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Davey wasn't in the mood for partying after having had an ugly fight with the boys backstage before the show. They called management behind his back and told them that he was getting married and that he was parading Litzy around on TV with no regard to how hurt and outraged the fans were going to be. Management had called him and asked that he keep his private life low-key right now, to give everyone a chance to deal with it. So that meant he had to hide his own fiancee. She wasn't going to like that. At all. The boys kept saying they were going to lose a chunk of their most loyal fanbase. He said in that case they were never real fans to begin with, because it should be about the music and not who he was screwing. That point went completely over their heads. In their eyes he was hurting the band. He only hoped that they were wrong.
They arrived at the official after party and it just really wasn't his scene. They were playing that godawful 'Hips Don't Lie' song by Shakira and Wyclef Jean. His first instinct was to leave and hit up a private party. Litzy, however, handed him her purse and headed onto the dance floor to dance. Knowing, of course, that he never under any circumstance, danced. He stood there holding her sparkly red bag and feeling somewhat embarrassed. He wondered if other men went through this. If other men ever had to hold their woman's sparkly bag. He realized that maybe if he had some straight friends, he could find out. Having straight friends might be interesting.
He watched Litzy on the dance floor, now joined by Fergie from The Black Eyed Peas, as she gave herself up to the beat completely. Rocking and swaying her hips in smooth fluid movements, tossing her hair back and shaking her shoulders to the music. She was intoxicating just to watch, and it impressed him how she could always dance to anything or party anywhere. She was so full of life and always in the pursuit of pleasure. A true Taurean.
"Nice bag," he heard someone to his right say.
He looked over to see a tall dark-haired man whom he recognized as Josh Duhamel from NBC's Las Vegas. He was holding a silver sparkly handbag. Davey laughed a little. Then the two introduced themselves.
"So who does that belong to?" Davey asked, pointing at his bag.
"Oh it's mine," he said.
Davey could feel his face form a shocked expression and he tried to stop it. Right then Josh cracked up laughing and slapped him on the back.
"Just kidding. It belongs to my fiancee, Fergie," he said, pointing her out. "Who does yours belong to?"
"My fiancee, Litzy, who happens to be dancing with your fiancee."
"It's a small world," he grinned. "Well our girls sure seem to get along. We should double date sometime."
"Sure, that'd be fun," he said.
'I think I may have found my first straight friend,' he thought happily. 'I'm sure Litzy would love to hang out with Fergie and...uh oh...Oh my God - I think Josh is hot. FUCK! Well he is, everyone knows that, that doesnt mean anything! But I have a fiancee, I shouldnt be thinking like this! I've gotta get away from this guy...no, no, he's straight, I have nothing to worry about. And I would never ever cheat on Litzy. Ooh, here she comes...'
"Hey, here come our ladies," Josh said.
"Hellooo, baby," Litzy said, taking her bag from him and throwing her arms around his shoulders while laying a super sexy kiss on him. He was at instant 'attention' and now seriously doubted that Josh Duhamel would be posing a threat. He had the sudden urge to grab her ass, so he did. She squeaked and whispered in his ear that she couldn't wait to get him back to the hotel. He was about to suggest they act on that plan immediately, when they were interrupted by Fergie and Josh.
"So I hear there's an elite 'couple's party' going on up at the Kensington mansion tonight," Josh said. "We were thinking of going. Wanna double date?"
He looked at Litzy and the word 'YES' was written all over her face.
"Yeah, we'll take you up on that," he said.
"Sweet. Let's roll."
The next afternoon Davey woke up feeling relaxed and content. He could hear that Litzy was in the shower. He laid there smiling to himself thinking about the events of the night before. All the kinky things she had done to him. And vice versa. A lot of the couples there shared, but it wasnt mandatory and they hadnt wanted to. But they still got very turned on watching other couples and being watched by other couples. He figured he liked being watched the best. Seeing how much other men wanted his woman but knowing they could never have her. And he thoroughly enjoyed the toys. Being tied up and dominated by her. It was just so erotic and decadent. It was a great night. He couldn't even remember how many orgasms he'd had.
Litzy came out of the bathroom wearing some sexy hot pink lace lingerie. He groaned. Her flight was leaving at 4:00pm.
"Please dont go home?"
She hopped into bed with him and lay on top of him, straddling him, their faces so close their noses almost touched.
"I dont want to go."
"So dont," he said, caressing her. Letting his hands travel up and down her body.
"I do have a job, you know."
"I know. And it's in Chicago. What are you going to do when we get married? We're going to live in my house in California, right?"
"Right."
"And what about when the baby is born? Are you going to want to work then?"
"Probably not..."
"So why are you holding onto this job?"
"Because I've started a career there. I've been there 4 years. You don't just quit. I need to at least give two weeks notice."
"I know. But..."
"But what?"
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Awww, honey. I'm gonna miss you, too. Like crazy. But two weeks will pass fast and when they're over, I'll be with you for good."
He held her and buried his face in her hair, wondering if it was good to be so addicted to someone.
They arrived at the official after party and it just really wasn't his scene. They were playing that godawful 'Hips Don't Lie' song by Shakira and Wyclef Jean. His first instinct was to leave and hit up a private party. Litzy, however, handed him her purse and headed onto the dance floor to dance. Knowing, of course, that he never under any circumstance, danced. He stood there holding her sparkly red bag and feeling somewhat embarrassed. He wondered if other men went through this. If other men ever had to hold their woman's sparkly bag. He realized that maybe if he had some straight friends, he could find out. Having straight friends might be interesting.
He watched Litzy on the dance floor, now joined by Fergie from The Black Eyed Peas, as she gave herself up to the beat completely. Rocking and swaying her hips in smooth fluid movements, tossing her hair back and shaking her shoulders to the music. She was intoxicating just to watch, and it impressed him how she could always dance to anything or party anywhere. She was so full of life and always in the pursuit of pleasure. A true Taurean.
"Nice bag," he heard someone to his right say.
He looked over to see a tall dark-haired man whom he recognized as Josh Duhamel from NBC's Las Vegas. He was holding a silver sparkly handbag. Davey laughed a little. Then the two introduced themselves.
"So who does that belong to?" Davey asked, pointing at his bag.
"Oh it's mine," he said.
Davey could feel his face form a shocked expression and he tried to stop it. Right then Josh cracked up laughing and slapped him on the back.
"Just kidding. It belongs to my fiancee, Fergie," he said, pointing her out. "Who does yours belong to?"
"My fiancee, Litzy, who happens to be dancing with your fiancee."
"It's a small world," he grinned. "Well our girls sure seem to get along. We should double date sometime."
"Sure, that'd be fun," he said.
'I think I may have found my first straight friend,' he thought happily. 'I'm sure Litzy would love to hang out with Fergie and...uh oh...Oh my God - I think Josh is hot. FUCK! Well he is, everyone knows that, that doesnt mean anything! But I have a fiancee, I shouldnt be thinking like this! I've gotta get away from this guy...no, no, he's straight, I have nothing to worry about. And I would never ever cheat on Litzy. Ooh, here she comes...'
"Hey, here come our ladies," Josh said.
"Hellooo, baby," Litzy said, taking her bag from him and throwing her arms around his shoulders while laying a super sexy kiss on him. He was at instant 'attention' and now seriously doubted that Josh Duhamel would be posing a threat. He had the sudden urge to grab her ass, so he did. She squeaked and whispered in his ear that she couldn't wait to get him back to the hotel. He was about to suggest they act on that plan immediately, when they were interrupted by Fergie and Josh.
"So I hear there's an elite 'couple's party' going on up at the Kensington mansion tonight," Josh said. "We were thinking of going. Wanna double date?"
He looked at Litzy and the word 'YES' was written all over her face.
"Yeah, we'll take you up on that," he said.
"Sweet. Let's roll."
The next afternoon Davey woke up feeling relaxed and content. He could hear that Litzy was in the shower. He laid there smiling to himself thinking about the events of the night before. All the kinky things she had done to him. And vice versa. A lot of the couples there shared, but it wasnt mandatory and they hadnt wanted to. But they still got very turned on watching other couples and being watched by other couples. He figured he liked being watched the best. Seeing how much other men wanted his woman but knowing they could never have her. And he thoroughly enjoyed the toys. Being tied up and dominated by her. It was just so erotic and decadent. It was a great night. He couldn't even remember how many orgasms he'd had.
Litzy came out of the bathroom wearing some sexy hot pink lace lingerie. He groaned. Her flight was leaving at 4:00pm.
"Please dont go home?"
She hopped into bed with him and lay on top of him, straddling him, their faces so close their noses almost touched.
"I dont want to go."
"So dont," he said, caressing her. Letting his hands travel up and down her body.
"I do have a job, you know."
"I know. And it's in Chicago. What are you going to do when we get married? We're going to live in my house in California, right?"
"Right."
"And what about when the baby is born? Are you going to want to work then?"
"Probably not..."
"So why are you holding onto this job?"
"Because I've started a career there. I've been there 4 years. You don't just quit. I need to at least give two weeks notice."
"I know. But..."
"But what?"
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Awww, honey. I'm gonna miss you, too. Like crazy. But two weeks will pass fast and when they're over, I'll be with you for good."
He held her and buried his face in her hair, wondering if it was good to be so addicted to someone.
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