Chapter Four
Melissa looked at her husband while he drove through the city streets. Melissa was excited and nervous. Last night he said he'd take her to a place that allowed all types of fantasies to take place. They were headed there now, but could fantasy really work in reality?
“Stop worrying. Nothing will happen you don’t want to,” Bruce told her.
“What about our marriage?” Melissa had heard so many stories about marriages failing over something like this and she didn’t want that to happen to them.
“I love you, Melissa. This is just an extension of my love for you. Nothing will affect our marriage. If you don’t like it tonight we’ll leave but at least we’ll know.”
Melissa was reassured to a certain extent, but she hoped that he was right.
“You look sexy as hell,” he complimented.
Melissa wore a small, tight, black miniskirt that emphasised her gorgeous, smooth legs and fulsome hips and a corset pushing her tits up to show their delicious size. The chill from the night air coming through the partially opened window was perfect. She wore no panties and she loved it, the feel of the cool air caressing her wet lips. Melissa was pleased Bruce convinced her to dress for the occasion.
“Thank you. You look hot, too.” Bruce wore casual black trousers with a white T-shirt and he was all muscle, full of masculine appeal.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Open your legs wider.” Melissa opened her legs as far as the seat would allow, crying out as Bruce leaned over and flicked one finger between her folds.
“You're fucking wet. I can smell you from here. You’ll drive me crazy tonight and you’ll love it, babe. I can feel it.”
“What are you doing to me?” she gasped, fisting her hands into her seat.
“Playing with my wife,” he replied innocently.
“Anyone can see,” she moaned as he swirled a finger around her pulsing clit. The fire of need consuming her.
“You taste so sweet,” Bruce said, sticking his finger between his lips and sucking as they moaned together.
He alternated between stroking her clit and sucking on his finger all the way to this place he’d mentioned where the front gate was huge and there was an intercom. Melissa couldn’t see what lay beyond the gates as rows of bushes and trees covered the view but it all looked very dark and mysterious.
“Can I help you?” a voice broke through the eerie silence on the intercom.
“Bruce and Melissa are here. I phoned earlier.”
She heard a buzz and the gates opened automatically. The drive was long and dark.
“Have you been here before?” Melissa asked, wondering what she might not know about her husband.
“Several times before I met you. It’s reserved for those who can afford to belong,” he told her. “This is exclusive, Melissa. I need you to behave and not make any scenes. If you don’t like anything you see, just tell me and we’ll leave.”
“Okay, I'll admit I was a little worried but now I feel like a child,” she admitted. He’d never behaved like this before, let alone ordered her as if she were ten. It was alright to do during sex, but she didn’t like it now.
“Let’s just say this is seriously exclusive and
reserved for those who can pay for the guarantee of anonymity. You’ll probably
see some people you know. The rules are kind of like that thing with
Vegas, you know. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Let’s just say if it doesn’t stay in here,
there will literally be hell to pay. Anyone abuses this place and life becomes
fucking difficult. You know I don’t think of you as a child.”
“Should we be here?” she asked.
“Melissa, you’ll love this place.”
They pulled up in front of a huge, dark mansion. A middle-aged man came out of nowhere and helped her out of her seat. It all seemed above board and proper protocol. She wondered if they’d come to the right place while trying to pull her corset up.
“Thanks, Howard,” Bruce said to the man, handing
him his keys.
“Nice to see you again, Bruce.” Howard turned to her.
“This is my wife, Melissa.” Bruce placed a warm hand around her waist.
“Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” She nodded with nervous anticipation, but didn’t say anything.
“See you later, Howard,” Bruce said as the guy took their car. “Are you ready?”
Melissa looked up at the house and nodded. She wanted to scream that she’d
never be ready but another part of her was impatient to see what waited behind the doors.
“How will we find our way around?” Melissa asked as they made their way into the house, wishing she didn’t feel so naïve.
“It’s for you to explore on your own. It’s supposed to make you feel more relaxed.” Bruce took her hand, leading her down a long hallway where soft music drifted around them, slow and intense. He opened the last door in the hallway leading into a darkened room, and as her eyes adjusted to the small light available, she let out a gasp.
There were several naked men, but that’s not what made her gasp. Other men were watching as women sucked on their cocks.
“What is this?” she asked, not disgusted as her pussy was creaming at all the blatant sex on display before her eyes.
“This is where men get to watch their partners. Some men really crave seeing their partners being fucked by a woman.”
“Two men?” she croaked.
“Yes, babe. Men have cravings too, even two men in a relationship. To watch a woman give your partner absolute pleasure but to also know it’s you he or she will be going home with can be quite the heady experience.”
They moved through the room stopping to watch as each couple progressed. Bruce moved her to the end of the room where another door awaited them. He moved her from room to room, each scene more intense and more risqué than the last, each scene whetting her appetite for what he was searching for. She saw a woman being fucked by two men, one in her mouth, the other entering her from behind.
“Can you really do that?” Melissa pointed to a woman who had a man thrusting into her pussy and another into her ass.
Bruce watched from behind her, holding her close to his body, rubbing his erection against her ass. He whispered, “Anything's possible if you want it enough. It makes everything more intense. Imagine every part of your body being touched at the same time.” He cupped her breasts. “Imagine while I stroke your tits another could be licking that sweet delightful pussy.” He moved one hand down her body to cup her mound through her mini skirt and she moaned, leaning into his touch.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
She nodded.
They watched for a few more minutes until Bruce led her to another show.
“Your fantasy awaits.” Bruce opened the door, leading her through and shutting it quickly behind her.
“Fuck me, harder...ohhhh...yeah like that.” Screams and cries of a woman interrupted her thoughts. She searched quickly for where the sound was coming from and got an even bigger shock when she discovered it.
A man and woman were having sex in the middle of the room but the shock was that she knew the man, her husband’s best friend, Chris. The blush spread from her cheeks to all over her body. He looked so magnificent and powerful, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She was shocked. He looked so strong and confident on stage. Melissa recalled the times he'd teased her, making her blush. For the first time ever, she craved a man who wasn’t her husband. She thought about Bruce as he was stood right behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks, his raspy breath against her ear, his presence so much part of her arousal. But Chris was fucking another woman right in front of her. She couldn’t take her eyes away, but she forced her gaze away, needing to know what else was
class=WordSection2>going on in the room, trying desperately to distance herself from the man she now wanted. She had to get her composure back. Her body flushed, hot and so damned aroused the simple stroking of her legs together had her creaming.
Everything in the house was fantasy. She didn’t know anyone else, so there would be no consequences once they left. But she knew Chris. He worked with Bruce. They were best friends. Chris was a reality.
She took in all the rooms where some couples were just sitting watching and others were stroking each other while others were doing exactly what Chris and the mystery woman were doing.
“Do you like what you see?” Bruce’s voice was deep and smoky, penetrating her mind the way she wanted him to penetrate her body. She loved the sound of his voice, full of promises. “Don’t be afraid, babe. I love you no matter what happens.”
Fuelled on arousal, it was hard to understand what Bruce was saying. She looked up into his face. His features were so open and trusting. No matter her decision, he wouldn’t be unhappy with her. The freedom she’d experienced earlier in his office, the acceptance of her, was back, fighting down her barriers. Every step they took was a step closer to her.
“I think it’s amazing. I want to stay, Bruce.”
****
Melissa’s words eased Bruce as joy and happiness consumed him. Even though he could now feel complete, having her here, he still would've loved her with all of his being even if she’d said no and asked to leave. She might have tried and not liked it--he knew that was a risk, but from the look on her face and the message of her body, she wanted more.
“Do you like it because it’s Chris?” he asked, his arm circling her body.
“We’re not supposed to know who he is.”
Her smile coy and deeply sexy, she turned, giving him her full attention. Her eyes held his, not wavering, just looking at him as she undid her corset and let it fall to the floor at her feet. The mini-skirt was next and soon she stood in nothing more than her stilettos.
“Just like no one knows who we are. What do you think?” Melissa stretched her arms above her head, her breasts thrusting forward, her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention.
“What do I think?” Bruce growled and curled his arm around her waist, bringing her flush to his body. “I think you’re an amazingly, beautiful, sexy woman. You’re my woman,” he told her roughly, bringing his lips to hers, demanding entrance, not asking. His domination apparently pleased her, his will to do what he wanted. She loved being taken, she loved his controlling nature. Her lips parted and he thrust his tongue deep as she moaned, taking all of him.
“I want you.” He tore off his clothes, a man possessed by lust.
“I want you, too.” Melissa helped him shed his clothes until he stood naked in front of her.
They paid no attention to the couples now watching them, seeing their passion, the lust they had for each other, the heat radiating from their body’s pure temptation, his hard and muscular body thrilling her, his long cock throbbing for her.
Bruce pulled his wife close to his body, his cock pressing into her rounded belly. God, I love this woman. She fit him so perfectly, her smooth, soft skin a temptation. Her eyes stayed wide open, a message passing between them. She wanted him and she wanted this, to fuck in front of these people. Bruce noted the eyes of everyone in the room, the soft intense music playing in the background only disturbed by soft moans of the people surrounding them. All these women staring at his body. He sensed the want, but all he wanted was already in the strength of his arms. The men watching Melissa turned him on, too, to know they wanted her, they were getting hard for her, knowing she was his, only his. It made his cock throb harder.
Bruce pressed on her shoulders taking control, making Melissa gasp as her erect nipples grazed his body on the way down.
“You know what I want.”
She nodded.
“Tell me what I want.” He wanted to hear her say the words to know she wanted this as much as he did.
“You want me to suck your cock.” She licked her lips, tempting him further. “I want to suck your cock, Bruce. I want to suck your cock while all these people watch us, getting turned on and fucking because they want to, while watching you and me.” Her honesty shocked him to his core. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He cupped her face tenderly but with full command so
she knew he was still in charge. Her eyes darkened, her
arousal matching his. Bruce guided his cock to her lips, stroking it along her
lips, his pre-come coating them. Then her tongue darted out and swiped the
moisture from his head before ringing her ruby red lips.
“You like that, sweetheart,” he hissed. “You like the taste?”
“Yesssss.” Melissa panted a second before her lips closed over his shaft.
Her hot, wet heat stroked the head of his cock.
“That’s it babe, take it all,” a deep voice echoed from somewhere behind them.
“You like that, sweetheart, being told by another man to suck me?” She glided down his shaft, taking him in her mouth completely until he touched the back of her throat. “That’s it, Melissa. Take it all,” Bruce groaned.
Who would have thought just days ago Melissa had faked an orgasm? Now she was kneeling before him, sucking his dick in front of a room full of people, including Chris who Bruce caught watching the show. Bruce looked to see which woman he’d brought with him and was surprised to see Natasha. The prim, proper assistant was completely naked and wrapped around Chris.
When Bruce felt the slight nip on his dick, he looked down and smiled, stroking Melissa’s jaw. “You’re the only one I want, babe.”
The ache in his balls was killing him. Her tongue doing wicked things against his head, licking away any juice as it started to weep out, was driving him crazy.
He pulled on her hair, tilting her head back. “I’m going to cum, babe.” She looked up at him with innocent eyes that would be his undoing. “Oh, fuck, babe, your mouth. Suck it harder, take it to the back of your throat. That’s it, deep throat me!” He cradled her face and tilted it back so the angles allowed him to thrust all the way down to the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls in her hands, cupping him as his body tightened with his impending release.
“Here it comes babe, you're going to drink every drop,” he roared, thrusting his cock as far and as deep as he could go, releasing every drop of seed straight down her throat.
Not waiting a moment and still hard even though he'd just spent a great deal of cum, Bruce grabbed Melissa around the waist, sitting down as he did. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust, grabbing her waist and pushing her down, her cunt hitting his balls.
Melissa screamed but he didn’t care. He was a man crazed and didn’t care about the people watching. They’d see the perfect shape of her body with her tits swinging in front of his face as je latched onto one hard nipple, biting down as he did. He was being hard and rough, he’d never acted like this with her. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and her cum built, making her slippery and demanding. Bruce’s hands bruised her waist and hips where he held on, thrusting up as he threw her down his shaft, never easing up.
“I can feel how close you are,” he told her, never giving up.
“Oh. God. Bruce.” Each word was a scream as his cock hit her deep inside, so close to pain, so pleasurable.
“That’s it baby, cum all over my cock. Let them see your juice. They’re watching you. They want to see you come apart.” He bit down on her other nipple, marking her.
“I’m going to cum,” Melissa screamed as her juice soaked his cock and balls, her pussy pulsing, sending his cock deep as he spurted another load of semen into her body.
****
Melissa held onto Bruce, her strength gone. Her body was alive and singing, her pussy slightly sore but she wanted to do it all again, watch Bruce come apart, lose control. Her aching nipples pressed against his chest where he’d marked her. She probably should have an issue but she couldn’t. He’d marked her for himself and she’d wear the marks with pride.
“I’m never letting you go,” Bruce said
She smiled up into his masculine face. “After that, I don’t think I’ll ever find a cock as great as yours.” She laughed as he swelled inside her at her comment.
“You feel amazing, Melissa. So hot and passionate. You drive me crazy.”
“I love sucking your cock, Bruce. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without.”
She watched the flare of lust build in his eyes at her blatant words.
“You can suck my cock whenever you want.”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed, sending a vibration through her pussy and she moaned. “I’ll suck your cock whenever I want and tell you when to suck my pussy.”
“You’re going to keep me constantly hard if you keep talking like that,” he warned. “It would never go to waste.” She kissed him, loving his reactions to her.
For the first time ever, Melissa felt complete. She was happy and relaxed after years of being left to believe sex was a bad thing and she was dirty to think about it. Sure it had left her with some scars. After the last few days though, she could feel a difference within herself. She loved Bruce and would do anything for him. He’d never hurt her and nothing he asked would be too much. This was what love was all about, the complete, absolute trust in another person, the person who owned your soul. Bruce owned her soul, her heart, mind and body.