Diary of a Wife (Kink Diaries) by Victoria Johnson

Author:Victoria Johnson [Johnson, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Victoria Johnson
Published: 2021-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

XIII

Dear Diary,

Tonight Preston and I went out for dinner at the local bar, called "Up in Smoke," and...fuck. We got an idea of the more "extreme" methods of handling women that Marcie was telling me about at lunch the other day.

On the outside of the building and even a little on the inside, this place seems like an ordinary bar. Brick building, dim lighting, a guy on stage playing guitar and entertaining the audience. I wonder how many people there are in town that play instruments for entertainment like that. It seems like the number wouldn't be huge in a town as small as this.

Anyway, we walked inside, and I saw a few faces that I recognized. Taylor was sitting on a couch next to a man I assume was her husband, but then her hand was being held by another man on the other side of her who was staring at her with this...well, this incredibly possessive expression. It made my pussy clench a little to see it, and I wasn't even the one sitting on the couch there.

Preston found a table for us to sit at and sat me down while he wandered over to the bar and said hello to a few of the men there. I couldn't hear what any of them were saying, but from the way a few of them glanced over at me with this...knowing sort of look in their eye, I think they were probably some of the guys who he works with. The ones who he's been asking for pointers with me.

Yes, I asked him about that after dinner the other night, and he said yes. "Of course, why wouldn't I ask?" were his exact words. I can't tell you exactly how mortifying that was to hear. Or how much it made my pussy wet. Fuck, I think embarrassment and mortification really do turn me on.

Christ, what do I even do with that sort of information?

Anyway. He got a beer for himself and a margarita for me – I think he was trying to get me to loosen up a little bit and not be so tense, he knows that I don't usually drink when we go out in public – and when he came back he gave me this kiss that did more to make me calm down and loosen up than any amount of alcohol.

"Are those some of your coworkers?" I asked when he finally let me breathe. I was a little lightheaded after that kiss, I'll admit.

He nodded, taking a drag off the bottle in his hand. "Yeah. Chad and Travis. They're in my department. They've been showing me the ropes."

I know that he meant the metaphorical ropes of the company and how things are run, but the way he said it...Fuck, I was thinking about bondage. About Preston tying me up and having his way with me. Maybe in front of those coworkers who were eyeing me like I was a new hors d'oeuvre on a party platter.

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