The Cuckold Club: Executive Relief Part 2

Hubby’s boss has a taste for something that shouldn’t be on the menu.

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His hand never left the small of my back, as he used the other to swing the door closed behind him. When we reached the dining room, Ralph was just setting the plates on the table. He looked up and spotted his boss, pausing when he saw Ralph’s hand.

“Ralph, I don’t know how you did it,” Lance began.

“Do what, sir?” Ralph asked.

Lance didn’t correct him as he had me.

“Landed such a delightful wife,” Lance replied with a grin.

I could feel the color rising in my cheeks.

Lance continued. “I tell the other executives all the time. You better watch out for Ralph, he can close any deal on earth, just look at his wife. You’re a smart man, no doubt about it. And you closed the Isotonix deal too. You’re making waves Ralph. I’m excited to see what the year brings.”

A smile spread across Ralph’s face and I relaxed a little. “Thanks boss, just doing my part for the company.”

“And doing it well,” Lance replied.

“Hun, could you chill this?” I asked handing him the bottle.

“Sure thing,” Ralph replied taking the bottle. “I’ll be right back.”

Lance strode over to the table and pulled out a chair for me.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” I mused, as I took the seat. “Thank you.”

Lance took the seat at the head of the table, leaving the one opposite me open for Ralph to sit at.

“My mother would tan my hide if I did any less,” Lance replied with a grin. He looked down at the roast before him. “This looks spectacular but smells even better.”

“Hard to beat the aroma of rosemary and lamb,” I replied. “It just fills the house.”

Ralph appeared from the kitchen with a wine chiller and set it down. He glanced at his boss at the head of the table, his usual place, and paused for a moment. Then without saying a word he moved to the empty place opposite me at the table.

The three of us dove into our meals, for his part Lance steered most of the discussion as we traded small talk and the goings on in the neighborhood and the office. Ralph tried unsuccessfully to steer the conversation toward the new promotion but Lance didn’t seem to hear him, pointing down at his empty plate. “That was just exquisite, Alexis.”

“Please, call me Lexi. We’re all friends here,” I replied beaming.

“Well Lexi, it was fantastic. I’m glad to have received the invitation.”

“It was a pleasure to have you,” I replied. “I thought it would be a great opportunity to get to know each other better. Ralph is loving his time at your company and thought it would be nice to share a meal with you. At the Christmas party we have to share you with a hundred other couples.”

“Well, you have me all to yourself,” Lance replied. “And we’re enjoying having you at the company. We were so pleased with Ralph’s work on Isotonix that we figured he deserved a bonus.”

Ralph reached into his inner suit pocket and pullet out an envelope, placing it on the table in between Ralph and I. The envelope was thick, my eyes nearly rolled out of my head. Hell, if it was twenty dollar notes it was a hell of a bonus.

Ralph picked it up, and opened it, revealing a wad of hundred-dollar bills.

“$5,000,” Lance said with a smile. “And there’s more where that came from if you keep it up.”

Ralph was silent as he looked at the envelope and set it back on the table.

“Is everything alright?” Lance asked.

Ralph nodded. “It’s wonderful, I uh. I guess I was just hoping that after Isonotix, I might be considered for the new executive position. Don’t get me wrong the bonus is great, it will go a long way, but I was hoping to continue growing with the firm.”

“I see,” Lance said leaning back in his chair. “Unfortunately, there has been some kind of misunderstanding at the company. There isn’t an executive position available.”

“Trina Goldman seemed to think there was,” I replied, not really sure why but I was happy for the opportunity to throw her nosy ass under the bus.

Lance nodded slowly. “That makes more sense. Trina is always rocking the boat. It’s an inside joke and she’s having a laugh at your expense. I’m sorry if you were mislead. We really love having you at the company Ralph, but I can’t give you a position that doesn’t exist. Perhaps in time one will open. When it does, I’d certainly consider it.”

“What about the ERB?” Ralph blurted. “If not the executive position, how does someone get into the ERB. I know they make more than account managers. I heard Frank Goldman talking about it. It’s how they got that new car.”

Lance folded his arms, the muscles in his face tightening. “I’m really not comfortable discussing individual employees’ circumstances. They are private and confidential, and I need to respect that. Besides the ERB is more of a club than a position, really.”

Ralph shrank a little in his chair. He was an account manager at Reynolds Capital. We both understood well the company’s position on discretion when it came to financial information.

“I understand,” Ralph whispered. “I don’t want to know how much they are paid. I just want to know how it works. I’ve seen Frank’s work it’s ordinary at best. I put in more hours and have brought more to the company in the last year than he has in eighteen months. What am I missing?”

“A fair question,” Lance replied. “And probably true, if we’re just talking about Frank. But Reynolds Capital is a family business. And any consideration for effort and merit has to weigh the contribution of both husband and wife to the business.”

“Wife?” I blurted, “Trina works for Reynolds Capital?”

“After a fashion,” Lance replied, looking me in the eye. “And any consideration has to include that effort. Frank’s performance is ordinary, but Trina really goes the extra mile. That’s what got them into the ERB. If it was just Frank I daresay Accounts Manager would have been the end of the road. He doesn’t have your expertise, Ralph, but he does have Trina.”

“What exactly does Trina do for the company?” Ralph asked.

Lance tore his gaze away from mine and looked at my husband. “Oh, this and that, executive relief mainly, but she’s quite good at it.”

“I’ve never seen her at the office,” Ralph replied.

“Trina works from home,” Lance replied. “Fairly flexible conditions as long as she is there when we need her it’s fine by me.”

“Sounds easy enough,” I heard myself saying. “Could I do that.”

Lance’s smile widened as he looked back at me, his eyes lingered down toward my cleavage before he caught himself and pulled them back up to my eyes.

“Lexi, please. You wouldn’t want that kind of work, it’s beneath you.”

I set my knife and fork down. Not wanting to be dismissed so readily, I persisted. After all, if it had got Trina a Mercedes it could put a nicer car in my driveway too.

“I won’t complain and work hard. If I can help us get into the ERB I’d be willing to help shoulder the load.”

Lance placed his hand on my arm. “Lexi, as tempting as that offer is. I can’t accept.”

“What has Trina got that I don’t,” I asked pulling away.

“It’s not what she has, it’s what she hasn’t got,” Lance replied drawing his hand back. “Trina has little if any inhibitions. It’s why she’s such an exceptionally valuable member of the ERB. I don’t think you’d want any part in that.”

“How does it work?” I asked leaning forward in my chair. I hated not knowing what was going on around me. The thought that Trina had found her way into this exclusive little club and seemed to be holding the door shut behind her, only annoyed me more.

Lance sighed. “If you insist, but please, remember that you were the ones who brought it up. I certainly don’t want to make you uncomfortable or put any undue pressure on you, Alexis.”

“You’re not,” I replied quickly, “I want to know the truth. How is it all these other couples are doing so well when Ralph is outperforming them.”

Lance folded his hands in his lap. “Ok. Let’s take Frank and Trina. You outperform him in the office, and in spite of your shorter tenure with the firm you’re already taking home about fifteen percent more than he is in your weekly pay packet. That’s how we reward talent at Reynolds Cap, and it’s just the beginning.”

“But they always seem to have money to burn,” I replied, “speaking of burning I think the pie is almost done. Just one moment.” I excused myself from the table, raced to the kitchen and removed the pie from the oven, and placed it on a heat proof mat.

I carried it out to the table and set it down between Lance and I.

“Oh apple pie, one of my favorites,” Lance said as the scent of freshly cooked pie filled the room.

I smiled politely in acknowledgement of the compliment but didn’t return to my seat. I stood beside Lance and waited for his explanation. “You were saying?”

“Right. So in terms of work performance, you are already miles ahead of Frank and being paid accordingly.”

“So where does Trina come into things?” Ralph asked.

Lance took a slow breath. “Well, a few months ago, I went over to their home for dinner and Trina put forth a most determined case for joining the ERB. She was difficult to refuse and now I go over most weeks, I was there last night in fact. We had a delicious meal and when we were finished, I had Trina for dessert.”

Something in Lance’s voice changed, it seemed lower, huskier almost primal.

I shifted nervously beside him. “What do you mean you had Trina for dessert?”

Lance looked up at me, his steely gray eyes locked on mine. “I mean I bent her over her dining table and had my way with her.”

“No,” I gasped. Prissy little Trina, there was no way. Lance was attractive but still. Little miss stepford wife sleeping with her husband’s boss it couldn’t be true. Not to mention Frank, he would never let someone else sleep with his wife. “Frank would never allow it.”

“Frank sat in his chair and watched us like a good little boy. Like he always does,” Lance replied.

There was an air of authority about him now. Not the genteel friendly figure who’d been trading banter with us for the last hour. For the first time I was seeing Lance, my husband’s boss, a man who was in charge in every room he entered. I considered taking a step away from him, but I couldn’t. There was something magnetic about him.

“I don’t believe it,” Ralph replied, “Not possible.”

“Think about it Ralph,” Lance replied. “It’s the only logical explanation, for how he survived the screwup on the Atlas Project. They had me over to dinner and Trina threw herself at me. I accepted.”

“And you,” I murmured unable to finish the sentence.

“Visit regularly to enjoy her attentions,” Lance replied. “Don’t misunderstand me. Trina made up for Frank a long time ago. She has be back because she can’t get enough of me.”

“And Frank watches?” Ralph said, shaking his head.

“Turns out he likes a show,” Lance replied. “I’m not one to judge. Everyone has their own preferences, things that turn them on. Mine is enjoying other men’s wives. It’s how the ERB was formed.”

“Oh?” I stammered suddenly feeling a little flustered at the direction the discussion had taken. Ralph wanted into the ERB, but neither of us had any idea what that would entail. Did Lance expect something from me? “What is the ERB exactly.”

Lance smiled wolfishly at me. “It stands for Executive Relief and Benefits. I’m the Executive, those that help relieve me, get benefits. Those who’ve participated have found me to be quite generous, both in bed and with the bonuses. I’ve never had someone leave the ERB.”

He said that with a degree of pride that sent a tingle through me as I stood at his side.

Lance continued. “I can’t tell you why they do it. But each of them gets something they are looking for. Some have thoroughly whipped their husbands and want the thrill of a strong hand in the bedroom. Others like to show off for their man. Some simply enjoy the money and are happy to be a part of the arrangement.”

“What do you get out of it?” I asked. “Surely you could buy any companionship that you want. Why trouble yourself with your employee’s wives?”

Lance thought about it for a moment. “I enjoy everything about it, but most of all I think there are two things. One, I like to push a woman’s boundaries help her experience the kind of thrills she would never normally indulge in. And two, I like to take care of these women, both sexually and financially. It gives my wealth purpose. Some of them think of me as their sugar daddy, and I can’t lie. I love my sugar.”

“I just can’t believe it,” Ralph muttered, “how has no one said anything about this?”

Lance shrugged. “Everyone is well taken care of. I mean I’m sure the husbands are jealous, who wouldn’t be, but I guess they consider the perks worth it. Besides I require absolute discretion. Couples join the ERB of their own accord, but it can’t be discussed outside the club without forfeiting your employment. I protect the interests of those who participate, vigorously.”

That made sense. Reynolds Capital was the best employer in Tall Springs, no one was going to risk losing their job for something they’d asked to be a part of in the first place.

“So that’s the ERB, but like I said, I came here to celebrate with you, not recruit you to the club. Membership is pretty full right now anyway,” Lance looked up at me. His words might have brushed it off, but his eyes said he wanted me. He couldn’t hide the hunger in them. “Besides, I’m sure Ralph has your needs well and truly met, doesn’t he?”

The question hung in the air for a moment as I caught my breath. I hadn’t expected him to be that forward. My legs trembled a little as I fought to find the right response. I mean, Ralph and I had sex. It wasn’t bad, but I had dated a lot before Ralph. The kinds of men you’d never consider marrying but they had done things in bed I only wished I could get Ralph to try. And to be honest he’d been so busy lately that our intimacy wasn’t what it had been.

Lance looked at Ralph. “That’s never a good sign Ralph. You might be hitting home runs at the office, but I would sincerely hope you aren’t ignoring this deliciously beautiful wife you have here at home. She’s the envy of the office, any of your colleagues would take your place in an instant.”

Ralph gulped nervously, “I. Uh. Well.”

“Oh Ralph,” Lance said, a hint of disappointment heavy in his voice. I felt something against my calf, sliding smoothly against my skin. I glanced down and realized it was Lance’s hand.

I was standing on his right and his body blocked Ralph’s view of my legs as his firm hand pressed against my leg. I knew it shouldn’t, but his firm grip felt good, sending a tingle of sensation through me as his hand climbed higher up my leg.

“Tell me Ralph, when was the last time you had sex with your wife?” Lance asked as his hand slid past my knee.

I drew a sharp breath, as my heart began to beat faster. Was Lance just teasing me? Was he just trying to find out how far I would let him go in front of my husband?

All I had was questions, and no answers as his strong hand slid beneath the hem of my dress. I knew I should say something, or step away from him. Anything to stop his progress as his hand slid tantalizingly closer to my sex.

I could feel the effect he was having on my body, and my body wanted more.

“A week,” Ralph said voice a little husky.

Lance gasped theatrically. “Oh Ralph. That won’t do at all. I expected better of you.”

My husband’s boss reprimanded him even as his hand reached the thin fabric of the black thong I was wearing. I could feel him cupping my bare ass in his palm as his index finger massaged my lips through the satin.

I could feel the dampness growing as he played with my panties, and my heart beat faster when I realized he could most certainly feel it too.

Lance looked up at me. “And when was the last time you climaxed Alexis?”

I wasn’t expecting the question and I was completely distracted by his hand’s motion between my legs. It just felt too good and as I stared into those steely eyes I whispered, “Two weeks ago.”

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it, and as I looked at Ralph he looked down at the floor. Our sex last week had not been the best with my husband lasting all of a few minutes before shooting his load over my ass. I’d seen it coming and faked an orgasm to protect his feelings.

Now he knew the truth and so did his boss.

“Well, that explains your interest in the ERB,” Lance replied. “At first I thought it was just the money, but I thought that didn’t quite add up for you Alexis. I know Ralph is after the prestige, but I couldn’t see what you were wanting out of the arrangement. Now I can. I must say I’m tempted by the proposition.”

“I didn’t say we wanted to join,” Ralph stammered. “I just wanted to know what it was.”

Lance’s finger ran along the edge of my panties, and I could feel him working it inside them. If I didn’t stop him soon, my husband’s boss was going to be inside my pussy. I knew I needed to say something, but at the same time I was faced with the truth.

His fingers just felt so damn good.

I wanted to feel those strong hands slide my panties to the side and test the warm depths of my sex. Lance clearly had no trouble taking control of a situation, and I wanted to give it to him. I wanted to know what he’d do to me, what he’d make me do.

The thought that Ralph was sitting only feet away just made it hotter. I wanted to be caught with his hand inside me, I wanted Lance to take me, here now. I needed him to show Ralph what I needed. I had no doubt in my mind that Lance knew how to satisfy a woman. Maybe if Ralph saw how it was done, I wouldn’t need to rely on my little glass friend.

I was at the crossroads, and I made my decision. I shifted my legs further apart, consciously allowing Lance the freedom to do what he pleased.

He took it without hesitation, his finger brushing aside my panties while the other slid into my wet pussy. Lance smiled up at me, clearly pleased with my decision.

“Well Ralph, clearly your curious. As is your wife and I certainly can’t leave here knowing that this beautiful wife of yours has gone two weeks without an orgasm.”

Lance’s fingers dove inside me and I let out a gasp. I looked down at my dress which seemed to be hiding most of the motion but knew it wouldn’t be long until Ralph noticed what was up. I couldn’t stop now though, it felt too good.

There was something deliciously taboo about being fingered by Lance in front of my husband and as his strong hand worked insistently against me, I could feel my pleasure mounting. I couldn’t stop now, I needed this.

I placed my hands on the table, which only served to lift my ass towards Lance. Giving both him and my husband a better view.

“I think I’d like you to leave,” Ralph muttered. “We won’t mention the ERB to anyone, but we don’t want any part of it.”

“I think you and your wife might have different feelings on the ERB,” Lance replied, quickening his pace. “Tell him Lexi, would you like to be a part of the ERB?”

I looked at Ralph, his eyes were wide with disbelief.

“I think I’d like to know more,” I whispered.

Ralph’s jaw dropped.

“That’s it, Lexi, be honest. Tell your husband what you want,” Lance demanded. “Tell him what you’ve let his boss do to you.”

I could feel my climax building deep inside me.

I reached behind me and raised my dress so Ralph could see my bare ass with Lance’s hand inside my panties, clearly fingering me furiously.

“I’m sorry honey, I let your boss finger me. He’s just so good at it.”

Ralph’s face flushed red. “Get your hands off my wife.”

“No,” I shouted, “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

Ralph deflated like he’d been punched in the guts, but it was too late.

My orgasm exploded through me and I collapsed forward onto the table, next to the apple pie as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through my body.

“That, Ralph is how you take care of your wife,” Lance said, with an air of satisfaction in his voice.

I was breathing heavily as I came down from my climax, I didn’t know what to say. Ralph had just watched his boss give me my first orgasm in two weeks and it felt incredible.

For his part Lance started pushing his plates and the pie further forward on the table, creating a space in front of his chair.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ralph asked, “I told you I wanted you to leave.”

Lance turned to Ralph. “I’ll leave as soon as Lexi asks me to, in the meantime I plan to enjoy my dessert, now sit there and be quiet. I don’t employ people who are incapable of following basic directions.”

That threat was more than clear enough for Ralph, he shut up real fast. Aside from Reynolds Cap, his options in Tall Springs were severely limited. Lance owned the town and held influence over most of the businesses there.

He had also said he would leave if I asked him too, so I knew he wasn’t trying to force me into anything. He clearly just wanted Ralph out of the way.

I felt bad for Ralph, he was my husband, but there was something exciting about Lance. I felt a magnetism toward him that I couldn’t shake, and I knew in my heart I didn’t want him to leave.

“Yes, dear. Sit there and be a good boy while I take care of your boss. He’s been so good to us since you joined the company.”

Lance rolled me onto my back. “I like the sound of that, Lexi. But first, I’d like to taste you.”

He reached down, grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. Then before I could say a word he scooped my ankles up, threw them over his shoulders and dove into my pussy.

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