I ordered a sparkling water with ice and lemon and took a seat, as I checked my watch. Ten minutes until she was due to arrive. I felt my cock twitch, the thought of having a woman that fit for her age, was one hell of a turn on. Then again, at my age, anything was a turn on. Everything reminded me of sex, I was a constant walking erection, at risk of breaking my cock by walking into tables or doors. My aroused state didn’t go unnoticed by a group of girls in the bar, who were giggling and playing eye tennis between Logan and I. I caught his eye and saw his lips lift at the corners, as he shook his head. He was used to all attention, it was like water off a duck’s back, I on the other hand, loved it. I reached down and draped my hand between my legs and squeezed myself slowly, as I held one of the girls’ gaze and smirked as she choked on her cocktail and went red. If I’d not been working, she’d have been just my type and I might have booked a room, just to invite her up.
Ava Renshaw
‘Mrs. Renshaw? May I come in? I have a delivery for you.’
‘Of course,’ I called, as I sat at my dressing table and applied my mascara. I turned and smiled as Anne, our housekeeper, entered the master bedroom with a large white box, tied with a red ribbon.
‘A gift from Mr. Renshaw?’ she enquired, as she placed it on the bed.
‘Quite possibly,’ I nodded, as I tried to keep my cheeks from flushing as I lied. I knew that was from Logan. I’d had them from him before.
‘What time will you be home tonight? Will you want anything making?’
‘That’s so kind of you, but I’ll be fine, Anne. I may be very late, in fact, I may stay out for the night.’
‘Going dancing again with the girls,’ she nodded with a grin.
‘You’re too observant,’ I replied with a smile, feeling awful that I had to keep up this deception. She was a good woman and I detested lies, but sometimes they were a necessity. ‘Enjoy a night off Anne, you deserve it.’
‘And you deserve to have some fun. I don’t know how you cope with Mr. Renshaw being away so often, if that was my husband I wouldn’t be as tolerant.’
‘It’s his job, I knew that when we got married. He works hard and provides well for me, I can’t complain.’
‘You’re too nice,’ she retorted with raised brows, as she made her way over the door. ‘Enjoy your night out.’
‘I will,’ I nodded, not lying this time. Enjoying a night with Logan Steele came with a guarantee. I sighed as she closed the door behind her and put my head in my hands. I’d never wanted to be the sort of woman who cheated on her husband, yet while David was the perfect provider, he was so lacking in so many other ways. I felt like I was just a façade, the pretty wife who could attend his finance functions and stuffy dinners, someone to look good on his arm and be able to hold intelligent conversations about the state of the markets, political affairs and current world news. I should have known when our sex life was less than inspiring during those earlier years, that he was never going to be the passionate man I craved. He was good looking, charming and attentive while he was pursuing me, and initially sex hadn’t been too bad, but it had rapidly fizzled out the higher up the ranks he rose. He rarely spent any time with me, when he did I felt like I was with a stranger and he tried to make up for his absences with a new shiny bauble. I had an entire section of my dressing room given up to jewellery boxes and drawers. Beautiful as they were, I’d give up all of them, all of his wealth and trappings, if it meant I could be the object of his affection, for him to crave me, to not be able to get enough of me. I knew I paid Logan to be that way with me, but I’d never felt more needed or desirable, than those sessions with him. Not since I was a teenager and fell in love with my best friend.
I stood up and slid my dressing gown off my shoulders and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I was in great shape for my age. We’d never had children, even if he’d wanted children, the lack of sex would have made that impossible. It had to have been eighteen months since he last mounted me. And I use the term mounted for a reason. He was drunk and I was there. He didn’t want me, I could have actually been anyone. A couple of thrusts and it was over and I’d had to roll him off me when he’d promptly fallen asleep, oblivious to my lack of orgasm and tears. I’d forgotten what sex could actually be like, until one of my friends had convinced me to email Logan three years ago. My night with him had been an eye opener, in more ways than one. I was even beginning to question David’s sexuality, maybe he was gay and he’d only married me for appearances. All I knew was that I was a sexual woman and I was severely lacking. There was only so much a whole drawer of sex toys could give you. Nothing could replicate a passionate kiss, skin on skin, the heat generated between two bodies. I knew, given that I was paying for sex every few months, my logic was slightly flawed, even more hypocritical, but by paying Logan I felt the betrayal was slightly lessened. I wasn’t having an ongoing affair, I wasn’t mentally or emotionally cheating, it was purely physical. Something to scratch that unbearable itch every few months, an itch my husband should be scratching. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried talking to him about it, every time I told him I was unhappy he’d just buy me more jewels and I’d end up buying another vibrator.
I headed over to the bed, undid the red ribbon and lifted the lid of the box and smiled. Logan was always classy with his deliveries. Wrapped in tissue paper was a beautiful red satin bra, the cups of which were linked with pearls, then I caught my breath, as I picked up the matching red and pearl thong and felt myself clench at the thought of the cool beads against my hot flesh. I carefully stepped into it, shimmied it up and flexed my hips as the pearls nestled into place. Damn it, Logan. I’d never worn a pearl thong, what was he trying to do to me? Have me come as I walked into the bar? I did up the bra, never questioning how he knew my size, Logan was a consummate professional, he knew everything he needed to know, for any occasion. I nodded approvingly at the knee length red lace dress with long sleeves, surprisingly demure yet sexy at the same time and sat on the bed to do up the red high heeled shoes. I guessed red was a colour of passion and desire, quite apt given my fantasy tonight.
I brushed my hair into a side ponytail, which I draped over my shoulder, slicked on some clear gloss and headed to the dressing room to grab an appropriate clutch, gasping at the sensation of the pearls rolling against my clit and lips. If his aim was to get me wet before I saw him, mission accomplished. The feeling was sensational. I headed downstairs, more slowly than normal, as I tried to adjust to the pearls rubbing against me and rising higher into my flesh. I walked across the marble lobby and went into the kitchen, where Anne was making her dinner.
‘Mrs. Renshaw,’ she gasped. ‘You look stunning.’
‘Thank you,’ I smiled. ‘I’ll be heading out in a while, I have my mobile on me if David calls here for me.’
‘If he calls I’ll let him know,’ she replied with a slight shake of her head. I tried not to let onto the staff how things were between the two of us, but she was too astute and had caught me in tears once too often. She went to make a move as the doorbell rang.
‘Please stay put, it’s only my ride. I’ll probably see you tomorrow.’
‘Have a lovely evening.’
‘I’m sure I will,’ I called over my shoulder, that was a given. I opened the door to find Logan’s driver waiting for me, with the car door already open. I let out a slight mewl as I lowered myself into the car and the pearls moved higher, they were firmly wedged in my groove, pressed against my clit. When the engine started, the vibrations ran straight through them and had me clench my teeth and close my eyes as pleasure coursed through me.
The Bar
Ava
James offered me his hand, to help me out of the car and I thanked him and made my way through the sliding doors into the foyer and headed for the bar. I noticed heads turn as I walked through. No, my attractiveness definitely wasn’t the reason for my husband’s lack of attentions, that was for sure. My stride faltered when I saw Logan watching me from the end
of the bar, just where he said he’d be and I felt my mouth drain of saliva. He was a damn fine specimen of a man, if I thought I’d wet the pearls on the ride over, I’d just soaked them looking at him. He immediately stood up as I approached, towering over me even in my heels, placed a hand on my waist as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I had to swallow a whimper of pleasure to smell him again, he reeked of sexual masculinity.
‘Ava.’ His voice was like molten chocolate and damn it, if it didn’t send a little surge of extra excitement to my clit. ‘You look even more stunning than usual.’
‘All thanks to you,’ I smiled, as he straightened up.
‘Nonsense, only a brunette with an exceptional figure could pull of that colour and dress. You look nervous, is everything all right?’ he asked, a small crease appearing between his dark brows making him look even more rakishly handsome.
‘I’m a little … what if … what if I don’t find him attractive?’ I whispered.
‘Trust me, as long as you have a pulse, I don’t think that will be an issue,’ he smiled and flicked his head down to the other end of the bar. I followed his gaze and locked eyes with a gorgeous looking blond, with the most piercing blue eyes, who gently nodded at me and I swallowed hard again and looked back up at Logan.
‘He looks seventeen, Logan. I look old enough to be his mother. I am probably old enough to be his mother, yours too.’
‘Don’t do that, don’t put yourself down. You’re a very desirable woman Ava, by anyone but your blind husband, who has no idea what he’s missing. Trust me, Trey is twenty-one and he knows what he’s doing. You don’t find him attractive? Is that the problem?’
‘The problem is I do,’ I sighed. ‘It’s not right, what I’m doing isn’t right.’
‘No, what your husband is doing isn’t right, neglecting his wife. It’s a man’s job to make sure he takes care of his wife in all areas, Ava. Both in and out of the bedroom. You’re a beautiful sexy woman, who deserves to be appreciated and given how long it’s been since that last happened, you deserve two sets of hands to give you double the pleasure, to try and make up for what you’ve missed.’
‘But I … I …’ I looked back over at Trey, then up at Logan again, as I struggled with my body screaming at me to let them both attend to me and the common feeling of guilt. Logan leaned in and lay his lips gently on the side of my neck and breathed out, making my skin pucker under the warmth, as he whispered in my ear in that seriously sultry tone of his.
‘Imagine my tongue slowly trailing through those swollen folds of yours, teasing your clit the way I know you love, while Trey’s skilled fingers knead at those ripe breasts of yours and his lips coax those sensitive nipples to stiff points. Two pairs of hands caressing your skin as we bring you to the most explosive climax you’ve ever experienced. And this is me talking, Ava. You already know what I can do to you, how good do you think it will be with Trey in the mix at the same time?’
‘O my God,’ I whimpered as I nodded. I was sodden and my nipples had already peaked. I did know how good Logan was, but even he couldn’t be everywhere on my body at once. The thought of being kissed, while my clit was being licked or sucked, was overwhelming that little nagging voice that was telling me I shouldn’t be here. Even before I’d first hired Logan, my secret fantasy was to have two men pleasure me all night. And now it seemed my fantasy really was going to become a reality. ‘Take me upstairs now, before I change my mind.’
‘Excellent. You won’t regret it. Have I ever let you down before?’ he asked, as he straightened up and offered me his hand, which I took.
‘Never,’ I responded on a breathy sigh, as my chest heaved.
Logan
I checked my watch as I drank my water, keeping one eye on the door of the bar. Ava should be arriving any moment. She was probably the only client I’d actually looked forward to meeting, since my booking with Summer. If she’d been ten or so years younger, she’d have been quite my type. A classic brunette beauty, sexy yet classy, intelligent and sweet. Most of all, I knew how much these sessions meant to her. Yes it was sex because she wanted it, but it was more like she needed it to flourish, like a plant starved of water. Without it she’d wither and lose her confidence. She needed to be reminded that she was a sensual woman, a sexual being who most guys would chew their damn right arm off to have, yet that wanker she was with ignored her and made her insecure about her own self-worth. I despised men like him, what man didn’t put his wife as the centre of his world and bring her the pleasure she deserved?
I wasn’t entirely sure why she stayed with him. It wasn’t the money, she came from money herself, the background checks my IT guy, Ian, had run for me, had unearthed that straight away. Her family had ties to the oil business in the Middle East, which explained her dark glossy hair, rich chocolate eyes and almost olive skin tone. I could only put it down to a marriage of convenience, or maybe her self-esteem really was shot. Either way, I saw myself as the seasonal rains on the plains of the Serengeti, quenching her thirst after the long dry spell and giving her the sustenance required to keep moving forward, until I sated her again. She shouldn’t need me though, he should be her water, he should be nurturing her.
I nodded at Trey, as I saw her enter the bar and smiled over at her. She looked amazing, as ever. That rich red I’d chosen really suited her skin tone and she had the best figure of any woman her age I’d ever seen. She’d put women younger than her to shame. Her breasts weren’t big enough for my tastes, not heavy and full like Summer’s, with those enormous pink nipples that had given my mouth such a work out, and she wasn’t as curvaceous. Damn it. I was thinking of bloody Summer, again. I was hard for her, again. Nine damn months and she still plagued my waking and sleeping thoughts. I quickly stood up to greet Ava.
Trey
I saw Logan nod at me and quickly looked around at the bar entrance and nearly whistled through my teeth. There were sexy women and sexy women, she ranked right up there. Her picture seriously hadn’t done her justice. Part of me wondered why a woman like her had to pay for sex, part of me was thankful, she was going to be no chore. I was hard already, but my dick surged as I studied her, and once I got this hard, it wasn’t easy to get it to go down. I cocked my head as I ran my eyes up her long shapely legs, nicely offset by those heels. Damn. I knocked back my water as Logan spoke to her and I saw her look back at me. She looked nervous, but I recognised the fire in her eyes. She wasn’t backing out, she was eager for us.
I slid off my stool and picked up my briefcase, which contained a fresh shirt and underwear for the morning and my toiletries, along with condoms and lubricant, staple supplies for any job. I followed them out of the bar, winking at the girls as I passed and they broke into more girlish giggles, as their cheeks flamed. I soon turned my attention to Ava’s backside swaying sexily in her closely fitted dress. She was one classy looking woman. A natural looking woman, a rarity with some of the clients I saw, all fake tits, nails and some arses too. I wondered what would happen if they sat on a tack on a chair? Would their backsides suddenly deflate? And if one cheek went down, would you have to pop the other, to even out the sagginess of the previously filled domes? I decided next time I was sucking on a fake tit I wouldn’t apply so much pressure, a mouthful of exploding plastic was possibly the one thing that would deflate my cock as quick as their breasts.
The Lounge
Ava
Trey closed the door behind me, as Logan took my clutch bag and placed it on the coffee table, then gently tugged on my pony tail, tipping my head to the side, as he trailed his tongue up my neck. I sighed heavily, I was so sensitive there. I was so sensitive everywhere. Months of lack of contact, had me as tight as a coiled spring waiting for release. In fact if Logan kept kissing my neck like that, I was liable to come. My clit was already pulsating against those smooth pearls and I half closed my eyes as his lips met my skin and started to kiss. Gentle butterfly kisses that made my skin crackle and rendered me to the consistency of warmed hone
y. I heard a champagne cork pop and looked through lazy eyes to see Trey pouring a glass from my favourite bottle. How did Logan know these things? Logan’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers gently kneading, as Trey set down the glass on the coffee table and stepped up behind me. I caught my breath as he placed his hands on my waist and started to kiss the other side of my neck.
‘Ava,’ he sighed as he moved up to my ear. ‘Your body’s insane. I’d love to see more of it.’
‘Hmmm,’ I sighed, as I tried to get used to the sensation of having my neck kissed on both sides at once. A man could have such an effect with his lips in just the right place there, but two sets of lips? Holy hell, I was going to be done in after the first session with these guys. I felt his fingers move to clasp my zip and he lowered it agonisingly slowly, trailing his index finger down each vertebra as he went. Crackles of energy came off his hand and soaked into my skin and I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, as a moan escaped my lips.
‘Champagne?’ Logan breathed into my ear.
‘I … O God,’ I cried, as Trey bit the back of my neck. He ran his hands up to my shoulders and slipped his fingers into the material of my dress and started to work it down my arms.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ chuckled Logan, as he stepped away from me. I helped Trey by extracting my hands from the sleeves of my dress and shivered as his fingers skimmed over my waist and hips, as he rolled the dress further down until it slithered to the floor, leaving me standing in just my heels and underwear.
‘Ava,’ he groaned, as he flattened his palms and moved them around to clutch my stomach. ‘Do you have any idea how hard you’ve made me?’
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