by Ben Boswell
“I bet.”
“No. Literally. A porn star. Avi likes to watch, so he brought in a ringer.”
“You had sex with a porn star?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t realize it at first. But then the coming on command, insta-boners, and his exceptional sense of viewing angles sort of tipped me off.”
“Did they film you?”
She shook her head. “No. This is Avi’s private hobby.”
“So he didn’t have sex with you?”
“I didn’t say that. Watching me get fucked is like foreplay for him. He’s a lot like you.”
I bristled at the comparison.
“You don’t like me saying that?” she asked.
“I’m nothing like him. You’re not just some live sex performer to me.”
“I’m not to him either. He spent most of last night telling me I was the perfect woman. Well, when he wasn’t….”
“Fucking you?”
She grinned. “Well, ultimately, but not until he was done licking me clean.”
My eyes went wide.
“Okay, so maybe he’s kinkier than you are.”
“Maybe.”
She glanced at her watch. “I only have a few minutes.” She reached down and pulled aside her skimpy bottom, flashing me her shaved snatch. “Wanna do it?”
When I dithered, she began to rub herself, her lips cleaving open to reveal the slick, pink flesh within.
“Manny didn’t hesitate,” she teased.
“He’s a pro.”
“Mmm, yeah, he is.”
She leaned back against a sideboard, spreading her legs wider.
“He has a beautiful cock,” she said. “Big, but not too big. Very pretty. It looked so hot sliding into my pussy.”
She spread her snatch further. Her finger flicked at her clit. I edged closer. She reached out and pulled me in by the waistband. She craned her neck and kissed me, hard and wet, either not noticing or not caring about my morning breath. She freed my prick and stroked it roughly until I was hard, and then as we continued to kiss, she placed the head against her hot, slick entrance.
“Did you screw in the car?”
“Mmmm, yeah,” she cooed. “Avi told me he liked to watch, and then he eased my knees apart. Manny got on the floor between my legs. He leaned forward to lick me, but I stopped him.”
“Why?”
She giggled. “Because I was already wet. Because I knew Avi would rather watch me getting fucked than eaten. And because I knew I’d enjoy Manny’s cock more than his tongue.”
“You’re such a slut.”
“No, if I were a slut I’d have fucked Manny on the plane like I fantasized about. I was just doing this for Avi.”
“Just like you do it just for me,” I replied.
Her eyes sparkled. “You talk too much.”
She reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, sliding my cock into her eager cunt.
“Mmmm, that’s it, Baby.”
I hated myself for giving in to her. I was the third man to fuck her in the past day. How pathetic was that? But, God, it felt so good. She sucked on my tongue, and wrapped her slender leg around my waist. Had she done that for Manny?
She seemed to read my mind. “That’s nice, Baby,” she cooed as I churned into her. “Just like Manny did it.”
She leaned back and slid the triangles of fabric off her breasts, exposing her hard, red nipples. They looked like ripe raspberries and too tasty to resist. I leaned forward and sucked one and then the other hard into my mouth as I continued to fuck her tight hole.
“Oh God, Bill, you’re going to make me come.”
She locked her ankles behind my back and cupped my head. I sucked harder on her tit. She hissed in pain, but just held tighter. I pounded into her, driving her upper back into the hallway wall with a thump.
I’m not sure who came first. She arched her back, just as I buried myself inside her with a particularly savage thrust. She grunted. I cursed into her cleavage. And then we both relaxed at the same time, gasping for breath.
She laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“Knowing I’ve been with other men really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I replied defensively.
She disentangled from me and began pulling herself together.
“Uh huh,” she replied skeptically. “You should talk to Avi about it.”
“Fuck him,” I grunted.
She chuckled. “Oh, I will. And Manny too. And if you’re clever about it, you’ll get to watch all of it.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
She reached down and picked up the room key I’d dropped. With a smile, she placed it into the pocket of my tee-shirt. She patted my chest.
“See you around, Sweetie.”
She turned, and with her cunt full of my come, sashayed from the room to rejoin her other lovers.
***
I am not sure why a resort where rooms start at $400 a night needs a VIP area. Isn’t the whole place already exclusive enough. Are the super-rich really so snobby as to need an escape from the merely wealthy?
I took a deep breath. I was putting a class struggle sheen on what was really bothering me, which was the realization that it was another area I couldn’t give Terri what she really wanted or deserved either.
I didn’t even know this Avi, and it was surely too soon to worry about Terri falling for him. But shit. The guy was a prestigious doctor, rich, and more enthusiastically into the whole idea of watching Terri with other men. I didn’t think she’d leave me for him, not really at least, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she wasn’t at least idly fantasizing about how much easier life with Avi would be.
I pulled the Platinum Club key out of my pocket. I was tempted to throw it in the trash, grab a cab, go back to Chicago and wait for Terri there. Actually, I wasn’t tempted. I should have been tempted. I wanted to be tempted to do it. But even as I held the card over the waste basket, I knew I was performing a Hamlet act for a non-existent audience.
The sex left me drained. My hangover, momentarily forgotten, had returned with a vengeance. I wanted to crawl back into bed, but I knew I wouldn’t do that either.
After a long shower, I slipped on my sunglasses and went downstairs. I felt awkward as I approached the inner sanctum. I knew I didn’t really belong there.
Are you a guest of the Platinum Club?
No, but one of your guests is banging my wife, so it’s okay.
I straightened my shoulders and strode up to the gate. I held up my key and entered with hesitation.
“Excuse me, sir?” chimed the overly cheery young woman at the entrance.
I slumped. Fuck. Caught. I turned to face her. She was young, very pretty. A blonde in a pixie cut with big, blue eyes, and dressed in white shorts and polo shirt. I caught a glimpse of her shapely, tanned legs. She held a clipboard.
“Yes?”
“Um,” she said in an apologetic tone, “I just need to get your room number.”
“Ah… Villa 3,” I replied.
“Dr. Termernian?”
I stifled a groan. This wasn’t going to end well.
No, I’m Manny the fuck toy.
“I’m a friend of his.”
She smiled and pulled out a clipboard which I guessed contained a list of authorized visitors.
“And your name?”
I peered through the palms and into the pool area. There was Terri, laying out, face down in front of a poolside cabana, very much looking the part of trophy wife or mistress or whatever the fuck they imagined her as. Luckily, she happened to look up at that moment. Our eyes met. She realized my predicament.
She lifted her head and instantly an attendant appeared. She spoke a few words to him. He looked in my direction.
“Your name, sir?” the pixie prompted again.
But before I could answer, she followed my gaze. The attendant by my wife nodded.
“Please go right in,
sir,” she said brightly as if my entry had never been in doubt.
I was grateful for Terri’s intervention, but now even more unsure about myself. Should I walk over to her? Would anyone notice if I didn’t? I decided I was being more self-conscious than I needed to be. After all, people in this part of the hotel were paying a pretty penny and the staff were surely trained to exercise discretion.
I hadn’t eaten yet, so I made my way to the pool bar. Terri followed me surreptitiously with her eyes. She gave me an almost imperceptible nod.
As I sat down, I noticed Avi join her on the lounge chair. He caressed her back, and then leaned down to kiss on the mouth.
A man next to me snorted. It was Manny. He was also watching Terri, the bartender leaning across the bar conspiratorially. Manny was in tight trunks and an open Hawaiian shirt. I caught myself glancing at his package, wondering what a porn star might be packing.
“That guy really loves salty kisses,” Manny noted.
“He really paid your way down here to fuck his wife?” the bartender asked. I notice his nametag read Dwayne.
“They’re not married yet. But they should be. He loved watching her get fucked, and she can’t get enough. Even after I fucked her raw last night, she was still soaking wet for me just now, right up until when I pulled out and nutted right in her mouth.”
“Damn, I wouldn’t mind knocking off a piece myself,” Dwayne said.
That prompted me to take a closer look at him. He was a tall, well-built black man, with close-cropped hair. Muscular, handsome.
Manny laughed. “I bet we can arrange that.”
“Wouldn’t mind at all,” Dwayne repeated.
He straightened himself up and looked up and down the bar. Luckily, he hadn’t taken my order yet, so my staring at him wasn’t suspicious. Still I could see him calculating whether what I’d heard and whether he might be in trouble. He decided to jolly his way through it. He smiled brightly.
“Good morning,” he said. He glanced at his watch. “Afternoon, now. What may I get you?”
I ordered a margarita and a cheeseburger. I wasn’t quite sure what would happen next. Even after all the craziness, this situation didn’t fit into any script I was familiar with. At some point, I think Terri expected me to sneak into their villa, but surely she didn’t expect me to spend the whole day in there waiting for… whatever.
As I ate, I scoped out the pool deck. It was less crowded than the main part of the resort. Many of the guests lounged inside well-appointed cabanas with fans and daybeds. The women tended to be younger and sexier than the men, a reminder of how we tend to turn attractive women into commodities to be possessed.
But then again, most women lack the self-assurance to use that leverage for themselves. Terri was exceptional in that regard as well. She was crafting for herself a situation where she might permanently have her cake and eat it too: A loving husband, great kids, and the reliability of domesticity; the fun and luxury of weekends away with a wealthy and open-minded suitor; and, of course, an endless stream of young, hot-bodied, big-cocked lovers.
Not for the first time, I resented her for how easily she played me. And now, more than ever, it felt like she was conditioning me to accept this life. There was an implicit threat too. Well, two of them. The first was the Mike model. If I pushed her, she might find a man who got off not just on her, but on tormenting me. The second, of course, was the idea that she might one day leave me if I didn’t accept her assignations. Faced with the possibility of losing her or having to live with Mike’s taunts, I had little choice but to accept and even feel grateful about silly larks like Brian, Avi, Manny, and now….
She was approaching. Without even the fig leaf of her crochet wrap, she was truly pornographic in her tiny suit. Her high-heeled cork sandals lengthened her already long legs. Her breasts jiggled with each step. With her sunglasses, blond hair, and impish smile, she embodied lascivious intent.
Through her tinted lenses, I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or at Manny or maybe even at Dwayne who was lurking behind us wiping down the bar. Most likely, she was taking in the entire tableau, working out in her twisted little mind a scenario that would be naughty and fun, at least for her.
I don’t know if she was doing it on purpose, but the angle of her head and the path she took toward the bar made it impossible to discern her intent. The worst case scenario flashed through my mind -- an embarrassing scene where Terri identified me as her husband in front of both her rich suitor and her porn star lover. Was that her planned punishment for me having tried to deny her first Chucky and then Mike?
Closer, closer, still no tell about her plans. I could feel my heart pounding. I suppressed an urge to run. And then, just as I was about to break, she angled her body slightly away from me and melted into Manny’s arms. As she did, she flashed me a quick grin, and then turned to do the same to Avi. I gazed at him. Avi was staring at my wife, with unconcealed ardor.
“Hey beautiful,” Manny said.
His hand rested possessively on her lower back, his pinkie sliding beneath the string of her bikini, a detail that signaled to anyone watching that he’d had her and would again whenever he wanted.
“Hey yourself,” she singsonged back at him.
“You back for more already?” he taunted.
She laughed. “You know I can’t get enough,” she replied, loudly enough for both me and Dwayne to hear, which was surely the point.
“Do you know my friend Dwayne?” Manny asked.
“I haven’t had the pleasure.” She held out her hand and batted her eyelashes at him as they shook.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he replied.
“Not yet,” she teased.
From across the pool, I noticed Avi staring intently at the developing situation, his expression hungry, eager.
Manny noticed as well. He chuckled. “Looks like our friend likes the idea of mixing things up too.”
“Mmmm,” replied Terri. “As long as I come back to him after, he’s up for anything.”
Was she speaking about Avi or me?
“So, what do you think, Terri? You want to take him for a spin?”
She eyed Dwayne appraisingly.
“He’s got a good body,” she noted. “How’s his cock?”
Dwayne grinned. “Only one way to find out.”
She laughed. “You gonna send me a dick pic on Snapchat?”
“Okay, more than one way,” he admitted. “I was thinking something more personal.”
“Yeah, I guessed that,” Terri replied. “Do you mind an audience?”
I shivered, expecting them to look toward me. Then I realized she was talking about Avi instead. This was all getting confusing, just as Terri surely intended.
“With you, Baby,” Dwayne crooned, “I’d do it at the Superbowl half-time show.”
“That won’t be necessary,” she chuckled. “Alright, come on.”
“Really?” he sputtered.
I almost laughed as Dwayne’s cool collapsed. I think he thought they were just joking around.
Terri smiled. “Yeah. Need to pace poor Manny over here. Otherwise, he won’t make it.” She good-naturedly patted his crotch.
To his credit, Dwayne recovered quickly. “Alright!”
He ducked out from behind the bar and appeared beside my wife. She took his hand and walked him back toward Avi. For a moment, I couldn’t stop staring at Terri and her new man, and when I finally tore my gaze away I noticed that everyone else was also following the progress of the barely-dressed, blond bombshell and the handsome, white-clad, African-American bartender.
I wondered what I was supposed to do next? Was Terri going to bring him back to the villa? I didn’t see how I could sneak in ahead of them, and anyway, I hadn’t actually scoped it out.
As it turned out, that didn’t matter. They approached Avi, who was smiling awkwardly. Although Avi and Terri didn’t have a long relationship, I could tell that he thought of her as his and that he was
feeling the nauseous thrill of seeing his woman with another man. Or maybe I was just projecting my emotions onto him. Still, there was something familiar and painful about the way he stood there, a third wheel, and the way he uncomfortably hesitated before following them inside the cabana and pulling shut the curtained opening.
I moved before my mind caught up to my actions. I threaded my way around the pool, and ducked onto the path that ran behind the cabanas. I approached Avi’s from behind, taking care that I wasn’t being observed, not that I am sure I would have cared. I sought out a gap in the fabric, but there was none, unless I wanted to squeeze in underneath.
I didn’t need to in order to know what was going on inside. Terri was making it perfectly obvious. From within the cabana I could hear the sounds of kissing, licking, slurping, gagging. Even without any visuals, it was wildly raunchy. And the lack of direct observation didn’t preclude me from explicitly visualizing what was going on inside: Terri on her knees, tits outs, slobbering all over a big black dick. I could picture his huge cock churning into her wet mouth, streams of spit dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. Her hands massaging his heavy, come-filled balls.
“Damn, suck that cock, you dirty whore’,” Dwayne exclaimed.
I thought I could hear Avi’s rapid breaths as he watched her go. Her tongue flicking around Dwayne’s thick shaft, her mouth opened wide to admit his girth, her hands squishing up and down his length. Sloppy. Nasty. Dirty.
“Mmmm, yeah,” she cooed. “You want to titty-fuck me with your big cock?”
Dwayne grunted affirmatively.
I pictured his slick member sliding between her pendulous breasts. Her painted fingertips pressing her flesh together to create an enticing channel. Her pink tongue jutting out to taste the pre-come leaking from his prick.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned.
“Come in my mouth,” she said.
I heard Avi squeak in excitement.
“Oh yeah,” Dwayne exclaimed.
I could almost see his sticky load shoot in the air, arcing into my wife’s open mouth, coating her lips, dripping onto her erect nipples. More sucking sounds, and I knew she was now drinking down his thick come, one hand kneading his balls and the other pumping his shaft to make sure she got every, last drop.