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Chapter Four

Iwasn't expecting Roger to return with Kyle and blame me for not enjoying his club.

“Your husband said I left you bored,” Roger said.

“Kyle! I didn’t mean that. I meant I wanted to wait for you to have fun,” I clarified.

"Well, Kyle thinks I shouldn't have left you unattended. He is right, and I apologize for that. So, tell me, what are you drinking?" Roger asked, his eyes darting between me and Kyle. He seemed not to notice my see-through dress again, which was comforting to me.

“Thank you, but I will go with whatever Kyle takes. Choose for us, darling,” I said to Kyle.

Smiling now, Kyle pointed at a drink on the menu and passed it to Roger, who left with it. He stayed a few seconds and returned with a bucket with a bottle in ice and glasses to serve. He served me before Kyle before pouring some himself.

“You should join me in running this place,” Roger said to Kyle.

“No. This is your dream; mine is construction,” Kyle responded. I felt a hand on my lap, and I held the hand to be sure it wasn't Roger's. Kyle glanced at me to confirm ownership of the fingers moving to my inguinal region.

I adjusted myself on the chair and let his fingers reach the inner crevices of my groin. They nestled on my vulva, and they sent sweet feelings through my body. I sipped from my cup and let Kyle finger-fuck me.

“Until you own a construction company, you are only helping someone else achieve their dream,” Roger said.

“I know, and I am working on that. Very soon, I will start one," Kyle said.

I wouldn’t know how Kyle had kept a straight face while his hand fingers were thrusting inside me. I was struggling to keep myself together and not let Roger know that I was having a wild moment at the table. I could barely keep myself from screaming.

But everything changed when I reached for Kyle’s penis. I unzipped the front of his jeans, pulled out his dick under the table, and began to stroke it. His cheeks turned red, and he became incoherent.

“You should be fast about it,” Roger said.

“Yeah!” Kyle exclaimed.

Roger noticed that we were doing something underneath the table.

“I should get you a room. You can have a good time together before you go home,” Roger said and left us at the table.

“Is this why you wanted me without underwear?” I whispered and leaned on his lap, sucking his dick.

Kyle didn’t stop me and rubbed his hands on my head as I wrestled his dick. I wanted to be the bad girl that he wanted. He grunted, and when we heard footsteps, he lifted my head off his penis and tucked it inside his trousers.

"Go straight down the corridor. The third room on the right. It's all yours for the night," Roger said after his return.

"Thanks, man," Kyle said and whispered to him again as he did at the main entrance. But unlike then, I didn't hear him. I didn't bother as long as I got to be with Kyle. I knew that having sex with him at the club would only be a precursor to what would happen when we returned home.

Kyle led me away from the table where he had touched the core of my soul. He responded to a few greetings with a wave of his left hand while his right fingers locked with my left fingers. I could feel the energy in his body as he led me away to a private room.

Lights from the chandeliers glinted against the deep purple décor of the casino area. Strategically positioned were plush sofas that occasionally became useful for lovers who wanted to make out and the rooms were unavailable.

But today, there were rooms, and Kyle led me into one, animated like a predator that caught a game and was taking it away to a hideout to devour. The only difference was that I was more than willing to consume Kyle, albeit sexually, as he was ready to rock my vagina as long and hard as possible.

Kyle was gentle yet firm in his grip on me. I knew that he was restless, and I did not resist him. I wanted him as much, too. A mere holding of my hand was enough to make me horny. My nipples were hard, and I wanted him to touch, lick and suck them. I wouldn't mind a gentle rubbing of his teeth on my nipples in such a way that aggravated my wetness.

When Kyle opened the door to the room, he turned me towards himself, grabbed me by the shoulders, and we began to kiss. I was expecting him to do this before he would fling me onto the soft and spongy sofa for sex. The lights were soft with a calming effect. Then, a piece of gentle, slowly playing music in the room welcomed us as we walked inside. Soon, the musical score changed, and the tempo increased. In a way, the music – instrumentals – matched the zest of our kiss.

And I expected that Kyle and I would do what we had always done and possibly more. But for now, we were stuck, tongue deep, as if looking for who would tire out first before the other. I enjoyed kissing Kyle. Suddenly, we stopped kissing and gasped for breath.

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