"Well, here we are," I announced as our car grew silent. Tara seemed lost in thought as she gazed out at the blazing nighttime display of the Kensington's marque. She had suffered through a myriad of conflicting emotions ever since we were first contacted by Darius, and I could almost feel the turmoil and anticipation coming to a boil in her now.
"Are you sure about this, babe?” I asked with real concern. "We don't need to go in if you're having second thoughts. It isn't too late to call it off." Part of me was hoping she would, but Tara gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
"No, of course not, Elliot. I want to meet him. Then we can decide how far we let things go. I have to admit, the idea of being with another man after all these years does scare me, but l guess that's part of the fun."
She sighed softly as she turned toward me, revealing the naughty smile gracing her delicate lips. "Honestly, I don't think I've been this excited since our wedding night."
Hearing her compare this with our first night as a married couple hit me like a body shot, but I did my best to suppress my hurt. Tara and I had been married for ten years, and this was going to be a major first for us.
"That's understandable," I told her with more confidence than I actually felt. "It's just that I'd hoped we'd find a compatible couple. I don't know how comfortable I am with the idea of having to sit and watch you have sex with him."
We'd had this discussion a dozen times already and Tara gave me a tired glance that warned me not to go there again.
"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll get your chance. I know we didn't plan it like this, but once he replied to our ad, mmm, I just couldn't resist the chance to meet him." That hungry look of anticipation once again flashed in her eyes, and I knew there would be no turning back.
The whole thing was leaving a bad taste in my mouth, and I grimaced inwardly but dropped the subject. The whole point of meeting someone outside of our marriage was to relight the fire that once made our bed the focal point of our lives. I had to admit, ever since we received the email from Darius Whittaker, Tara had been as passionate in bed as she'd ever been. Obviously, the idea of fucking him filled a need for her, and at this point, all I could do was follow along and hope it wouldn't blow up in my face.
"You do look beautiful tonight," I offered in hopes of buoying the mood. That part was true enough. Having that one, little black dress seemed like a rite of passage for most women, and the one she wore highlighted her curves perfectly. At thirty-two, she still had a great figure, and her heart-shaped ass was a constant temptation for me.
The soft movement of her breasts as they slowly rose and fell drew my eye to the gold pendant as it lay wedged into the deep valley of her cleavage. It was a sight that simply took my breath away. Often, she would scoff at my admiration of her bust line, claiming it was the magic of her bra that made them look so full, but that was just her being modest. I knew firsthand that even nude, her tits were glorious.
"Thank you, baby," she replied with a blush, and I was once again charmed by how she would always be embarrassed by my compliments. It was one of the things that made me love her, and that connection made it easier for me to accept where this night was likely to lead.
"I'm sure he's going to be as excited as you are," I added in support. "I have to admit, I'm getting excited about this too. I really believe this will be good for us in the long run. Getting to see you with him will be incredible, but I what I really want is for you to have a good time."
Tara's naughty smile returned and her hand caressed my cock through my slacks. "You know, Elliot. This doesn't have to be hands off for you. Darius is bisexual. You could always join in on the fun, if you wanted."
"Oh God, no," I replied with a laugh. "I'm not that open minded yet."
"Well, that's too bad. It would be a turn-on for me to see you with him. The offer is there, sweetie. It's your loss if you aren't willing to try new things."
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There were many places we could have met up with Darius, but he insisted on the Kensington, saying it was the perfect place for our little get together. In the end, we accepted despite the longer drive, more because we would be well away from prying eyes than for any special ambience the Hotel offered. Still, the place was magnificent. Wanting to freshen up, Tara and I checked into our suite before we met Darius in the lounge.
Once there, it become apparent as to why Darius loved the place. The Rendezvous was a private, guest-only lounge located well away from the casino floor. As an adult-only venue the lounge could create its particular decor with a taste for the erotic, and its entire feel was that of a hedonistic paradise.
I easily identified the paintings by Patrick Nagel and Hajime Sorayama, many of which were placed tastefully over the dimly lit and secluded booths. There were many others by artists I wasn't familiar with, but each was as tastefully erotic as those I knew. It seemed everything about the lounge served to surround its guests in a movement of sensuality, exposing every sense to images, textures, scents and sounds that fit the desired mood perfectly.
We were barely seated in our booth when a tall, well-built black man in a dark, blue-satin suit strolled over from the bar. "Elliott, Tara, I see you both made it," Darius announced with a wide grin as he arrived beside the table.
I stood, and offering him my hand, was immediately impressed with the strength in his grip. "Please, Darius, have a seat. Tara and I have been looking forward to meeting you."
The smile on his face only seemed to grow wider as he released my hand. "That's very gracious of you both," he replied with a jovial flair. He was obviously a man of style, and his body language radiated a less than quiet confidence, as if he was used to being the center of attention without ever actually having to demand it.
His approach to our booth placed him next to me with Tara on my other side, but Darius hesitated and ran his palm over his smoothly shaven head. "I wonder, Elliot, would you mind very much letting me sit next to Tara? I find that these things go much more easily if she can get used to my presence early on." His finger rested along his chin as he made the request, as if he was just now contemplating it, but I had the distinct sense it was far more intended than improvised. In that moment, he effectively separated me from my wife, and the hackles rose on the back of my neck.
"You understand," he finished with a wink, smiling like the damn Cheshire Cat.
I admit being caught by surprise, and I was about to tell him he'd have to wait before getting that close to my wife, until Tara patted the set next to her.
"I think that's a grand idea," she quickly interjected. "You don't mind, do you, Elliot? It will give Darius and I a chance to get better acquainted."
With Tara in agreement, I could only step aside and let him take my place by her side. Feeling very much out of place, I slid in on the other side the half-moon booth, leaving an uncomfortable amount of empty seat between me and my wife. Tara and Darius held hands and within seconds, were chatting and giggling in tones so quiet I could barely hear them.
"This is a wonderful hotel," I interjected, largely to remind them I was there. "Tara and I wondered why you were so insistent on meeting here. Now that we're here, I'm beginning to understand."
Darius wrapped Tara's hand in his huge paw and nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry for that. I know it was a longer drive for you both," he suavely replied, deliberately looking at Tara as he apologized.
"As it happens, I know the owner," he continued. "She and I have been friends for a long time. Kassandra built this hotel as her vision of the perfect, adult playground. You'll notice that each booth is set back enough to provide complete privacy. I assure you, the only rule here is to enjoy yourself. Kassandra ensures that the staff is discrete, and accepting of anything that makes her guests stay something to remember."
"You know Kassandra Bane?" Tara exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm. "I've read a lot about her. Well, a lot of what's known, anyway. She's the new flavor of the week in all the tabloids. What is she like? The pictures I've seen of her are absolutely beautiful." Tara was gushing with excitement for this woman, and her entire body became animated as she questioned our guest.
"Kassandra is a force of nature," Darius reverently explained. "She is every bit as beautiful as you say, and she possesses an amazing intellect. She is absolutely shameless in pursuit of anything she desires." The gleaming white teeth flashing from under his smile felt more to me like those of a predator than a potential lover, but Tara was quickly succumbing to his charm.
She appeared quite awestruck, in fact, and soon began to lean into him as he spoke. He had a natural charisma, and even I was beginning to feel his contagious excitement as he wove his web around my wife. Any nerves she may have had were quickly giving way to her arousal. All too soon, she was relaxing easily against his body and she simply melted into him when he slipped his arm around her shoulder.
"It sounds like you have been quite intimate with her, Darius. If so, I admit to being insanely jealous." It was true enough. I'd seen Kassandra Bane in the news, and Tara wasn't exaggerating about her looks.
Part of me though, wanted to remind my wife that the man who was holding her so intimately was just a player, a one-night cock who might be fun to ride, but would never be there for her when the party was over. I'm sure my feelings were plainly written on my face. Darius clearly noticed, even if Tara did not, and he shot me a condescending look that let me know he didn't give a fuck how I felt.
"Elliot, you know a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, but she did enjoy my company enough to give me this." Reaching to his wallet, he slipped out his 'Club 13' membership card.
Banded in gold, the black-onyx card gleamed in the booth's indirect lighting. Holographically emblazoned letters formed the words 'Club 13' inside the cards crystalline body. The flaming red and yellow letters danced in the light, merging colors and direction as he turned it this way and that. It was a stunning visual effect that gave the card an almost supernatural appearance, making it seem more a mystical artifact than a mere hotel club card.
One look at that card made it clear to anyone who saw it that this was no ordinary membership. Worse, his access to such a club only added to his air of mystery, and I was well aware that this made him all the more desirable to my wife. He was a smug bastard, and I was certain this was his way of telling me he wasn't about to walk away from a chance of getting Tara into bed.
"That's beautiful," Tara intoned on cue, as if she was oblivious to the pissing contest going on around her. "Look at that, Elliot. Have you ever seen such an elegant club card? It looks like it's made of some kind of glass."
"Yes, it does," I responded as she handed it to me. Other than a short series of numbers indicating his membership code, it had nothing written on the front that would have identified the owner. Flipping it over, I saw only a version of the classic 'sexy-demon' silhouette in red, replete with prehensile tail and a pair of bat wings rising from her back.
"My name is encoded," Darius explained. "The idea is that should it be stolen; the member's identity would still be protected."
"It all sounds so very hush-hush," Tara gushed. "Can I at least ask what kind of club it is? What does the '13' stand for?"
Darius's smile grew wider, and his gaze pierced into hers as his fingers slowly began to caress her neck. "It allows me access to the 13th floor Fetish Club on the East Wing, and to a number of smaller attractions the hotel doesn't advertise to the general public."
"Wow, it all sounds so very exclusive, don't you think, Elliot?"
"Absolutely," I dryly responded, but my sarcasm seemed to go unnoticed.
"Are there many famous members?" Tara inquired. She had always been a tabloid junkie, and I was sure her mind was now filled with images of her favorite actors being secretly involved in all manner of sexual debauchery.
"Possibly," Darius cryptically replied, "but discretion is something Kassandra takes very seriously. It's against the rules for me to reveal any personal details. Besides, many of the events are attended only by select groups. Even I don't know who most of the members are."
It seemed that Darius's tales of sexual excess were going to dominate the table for the rest of the evening, but his dialogue was interrupted by the sudden appearance of our server.
“Hello. Welcome to the Rendezvous. I’m Tricia, and I’ll be serving you tonight.” Her soft soprano was clear and carried the musical sweetness of youth. She was a petite girl, slim and no more than five foot six, even in her heels. The green satin, evening gown-style uniform she wore was the same as all the other servers, but unlike the rest, she somehow appeared more like a high-school prom queen than a woman on an elegant night out. She was refreshingly cute, and had an innocence that belied the general ambiance of lounge.
Darius, continuing his command of the table, flashed his pearly smile. "Well, hello, Tricia," he warmly replied. "My friends and I will be having a drink before we move the party upstairs."
“Excellent, I’m sure you will all have a wonderful time.”
“Oh, we will, won’t we, Tara?”
“I’m beginning to think so.” Tara seemed to shrink as she answered, and a warm rosiness filled her cheeks as his gaze burned into her.
Emboldened by her submissiveness, Darius brought his lips close to her ear, speaking so softly I could barely hear. “Does that mean you trust me, Tara?”
The words were laced with innuendo and sounded so incredibly intimate that my wife actually began to tremble. “I want to trust you,” she breathlessly replied, and Darius's face twisted into an almost learning grin.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered back, quickly brushing his lips on hers before turning back to our server. “Tell me, Tricia, do you find Elliot's wife to be sexy?"
"Oh, yes sir. She is very beautiful." Tricia sensed the shift in mood as quickly as I, and her eyes sparkled excitement as Darius continued stroking Tara's skin. His touch was gentle and insistent and soon moved from her arms to her breasts.
"That's very sweet of you," Tara responded meekly, obviously torn and embarrassed by being touched this way in front of the girl. Her face was turning bright red, and her eyes searched mine as if she were seeking my support.
The evening was taking a turn neither of us expected, but some form of exhibitionism was something I'd suggested when we first started the quest that brought us here. At the time, Tara flat out refused the idea of semi-public sex. But now, with this young lady watching, she made no complaint as Darius openly played with her tits. Neither of us expected him to be so shamelessly brazenly about what we were doing, and Tara's eyes flashed with what I could only believe was a mixture of longing and fear.
"You see, Tricia," Darius continued. "Tara and I are playing a little game tonight, and so for now, she belongs to me. Isn't that so, babe?"
His hands were moving lower, and Tara almost shuddered as he began to slide her dress up and over her thighs. "Darius. Please, I'm not sure..." she began, but he shushed her with a gentle ease.
"Trust me, okay?" he murmured to her. "Look at her. She wants to see you come. So, does your husband. Let's give them both something to remember."
Darius was now completely in control, and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy cuckolding me so openly. Both Tricia and I were speechless as he urged my wife to turn and lean against his chest while he exposed her panties to my view.
"Take them off and give them to her," he told Tara. This was the turning point, and my gaze flashed from my wife to Tricia as Tara struggled with her fear. Darius then drew her long, dark hair from her shoulder and nuzzled her neck, making her tremble even harder. "It's okay, babe. She wants to see you come, don't you, Tricia?" His eyes flashed brightly at the girl and her face reddened to a bright pink as she nodded.
Standing as she was in front of the table, Tricia couldn't see what was happening under it, but she was fidgeting uncomfortably and her deep cleavage rapidly rose and fell as she realized what was happening. "Yes, I do. I think it would be hot. She's a beautiful woman."
By then, I was a complete spectator and I found myself as fascinated by Tricia's reaction as I was by my wife's. The drama Darius set in motion played out slowly, and each of us had been drawn into it until the tension was as thick as fog.
Tara was almost paralyzed with fear, but the way she gripped his arm told me she longed for his touch. "Elliot?" she whimpered, as if she were begging my permission to let him continue.
It was insanely hot for me to watch this with our server, and I nodded my consent. "Go ahead, babe," I told her. "This is what you wanted, right?"
I hadn't really believed she would do it, but to my shock, Tara rose and slipped her black lace thong down over her hips. Seeing her expose herself like that made my heart race, and my cock began to throb in my slacks as the bare skin of her hips appeared. Reaching down, she drew her panties over her legs and then handed them to Darius.
"Oh, my gosh," Tricia whispered as Darius handed Tara's obviously damp panties to her. The girl clenched them tightly and I could see her fingers sliding over the crotch, as if she were savoring the feel of my wife's excitement on the cloth.
Tara seemed transformed, and unprompted, she lifted one leg to the seat, opening her thighs for Darius. The man smiled in victory, and made a show of licking his fingers before sliding them down and stroking her already wet pussy.
"Mmm, that feels so good," Tara murmured as he began to finger her. I couldn't make out exactly what he was doing, but I knew he had one of his large fingers deep inside her. Soon, her thighs were completely open and her head lolled back and rested on his chest. Darius kissed her deeply while his fingers built up a steady rhythm over her inflamed sex.
None of us spoke and the only sound I heard was the wet sloshing of his fingers stirring her molten flesh. Subtle moans began issuing from my wife, and her gaze flashed at each of us as she was so openly plundered. She was incredibly aroused, though, and she didn't t resist at all when he dug out one of her breasts from her dress.
Her pink nipple was hard and thick, and I could see Tricia licking her lips as he began flicking his thumb over it. For several minutes, he strummed her body like a cello, drawing a deep melody from her body until she could only hold him while her peak approached.
"Tell them when you are going to come," he commanded, and Tara could only nod with her mouth hanging open as he rubbed his finger over her clit.
Glassy-eyed, she began to tense and then a low groan rose from her throat. "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm about too... Oh, my gosh, I'm going to come! Ah shit, yes!"
Tara froze for a long moment, and then her whole body jerked in his arms as a powerful orgasm exploded within her. My wife was always loud when she came, and even though she was trying not to, her moans of pleasure erupted across the table with enough force that I was sure she would be head by others in the lounge.
It was an incredible sight, and I couldn't be sure who was more shocked, me, my wife, or our server.