Page 69 of Repluse

They look beautiful together—stunning, in fact—and as they move through the club, people nudge each other, and some begin to follow.

“They’ve booked room eleven, but they’ll probably dance and put on a show out here first,” Frankie says from beside me. He had drinks sent to their office earlier, including a bottle of Prosecco for me, which he brought up to the viewing area in anice bucket, and I’m now on my third glass. He and Sam have been sharing a bottle of bourbon or whisky. I’m not sure which.

They’ve studied me constantly, worried that I’m going to freak out. On the inside, I’m beyond freaked, and even though I’m watching it happen right now, I still can’t believe this is the secret life my husband has been living, and I’m so fucking confused.

If this is what he’s in to, and if Alice is more his type than me, why isn’t he with her? I know Frankie said she’s too independent, but surely there’s got to be more to it than that.

I watch as they stop at a high-top table, a passing waiter pausing to take their drinks order. When he leaves, Logan moves in behind Alice. One hand wraps around her ponytail, the other moves between her legs, and he roughly pulls her back to his front. He moves to the music with her pressed against him. Pulling on her hair a little harder, her neck arches until her head hits his shoulder. I watch his hand move up to her breast, and he does something I can’t see to remove the clamp. Alice’s mouth falls open as Logan pulls on her long, thick nipple.

“That’s the painful part, when they’re taken off. The blood rushes back to the surface and apparently it hurts like a motherfucker,” Sam says against my ear, causing goosebumps to race across my skin, and my scalp to prickle.

“I know.”

“How?” Frankie appears on the other side, slightly behind me. “When’ve you ever used nipple clamps?”

“I read it in a book,” I admit.

“Been reading mummy porn, Mila?” Sam asks.

“Absolutely. While he’s been here doing his thing, I had to get me some somewhere, so I’ve spent years living vicariously through the characters in my books.”

“But now you’ve got us,” Frankie reminds me.

“Hmm,youweren’t answering my calls at the beginning of the week, so all Ihadwas my mummy porn. I’ll be keeping my reading app on my phone as backup for the time being, thank you. What the fuck is that?” I can barely get my words out as I watch a short man, maybe in his fifties, with no hair, and a very large belly, approach Logan and say something to him. The man appears to be wheeling an intravenous drip along with him. The tube from the saline hanging from it is attached to his ball sack, which is about the size of a watermelon right now.

“It’s called a scrotal infusion,” Sam explains. “Enrico loves the pain.”

“Is it dangerous?” I ask. “They look like they’re about to explode.”

While we’re talking, Logan says something in Alice’s ear, she shakes her head, and Logan says something to Enrico Melon Balls. I feel my eyes widen as Logan appears to swipe his fingers through Alice’s bare pussy before holding them up in front of Enrico, who moves in and sniffs them.

“Fuck me.” I can’t help but laugh. “Is this really my life right now? Pass me that bottle, would you? I’m not even gonna bother with a glass.” I’m laughing, but this whole situation is surreal.

Neither Sam nor Frankie pass me the bottle, so I continue to take ladylike sips from my glass as I watch at least five more people—three men, two women—stop to talk to Logan. One of the women laps at Alice’s unclamped nipple, while the others receive a headshake from both her and Logan and move on.

Sam’s hand finds mine before he leans back in and says, “They’ve got a room booked at the other end of building. Let’s make our way there.”

When I look back down, Logan is leading Alice by the hand out of the main club area, and along the long, wide hallway. To the left of the hallway are rooms with walls separating them, but like the club, they have no ceiling so we can look down into eachof them. There are twenty in total, and all but five have a wall of clear glass at the front to allow other club members to view what’s going on inside.

Four have no glass, and apart from us above, are private, and one, which is the biggest room of all, has no wall separating it from the hallway. It has tiered seating, like you’d get at a theatre, but these are bench style and made of thick, black, padded leather, and the room is already full.

This is where we come to a halt.

In the middle of the room is what looks like a large, leather pommel horse on wooden legs. Underneath is a basket filled with bottles of liquid and towels rolled neatly, spa style. Against the wall, facing the horse and where the crowd sit, is a large, high-backed chair raised up on a plinth. It looks like a throne except it’s made of padded black leather to match the other seats.

Frankie tops up my glass, but neither of the men say a word as Logan leads Alice into the room. Pausing at the horse, he bends her over it, running his palm over her arse cheeks as he walks around her, spreading, then handcuffing first one ankle, then the other to the wooden legs.

He does the same with her wrists, which are hanging over the other side. Her exposed arse and pussy are facing the crowd, and when Logan takes his place on the chair, Alice looks up at him. Three men walk in, all look to be in their forties, all reasonably fit. One has leather chaps and boots on, with nothing underneath so his arse and erect cock are on display. One is wearing a tiny black thong with a pouch at the front with boots. The last and biggest of the three is wearing nothing. His cock is huge and hard. The instant he reaches Alice, he slaps her with force across the arse, then moves around to her face, where he feeds his cock into her mouth.

The horse appears to be fixed into the floor, and when he thrusts his hips forward, her body jolts, but the horse doesn’t move. While he face fucks her, the other two men pull lube from the basket. Compared to the actions of the man doing the face fucking, theirs are gentle as they rub the clear liquid into her cheeks before using their fingers to spread it through her arse crack and into her pussy. When one of them pushes four fingers inside her pussy, the other pulls a dildo from the basket and pushes it into her arse. He pulls it out, then pushes it back in, his rhythm matching the face and finger fuckers.

I watch for maybe a minute or two before remembering Logan’s there. When my eyes shift to where he’s sitting, my head spins as I take in my husband, laid back in the chair, his legs spread wide in front of him as a man and a woman kneel either side of him and take turns at sucking his cock.

“Nope,” I say out loud, and both the men shift. “Even with the kinky fuck fest going on below, he’s still not turning me on.”

“Keep watching,” Frankie says as he nudges into me.

“Maybe I need to help you out with that,” Sam suggests as his hand slides under the leather covering my arse, and up the inside of my thigh.

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