Page 19 of The Secret Club
I shudder. I’m sure that would never fit even with two glasses of champagne inside of me but I don’t say anything.
Henry bends down to ram his tongue straight into my arsehole. He pushes deep and I quiver. Watching him with hazy eyes it looks like he’s feasting on his favourite dessert. When he pulls out, he licks his lips and turns his grey, heavy-lidded eyesup to mine and mutters in a low husky voice, “Thank you for letting me taste you, that was more than I could ask.”
And with that, he straightens and takes a long slow look up my body until our gazes meet. Does he look bashful? I’m not sure, but I can also see gratitude shining back at me. I attempt to convey the same with my eyes because this may be a job but I came twice and enjoyed every minute with this man.
“Let me grab your clothes.” Henry moves around the room collecting my panties, dress and shoes. He then helps me off the bed allowing me to get dressed. Once I’m fully clothed again, he leads me back down the stairs stopping at the back door where I entered. Holding out his hand, I shake it. “Thank you for applying for my job Roxy, it’s been one of the best nights of my life.”
Filled with gratitude, I reply, “Thank you for accepting my application, I’ve had a wonderful time with you Henry.”
“Goodbye Roxy.”
“Goodbye Henry.”
And with that, Henry opens the door, I walk outside, back down the pathway and climb straight into Frank’s awaiting car. I can’t help a wince when sitting pulls on my recently stretched muscles and the door has closed before I turn to look back up at the house. I re-tie the blindfold and Frank pulls away.
I take a deep long breath and let out a big sigh. That was an experience I won’t forget in a hurry. Henry wasn’t someone I was likely to forget and most certainly don’t want to forget. For three hours I was all his and he too was all mine. There was that sadness again for knowing that I may never see Henry again. I know I can’t get attached, I’m going home to my husband and children right now. But sharing such an intimate experience, it means something. A connection. We may not have chatted; I know absolutely nothing about the man. I wish I did though, even some small detail about his personality. But that is the job. It’s exactly that, a job. I am not paid to askquestions and get to know my clients, instead they are paying me for not knowing, no strings attached confidentiality. And they are paying me well for it. I turn my mind to the money: $3,000—what was I going to do with that?
The rest of the journey is taken up by my imaginary allocations of the $3,000 in the areas we need to for the house and expenses. Maybe the next job I do I’ll spend a little on myself. I’ll get the boring bills paid and make way for some fun.
10
Frank stops outside my house and lets me know I can take the blindfold off. I wish him a goodnight, climb out of the car and look up to see my bedroom light is on. As expected, James is waiting up for me. I open the front door, kick my shoes off, walk into the kitchen and down a glass of water. I’m still a little giddy from the two glasses of champagne I’d enjoyed earlier.
I climb the stairs, peek into each sleeping child’s bedroom to check on them and walk into my bedroom. James is sitting up in bed watching something on his phone.
“How was your evening?”
“Surprising. But good. How was yours?”
“It was not surprising but also good. Just the usual Tuesday evening for us here.” Running his gaze up and down my body, he continues, “I want to see my wife’s stretched holes though. I’ve been thinking of that kinky bastard all night and the things he was doing to you. Show me.” He smiles wickedly, placing his phone on the bedside table.
I smile back, looking him dead in the eyes and peel off my dress, then I lower my thong to the floor and walk over to thebed. James throws off the covers, climbs out of bed and pushes me back onto it. Pulling me into position on my back, he bends my knees so they’re wide open and places my feet on either side of my knees. “I want to look at you.” And then he stares at my splayed-out pussy.
James pushes two fingers inside of me and I’m wet. I’m wet watching my husband drink in his used wife. Heat is coiling in my core at the intensity in his eyes. “How big was the dildo that went into here? Bigger than two fingers?”
I nod and breathe out a “Yes.”
“Bigger than three fingers?” James adds another finger and I can feel the stretch now.
“Yes,” I answer again.
“Bigger than four fingers?” James adds another finger up to his knuckle. He’s stuffing me full; I can feel the stretch burn and it ignites the soreness from earlier tonight.
“I think that is the size of the biggest dildo he used on me,” I manage to say as James pumps his hand in and out.
“And what about this hole?” he points at my back entrance.
“What about that hole?”
“How much did you take up there?”
“I took a huge butt plug, bigger than any I’ve ever seen before.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Did you gape for him?”
