Getting Ready For A Pool Party At The Cuckold Club
It’s going to be a hell of a weekend.
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The Cuckold Club. A gathering of some of the world’s wealthiest and most powerful individuals. Dominant CEO’s and powerbrokers who shared a singular passion. Taking other men’s wives and making them scream with exquisite ecstasy.
My introduction to this world was my husband’s boss, taking me on our dinner table while he watched. I’ll never forget the extraordinary pleasure it brought me as he’d secretly fingered me during the main course, but it was nothing compared to getting him for dessert. I’d never had one as big as him, and I’d taken great pleasure in having it as often as I could since.
Things had evolved, my husband Ralph was now his Vice President, but I was very much still Lance’s plaything, a position I relished as it came with a never-ending string of new experiences, including having his baby.
The ultimate cuckolding, Lance was the first man to breed me. I knew Ralph was jealous, but hopefully he could see all the good that had come from this. He’d certainly taken advantage of all the sexual perks of his new office.
The limousine pulled up outside one of Vegas’ premiere resorts. It was clear from the guests coming and going, Lance hadn’t booked the entire resort, which made me wonder just how public the debauchery he had planned might be. This was the Cuckold Club after all.
The five of us strode into the lobby, but rather than join the lines with the other guests Lance made his way to the concierge’s desk. Before he could even reach it, a middle-aged man in a three-piece suit with his hair swept to one side stepped around the desk and rushed to meet him.
“Mr. Reynolds, it’s good to have you back. I trust you’ve had a pleasant journey.”
“It was a delight, Alphonse, thanks to my companions.” Lance pulled me tight against him.
I tried not to blush; I still wasn’t quite used to having my antics published before the world.
“I don’t doubt it,” Alphonse smiled. “I’ve seen to the preparations personally. Your other guests are already here. As instructed, they are awaiting you all at the private pool. Your suite has been prepared to your specifications and the hall is currently being prepared for this evening’s ball. Is there anything else sir?”
Lance shook his head. “I’m sure it will be perfect as always. If you could make sure everything is ready for the big show tomorrow night, that would be swell.”
“I have a team of specialists preparing it as we speak,” Alphonse replied as he reached into his pocket and produced a pouch with several electronic keycards. “These have been coded to allow you into the exclusive areas of the resort. The general public cannot interrupt your proceedings, and we’ll do our best to prevent any curious cats from looking in.”
Lance leaned forward. “With women this beautiful, who can blame them.”
Alphonse laughed as Lance pocketed the keycards and guided us to the lift.
Lance had reserved the penthouse suites, which didn’t surprise me in the least, but their decor did. The suites had been decorated in expensive red and black, it looked like a sex dungeon or retreat. It had a massive four-poster bed that could fit a dozen occupants, as well as two other king-sized beds at either end of the room. There was a stripper pole, a sex swing and some sort of padded bench with a series of leather cuffs and chains hanging from it. There was a series of wicked looking paddles beside it that I imagined could deliver quite the spanking.
“Wow,” Melissa said excitedly. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
I had a little more trepidation as I realized the truth. This weekend there was going to be delicious debauchery, but the three of us were the main attractions. It would be us that were working that pole, us that would be bound to the spanking bench and left at the mercy of Lance and his guests. The idea both thrilled and terrified me as Lance had made it quite clear that there was an expectation of our enthusiastic participation.
“Don’t worry ladies, there will be plenty of time to enjoy it all this evening. For the time being, we’re expected by the pool. So please, change into your swimwear, you should find a whole wardrobe waiting for you in the walk-in.” Lance pointed to a massive walk-in robe at one end of the penthouse suite.
Lance Reynolds never did anything by half and his preparation for the Cuckold Club was no different. The wardrobe was packed with everything from evening dresses to lingerie and scandalous swimsuits.
Knowing what would please my husband’s boss, I found the skimpiest bikini I could lay my hands on. It was bright red and left very little to the imagination. Its flimsy triangles covered my nipples but my areola peeked out a little. The bottoms were a high-waisted thong that did wonderful things for my curvy hips and ass.
If I could get to the pool without Lance trying to impale me on his impressive dick, it would be a sign of unprecedented restraint on his part. I slid into some simple flats to wear around the hotel and turned to find Lauren and Melissa also dressed.
Melissa had opted for a similarly scanty two piece but in blue. It looked goon on her slim nubile frame. I couldn’t help but notice her hard perky nipples. She was probably still worked up from the action in the limousine.
Lauren had opted for a red suit too, only hers was more of a classic Baywatch style one piece with a zip running up the front. It had a high cut to it and with one long slow zip went from fairly conservative to putting her well-rounded breasts on display; right where me and every human with a pulse would want them.
Hell, it was Lauren that had sparked my first interest in other women. The day she’d sucked my nipples to hardness for my meeting with Lance had set my head spinning. It had aroused enough curiosity that when Ralph’s daughter had caught me and Lance fooling about in the entryway of my home, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from indulging again.
Perhaps this weekend would give me the opportunity to experiment with them again. Or perhaps with some of the other beautiful women that had been lured away from their husbands by these powerful men.
There was no reason I shouldn’t enjoy everything the Cuckold Club had to offer; the men were certainly going to take advantage of the opportunity. I didn’t doubt that for a moment.
“Ready ladies?” Lauren motioned to the door. “Sounds like there is a party waiting for us by the pool.”
Exiting the palatial walk-in robe, we found Lance waiting on the end of the massive bed. He was wearing a pair of board shorts that were a little on the shorter side. His thick member was visible, pressed against his leg and in danger of poking out the leg of his shorts.
Ralph was sitting on the smaller bed, leering at the vision that was the three of us ready to party.
“Shall we head down?” Melissa asked, obviously ready to play.
“They can wait,” Lance chuckled as he reached for the drawstring on his board shorts. “I’d prefer to make my entrance a little grander if you know what I mean. I like our guests to know I’m the biggest swinging dick here.”
He beckoned us closer and Ralph went to join us, but Lance held up a hand. “We don’t have time for you to get carried away. Wait and watch Ralphie. There will be more for you downstairs.”
My hubby didn’t look at all happy to be sidelined, but Lance was the boss, so he bit his tongue. In all likelihood, after I’d swallowed his load in the car, it would take him some time to get his second wind anyway. Perhaps that’s what Lance was hinting at. Or maybe he just wanted my hubby to watch like the good old days.
Either way was fine with me. I’d long since reconciled myself to the truth that having Ralph watch me get fucked had immeasurably improved our love life and it made me wet as all hell.
The three of us eager wives raced over to the bed, we descended on Lance like a pack of hungry vultures, excited to lavish affection on a manhood worthy of being worshipped by three women as hot as us.
It might sound vain, but Lance had picked each of us for a reason. Melissa was so young and perky. At nineteen she was less than half his age, I’d seen the intense satisfaction as he’d filled her eager married sex in the limousine. He knew he was winning at life.
Lauren had killer curves and a mischievous nature, but behind it all was a wicked intellect. She could melt a woman or man in her skilled hands with equal ease.
Me. I was what the internet would call a milf. Still in my thirties but with mature curves and ravenous libido that left me ever hungry for more.
We went for his cock, a triple blowjob was just what he needed to get his engine running but as I climbed onto the bed, my husband’s boss took my hand and guided me higher. Lauren and Melissa shared his meaty weapon while he guided me to his mouth. I straddled his chin as he pulled my bikini thong aside.
I don’t know why I was getting the special treatment, but as they pleasured Lance, he attacked my pussy with his tongue. There was a hunger to his affections that sent a bolt of excitement through me.
I had my husband’s boss pinned to the bed, stuck between my strong thighs as he tongued my clit. It was such an arousing sight I couldn’t help but grind down against his strong chin.
His hands slid up my sides and found the flimsy triangles of the scanty bikini. With glee he peeled them aside to reveal my hardening nipples. His fingers seized on my stiffening peaks and rolled them between his fingers. The sensation, combined with his tongue working my soaked sex forced a moan form my lips.
There was a gasp and I looked over my shoulder. Ralph was stroking himself through his boardshorts. He moved his hand, trying to hide what he’d been doing, but we both knew the truth.
We both wanted to know exactly how far Lance would go. If I had my way, he’d bend me over this bed right now. I just couldn’t get enough of him. He was well endowed, with a lifetime of practice using it. Letting go of my left nipple, Lance spanked my ass.
I gasped, and it devolved into a throaty moan as he sucked my clit between his lips. I was so close, but before he pushed me over the edge, Lance rolled me off his chin. I was practically dripping, begging to be used.
He smiled at me like a wolf but pulled my bikini back over my hard nipples.
“Thank you, ladies, that will do nicely,” Lance pressed his hard cock back inside his pants and slid into a pair of flipflops. He didn’t bother with a shirt. He didn’t need to. I was pretty sure all the eyes would be on us.
We made ourselves decent, barely. There was no hiding the titanic wet patch on my bikini thong, but as I looked at Lance watching me, I got the distinct impression that’s exactly what he wanted.
We reeked of sex and it was a heady aphrodisiac.
The five of us piled into the elevator, and as we began our descent to the lobby, Lance pulled me tight. My ass and back against his chest as one hand pressed my bikini bottoms into my soaked sex, his other cupped my scantily clad breasts.
His lips nipped at my ear. “How bad do you want me to fuck you right now Lexi?”
His words were loud enough the whole elevator could hear him, but I didn’t care.
“So bad,” I whispered. It was barely more than a needy pant, but I couldn’t help it. He’d got me so worked up. “I need it, baby.”
“Soon,” he promised.
The lift doors parted, and all eyes followed us as we strode across the lobby, heading straight for a door guarded by four burly security guards.
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