“If he’s good, then it would be a very mutual endeavor. As you know, dear husband who has fucked me a thousand times, it takes two to make a good, clean entrance in there.”
“I’ll do my best to make sure you are properly ready.”
“If you touch me, it would be as my sub. Otherwise that guy won’t stay hard.”
“I have a hard time believing that. One look at you makes me hard.”
“That’s you, though. You’re not some run of the mill sub running around here looking for pussy to put him in his place.”
“Thank God. I think that would get tiring after a while at my age. I’m not twenty-two like our young friend… who is coming back now.”
They finished their drinks. Ken got up to find an assistant to help them get a room, and Lana went into Domme overdrive.
“Caden, sweetheart,” she said, joining him on his loveseat and putting her hand on his bare shoulder. “Tell me you want what I’m offering you.”
“I do, Mistress.”
“Good. As soon as my husband gets back, we’ll take this show on the road.” She tipped Caden’s chin toward her and kissed him.
It wasn’t a gentle peck. It wasn’t even flirting. Lana was going to eat this brute alive, so help her God. Not just up top… nope. She was going to inhale him through every orifice that could stand it. She would do it for herself… and she would do it for her kinky husband, wherever he was.
Caden was the type of kisser who deferred to her strength. And Lana had a lot of strength, especially when it came to turning her husband on. Like now, when he reappeared behind her, rubbing her shoulder and whispering that he had a key with their names on it.
Lana took the lead. After all, she was the one in charge of this situation. Why am I so into this? Usually she would be nervous. She knew how much it could potentially hurt – but also feel good. It’s because I really do want to cuckold my husband. She was into the idea of forcing him to watch her take on another man. A man she picked up and decided to fuck, with or without him. This husband of hers – the one who was possibly cheating on her – wouldn’t know what to do with himself with the tables turned. How would Ken really react to Caden doing his wife? That would tell her a lot more than an unreliable witness like Roberta the chef.
“Look at you,” Ken said, taking his wife into his arms the moment they entered the private room. Caden lingered in the hallway, nodding to other couples and singles passing by, some of them lethargic from lovemaking and others giddy with anticipation. It was that kind of energy that made Lana so bubbly in places like The Dark Hour. “You’re the hottest woman in this club. And I’m going to watch you own that.”
Lana pushed him toward a chair on the side of the room. “Sit down,” she commanded softly. Ken landed with a huff, his eyes fixated on her figure. “Now be a good boy and watch your wife work.” And be worked. She didn’t remind her husband of that.
Caden entered, shutting the door behind him.
“You,” Lana said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the plain bed in the middle of the dimly lit room. “There.”
This should’ve been one of the hottest nights of the year. And it would’ve been, if Lana’s worries weren’t hanging over her like a foul shadow. She looked at her husband, as she sat on the edge of the bed with Caden, wondering what he was really thinking. Did he mean what he said about her being the hottest woman in the club? Probably. That didn’t mean he thought she was the hottest woman in the world. Or maybe he did. That still didn’t mean he wasn’t going elsewhere for other hot women.
Well, now it was Lana’s turn to change those tides. She knew how to work her husband. She knew what he liked to see…
She went into this situation determined to have sex despite her husband. Or maybe in spite of him! Yet as she pulled Caden to her, she caught a glimpse of Ken in his chair, smoking his electronic cigarette and giving her a look that said, “You’re hot, honey. Glad I married you.”
All the ice around her heart melted. Lana saw the man she loved. The man she wanted to keep pleasing. The man she was afraid of losing, whether through design or through her own machinations.