The Club - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

The Club - Chapter Two

I leaned back into Kat, content for a few moments to rest in her arms. My mind was spinning, my nerves jangled. I had just violated every vow I had sworn on my wedding day, betraying my husband and my children, not to mention the norms of the polite society we all inhabited. A stranger had just forced his cock down my throat, and I had willingly, eagerly even, opened my most sacred space to accept him. And I had shared his seed with my new companion, who even now was caressing me intimately, her fingers running through my hair, her soft lips tenderly brushing my neck.

Slowly, I rose, dizzy and a bit disoriented. Kat gathered my clothes, took my hand, and led me out of the room where I had committed my act of infidelity. She guided me down the hall to the locker room and helped me hang my clothes in my locker. There were others in the room, in various stages of dress. My senses sharpened, and I took in the details. The curve of a young woman’s body accentuated by her lingerie. A mature woman, completely naked, her body sculpted by hours in the gym. A young man half her age standing behind her, his cock already hardening, no doubt at the thought of what was to transpire this evening. He glanced at me with what looked like approval, and his companion offered a friendly and seductive hello.

I smiled back and we exchanged pleasantries. The young man’s cock continued to grow until he was fully erect. I had to fight the urge to stare, and my trance was broken only by Kat, who ...

... herself now was naked. She planted a wet kiss directly on my mouth and whispered, “let’s get out of here.”

I followed her out toward the bar, where we found a love seat. Kat invited me to sit and, excusing herself, walked to the bar. I watched as she moved away. Her ass was round and pleasant, her body fit. As she returned with two tall glasses of water, I apprised her from the front. Her hair was chin-length and dark, framing a face that held mystery – a curious mixture of girl-next door and harlot. Her breasts were medium and natural, nipples standing out proudly. Her mid-section was toned, her body tastefully adorned in art. There was a triangle of pubic hair atop her shaved pussy lips, and my body responded with a shiver.

She placed the glasses on the table and sat, turning to face me with a smile.

“A penny for your thoughts,” she teased.

I was at a loss for words.

She continued. “How are you feeling?”

Again, I hesitated, so she became more direct. “Did you enjoy it?”

She must have seen me blush, so she leaned in and planted an intimate kiss on my mouth. My body betrayed me, and I returned her passion measure for measure. She swung a leg over me and straddled me, taking my face in her hands and gazing directly into my eyes. The heat between her legs was noticeable. She spoke again.

“Katherine, you are beautiful, exciting, and sexy. I want this night to be everything you want it to be, and yet nothing more.”

I finally was able to compose myself ...