Welcome to Round 2 of The Newlywed Game with the K&A men and women! Joey and I hope you enjoyed yesterday’s installment and will join us every day through this Friday as the couples dish about everything from whoopee to muscles. Happy reading and Happy Tuesday!
The Newleywed Game – Round 2
What drink best describes your wife on your wedding night?
“Buttery Nipple,” Peter said dreamily.
“Climax, climax, climax…” Lucas supplied. “And that was before actual sex.” He laughed as Cass elbowed him, but then he gave her an appraising look, his silver eyes getting a heated gleam. “It was so fucking hot to take you over that edge with my mouth, over and over, before I was inside of you. Couldn’t get enough of it.”
“Thank God there’s a good breeze off the water tonight,” Celeste murmured. Though Matt Kensington tended to have pretty strict rules about using profanity around women, apparently he was taking Lucas’s usage as a fervent reverence. From the flush that tinged Cass’s face, she agreed.
“The Butt Burner,” Dana said for Ben. “Oh, right, that would be what you did to Marcie, not the other way around…” She yelped as Ben tackled her and mock-tried to smother her with a decorative pillow. She rolled into Peter’s lap like a petite Ninja, using her feet to push at him while Peter fended him off. When they settled, all laughing and Janet calling for order like a stern schoolmistress, Celeste nodded to Matt.
“I have to go with a grocery store wine,” Matt said. “Because it’s appropriate. Barefoot white, because I woke up close to dawn and she was standing in the open sliding glass door of my bedroom, wearing my white shirt and nothing else. Her blond hair tousled and down, all that pretty pale skin, her feet bare. When she turned to me, all I could think is ‘Savannah Tennyson Kensington, my wife, is standing in my bedroom in my shirt and bare feet’.”
“I’ll do the windy sigh for that one,” Dana told Celeste, and she, Marcie and Cass did it simultaneously, with dramatic flair. Celeste noticed Savannah had a charming blush as her husband pressed a kiss to her hand.
“Sassy Bitch,” Jon said, surprising everyone in the room. He grinned. “Rachel showed a whole different side of herself to me that night. It gave me the opportunity to make good use of her hairbrush.”
“My hairbrush, his belt and a kitchen spatula,” Rachel said, with a little shiver. Cass stretched out to give her a high five.
“You go, girl. Look at you, embracing your bad self.”
What is the most embarrassing thing you have done around her?
“Pass, pass, pass…” Ben said emphatically, reaching for his wallet. “I think I have enough cash to cover that right now.”
“Oh no, you HAVE to tell them,” Peter said. “I will triple that bet just to hear the words come out of your mouth.” The other men jumped in to add to the chorus.
Marcie, grinning, squeezed his hand. “It’s for charity, after all.”
“I hate all of you. And payback is a total bitch,” Ben said menacingly to Peter.
“You shouldn’t have told them about it,” Marcie pointed out reasonably. “Because I never would have. I respect your privacy. It’s not my fault the five of you gossip like a bunch of women.”
“We were not gossiping. We were discussing techniques and they tricked it out of me. I still think you let it slip at one of your girl nights.”
“Would I lie?” She blinked innocently at him, and Ben shook his head.
“If you’d only snapped just one picture,” Peter mourned. “We could have blackmailed him forever. Hey.” He reached over Dana and slapped Ben in the head, which the lawyer fended off with a return punch. “No giving your sub the hairy eyeball. She’s got to play the game fair unless you’re serious about being a chickenshit pussy and paying this one off.”
Ben sighed. “Fine. Fuck all of you. I’ll tell it, because she’d just snicker while she was trying to get it out. I’d custom-ordered a toy, an anal plug made to my…dimensions.”
Cass leaned over Matt’s lap, bracing a hand on his thigh as she whispered to Savannah. “Bet that required extra shipping costs.”
Ben shot her a glance, continued. “It had some specific features I didn’t want to use on her until I was sure of the way it would feel. So she came home while I was field testing it. Bends, stretches, squats, walking… that kind of thing.”
He paused, glared at the other men. “Giggling in men is so unattractive,” he observed.
“It’s just as arousing to a male to be stimulated in that area, so needless to say, he was very…impressive looking,” Marcie said dreamily. “I really wished I had taken a picture. Several. They would have gone with me to the grave,” she promised him. “I’d want to take them with me. I’d carry them to the Pearly Gates.”
“Not sure if St. Peter would have let you in with those,” Dana said.
“They would if Mary Magdalene was manning the door,” Janet quipped. “And she’d give Ben an automatic transfer from Hell, right up to Heaven’s door.”
“If you had taken a picture, you would have reached Heaven far sooner than later,” Ben threatened. He pointed a finger at Celeste. “And cop boyfriend or not, that story ever leaves this deck, they won’t find YOUR body at all. Stop laughing.”
As Celeste did her best, Marcie spoke up, saving her Dom further embarrassment and giving Celeste time to compose herself. “How about Matt, Savannah?”
“He was singing in the shower.” Savannah paused, glancing at Matt, who looked pained, but signed, a tacit go-ahead. “‘Love to Love You, Baby’, by Donna Summer.”
“Oh my God.” Now Cassandra started laughing. “Complete with the orgasmic chorus?”
Savannah nodded. “Before I realized he was singing, I thought he was having a stroke. He was going full blast.”
“The damn song had been in my head ever since your wedding reception.” Matt cast an accusing glare and Ben and Marcie. “Do you know how irritating and distracting it is to be meeting with the manufacturing managers of eight plants and have that going through your head? Desperate times called for desperate measures. I figured if I belted it out, it would get rid of it. It worked…until now.” He sent a sharp glance at Lucas and Peter, who were doing a hip hop style hummed version in the background while smirking. “I will fire both of you,” he said darkly.
“Rachel, how about Jon?” Celeste asked.
Celeste was surprised to see K&A’s mechanical genius look…cranky. Rachel, her lips quivering, curled her hands around his biceps. “You know, at the time it happened, I did say it was nice to know that you aren’t always perfectly serene. So it was kind of a gift to me. An enlightening one.”
“And you do always say that enlightenment is important,” Ben said.
Jon grimaced. “I understand why the Buddha went to sit under the tree, way the hell away from anyone else.”
“It was a prank,” Rachel explained. “They’d put together something for us to watch at the office after hours—something private,” she added, giving Celeste a we-can’t-share-that-part droll look. “So after we all went out to dinner that night, we went back to the board room. Jon has a remote for the display projector, programmed to do all sorts of fancy things. The guys had cloned it, or whatever Lucas calls it.” She glanced at Lucas for confirmation. “Lucas had worked it so when Jon’s remote was supposed to be doing one thing, Lucas would hit a button on the clone he had under the table and it would do something else.”
“It drove him absolutely batshit, trying to figure out why it wasn’t doing what he’d programmed it to do,” Lucas put in. “He about had a brain aneurysm right there. Cursing, totally non-Jon like.”
“First time I’ve ever seen that perfect hair of his standing on end,” Matt grinned.
“Unlike Marcie, we were prepared,” Lucas said as Jon crossed his arms over his chest and studied the stars overhead with great interest. “We got it all on tape, too, since you can record in that room. As the ladies well know.” He cast them a fond look which resulted in various looks of amused discomfiture.
Yet the discomfiture was laced with another quality, one that suggested to Celeste the women were recalling exactly what had been recorded in those private board room sessions with great pleasure. She wondered if those were the type of recordings that had been viewed. “We really should do home movies one night,” Peter added. “Now it’s Cass’s turn.”
“Actually, I think it’s my AND Dana’s turn.” Cass poked her husband and threw Peter a mischievous look as Dana snickered. “Lucas and Peter were over at Jon’s house one night. We’d been out for a girl’s dinner, and when we came back, there was all this thumping in the basement. You can see through the windows from the outside, and all we saw was pitch blackness and…” Cass had started to laugh, too hard to continue, so Dana finished, giggling. “Rachel described it to me perfectly. They were sparring with these extra-large, glow-in-the-dark dildos, doing the Star Wars light saber thing with it. All I heard was Peter yelling in an exaggerated Southern accent: “You’ll call me daddy before this is over, Luke, boy!”
“In all fairness, there was a good deal of beer involved in that evening,” Lucas said, though Celeste noticed with delight his ears were somewhat red. “Speaking of which, refills, anyone?”
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