The Cuckold Club: Interracial Liaison

My husband’s boss was just the beginning…

For Alexis’ earlier sexcapades, check out Executive Relief P1 | P2 | P3

I groaned as my bedroom came back into focus. No, no, no, no, no. I’d been having such a delicious dream, and now the disappointing reality of my present was starting to set it. I’d been naked astride a man that bore a striking resemblance to Lance Reynolds, my husband’s boss.

I felt around in the bed and found my husband, it wasn’t hard his snoring was likely what had woken me in the first place. I shook him a little, hoping to wake him up. Maybe if I could stir him into action, I could finish what I’d started in my dreams. He wasn’t Lance, but let’s be honest, few men are built like that.

Still, I was all excited and I needed a release. I shook him again, but still nothing.

Argghh. Come on Ralph, your wife needs it. Wake up.

My mental urging did nothing to rouse his comatose form and I sank back into the mattress. Thoroughly disappointed and feeling a little exasperated. It was three days since his boss had come to dinner, and in that time, he’d hardly said a word.

Given, that dinner had not gone how we anticipated. We’d been looking for a promotion and instead our lives had been turned inside out. Ralph shuffled to and from the office each day, coming and going with barely a word. My attempts to lure him into bed after the incident had fallen flat and while I knew why, it was growing increasingly frustrated.

Ralph had bought up the ERB, how was I to know I’d have such a good time? I’d figured Lance for the kindly fatherly CEO, not the alpha male who’d take control of my body while my husband watched helplessly from across the table.

His protests had been nominal as he watched his boss bring me to climax after climax.

Just thinking of it was getting me excited again. I looked at Ralph once more, and decided I’d had enough waiting. I ran my hand down over my stomach and into my silk panties. I could feel the moistness as I tan my fingers up and down my lips.

I gently parted the folds and explored myself. It had been a while since I’d had some self-love but I was just too worked up to get back to sleep. I teased a finger in and out as I thought of Lance. Hell, I’d need three fingers, or more to pretend it was him. I considered going looking for my glass friend but didn’t want to wake Ralph by getting out of bed.

I stroked myself as I thought of Lance, and his strong arms as he flipped my legs over his shoulders. I could still remember the feel of that massive member as it forced its way into me.

It felt so damn good.

With two fingers I flicked back and forth across my clit, imagining the feel of lance’s arms around my thighs as he pulled me into him. Impaling me on every stroke. Mmm. He was bigger than I had believed possible, and he knew how to use every inch.

I could feel my excitement building as I thought back to that evening on my dining table. Ralph watching from his place at the table as his boss claimed me. I remembered the look on his face as he gave up, and started stroking himself.

Was that why Ralph was acting so strange? I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but he’d actually gotten off to his boss having his way with me. I couldn’t blame him, it was hot as hell, I’d had three orgasms, but now that I thought of it. He’d clearly enjoyed himself enough to finish.

Had he really enjoyed being cuckolded by his boss? He certainly hadn’t protested enough to put a stop to it.

To be honest, I don’t know that I would have stopped, even if he had.

As my excitement built, I thought of Lance and what I would do if he was here. In my mind’s eye Ralph lay watching us as I mounted his boss and gave him the ride of his life. I could just imagine what it would feel like to lower myself onto that huge shaft.

I’d never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I was finding the thought of my husband watching us to be incredibly arousing. With one hand I cupped my breast and squeezed my nipple, with the other I stroked feverishly at my clit, my eyes closing as my orgasm erupted through me.

I closed my eyes and turned muffling my moans into my pillow as the spasms of pleasure pulsed through my body.

Mmmm. The release felt so good. As the pleasure subsided I found myself wondering how the ERB worked. Maybe I could call Lance and see if my services were required.

What would Ralph think about that? Would it excite him? Or would it result in more sullenness? Would that stop me if it did?

So many questions filled my mind as I pulled the sheet up and sleep overtook me.

When I woke, the house was empty. It seems like Ralph was content to let things be as awkward as possible for the foreseeable future. I busied myself about the house, taking care of a few chores and cleaning. It was certainly a task that was made slower by my daydreaming as I went about them.

It was hard to wipe down the kitchen bench, without imagining Lance bending me over it. The lounge room was a veritable mountain of surfaces that he might make use of and don’t even get me started on making the bed.

There was something deliciously taboo about the thought of my husband’s boss taking me in our bed. My night of fitful play there came simmering back to the surface of my mind as I contemplated what he might do to me.

What was happening to me? I’d always liked sex, but something had awoken inside of me and now I felt like a sex-starved fiend. I’d never had three orgasms in one day before, let alone back-to-back. Lance certainly knew what he was doing, that thick weapon he was wielding didn’t hurt either.

I threw the laundry I was carrying onto the bed. This just wouldn’t do. I couldn’t just walk around all day, daydreaming about Lance. I needed someone to sate my appetites, and I needed them now.

The doorbell brought my thoughts back to the present and I raced downstairs. Looking through the peephole I found a courier waiting on my front steps.

He was tall, dark and built like an NFL linebacker.

“Hi,” I said as I opened the door. “Sorry to keep you, I was upstairs.”

“Not a problem, ma’am. I have a package for you,” he said, his voice a silky-smooth baritone.

I’ll bet you do. I thought to myself and found myself almost licking my lips in anticipation. What the hell was wrong with me?

“I’ll just need you to sign right here,” the man continued, tapping a form on top of the box.

“No worries, let me get that,” I answered, taking the pen and hastily scrawling my name. Part of me wanted to invite him in to set it down on the counter, but the rest of me was screaming that it was a terrible idea. My husband might not be able to do anything about Lance, but I dare say he’d have issues if I rode our postman. Even if he was looking mighty fine today.

I sucked in a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

“Is everything ok, ma’am,” the man asked.

I looked him in his almond-colored eyes and smiled. “Sure is, just a touch hot out here.”

He handed over the packaged and waved. “You have a good day then.”

As he headed down to his van, I felt a pang of regret over not inviting him in, then shook it off. Maybe I needed a cold shower or something to cool down.

I carried the parcel into the kitchen bench and set it down. It was addressed to me, but I couldn’t recall ordering anything recently. I took a knife from the block and proceeded to cut through the plain brown paper wrapping.

Inside it was a charcoal black box tied with gold ribbon. I set the knife down and began untying the ribbon. The box itself was large, about three feet long, by two feet wide, and perhaps eight inches deep.

I pulled off the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. There was a layer of decorative paper on top of which sat a card with an inscription, and a brand-new phone. I set the phone aside and picked up the card. It read:

‘Alexis, I so enjoyed our time together the other evening and look forward to seeing you again soon. These are for you. Keep the phone with you at all times, you never know when I will need you. My number is the only one in it, should you need anything at all. Simply let me know and it will be provided. As a member of the ERB you may be at my beck and call but you will want for nothing, least of all pleasure. I will call for you soon. When I do, come to my office, wearing nothing but the contents of this box. Lance.’

The last line sent a shiver down my spine.

I liked the sound of that, and that was what scared me.

I removed a layer of paper packaging and found a black cashmere coat. I didn’t recognize the brand, but it felt heavenly against my skin. It had to have cost a small fortune. I lifted it out of the box and held it against me. The coat was stunning, but it would barely reach past my ass. I hoped there was a little more to Lance’s outfit of choice. I imagined walking through Reynolds Capital in just the coat, it would be utterly scandalous.

Setting the coat on the table, I reached into the box and found a set of red stiletto heels, with diamante studded straps, they were sexy as hell. Lance certainly had excellent taste, if he kept this up, the ERB was going to do wonderful things for my wardrobe, not to mention my sex life.

The last part of Lance’s care package was a set of scarlet red lingerie. The bra was an open-cup shelf bra that would do nothing to hide my modesty. If anything, it would only serve to raise and display my breasts more prominently. The matching panties had an open crotch, and while I hadn’t worn a set like them before, I was intrigued at the possibilities.

Together the outfit was deliciously inviting. Clearly Lance was enjoying himself, but even more apparent was his intention of enjoying me. As I looked at the outfit, the phone began to ring.

I jumped at the unexpected sound until I recognized the opening lines of Beyonce’s Naughty Girl.

The cheeky bastard.

I picked up the phone and answered it.

“Tall Spring’s Bar and Grill. How should I direct your call?”

The rich sound of Lance’s laughter filled the line. “I’d like to make a reservation.”

“Oh?” I replied. “When were you looking to dine with us?”

“Today at 2:00pm,” Lance replied.

“That’s awfully presumptuous,” I replied, but I think we can make it work. “Would you like me to send you a menu, or do you have something in mind?”

“Oh, I know what I’ll be having,” Lance chuckled. “See that you’re here on time. I’d hate for you to miss out on your surprise.”

With that Lance cut the call. Something I was grateful for as I had no idea how to respond. What was he talking about? What surprise? And what did you say to your husband’s boss when he’d as much as told you he knew exactly what he wanted.

I looked at the scanty lingerie and the cashmere coat. It wasn’t an outfit, it was the icing on the cake he planned to savor. I could feel the anticipation building as I remembered him taking me right here, on my dining table.

The thought sent a thrill threw me and I could feel myself getting wet. Lance was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Even in front of his employee.

Guilt rolled over me as I realized that was the first thought I’d given my husband since the package arrived. I’d received Lance’s instructions and was already picturing myself bent over his office desk, I hadn’t given a thought to my husband or what he might say. Did it matter?

I’d joined the ERB, and perks aside, my body was craving the attention Lance had given me. I wanted more, and I couldn’t wait. Fortunately, the call had come quickly. 2:00pm meant I could meet up with Lance and still make it home before Ralph.

It’s not like I was hiding it from him, as much as I didn’t want to ask his permission. I suppose I didn’t want to have to ignore his protestations. I knew what I needed, and I was going to get it.

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