll be free to join our little community. Candice led us up the large staircase that was in the middle of the hall where they stood; at the top of the stairs was a huge corridor with a number of doors leading off it.

“These are our play rooms. You will not be able to go in some of these room this visit as some of the sessions have already started.” Candice said.

“What are those?” I pointed to a door in front of us, I’d noticed some of the doors had little peep doors cut into them.

“Those my dear, are how you and your cute husband will get to view some of the delights we have on offer here.” Moving to the door I’d asked about, she flicked a latch and beckoned us to join her. Behind the little door was metal grate with holes just big enough to see through.

“This is our milking room.” She said stepping aside so Jeff and I could look through the hole.

It was a room with lactating women sitting in an arm chair with grown men in their laps in adult size terry diapers. As we moved from room to room, I became more and more uncomfortable. Each room was dedicated to a themed kink or fetish. There were orgies, with naked people as well as people dressed in fur costumes. Women in leathers with men collared acting like animals, everything from dogs to horses.

Jeff seemed fascinated, but I was just disturbed by it all, so when she asked if we would like to go down to the basement to see the hardcore play rooms I refused before Jeff had a chance to answer.

“As you can see, we cater toward varying kinks and fetishes here. We’ll return to the lounge where you can meet some of our other members. Whatever your kink I’m sure with can accommodate you. We move locations a bit so be sure to leave an email address and subscribe to our newsletter, so as not to miss any of the events and special offers we have. When you’re done, if you think Smutasium, is the place for you, just sign up with Jasmine in the office over there.”  She pointed to what looked like a cloak room next to the lounge. I have to go. Enjoy.” With that she was gone.

The tour completed, Jeff and I took a seat in the bar area, where everything seemed to be made of old oak. The smell of the polished wood filled the air, reminding me of the smell that greeted you on your first day back at school.

The whole experience felt too surreal for me, but Jeff seemed to be enjoying himself, asking Candice questions, and listening intently to the answers given.

No sooner did we sit at the bar when we were approached by a middle-aged couple. They were looking for a couple to pair off with. Jeff politely told them we weren’t interested as he just liked to watch, and that wouldn’t be much fun for his wife. The couple laughed. They stayed and kept us company for a while longer; until they saw another couple that caught their eye. Then they were gone, but not before introducing us to Bradley, saying he might be what we were looking for and, if he wasn’t, he’d be able to point us in the right direction.

Bradley was tall, pale, red haired with a face full of freckles. He was a self-proclaimed swinger and had been the third for a number of couples at the club. That was his thing. He liked to fuck other men’s wives while they watched. As far as he was concerned this was a win-win deal for him. He also informed us he had a number of acquaintances, members at the club, who shared his preferred nuances.

I think, instinctively, Bradley knew he wasn’t for me. However, he made a good pimp, introducing us to men more to my taste in build and colouring, not so much in the looks department.

Jeff seemed to think the night went well. I didn’t share his view and hoped he didn’t plan to experiment any further down this kinky journey we were on. Fantasy was one thing, but the Smutasium was a whole new ballgame; one I didn’t feel ready to play.

***

We frequented a number of clubs and venues introduced to us by Bradley. I performed the sex act with some of the men we met as Jeff watched. However, I could see that neither Jeff nor I were getting the same kick out of it as we did when I was with Kenzo. I wanted that feeling back. When I thought about it, the only other time I felt that kink was when I’d imagined Jeff watching me fuck Alessandro.

I started to think the correlation could be that both Kenzo and Alessandro were drop-dead gorgeous and their replacements had been mediocre in the looks department. My Minnie obviously reacted better to great looking guys. I suppose, in my mind, they had to be as good looking as Jeff or better. Either way, they weren’t working for me.

A thought struck me. What if I invited Alessandro to be our third? I could live out my fantasy, plus Jeff and I could get back what was missing from our encounters with these strangers. None of these men were the right fit. There was no tension or chemistry between them and us. I made a decision to call Alessandro. It had been a few weeks since my encounter with him. I could only hope he’d take my call.

Chapter Eleven

I waited until Jeff left for work.

“Hello Alessandro, I don’t know if you remember…”

“Stacey, mia cara, how could I forget you. S
ì
dolcezza I remember. You’re all I think about.”

I felt flushed and began to wonder if I was doing the right thing. Just hearing Alessandro’s voice again had me dripping. Running my tongue across my lips, I choked out, “Can I come and see you today?”

There was a short silence, then, “Of course, what time will you be coming? I have to tidy up a bit, I wasn’t expecting company today,” he said.

I sighed with relief, so that’s why he hesitated. For a moment, I thought he was going to refuse. As usual, I hadn’t thought that was a possibility until he fell silent. How stupid would I have felt if he had? Who the hell did I think I was? I needed to be less impulsive, I chastised myself silently.

“Could you get things straight in an hour or so?” I asked.

“For you, mia cara, I can have things straight in half that time. Like Superman, I will fly through this house, yes.”

“You don’t have to rush.” I stifled a giggle. “I’ll see you in an hour,” I said, hanging up.

***

Outside Alessandro’s door, I reached for the knob to the buzzer. My finger was in midair as I stretched my hand towards it when the door flew open. He stood before me with a big grin on his face. His hand grabbed my arm and practically pulled me over the threshold. I gazed around the room. As before, this house was sterile. I was tempted to ask him what mess he could possibly have had to clean up to get the house in this mint condition in an hour.

“Please come in, welcome,” he said, closing the door behind me and pulling me into the lounge. “
Tesoro,
I thought you never to be in my eyes again. You do not shop at the supermarket anymore.” His glance was accusing and accent stronger.

 “I’m sorry.”

“Again, you are sorry. You are always sorry, why? Why do you feel you must be always apologizing?” he asked, pulling on my handbag and taking my coat off. I let both go and he found a home for them in the armchair. As he guided me to the sofa, I blushed, remembering what happened the last time I was on that sofa. “You blush, mia cara, you remember too. I cannot enter this room without that memory burning in my head.” He smiled.

“I truly am sor…”

His mouth found mine, cutting the words off.

“Now I am sorry, but I don’t like you saying that word so much. I know you call me for a reason, what is it?”

I wasn’t expecting his directness. I’d hoped to drag out my request. My mouth opened then closed.

“Please take a seat, I will get you a drink, while you think of more words then ‘sorry.’ I will be a moment, make yourself comfortable. Is apple juice okay?” He walked off towards the door, then turned. “Do you want ice with yours?”

Mutely, I nodded.

I sat on the edge of the sofa with my hands coiled together, pressed firmly in my lap. I wondered how I would broach the subject with Alessandro. I knew when he returned he’d want an explanation for my return. Christ, he’d noticed I hadn’t been shopping at the supermarket in a while. I began to think I’d made a mistake coming to Alessandro. How was I going to get out of it?

I heard him coming back. I wanted to grab my coat and bag, and run from the house as quickly as my size fives would carry me. However, from my calculations I would have to ram through Alessandro to do that.

So I sat and I waited.

“Now, T
esoro
, have you found in the vicissitude of words that I know are available within the English language to express yourself?” he said, as he handed me my drink and sat in a chair opposite me. He must have calmed, his accent was faint again. It felt obvious to me now he’d gone to make the drinks so he could regroup his emotions. Which made me suspect he had intended to refuse my coming over when I called. Something must have made him change his mind.

I gave myself a mental shake. I needed to concentrate.