Chapter 9 - Girls Go To Town

KEVIN 

The Uber drops us right outside Traders and it’s weird to see the parking lot so quiet. But it’s still only eight o’clock. Evie clings to my right arm as she totters on her high heels past the handful of guys in suits and the smartly dressed couples, all eager enough to form a small line this early.

“Hey, that’s Evie,” someone murmurs as we pass them. Up ahead a woman with a fat husband and a lot of diamonds turns and looks down her long nose at my wife’s tight turquoise dress and then her honey-blonde hair.

Alfie is the doorman tonight and he nods us inside. It feels weird too coming here on a Thursday night, not the weekend. And when my wife isn’t even working.

My stomach, as usual here though, is knotted.

The thump of the kick bass hits my chest as we move through the reception area of the club. I recognize the ‘Dominatrix’ remix of Depeche Mode’s ‘Something to Do’. But only because Joe once told me what it was.

Inside the lighting is subdued, simple red and purple. And at this time of night, before the multitude of perfumes and aftershaves mingle, the only smells are grapefruit - from that cleaning product they use - and stale alcohol.

“You think he’ll be in Richmond’s office?” I ask Evie as a gray-haired guy in a business suit passes us and smiles at my wife.

My balls prickle in my chastity belt.

“Probably,” she says and adjusts one of her small, hoop earrings with a finger and her thumb; her glossy crimson fingernails, “There’s Amanda. I’ll check with her.”

It will be a first tonight if Evie and I leave here without my wife getting screwed by some guy or other.

I push a hand into the pocket of my pants and ease the chastity belt away from my balls.

Brassier Blonde-haired Amanda approaches in nothing but red, string lingerie and red high heels and it’s hard not to stare at her.

Her makeup is even thicker around her eyes than Evie’s. She grins and holds her empty silver tray in one hand as she hugs my wife. Then she smiles at me and wiggles her fingers.

She’s real hot. As ever. But I haven’t seen her husband Chris here in a while.

Evie chats to her for a moment before a guy on one of the sofas beckons Amanda over to take his drinks order.

“She said Phil’s outside,” Evie’s cocoa-brown eyes and gaze move beyond the dance floor in the direction of the club’s rear exit, “with Shiloh.”

Her again? Phil’s spending a lot of time with that new girl since she started here.

“You sure we should disturb him?” I ask but my wife has already moved off so I follow her shapely, swaying behind.

“He’s the one who asked us to call by on our way out,” she says over her shoulder.

It's weird too not even getting a drink right away when we come here. But we can’t stay long. We’re meeting Joe and Rachel in town.

It’s a new guy on the back door, a black guy, and I don’t know his name. But he seems to recognize Evie. He opens the door to the floodlit outdoor area for us and then stands back.

The newly decked seating and smoking area with its empty sofas is already glowing with orange light and warmth from the pyramid-shaped outdoor heaters. Phil has the petite dirty-blonde Shiloh pinned to her back up against the club wall on our right. Her shapely but limp legs dance on either side of his back as she’s fucked.

“Oh God, oh God,” she whines and I’m guessing she was wearing the same as Amanda. But right now her red panties hang off one of her ankles and a heel, and those big fake boobs of hers are free, but crushed between her and Phil.

Shit.

He smacks up into her. Like he’s assaulting her. She holds his face, kissing him as he thumps up her. Holding and kissing him almost like she fucking loves the guy.

A few feet beyond them both a tall, bald guy stands and gapes at the coupling.

Has to be her husband. I haven’t met Shiloh’s. But he’s not playing with himself. Just staring wide-eyed. I don’t think he’s even noticed Evie and me.

Is he caged the same as me? Evie side-eyes me as we stand this side of the fornicating couple and we wait.

“Oh God, oh Phil, oh God.”

“Nearly done,” Phil gasps and glances our way.

I check the time on my phone as Shiloh climaxes on Phil’s big dick. Then as she clings to him and sobs, his angry thrusts accelerate. He curses her and slaps into her then groans into her messed-up hair and falls still.

He lets her down and she stumbles into the waiting arms of the other guy.

“Better go get tidied up then hit the floor,” he says to her over his shoulder and zips up.

Her husband gathers her bra up from the ground and then hands it to her as she drags her tiny string panties back up her hips. She looks like she’s been through a wind tunnel.

“You wanted to see me before I got together with Rachel?” Evie draws Phil’s attention to us.

“That I did,” he says and leads us back inside.

“We haven’t got long Phil,” I say, “We’re meeting them in just over half an hour.”

“No worries,” he says and leads us to a quiet table within sight of the dance floor. There are no girls on the poles yet. “Get you a drink?” His eyebrows rise.

One will probably help me relax a little. Tonight could be a tough one to be in the chastity belt. Especially if Joe and I can get the girls to put out to other guys in the nightclub.

Phil calls another of the new girls over, a pretty brunette whose name I forget but I order beer while Evie has wine. Then we make a few minutes of small talk until the drinks arrive.

“Kev, have you got a tissue?” Evie asks me at one point. “Shiloh left lipstick on the side of your face, Phil,” she smiles at him and when I give her the tissue, he winks at me and lets my wife wipe the smear from above his jaw.

“So I met with Sophie,” he says to us when Evie has finished and she’s handed me the tissue back. “And put the proposal to her about Rachel.”

“What did she say?” Evie asks and I know that despite how enthusiastic my wife is on the surface about her friend’s potential return to Traders (not least because it will ease Evie’s workload) – she’s also a little concerned because Rachel tends to draw a lot of the spotlight away from the other girls. And Evie feels that includes her.

“It’s gonna take Sophie a little time to digest,” Phil shrugs then sups on his bottle of beer.

I bet it is. It can’t be every day that a middle-aged woman gets a proposal like his. Even a woman as glamorous as Rachel’s mom: ‘I’ve got a lucrative job offer that’ll help you out financially. All you have to do is blowjobs alongside your eldest daughter.’

Honestly. This fucking place.

But my cock pushes hard against the bars of its cage as it tries to harden at the thought.

I never really look that closely at Phil’s face, usually, it’s only the back of his head or his muscles when he’s fucking my wife or one of the other girls. But now, as he urges Evie to encourage her friend about the same insane proposition, I can’t help thinking what a good-looking bastard he is. OK, he may not be at Richmond’s level. Who is though? But out of all the bulls that get in here, Phil probably runs him the closest second.

For a moment as he continues to instruct Evie, I ponder the fact that my buddy Joe’s wife and mine are both coveted by the two top alpha males. Phil and Richmond.

Something akin to pride -albeit one colored with a little humiliation - warms me.

“And you’ll get onto Joe about it again tonight right, Champ?” Phil says and his attention is on me now.

I nod my head.

“He’s had plenty of time now to think about the call I put into him,” Phil says and takes another loud mouthful of his beer.

“I do think you need to talk to Rachel about it as well Phil,” Evie says over the top of her wine glass.

“And I will,” he nods, “But I know the way that one’s head works,” he smiles, “By the time I do get to her, she’ll be well ready to listen. So you two just do your bit for me tonight. OK? Don’t let me down now. Remember, we’re doing it for your Richmond,” he plants a hand on Evie’s thigh, “But it’s our secret until I say so. He’ll love the idea of a family tag team.”

Evie nods and then Phil checks the time on his phone and excuses himself.

“We better get a move on too,” I say when we’re on our own again and finished our drinks, “We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

We head for the exit but just before we reach reception Evie spots Richmond in a mohair suit. She squeals and hugs him.

“Hey guys,” he smiles at me and eases her arms from around his neck, “Didn’t think you had a shift tonight?” he says to my wife.

“I haven’t,” she shakes her blonde hair, then toys with it in front of him, “I had to call in to pick something up,” she lies, “We’re on our way into town.”

“Well I’ve probably got five minutes to spare,” he looks my wife up and down, lingers on her tits, and then checks his Rolex.

“Where?” she gazes up at him, “Outside?”

She wants him to fuck her before we leave?

“For my special girl?” Richmond’s eyebrows rise and he caresses one side of her upturned face, “Why don’t you go wait in my office? There should be someone there to let you in. If not, just wait outside. I’ll be along in a minute.”

“Evie, we’ll be late,” I say to her after Richmond has disappeared deeper into the club. My heart thumps fast and my whole groin quivers but Evie heads for the stairs up to the mezzanine floor.

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” she says over her shoulder and she reaches back for my hand and squeezes it.

I glance down at the swell of her round behind in the tight turquoise dress and I ache for what Richmond is about to receive.

“Hey Evie,” a couple of businessmen on their way down the stairs smile at my wife.

On the mezzanine floor, it’s Walden Barrett who lets us into Richmond’s office from the inside.

“Richmond said to wait here for him,” she says to him as he closes the door, “He’ll be up in a minute.”

“Excellent,” Walden smiles and doesn’t take his eyes off my wife. He eases her dress up over her hips and uncovers her black panties. Without a word to either of us or a look my way, he runs a fat hand over the exposed flesh of her round buttocks.

“Oh Walden,” she sighs and rolls her eyes at me.

My trapped dick pushes the cage bars so hard that it hurts. I shove a hand down into the front of my pants to move the restraint a little.

“Let’s feel that juicy cunt,” he murmurs and moves in front of my wife. Then still holding the hem of her dress at her waist, he pushes his other palm down into my Evie’s little black panties.

“Ooh,” she purses her lips and widens her stance on her heels. Her eyes close and she holds onto his thick wrist with both hands.

“Mmm, that good baby?” he mutters in her ear as his fingers slick inside my wife’s vagina.

“OK, Walden,” Richmond says with a frown on his face, “I’ll take her from here.”

Shit, he came in quietly.

Walden sighs and withdraws his hand from my wife’s panties. He runs his glistening fingers under his nose and inhales hard. Then he lets go of her dress and walks toward the pool table.

“Do we have a date yet to be tattooed?” Richmond asks as he sits on the near edge of his desk.

“Still waiting for the parlor to come back to us with their availability,” Evie lies and starts to work her skirt back down to cover her ass and panties.

“Leave that as it is,” Richmond gestures at her outfit.

My heart accelerates again.

The truth about the tattoos is that she and I still are in discussion about it, and about the piercings too. She’s happy to go ahead, but she knows I only feel the same way when I’ve been denied for days on end. Like now.

Which could be another reason why she wants me locked so much at the moment.

“Would it help if I had someone call the tattoo parlor to hurry them along?” Richmond frowns and beckons my wife nearer, “Or if we found you another parlor?”

“No,” I say quickly before Evie agrees to anything, “We’ll sort it out.”

“I want them executed in time for the party season. You have my designs, and remember what I told you both. I’m looking for you to be an example to the others, to set the tone.”

Evie nods her head and gazes at him.

“And to have my personal branding on this exquisite skin,” he says and fondles my wife’s bare hips with both hands.

I hold my breath.

“We probably don’t even have the time for a fluffing this evening Kevin,” Richmond lets go of my wife and unzips, “so sorry to disappoint you. You’ll just have to watch your wife do the sucking tonight, won’t you?”

“Mmm,” Evie smiles at him, and uninvited she drops to her knees in front of his desk.

Whatever happened to offering her a towel to kneel on before she does oral?

Evie pulls his enormous erection from his pants. She holds it adoringly in both hands. She gazes up right into his eyes and smiles. Then settling her bare ass more fully on the backs of her high heels she lowers her head and sucks.

“Quick as you like sweetheart,” Richmond rubs the top her head, “I need to be somewhere else.”

“What are you going to say to Rachel about her and Sophie when we get inside?” I ask Evie later, as we join the queue to get into ‘Secrets’ nightclub.

“I’m not sure yet,” Evie shakes her honey-blonde hair then snuggles her soft, re-perfumed body against me. I can’t smell Richmond on her anymore now. It’s gotten colder now than the weather forecast said, and I’m the one who asked her not to wear a jacket tonight. I wanted guys to see, as soon as we got into the first Uber, just how stacked my wife is.

I glance down at the lovely lips and mouth that so recently brought relief again to her lover and then I ease my other hand downward to discretely adjust the front of my pants. The chastity belt is digging into me again.

“It’s not like butter wouldn’t melt in Sophie’s mouth, is it?” I shrug, “Someone said she was in a dog cage before she had that row with Rachel at the last dungeon party. I mean, she even had an affair with that same pervy old neighbor Rachel slept with. And they’ve both been in relationships with Phil,” I can’t help myself after watching Evie on her knees earlier. The thought of Joe’s wife and his mother-in-law doing some guy together is doing it for me again right now. “You and Rachel have been with the same guys together too haven’t you?” I whisper in her ear, “Rachel probably won’t bat an eyelid at the idea, no matter what you say to her.”

“I know, but it’s her Mom,” Evie shakes her head and her brown eyes glaze over, “Can you imagine if my Mom…”

“Your Mom’s not Sophie,” I say and wrap an arm further around her shivering shoulder.

But your Stepdad is Mel. And you’ve let him screw you.

Between my legs, my cock pushes again in vain at the unrelenting bars of the cage.

Up ahead in the line, a big guy in a brown leather jacket half turns toward us again. And when he does, his eyes stray down from my wife’s tits and slowly over her hips and lower body, then beyond the bottom of the tight, thigh-high dress that she just had right up for other men. Eyes that look a little drunken come to rest at the bottom of her bare legs, close to her black, high heels.

My face flushes at his second blatant appraisal. But always now, whenever a guy looks at my wife’s legs, I ponder the same question.

Does he know what an anklet can signify?

Either way, he’d clearly love to get his hands on Evie.

My dick shifts again. As much as its restraint will allow.

“You don’t think I should see what Richmond thinks of the idea of Rachel coming back first?” Evie peers at me.

“Not unless you want to fall out with your immediate boss. You heard what Phil said back there.”

I haven’t admitted to Evie, but sick though a mother and daughter scene might sound to other people, I’ve imagined it a lot. How hot it could be to see Joe’s wife and her slutty Mom getting it on with the same guy at Traders. When I’ve been most desperate to cum, I’ve even imagined Evie with her Mom Nadia down on their knees together in front of some big-cocked stranger.

It’s this chastity belt. It drains you of sense and reason. It used to take several days to make me this desperate. Now though, it happens almost as soon as she locks me in it.

The line shuffles forward in the direction of the flashing yellow lights at the entrance. I move one hand from the back of Evie’s dress and her round butt then ease it down below my waist, right into my pants again. I tug the tough ring of the cage away from the underside of my balls a little to ease the discomfort.

“Kev, stop playing with it,” Evie hisses and looks around us, she slaps at my arm but then giggles.

“Sometimes I don’t think you really want Rachel back at Traders,” I say and grin at her, “Like you don’t want the competition.”

“I do love her,” Evie shrugs as the line moves forward again, “But she does hog the attention.”

“You probably wouldn’t be in the same club anyway,” I say to encourage her, “Not now he’s got five venues.”

“Hmm,” she says, “As long as I stay Richmond’s number one girl.”

“I love it when you say things like that Evie,” I say into her ear and I mean it, her words have drawn more pre-cum.

“Mmm, maybe I should let him hold onto the key for this then,” she whispers and her hand reaches down between my legs and she pats my chastity belt.

Inside the club a few minutes later it’s busy and the music is loud and thumping. We find Rachel and Joe fast though. They’re already standing together at the more muted downstairs bar, where we agreed we’d meet.

“Great to see you again,” I grin and shake his hand. I glance at his wife as she hugs mine.

Rachel’s put on a few pounds since I last saw her but she’s still drop-dead gorgeous. Long, golden-brown hair and intense gray-blue eyes that draw you in almost as easily as Evie’s brown ones do. Joe’s wife is leggy in high heels tonight too, and a fitted black dress that emphasizes her hefty tits and shelf-like ass.

I get kissed on the cheek by her and she smells of vanilla and feminine musk.

The girls give us their order for cocktails and then when Joe and I have them (along with our bottles of beer) we head away to find a table with a couple of high stools close to the little dance floor down here.

When we have what we need, our wives sit on their stools with their shapely legs crossed and they chatter to one another in animated conversation and excited laughter. Seeing them together again is good, but I can’t help pondering that they’ve both been enjoyed by way too many men to ever count.

Joe and I stand close to them with our drinks and I ask about his band and job. The latter isn’t going too well for him at the moment and he’s looking to get out of it. His bandmate though seems to have solved whatever personal problems he had and they’re up and gigging again.

I tell him how the launch of ‘Time Crime’ (the latest game from Flamehead) went and that plans are already afoot for a follow-up. Then he asks how things are going for Evie at Traders.

“Busy,” I say and glance at her and Rachel talking, “Richmond wants her to do hotel work. He keeps asking.”

“Rachel did some of that for Phil’s promo company as well a few years back,” he reminds me, “I went with her. A few of the clients used to let me watch. Which was as hot as hell because the guys were complete strangers.”

“What did you do if they didn’t want you in the room with them?” I ask him and try to imagine delivering my wife to a total stranger’s hotel room but then waiting outside while she’s fucked by the guy.

“Hung around outside and tried to listen,” he laughs. “Went to the bar if I got bored or couldn’t hear. It was a mind-fuck for us both though. Me and her. To knock on a hotel room door and not know who would be answering it. Only that whoever he was, he’d be allowed to fuck my wife.”

My dick stirs again in it’s cell.

“Did Rachel enjoy it?” I lower my voice and glance at her.

Joe nods his head.

“How you come you stopped doing it?”

“Things got fucked up with Phil,” he shrugs, “and then when Rachel got pregnant with JJ and everything..”

“Richmond’s trying again to get Evie to have a tattoo,” I say and I’d appreciate his opinion on this. I know he and Rachel always resisted. “Piercings too,” I say but make no mention of Richmond’s suggestion that I get branded in his name as well.

“We just said ‘No’ when he asked us ages ago,” Joe shrugs, “I thought you had? It would’ve been awkward for us anyway with JJ coming along and then later, when he’s old enough to ask questions. Even if I’d wanted her to do it.”

“Right,” I nod my head.

“Anyway, I hear Richmond got you to try a chastity belt,” Joe looks right at me.

Who told him? For a moment I can’t reply and I hope he can’t tell I’ve gone red.

“How was that?” he grins at me.

“Frustrating,” I say like it was a one-off and in the past. “Turned Evie on though,” I grin back at him.

“I told Rachel I want to get my nipples pierced,” Evie says to us both in a voice that’s a little too loud, “I think I’d be way too scared of the pain anywhere lower down.”

‘Think?’ I glance at Joe.

“What would you get put in your nips though?” Rachel asks my wife as we move closer to the pair of them

I clench my teeth, unable in my frustration, not to visualize Richmond’s manicured fingers toying with my wife’s skewered flesh, perhaps twisting them and making her cry out with pain but pleasure. Perhaps even making me thank him on my knees for that pain.

I try to clear my head.

I have to get out of this belt and cum at least once when we get home tonight. Whether or not she later confesses to Richmond that she’s let me out without his knowledge.

“I’m not sure what yet,” Evie shrugs her shoulders and peers down at her own cleavage in the dress, “Richmond wants little rings and I guess they can look kind of cute.”

Next to me, Joe stares at my wife.

My face flushes again but I’m sure my dick is dribbling through the bars.

“We’ve been looking at videos about piercings and the tats, haven’t we Kev?” Evie says.

I nod but feel my face flush further.

“Nipple studs can be hot too,” Rachel sucks her straw.

“So can clamps,” Evie grins and both girls laugh.

Joe rolls his eyes at me.

“Kev’s not sure yet about me getting inked, are you Kev?” Evie says and with my eyes, I try to warn her not to say anything about me with tattoos.

“I was telling Evie about when we went to Walden’s shop,” Rachel says to Joe and mercifully changes the subject.

“I thought he said to keep it confidential,” Joe frowns at her.

“So?” Rachel shrugs, “Evie won’t say anything to anyone else.”

“Walden wants Rachel to work in the shop,” Evie says to me.

“Doing what?” I glance at Rachel and try to imagine her behind the counter of some store or other.

“Serving customers I guess,” she shrugs and sucks her straw.

“Serving Barrett more like,” Joe mumbles, "when he hasn't got his hands full of Carol."

“A shop’s not glam enough for you Rachel,” Evie picks up her drink.

“More glam than putting CCTV cameras in our bedroom or dancing in the nude for his golfing buddies?” Rachel grins at my wife and both girls laugh.

“What’s that all about?” I ask Joe.

“Don’t ask,” he shakes his head then holds up his glass to ask if I’m ready for another.

“So are you going to look for a couple of guys tonight?” I whisper in Evie’s ear above the music while Joe is at the bar and Rachel texting something to his Mom. His folks are babysitting their kid tonight. “You and Rachel?” I ask her.

“We might,” she says and gives me a sly look, “I’ll ask her when she’s finished on the phone and then we’ll see how good you and Joe both are tonight.”

I grin at her as Joe reappears with the drinks.

“Ask me what?” Rachel puts her phone away and peers at my wife.

I’ll let them talk it over.

“You miss not going to Traders?” I ask Joe when I’ve got my fresh beer.

“Sometimes yeah,” he grimaces and glances at the wives on their stools. Evie is laughing at something Rachel says and swaying her shoulders to the House music track. The more I drink, the hotter they both look together.

“Got a phone call from Phil the other week,” Joe says into my ear.

“Yeah?” I peer at him as if I don’t know.

“With a proposal about Rachel going back there.”

“So what are you both thinking?” I ask to sound him out a little before I try to persuade him the way Phil wants me to.

“He said Richmond would have her back if she brought Sophie too,” Joe looks right at me.

“OK,” I nod, I want him to spell it out before I offer my opinion. And advice.

“The pair of them, you know, like a double act for clients.”

“To be honest Joe, I’d heard something like that,” I shrug, “I think Phil was hoping we’d find out where you’re at with the idea.”

“She kind of surprised me,” he lowers his voice but indicates Rachel with his eyes, “I thought she’d dismiss the idea of hand.”

“She didn’t?”

“Not really. I mean, I think it shocked her. But she misses the attention of Traders.”

“In a way, I guess her and Sophie in a situation at Traders, it wouldn’t too far from what Evie’s done with her step-dad,” I say quietly and keep my back to the girls, “hot as hell that is every time too.”

“She still doing it?”

“Not for a while. But seems like he only ever has to ask.”

“That is hot,” Joe takes a mouthful of his beer, turns to the girls, and smiles.

“Be hot to watch Rachel with Sophie too though I bet?” I ask.

“If she goes for it then yeah,” Joe nods.

It sounds like this could happen.

“Phil says he’s going to speak to her about it too,” I say but then instantly wonder if I’ve overstepped the mark and Joe might think I’m interfering.

“Yeah, he said the same to me. But he hasn’t done it so far.”

“Well, maybe we get your Mrs back into it with another guy tonight,” I say, “I think Evie could be up for it.”

Joe grins and clinks his beer bottle against mine.

“Oh yeah,” Evie yells and when I look back at her, both girls are grinning at us, “so what are you two congratulating each other about?”

“You two,” Joe says, “We were just agreeing that the pair of you should look for a couple of guys tonight.”

“Joe, we only just got here,” Rachel sighs.

“When did timing ever stop you before?” He asks her.

“Come on Rachel,” Evie grabs her arm and slides from her stool, “I hear the dance floor calling. Let’s check for talent.”

Joe digs my elbow as we watch the pair of them wiggle their way out to the dancefloor.

“Look at those asses go,” Joe smirks.

“Legs too,” I and watch Evie with frustrated pride.

And then I need the washrooms.

I leave Joe to mind our table while I find the gent’s and I squat there in a booth like a girl because I can’t pee standing up with this belt on. But tonight, somehow even that turns me on.

When I return, Joe indicates our wives.

Two young guys in loud shirts have joined them. They’re both reasonably good-looking fair-haired dudes too from what I can see.

But the more I watch them shout their chat-up lines at our wives above the music, the younger the pair of them look. Certainly, both are younger than either Rachel or Evie.

My cock bristles in my pants and cage because Evie is laughing at whatever they’re saying.

It crosses my mind for a moment that if my wife really would prefer Rachel not return to Traders, then she might be encouraging her to do something tonight in the hope that Rachel then wouldn’t feel the need to get extra attention at Richmond’s club.

But that ‘plan’ could easily backfire on Evie.

“My round,” Joe says and shows me his empty bottle.

“I’ll come with you,” I say, “it’ll work in our favor if we lose the table and the girls don’t have anywhere to return to. They’ll have to stay out there.”

“Crafty,” Joe laughs.

We’re in the queue at the bar when some young girl pinches Joe’s ass.

“McKenzie?” he says and grins at her and her heavy goth makeup, but his smile fades fast and he peers back beyond her to the dancefloor and our wives.

“Joe, have you seen Rachel?” another young girl, the other side of the Goth asks and fuck me: How hot is that kid?

“Of course,” Joe says but he’s reddened, “we all came together. This is Kev one of my buddies in case you’re wondering. Rachel’s dancing with his wife Evie.”

“Yeah?” the young blonde says, “Well you might want to have a word with the pair of bozos they’ve got draped all over them.” Her face is sullen but so pretty. High cheekbones and intense eyes. She scowls at the dance floor before those devastating eyes glance at me then return to stare hard at Joe. She crosses her arms over a scarcely concealed cleavage.

“Kev, this is Rachel’s sister Lanie,” Joe says, “And this is her friend McKenzie. Can I get you girls a drink?”

Shit. Joe’s wife is a real hottie, but her sister? Shit.

“So are you going to rescue her?” she frowns at Joe.

“As soon I’ve got the drinks,” Joe nods but he looks flustered.

“Just my luck she’d be here too,” Joe says after we’ve left the younger girls with their drinks and inched our way toward the dancefloor with ours.

“It’s always the risk,” I say, “Getting outed by someone who knows you. Whenever you play in public. I guess that’s what makes a more controlled environment like Traders ideal.” I push home the advantage and try to do Phil’s dirty work for him.

“I know,” Joe shakes his head, “I’d love to get her back there if I can.”

“It must turn you on though,” I say again and keep pushing for Phil, “Your mother-and-law and your wife together with the same stud? Be hot to see Evie with hers.”

“What do you think?” he says and laughs.

“Sophie’s got a killer body,” I say but wonder again if I overstepped the mark.

“She knows how to put it about too,” Joe says under his breath but then gestures at the dance floor, “I got to put a stop to this now Lanie’s here,” he says.

We grab our giggling wives from their over-eager ‘suitors’ and after Rachel has found her sister, introduced Evie to her and McKenzie, and they’ve all chatted a while, Joe and I convince our wives to leave the young ones to it and depart to a to different nightclub.

We choose one a couple of miles out of town and grab a cab to a place known for an older clientele and so unlikely to be frequented by anyone we know. Including Rachel’s sister and her friend.

It’s close to a hotel and apparently, Monday to Thursday tends to attract businesspeople.

Once inside and several drinks down now, we leave the girls standing and gyrating with cocktails near one of the several crowded bars while we go and stand at another. We keep our wives in our line of sight as best we can.

As we wait and hope for the girls to get approached, Joe complains some more about his job and his boss and asks me again how difficult it is working for Richmond Coyle. And how my colleague Spencer is doing with his newer hotwife Grace.

“I don’t report directly to Richmond, so I don’t see him that much at the office,” I say.

“Your boss is that Huey guy with the beard, right?” Joe asks around his bottle, “The one who’s fucking Spencer’s wife?”

“Uh-huh,” I say and take another mouthful of Coors.

“Has he fucked Evie too?”

“Two or three times as far as I remember,” I say.

Joe laughs, “You think your younger self would have ever imagined a time when you couldn’t remember how often some other guy had screwed your Mrs?”

“No way,” I say and peer back at the girls. “Admirers ahoy,” I say and two broad-shouldered men in sports jackets are wording them up now. They look like sales reps for sports gear or something, and a few years older than us.

My dick tries to stiffen under the relentless steel bars.

“You reckon if the girls like them we can get them to fuck?” Joe looks from the foursome to me and then back.

“I’m pretty sure Evie would be game for anything tonight,” I repeat.

“Perfect,” he says. “Meantime, I need the washroom. Fast,” he winks at me.

I order more drinks for him and me and then peer back in the girl’s direction.

There are too many other people between me and them now so I can’t see properly what’s happening. I’ll wait here until Joe gets back so he doesn’t wonder where I’ve got to. Then we’ll take up a better vantage point.

He returns a few minutes later with a sheepish grin on his face. “It always amazes me how you manage to control yourself,” he shakes his head and takes the beer I offer.

“What do you mean?”

“I hardly ever saw you have one off the wrist at Traders while Evie was with guys,” he says.

“I like to edge myself,” I say and it’s only partly a lie.

“You fucking must,” he says and shakes his head.

Does he suspect I’ve got the belt on tonight? Richmond wants me to encourage Joe about chastity too. Well, that can wait.

“I save it all up until I get Evie back home,” I say.

“I wish had your self-control,” Joe laughs.

“So those two boys,” a girl yells, and Evie is here and standing alongside Rachel who’s peering back over her shoulder, “They want us to go outside with them.”

“Are you going?” Joe asks before I can.

My balls prickle and if I could get properly hard I’d be rock hard.

“Do you want me to?” Rachel moves right up to Joe and openly fondles the front of his pants.

“Rachel,” he hisses and moves her hand away from his dick.

“Well?” she pouts.

“You know I do,” he says. “We want you both to, don’t we Kev? As long as we get to watch.”

“Too right,” I say and smile at Evie.

She kisses my cheek.

“You better get back to them,” I tell her then glance at Rachel.

She looks flustered, like she’s excited.

“That’s us told,” she says and she takes my wife’s hand then the pair of them head back through the crowd.

“This has been a long time coming,” Joe says and takes a huge gulp of his drink.

A minute or so later the girls pass us hand in hand now with the two guys in sports jackets but without a glance our way.

My chest pulls and my stomach knots.

What kind of women must those guys think our wives are to even ask them to go outside? Even if they think the girls are single. What kind of wives are Evie and Rachel to agree?

Joe and I decide between us to give the foursome at least a few minutes to get settled outside. So we wait.

But we can’t wait long. We head fast to the exit, get the backs of our hands stamped so we can return when we’re ready, and then we all but race outside.

Evie said there’s supposedly a little floodlit alleyway that leads to an area at the rear of the club. Where ‘courting couples’ go for privacy and to make out.

“These two guys must have taken other women down here before if they know about this area out back,” I say as I follow Joe under the stars, but it crosses my mind that the girls could actually be in danger if we don’t find them fast.

I was so excited when they told us before that I wasn’t thinking straight.

“Yeah, and that’s fucking hot too,” Joe says without stopping and seemingly without the same sudden fear as me. “They’re a couple of real players I reckon."

“I had no idea about this alleyway,” I say as I step around a discarded beer bottle and the ‘floodlights’ here are not the best.

“Shh, better keep it quiet,” Joe whispers as we near what looks like the end of the alleyway and a wider, better-lit illuminated area.

It looks like the back of a car repair garage or something similar twenty feet or so away.

Joe slows up then halts and peers at the building across the way.

“Fuck,” he whispers and beckons me nearer to him.

I join him and gaze across a grimly-lit area with a skip that’s filled with broken furniture on uneven, ground. Starlight reflects from puddles.

The two men, standing with their backs to us, have our wives backed up against the same wall. Both couples kiss. Just a few feet from one another.

Fuck. I move beyond Joe and squeeze my trapped dick. I can’t see Evie’s face but I can see Rachel’s hand and she’s got her guy’s dick out.

Fucking hell.

“So do I get to suck you off?” She giggles and he laughs.

“You hear this one, Ken?” he says to his buddy.

“Pair of them can’t get enough,” the other one says and pulls Evie’s dress up to her waist like Walden did. He tugs at her panties.

“Go on then,” Rachel’s guy disengages from her and waves a thick cock at her.

“Uh Rach,” Joe moans next to me and he’s got his cock in his hand, working it.

Rachel stumbles to her knees in her heels.

“Do what your friend’s doing,” Evie’s guy tells her and he stands back pulling at his zipper. “Come on, get down on your knees, let me cum off in your face,” he yanks it out and even in this light it’s obvious it’s big.

Oh, Evie.

He strokes himself and Evie holds her hair away from her eyes as she steadies herself with one palm on her lover-to-be. She lowers herself to her knees close to Joe’s wife.

“Fuck, this one sucks cock like a pro,” the guy holding the top of Rachel’s nodding head gasps.

“You two aren’t hookers, are you?” the second guy feeds his dick to my wife and she kisses then sucks it. Hard.

His friend laughs at the suggestion but then groans deeply as Rachel sucks.

Without taking his cock from her mouth my wife pulls her guy’s pants right down to his ankles and caresses his hairy, bare thighs. “Mmm, “ she murmurs as he holds her thrusting head.

“Uck-urgh, uck-urgh, uck uck,” Rachel chokes as she face-fucked.

“Uck, uck, uck,” my wife echoes, almost like she doesn’t want to be outdone.

For a moment, as I stand and stare at the debauched scene of grubby sex, it dawns on me what Traders and the bulls in it have reduced our two beautiful and once loyal wives to. One of them a mother. Little more than cock-hungry sluts.

I push a hand down into my pants.

“Fuck,” Rachel’s guy’s head rocks, and his mouth gapes, “Take it right down your throat you dirty bitch.”

She moans harder as if his words turned her on.

Evie’s sucking is frantic, his face-fucking hard too now, so hard she looks and sounds like she’ll gag. But then he groans and his whole body shakes.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, swallow, swallow it girl,” he grips her head with both hands and holds her tight to his groin.

“Rachel, uh oh God!” Joe groans and I stand aside and watch his white cum spurt up the wall alongside us.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” the guy yells over my still-kneeling wife’s head, “Pair of fucking weirdos. Beat it, or we’ll come over there and smack the shit out of you!”

“No!” Rachel gasps from her knees, “Leave them. They’re our husbands.” She kisses her guy’s balls and sucks his softening dick some more.

“Mmm, they just like to watch us,” Evie moans and clings to her guy’s thighs and buttocks, “You concentrate on letting me clean up this beautiful big cock.”

Author's Notes

Kevin and Evie's decision about tattoos and piercings is still up in the air until your vote finishes on 31st of this month.  But now you've read this latest, double-sized chapter, what do you hope the next steps are for them and their friends Joe and Rachel? And what do you think Lanie makes of what she saw on her night out with McKenzie?

Let us all know your thoughts in the comments below.

Next week, we're back with 'Black Marks' and the start of Book 2 where Amelia and Wes try to understand exactly what happened that 'French Maid' night at the Marks' home. And where the motivations of their new neighbors become a whole lot clearer..

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