It was late in the day on Friday and my week was winding down. All of the tasks I had planned on doing for the week were now completed and I took a deep breath. After putting my pens and calculator in my desk drawer, I closed it, stood up, and decided to call it a day.

I paused for a moment, scanning my office to make sure everything was in its place before I left, when there was a soft knock at my door. I closed my eyes tightly, squinting almost because I just wanted to leave. Taking a deep breath, I turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Hi boss," Heather said as she pushed past me and stood facing me, almost as if I was in her office and she was in charge.

"Hello, Heather, what can I do for you?" I asked as I couldn't help but notice how adorable she looked.

Heather was my Cuckold Lounge Manager here at Slut-Resort. She was a stunning brunette who was born in the Philippines but now lived here at Slut-Resort. She looked incredible as she stood before me, wearing a gray trench coat with only stockings and garters and a bra underneath. The thin, sheer material of her lingerie allowed me to see her areolas and nipples, while her beautifully shaved pussy was on display in clear view.

As I stood before her admiring her body, she noticed my lingering gaze. Seductively she stepped closer and reached up for my tie. The towering five-inch open-toe stilettos she was wearing allowed her face to be before mine, only inches separating us. As she centered the knot of my tie around my neck, I could feel her breath against my face. She leaned closer, pressing her 36C breasts against my chest, and whispered into my ear.

"You are the boss of the best resort on the planet; you should always look your best when you go home to Andrea," she whispered softly before leaning back and letting my tie go.

I cleared my throat as my cock had grown to an uncomfortable hardness in my pants. I wanted to reach down to reposition my member but decided not to. Ever since I hired her almost a year ago, I have wanted to fuck her brains out. But, since I was in a serious relationship with Andrea, I never pursued it.

"How can I help you, Heather?" I asked again, this time in a softer, more reserved, almost submissive voice.

She turned and sauntered toward my desk, slipping her trench coat off and draping it over the back of the visitor chair in front of my desk. As she slowly walked around my desk, my eyes were drawn to her beautiful ass. She was wearing a princess plug with beautiful red jewels that sparkled nicely. As she walked behind my desk, she pulled my chair out and sat down. As I stood before my own desk like I was her subordinate, Heather leaned back and placed her feet up on my desk with her ankles crossed.

"Wow," I said softly as I watched her making herself comfortable at my desk.

"Has Andrea said anything to you about tonight?" Heather asked as she gazed longingly into my eyes.

"Um, no, not that I can remember," I mumbled as I stood gazing at her gorgeous well-defined body.

"Hmm," Heather hummed as she reached out and grabbed the framed picture of Andrea that sat on my desk.

As she stared at the picture, I began to wonder what she meant about tonight. Heather just stared at Andrea's picture for several moments before lifting only her eyes to look at me.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful," she said as her glance lowered back to the picture.

"Thank you," I mumbled softly as I was curious about where this conversation was going and what she came to my office for.

"How do you do it?" she asked, as her glance shot back up to my eyes. "How do you two remain faithful to each other when you live and work here at Slut-Resort?"

I thought for a moment before saying anything. She was after something, but I couldn't figure out what it was yet, so I decided to continue playing along with this little game she seemed to be playing.

"We just do, Heather; we both love each other and are both happy and satisfied," I said as I watched her glance lower back to the picture of Andrea.

"Hmm," she hummed softly again. "Are you really and truly satisfying each other, Allen?" she asked as she stared so deeply into my eyes I swear she was peering into my soul.

I nodded my head yes as I gazed back into her sparkling blue eyes. There was a very long pause while Heather continued staring at the picture of Andrea. The longer she paused, the more time I had to think.

"What did she mean by that?" I thought to myself. "I satisfy Andrea. Andrea satisfies me. Does Heather know something I don't?" I asked myself as Heather glanced up at me

I was certain she could now see a hint of confusion on my face. I couldn't believe she had walked into my office like this and was actually in control of what was happening, while I stood before her like she was my boss.

Heather reached up onto the desk and put Andrea's picture back where she had originally picked it up from. She looked back into my eyes as she uncrossed her legs, giving me a clear, unobstructed view of her glistening cunt.

"Are you sure Andrea didn't mention anything to you about tonight at some point during the week?" Heather asked again as she pushed the desk chair back and stood up.

"Maybe you just aren't paying attention to everything she tells you, Allen," she said as she adjusted the tops of her stockings so they were even.

I shook my head no as I watched her slowly walk around my desk toward me. She paused before me as she bit her bottom lip. Slowly, she turned her back toward me and bent over only at the waist. She leaned down on my desk and spread her legs a bit farther apart.

"Is Andrea really satisfying you, Allen?" she asked as she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me with a come fuck me look on her face.

I stood behind her motionless, hardly able to breathe. My heart was racing and I could feel that I was starting to perspire as it felt like someone had turned the heat on. My eyes lowered to her gorgeous ass and legs. Her pussy looked so inviting with her butt plug sparkling from the office lights. I could feel precum oozing out of my cock and into my underwear. I wanted her so badly right now. I wanted to drop to my knees and tongue her wet pussy. I wanted to grab her hair and fuck her hard from behind as she was bent over my desk. I wanted to pull that beautiful plug out of her and fuck her ass. I wanted to, so badly, but I couldn’t.

"Now, Allen, are you really and truly satisfying Andrea? I mean, if this was a totally different situation and Andrea was bent over a desk, offering her pussy to another man, do you think she would let him or would say no?" Heather asked with a sly, wicked grin on her face as she slowly stood up and turned around.

Once again, she stepped up to me with her face before mine as she adjusted my tie once again. This time her face was even closer as her pouty red lips grazed mine. She leaned closer, pressing against me as she placed her cheek against mine. Strategically she placed her hip against my cock and whispered softly into my ear.

"I know you want to fuck me. You could have just fucked me now and it could have been our little secret, or you could have told Andrea about it. We are all human and we all have needs, even Andrea," Heather whispered softly as she reached up, cupped my face, and kissed my lips ever so softly before turning around to grab her trench coat that was still draped over the chair.

She handed me her coat without saying a word and turned around, holding out her arms. I placed her coat on her before she turned around and walked toward the door. She stopped and looked at me with a very different look, one that made me walk to her and open the door for her.

As we stood in the open doorway, she reached up with her soft hand and caressed my cheek. Her fingers felt incredible as they slowly slid across my five o'clock shadow and off my face.

"See you tonight," Heather said softly as she turned and walked down the hallway.

I just shook my head, trying to figure out what just happened as I turned the lock on my office door. I flipped the light switch off and closed the door before walking down the hallway in the opposite direction as Heather. As I made my way back to my suite, I thought really hard about something she said. As the elevator took me up to the tenth floor, I was certain that Andrea never mentioned anything to me this past week about doing anything tonight.

I exited the elevator and walked into my suite, expecting to see Andrea. When I walked inside, it was dark and nobody had been there for most of the day.

I quickly undressed to take a shower. I thought about Heather and the game of seduction she just played with me as I stood under the running water. As I replayed what just transpired in my mind, my cock became hard as granite. I refrained from masturbating because it was Friday night and I was certain Andrea and I would settle into a good lovemaking session later.

After showering and drying off, I dressed down in sweats and a tee-shirt. I sat down on the sofa, thinking about what Heather had asked me earlier. I just shrugged off her remarks about whether or not Andrea and I satisfied each other because I was certain we did. Just then, Andrea burst through the door.

"Hey, my dear, I'm sorry I'm so late again," Andrea said as she sat down across my lap with her arm around me, wearing a pair of faded jeans and a crop top sweater.

"You have been coming home late all week," I said as I gazed into her sparkling green eyes.

"I know, my dear, I'm sorry," she said softly, looking away and then down.

"I know you have a full schedule as the Vice President of Slut-Resort, keeping track of all lounge managers," I said as she looked back into my eyes. "You should just reschedule some stuff, so you don't have to work so late."

There was a long pause as Andrea leaned her head on my shoulder and relaxed. I held her tightly as it seemed like we had spent hardly any time cuddling this week. In fact, as I sat here thinking about it, we haven't even fucked since last Saturday. Finally, after several minutes, she stood up and walked toward the bedroom.

"I have a lot to do yet for tonight," Andrea said as she walked out of the family room and into the bedroom.

"What is with tonight?" I asked myself as I looked over toward the bedroom.

"Andrea!" I yelled, causing her head to look out of the bedroom at me.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.

I stood up and walked toward the bedroom. Slipping through the door, I saw her looking through her dresser drawers.

"I have to ask you something," I said as she turned to look at me.

"What do you need, my dear?" she asked while pulling a different drawer out.

"I had a visitor in my office right when I was leaving for the day," I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh yeah, who?" she asked as she dug through a pile of sexy panties.

I paused for a moment as I watched her, apparently looking for something. After I didn't speak for a moment, she stopped what she was doing and looked at me.

"Heather came to see me," I said as I saw Andrea's eyes look at me with lightning-like intensity.

"Really?" she said with a slight quiver in her voice. "What did she want?"

"She was just acting bizarre," I said as I noticed that Andrea had now stopped digging through her panty drawer and focused on me.

"What did she say?" Andrea asked as she just stood there looking at me, almost as if she was nervous.

I purposely didn't say anything for a moment. I decided not to mention anything about her bizarre comments about us not satisfying each other. Instead, I decided to keep it simple.

"She asked me about tonight," I said as Andrea bit her bottom lip. "She asked me if you ever said anything to me about tonight."

Andrea had a bit of a blank stare on her face as she stood before me, looking down into my eyes. Finally, she placed her hand on my thigh and sat down next to me.

"So, what is all of this about?" I asked as I took her soft hand into mine.

Andrea paused for a few moments. She looked around the bedroom before looking into my eyes. She took a deep breath and squeezed my hand.

"Tonight was supposed to be a surprise for you," Andrea said as she leaned closer and kissed me softly. "It still can be if you stop asking questions."

Not wanting to ruin something that she had planned out for me, I decided not to pursue it any further. She stood up and began rummaging through her panty drawer once again.

"Can you help me find that special panty you bought for me the night you proposed? You know, that really sheer white lace pair," she said as she rummaged through her panties.

I jumped up off of the bed and walked over to my dresser. I opened the top right drawer and pulled out the panty she was asking about.

"Are you talking about these?" I asked as I let the sheer lace panty hang loosely from my little finger.

"Yes, those. Why do you have my panty in your dresser drawer?" she asked as she walked over and took her underwear from me.

"I put it here so it wouldn't get lost. I bought that for you on the day we got engaged, and I kept them safe so you can wear them on the day we get married, you know, for special memorable events," I said as I closed my dresser door.

As I watched her, she pulled an overnight bag out of the closet and placed her sexy white lace panty in the bag.

"Isn't that bag a little overkill for that tiny panty?" I asked as I chuckled loudly.

She giggled too as she set the bag down on the bed. Slowly I walked through the door and into the living room before settling onto the sofa.

Several minutes later, Andrea walked out of the bedroom carrying her overnight bag that looked like it had a little more in it than a tiny lace panty.

She stopped for a moment, bending down to kiss me. I loved how her soft blonde hair fell on my face as she kissed me. She moaned softly as I reached out and squeezed her soft sexy ass through her jeans.

"What's with the bag?" I asked as she stood up and walked to the door.

"I am going to Amber's Lingerie and Boutique to get waxed, a manicure, and a pedicure. I will be buying a few things, so I'm taking my bag to make it easier to carry everything," she said as she stood facing me in the doorway.

"Dress up casual and meet me at the Bistro for dinner at ten o'clock," she said while looking at her watch.

We both gazed at each other for several moments. Her phone buzzed, causing a distraction for her to look away. She typed something quickly before looking back at me.

"Remember, ten o'clock," she said while walking through the door. "I love you, Allen," she said as she closed the door behind her.

"What the fuck is going on today?" I said softly to myself as I now sat alone in my suite.

After a long hard day at the office, it was time to relax. I got up, poured a Bacardi and Coke, and went back to the sofa. As I nursed my drink, I flipped through the channels on the television. There isn't shit on TV on Friday nights, so I finished my drink and closed my eyes.

As I lay on the couch, I started thinking about how lucky I was to have Andrea in my life. She was everything to me and I was her rock; I couldn't imagine life without her.

I thought about our two different cultures now blended into one. With her being from Germany and me from America, we both experienced culture shock the first time we visited each other's homeland. But now, I loved my life, I loved her, and I couldn't imagine living without her.

I started thinking about the time she took me for a walk along the Rhine River when I visited her in Germany. I felt myself smile when I remembered her kissing me as we stood on the edge of the river. I was in awe, watching the large tourist boats moving up and down the river while we walked hand in hand.

Then I started thinking about when she took me to see the Cologne Cathedral. That was the most beautiful church I ever stood in. When Andrea stood by my side holding my hand, I knew I had found the right girl.

Suddenly I felt myself drifting off. I started thinking about goofy shit and I knew I was falling asleep. I attempted to open my eyes, but I didn't. Next thing I knew, I was jolted awake. My phone was lying on my chest and it was vibrating. Grabbing the phone, I looked at the screen and it was Andrea.

"Hello," I said through a dry, tired voice.

"Did you fall asleep?" Andrea asked as I rubbed my chin and stubble as I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, I had a drink and dozed off," I said as I coughed and cleared my throat again.

"I knew you would fall asleep," she said with a sound of disappointment in her voice.

I pulled myself up and looked at my watch. It was nine-fifteen and I had plenty of time to get to the Bistro by ten.

"I am awake. I will be there by ten," I said as I yawned, hoping she wouldn't hear me.

"I'm done with everything, now I'm just going to buy a few things and I will meet you for dinner. I reserved our regular table at the Bistro. Don't fall back asleep," she said before hanging up the phone.

I sat there for a moment, just trying to collect myself. The empty rum and Coke glass only had water from the melted ice cubes in the bottom of it, telling me I had been asleep for a while. I only had one drink, but it sure helped me unwind and sleep well.

I stood up, stretching when I was vertical as I yawned. Slowly I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Running my hand across my chin and cheek, I decided I would shave. I figured if she went through the trouble to surprise me with something special, the least I could do was look my best.

As I slid the electric razor across my cheeks and neck, the thought of Andrea getting a manicure, pedicure, and waxing sent a shiver down my spine and caused my cock to stir in my underwear. It had been almost a week since we last had sex and I knew we both were ready for that animalistic release.

After shaving, I splashed a bit of her favorite cologne on my body as it's always a turn-on for her. There were times in the past where she would get wet just at the scent of my cologne. Walking over to my closet, I put on a nice pair of dress pants. 

Next, I began to browse through my dress shirts. Since she was going through the trouble of getting all dolled up, I knew tonight was going to be special. I browsed through my shirts until I found a new white Oxford long sleeve dress shirt. 

As I buttoned the sleeves, I went over to my dresser and found the gold cuff links my father had given me before he passed away. They added a nice simple touch to my look. Before I walked over to the mirror, I grabbed the sport coat that matched my pants.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a good-looking older man. I kept my hair short, so it didn't look so gray, but gray didn't bother me as it gave me that distinguished look. I was so thankful that Andrea accepted me as I was twenty-eight years her senior.

Looking at her picture on the wall, I smiled. She was so beautiful to me. Her blonde hair went down just past her shoulders and she had beautiful sparkling green eyes. Her 34C breasts were amazing as her nipples pointed upward and I loved how they bounced when she walked. Her ass was sculpted, giving way to a sexy pair of long slender legs. But her feet were always a showcase as she kept her nails painted perfectly and enjoyed showing them off in open-toe strappy stilettos. What turned me on the most about her was her beautiful German accent.

I smiled as I looked at the time while I put my sport coat on. I flipped the lock on the door and closed it behind me as I walked toward the elevator. I was in such an incredible mood as I was about to spend a wonderful evening with the woman I would be marrying soon. I really was looking forward to a nice long romantic lovemaking session at the end of the night. As luck would have it, the elevator was open, so I walked in and pressed the ground floor button to go meet Andrea in the Bistro for a wonderful late dinner.

On the way down from the tenth floor, I was still a bit preoccupied about the visit I had from Heather earlier in the day. That whole series of events was bizarre and just didn't make much sense. The elevator door opened and I stepped out and walked into the Bistro.

Looking around the Bistro, there was still a very big crowd considering it was already ten o'clock. As I looked for my beautiful fiancee, I didn't see her anywhere. Just then, a soft pair of hands reached around my head and covered my eyes.

"Guess who," was all I heard as I felt a familiar set of breasts push against my back.

I smiled as I turned around to see my beautiful Andrea.

"Wow," I said as I stepped back and admired her from head to toe.

Gone were the jeans and sweater. What now stood before me looked incredible.

"What? Is everything alright?" she asked with concern in her voice while I admired her.

I just kept looking up and down at her. She looked beautiful. Actually, she looked stunning. Her blonde hair was perfect, pressed straight, and reached just below her shoulders. Her face radiated excitement, almost like a high school cheerleader about to go on a date with the captain of the football team. The light shade of pink lipstick made her beautiful green eyes sparkle.

I held out my arm and she slipped her arm around mine. I felt so proud walking her through the dining room until we reached our VIP table. As I pulled the chair out for her, my eyes were drawn to the beautiful yellow dress she was wearing.

It wasn't bright yellow, more like pastel. Every curve of her body was highlighted as the dress wrapped tightly around her, just barely covering her ass. The slight hint of nipples pushing against her dress told me she was not wearing any type of bra.

"Thank you, my dear," she said as she kissed me while sitting down and crossing her legs.

My eyes were glued to her legs and feet. Her legs were well-toned and tanned because she worked out with Jeff, our Director of the Slut-Resort Fitness Center. But her feet were always my favorite as they looked so beautiful. Her nails were polished and shiny, as they were in strappy five-inch heels. When she saw my gaze lingering upon her foot, she smacked my butt as she started to giggle.

I pushed her chair in and quickly sat down. I noticed that I was very aroused at the moment, and I couldn't remember her ever looking so beautiful as she did tonight. Deep inside, I smiled because I knew she went through all of this trouble tonight for me, so she could please me. The only thing I wanted now was to take her up to our suite and make love to her.

"You look so lovely tonight, my dear," I said as I took a drink of water while gazing at how nice her breasts looked through her dress.

"Thank you," she said softly as she looked over at the approaching waiter.

We smiled at each other as we both noticed the waiter checking her out. We giggled a bit as we took the menus from him and began to look at them. After the waiter left, we both looked at each other over the top of the menus and began to laugh.

"He checked me out as much as you did," she said while setting the menu down.

We carried on with a light conversation until the waiter returned to take our order. After ordering our dinner, she received a text, and I sat there patiently while she texted back and forth with someone.

"I will be done in a minute, my dear," she said as she continued texting for several more minutes.

While she was texting, the waiter returned and topped off our water glasses before she put her phone face down on the table. Looking up at me, she sighed and took a deep breath.

"Is everything ok," I asked as she nodded her head and looked away.

While we waited for our food, I noticed a dramatic shift in her mood. After being with her for over two years, I knew how she acted when she was nervous about something, and right now, she appeared nervous.

"Yeah, everything is good, I hope," she said without making any eye contact at all.

The next several minutes were silent. As I watched her and wondered what triggered this change in mood, she simply looked away, out the window, almost as if her mind was somewhere else.

Finally, our food arrived and we began to eat. The steak that I ordered was cooked properly and tasted magnificent. Andrea ordered a simple salad and a piece of bread. 

"OK, so I have to ask, what happened on the phone before that changed your mood so drastically?" I asked as I took another bite of my steak.

"It's nothing really, just a small issue with Heather in the Cuckold Lounge," she said as she ate her dinner.

As I ate, I wondered what kind of game Heather was playing with us. After my strange encounter with her earlier, now she was talking to Andrea.

"That girl is weird," I said as Andrea finally looked up at me.

"What do you mean by weird?" she asked, almost in a defensive tone.

"Just by the way she was acting in my office today," I said as I was almost finished with my dinner.

"Maybe she has a crush on you," she said as she pushed her salad plate away and began buttering a dinner roll.

"She is hot, but I don't know. I just got a funny vibe from her today," I said as her eyes grew a bit wide before looking down.

Looking at my watch, it was fifteen minutes before eleven. Glancing across at my fiance, she still appeared to be nervous. Surprisingly, she looked across at me and asked if we could order a drink.

Reaching my hand up to get the waiter's attention, Andrea sat nervously. After stopping at the table next to us the waiter came and asked us what we needed.

"Two Lemon Drops, and what are you having, my dear?" she asked as she looked across at me.

I just looked at her, a little stunned because she never really drank, and when she did, it was never hard alcohol. As I looked up at the waiter, I was speechless.

"He will have a Lemon Drop too," Andrea blurted out before I could even say anything.

When the waiter left, I looked over at her. I was confused at her sudden change of behavior and her now nervous appearance.

"Are you nervous about something?" I asked while noticing that she was fidgeting a bit.

"No, I'm OK, just a bit excited after getting all dolled up like this for an evening out," she said as she took the first shot off of the waiter's tray before he even set it on the table.

Her eyes found mine as she threw the first shot down without even biting the lemon. As soon as the waiter set the second shot down in front of her, she picked it up and tossed it down as well.

The waiter shot me a glance before looking back at Andrea. He nodded his head at me and then walked away. As I sat there stunned, I didn't know what to say. Finally, I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Do you want mine too?" I asked with a chuckle as she glanced into my eyes before looking at the lone remaining Lemon Drop that sat on the table in front of me.

"No, I think you're going to need it tonight," she said before standing up.

I quickly tossed back the shot and bit the Lemon. As I stood up, I couldn't help but wonder where we were going. I walked around the table and extended my arm, which she gladly took with a smile. As we walked out of the Bistro, I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into her tonight and why she was acting so nervously.

We walked down the corridor to the elevator and stopped. She reached out and pushed the button and the door opened. We entered and she quickly pushed the fourth floor, which surprised me because that’s where the Cuckold Lounge is. When I glanced over at her, she had this look on her face that was completely different. Before I could ask her what was bothering her, she reached out, pushed the emergency stop button, and then kissed me.

We embraced and kissed passionately. My hands slid down her back and then over her ass, squeezing her cheeks. She let out a soft sexy moan as she broke our kiss and leaned back.

"I love you, Allen. I know I don't say it as much as you do or as often as you would like to hear, but I truly do love you from the bottom of my heart," she said as she leaned in to kiss me again.

"I love you too, Andrea, more than I have ever loved anyone else," I said as she grinned and slid her hand down over my cock.

"Ugh..." I moaned as she squeezed my member through my pants and kissed me.

"I cannot wait for our wedding day," she said through heavy breath, kissing me deeply.

"Promise me you will love me forever no matter what," she said as she kissed me and squeezed my cock.

I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me. Her hand felt so good on my cock as she squeezed and tugged gently. Finally, she broke her kiss and looked into my eyes.

Quickly, I grabbed her arms up by her shoulders and spun her around, pinning her against the wall of the elevator. She moaned loudly as I leaned in, kissing her neck like never before. I was on fire and I wanted her right there in the elevator, but I wanted so much more than a quick elevator fuck. As I kissed her neck, I squeezed her breasts through her dress one after the other. She moaned as I squeezed her already stiff nipples, causing them to poke through her beautiful yellow dress even more.

Suddenly the elevator began to move. Looking at the controls, Andrea reached over and pushed the button as we both were on the verge of losing control. As the elevator ascended, we began to straighten our clothes. We both had a look of lust and desire in our eyes, and when the elevator stopped and the door opened, she took me by the hand and led me past the small crowd that was waiting for the elevator.

I just wanted to go up to our suite and fuck, but she had a surprise for me tonight. Since she went through the trouble of getting all dolled up for me and making herself look incredibly beautiful and sexy, I decided to let her do what she had planned and we could fuck after.

As we walked down the hallway, she still held my hand. Since it was just after eleven on a Friday night, there were a lot of people walking up and down the hallway. As we approached the entrance to Cuckold Lounge, we stopped and with her free hand, she pulled the door open.

"What the hell are we doing in here?" I thought to myself as she led me through the open door and the crowded lounge.

As we slipped through the mass of people, I was dumbfounded as to why we were here. Cuckolding was never my cup of tea, in fact, I didn't get it at all. I mean, why would you or your partner want to watch each other fuck someone else? Even though it wasn't my cup of tea, by looking around, it was obviously a lot of other people's fantasy.

Finally, we came to Heather's office and we walked right in. It was much quieter in the office as Heather was the only one there. When the door closed, Heather looked up from her desk.

"Wow, Andrea, look how sexy you look tonight," Heather said as she stood up, now dressed in a little black dress and heels.

"Thank you, Heather, you look fantastic too," Andrea said as they embraced in a quick hug, with Heather sliding her hand down and gently squeezing Andrea's butt.

While I stood there, I would have been blind not to have noticed the lingering looks they gave each other. Their hug ended, but they still held each other's arms. I had to admit that Heather looked incredible next to Andrea. What I still didn't know, though, was what we were doing here, when I thought we would have a special night alone.

"Come on, you guys, let's get ready," Heather said as she took Andrea's hand and led her out of her office.

Looking back at me, Andrea grabbed my hand, and together, all three of us walked out into the lounge. As we walked, I noticed that there were people fucking on several couches scattered around the lounge while others sat across from them being cuckolded. Returning my attention to Heather and Andrea, we stopped directly in front of the main stage in the lounge and sat down on the sofa that faced the sofa on the stage.

Heather sat down first, then Andrea as they left room for me to sit between them. Looking at Andrea, I gave her a look of confusion as I had no idea why we were here. Finally, curiosity got to me, so I asked.

"What are we doing in Cuckold Lounge when I thought we were going to have a special night tonight?" I asked Andrea, who crossed her legs, began bouncing her foot, and looked at me nervously.

"I will answer that for you, Allen," Heather said as she placed her hand on my upper thigh.

I turned my attention to Heather and gazed into her blue eyes. She smiled a bit before looking up at the empty stage and couch in front of us. As others were being cuckolded on other couches throughout the lounge, the sounds of orgasms and moaning began to have an effect on me.

"I asked Andrea to be here tonight so we could make the announcement and introduce David, our new Cuckold Lounge bull, to everyone in the lounge," Heather said as her soft hand rubbed up and down my thigh before she patted it softly.

Just then, a cocktail waitress walked by with a tray full of Orgasm Shots. Heather took one while I shook my head that I didn't want one. When the waitress offered them to Andrea, she reached out and took two, throwing them down one after another.

As the waitress walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into Andrea tonight. She prepared for us to have a special evening and took the time to look sexier than I ever could remember. But tonight, she seemed different, anxious almost. Just then, Heather stood up and took Andrea by the hand, guiding her to her feet.

"We will be right back," Heather said as she held Andrea's hand and led her back to her office.

As they walked, Andrea looked back over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. Once they walked into the office, I sat back and relaxed. As I looked around, I had to give Heather credit for having such a nice clean lounge. It was comfortable and cozy here, which I guess would need to be if someone was watching their partner being fucked by someone else. I also noticed that one of our security guards was seated close to the entrance in case someone being cucked became jealous and upset. Finally, after about ten minutes, Heather returned alone and sat down, this time on the side where Andrea was sitting before.

"Where is Andrea?" I asked as Heather flashed a wicked grin before glancing up at the main stage.