While two of the girls had left the club, and another, the bride-to-be, was having plenty of adult fun in a secluded corner of the seductive venue, the other two, Avery and Nicole, were out on the dance floor. The fast-paced song ended, and the girls, out of breath, weaved their way through the crowd of barely clothed women and handsome men to their lounge of grey velvet. A waitress came by and asked if she could make them a drink from the array of liquor, mixers, and garnishes that was perched on the silver-plated cocktail table. “Of course,” Nicole said after having calmed her breathing. “Gin and tonic, please.”
The waitress smiled at Avery and asked, “And you?”
“Vodka martini, and make it dry,” replied Avery with a wink.
The waitress mixed their drinks, presented them to the lovely ladies, and scurried away to tend to a group of guys that all wanted to fuck her.
Avery looked at Nicole and said, “She’s fucking hot, don’t you think?”
“Oh dear. You know girls aren’t my thing. But I see more than enough guys here that I would let rip this silly club attire off me.”
“The two of us could have a lot of fun with the two of them,” whispered Nicole, as she pointed to two guys seated at the oval-shaped bar across the aisle.
Avery replied, “Mmm, I believe you are right.”
The two guys, dressed in Italian leather shoes and Armani suits, had been checking out Nicole and Avery for the last half hour.
“Follow me,” said the elder of the two to his friend that was just a few years younger.
The two men retreated slowly from their perch and moved deliberately toward the ladies. Two pumas stalking their prey. The girls pretended not to notice but were immensely turned on by the animalistic pursuit. Nicole let her obscenely short denim shorts rise even higher on her thigh. A sporadic pattern of gold sequin adorned the fabric below the lone button and matched her belt buckle. The black leather separated her teasingly white semi-sheer top from the shorts that left very little to the imagination.
The leader of the two, without invitation and with the confidence of a lion, took a seat beside Nicole, turned into her, and introduced himself.
She already knew she wanted him, but Nicole enjoyed being hunted. She playfully teased her silvery blonde hair as he complimented the diamonds that hung from her ears. He was no more interested in her earrings as he was about the lackluster homelife that she was blabbing about. What did interest him was her alluring breasts that begged to be released from the solid white bra that held them prisoner. She noticed him glancing down her shirt, scooted closer, and stopped talking.
Meanwhile, just a foot away on the same couch, Avery and Matteo were already involved in a vigorous make-out session. There was no small talk between these two, only simple introductions. The sexual attraction was so intense that they had already forgotten each other’s names. All Avery cared about was the way Matteo squeezed her tits through the silky black crop top that hung from her shoulders by the tiniest of spaghetti straps, and she couldn’t wait for him to get her out of her leather pants.
After a break in the action, Avery turned to Nicole and said, “Let’s get these two to my suite.”
“Yes, please,” sighed a more than turned on Nicole.
Matteo and Antonio were more than okay with the idea. Audrey and Emma had already left the club, so only Scarlett remained. Avery settled the tab with the waitress and told the two Italians and Nicole that she must find Scarlett to let her know they were leaving. Avery wandered through the dance floor, searching for her best friend. After determining that Scarlett wasn’t dancing, she scoured the lounge areas and bars that spread like an ocean the center bar. No luck there either. Fuck it.
She made her way back to the three who were eagerly awaiting her return. The horny foursome exited the club a few minutes later, made the short walk to the Encore, went up the tower elevators, and into Scarlett and Avery’s suite. Once inside, Nicole pulled Antonio by his tie to the bedroom, leading him like a slave on a leash. A sex slave. She spun him around, kissed him, and pushed him backward. He fell onto Avery’s bed. Nicole kicked off her Jimmy Choos and wiggled out of the sheer top that had turned more than a few heads at the club. She climbed on top of him like a cat. Her bra barely held in her breasts.
Avery and Matteo were on the couch in the living room of her massive suite. They resumed their make-out session from the club after Avery sent a quick text to Scarlett, “Went back to the suite with Nicole and two guys. Feel free to join, or not! Love you girl. Have fun! Call if you need me.”
Matteo peeled the fabric off Avery’s shoulders, and she slid herself out of her crop top. There was no bra underneath and Matteo loved the color of her milky white breasts. Her dime-sized nipples were erect and practically begging to be sucked.
Matteo cooed, “Ooh baby, so beautiful. I want to taste.”
Avery looked at him with stern eyes and replied, “Then be a man. Stop fucking around and go for it.”
Despite her small stature and timid appearance, Avery wasn’t shy at all. She was demanding in all aspects, and that included sex. She could be dominant or submissive, but what she couldn’t take was a man that was hesitant. She let Matteo know that right away, and he didn’t mind at all. He pushed her so that she fell onto her back on the couch. He didn’t bother with kissing her lips or her neck. He went straight for her tits. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it. Hard.
Avery moaned and demanded, “Get your fucking clothes off.”
In the back of Club XS, Jacob’s tongue swirled around the small circle of Scarlett’s ass. She had always wanted Liam to do that, but he never would. Two of his fingers moved in and out of her dripping wet pussy as he teased her sexy ass with his tongue. He moved his fingers a little faster and Scarlett let out a sexy, high pitched shrill. He didn’t stop. He didn’t tell her to keep it down because of the people in the club that may find them. He didn’t care. And neither did she. The closest she got to public sex was in front of her fifth-floor apartment window. Liam, although good in bed, just wouldn’t give her everything she wanted. She was getting it now, from a stranger 2000 miles from home.
She screamed, “Faster. And put another finger in.”
Jacob moved his fingers faster and deeper inside her vagina. He rimmed her, letting his tongue get closer to her tiny opening. A third finger found its way inside her. Scarlett shrilled again, and this time the suit that Jacob had tipped earlier heard her. It turned him on, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the two would get caught. That would prompt questions. Questions from his superiors that he would rather not have to answer. He walked slowly to the edge of the darkness and watched.
He was out of sight from the two lovers, but he could see plenty. And he enjoyed the view.
“Lick me lower,” she whispered. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Oh yeah? Better than your fiancé?”
“God yes. So much fucking better.”
Jacob moved his tongue lower, grazing her entire forbidden entrance. He wrapped his lips around the entirety of it and gave a light suck as his tongue fondled her tight little hole. A violent tremble escaped her body, and then she settled back in.
Scarlett shouted in a whispery tone, “Goddamn you are good.”
Jacob asked, “Want to get out of here so you can be as loud as you want?”
Scarlett pulled him up by his hair and replied, “Only if you do all the things that you want to do to me. Whatever you want. I want to be owned.”
“Oh baby, I can do that. Let’s go.”
The two of them stood up and quickly dressed. Scarlett ran a hand through her hair, fixing as much of it as possible. She thought her makeup must be a disaster, and she was partly right. She reached into her clutch and withdrew her phone and her shades. She put the shades on and checked her messages. She had two messages, one from Liam, and one from Avery. She replied to Avery’s. “Leaving the club with a hottie. I may not be back till morning. XOXO”
Scarlett stood up and asked, “Your place or mine?”
“Either is fine with me.”
“Well if we go to mine, there are two girls and two guys having quite a bit of fun. We can join the orgy or we can…”
Jacob laughed and cut her off, “Let’s go to my suite at the Wynn. My friend is out and about and will not be returning any time soon.”
“If he’s as hot as you I wouldn’t mind.”
They both laughed, shared a kiss, and walked toward the exit. Once out of the club, Jacob took her hand. She didn’t mind and let her fingers intertwine with his. Twenty minutes after leaving the club, they entered his room.
Just as Scarlett slipped off her top and tossed it to the floor, Liam ordered another mule. His friends had left, and he was all alone. He had expected his fiancée to reply by now, but she hadn’t. He saw that she had read his message a half-hour ago. Loneliness and worry set in. She was hot, sexy, and a bit flirtatious. He knew the risks of dating a girl that was wanted by nearly every man that saw her. His fears were becoming a reality. If he only knew. The barmaid smiled at him, and he smiled back. He complimented her top and her smile.
The bartender said, “I’m Belle, everything okay?
He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Meh. I’m alright. My girlfriend is out of town and she isn’t replying. So, I guess,” his sentence trailed off.
“Well, I get off soon if you want to hang out.”
Liam hesitated and took a drink from his copper glass. His fiancé was now on her back in Jacob’s bed. Her panties and top were long gone. Only a plum-colored bra and a plaid mini skirt remained. And only because she was told to leave them on.
Jacob slid his pants and boxers off and said, “Turn over and get your ass in the air. I am going to make you forget about that lame fiancé of yours. What’s his name anyway?”
Scarlett replied, “Liam. His name is Liam. I love it when you talk dirty about him.”
Jacob, in a demanding tone, retorted, “Tonight, I am taking what is his. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Scarlett, loving this little sex game, replied in a submissive tone, “Take what you want. I am yours. I am all yours. Say and do whatever you want to me.”
“That’s right. I love a cheating slut that knows her place.”
Jacob got onto the bed behind her and pressed his cock against her pussy, teasing. She was dripping wet and turned on by his dirty talk. He slowly pushed his cock into her, splitting her open. Scarlett let out a sexy shrill as he penetrated her, deep and slow. He used the strap of her bra like a handle as he thrust further inside her.
She screamed, “Fuck me harder!”
Jacob slapped her ass, hard, and pushed further inside her. He moved faster and faster.
Scarlett yelled, “Harder, fuck.”
His cock swelled as he punished her tiny, pink pussy. With his left hand on her bra strap he smacked her again with his right, leaving a red mark on her butt cheek.
Jacob yelled, “Take that, you little cheating slut.”
“Goddamn that feels good. I love your cock inside me.”
Scarlett’s phone dinged with a text message notification. It was Liam. “Going to bed doll. Hope you’re having a great time.”
Liam looked at Belle and said, “Sounds great. Your place or mine?”
Belle winked at him and said, “Yours. After all, your girl won’t be home tonight. I can play wifey.”
**This is chapter 1 of my new book, Cheating Wives: Sex After Hours, which is the sequel to Bachelorette Sex Party: Cheating Wives. You can find both for free by clicking the links below!