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  I heard a light tapping and the office door opened. Mr. Anderson appeared in the doorway, flanked by his sub.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson. Are we disturbing you?” Anderson asked.

  “No. Come in. Have a seat,” I said.

  My guests sat down on the couch, with Ms. Madsen in the middle. As she relaxed back into the soft cushions, her thighs opened and I felt the skin of her left leg rest against me. We sat quietly together for a moment. Rather than Cassandra picking up her own drink, Mr. Anderson held the glass to her lips. As she sipped her drink, I cast a sideways glance at her. My eyes drifted downward over her pretty, plump breasts to the crotch of her see-though dress. Framed by the pearls, the glistening lips of her sex were peeled open. For just a moment I followed the curved pink folds of her flesh, as if looking into the center of a rose in full bloom. Ms. Madsen caught me staring and I quickly looked away.

  Mr. Anderson gave Ms. Madsen another drink, holding the glass to her lips. The sweet manner in which she sipped from the glass, held by her Dom’s hand, was intoxicating to me. Anderson set down Cassandra’s glass. We picked up our drinks and took a sip together. After taking a second swallow, Mr. Anderson set his glass down on the table in front of the couch. A long uncomfortable pause in our conversation followed and I set my glass down. Anderson sat stiffly and silently. I wondered what he was thinking.

  “Since it’s your first time here, I wanted to personally apologize for my outburst a few minutes ago. Mr. Polk knew the rules of the club and he intentionally broke them. For the protection of the young ladies that frequent my club, these safeguards have been put in place. Polk thought he was above the rules and no one is above the rules here. I didn’t mean to startle you, if I did…” I said.

  “You didn’t startle me at all James,” Ms. Madsen said, smiling. “You worry too much. Maybe some people are afraid of you, but I’m not one of them.”

  “OK…” I said.

  Ms. Madsen made my heart pound almost painfully hard in my chest, each time she spoke to me. We took another drink and another awkward silence followed.

  “Can I ask you something James?” Ms. Madsen asked.

  “Go right ahead.”

  “Are you feeling nervous around me?”

  “No,” I said.

  “You’re sweating,” she observed.

  “It’s warm in here. I turned up the heat when you came into my club. I thought you might be chilly.”

  “That was very thoughtful of you. I was a little chilly when I came in. It’s very toasty in here,” she said.

  A long uncomfortable silence passed as we sipped our bubbly drinks. Ms. Madsen turned her head and slowly gazed at me. She just came right out and said it.

  “I want to have an affair with you James. An affair with both of you…”

  Suddenly Ms. Madsen began to unbutton my shirt and loosen my tie.

  “I don’t see a ring on your finger. Are you married, Mr. Jefferson?” Eloise asked.

  I thought of my wedding ring, sitting at the bottom of Lake Michigan.

  “Divorced,” I said.

  “What happened? Why would a catch like you have gotten divorced?” she asked.

  The truth kept spilling out of me since Ms. Madsen walked through the doors of my club.

  “I caught my ex-wife in bed with another man…”

  “James… I’m so sorry. That was cruel of her to hurt you like that…”

  Ms. Madsen slipped my shirt and suit jacket off my shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, my eyelids and on the scar on my cheek. Then Ms. Madsen shifted her hips onto her Dom’s lap, kissing him and unbuttoning and removing his shirt as well. She lowered herself to the floor in front of Anderson and pushed the coffee table away to give her room to kneel in front of him. She unzipped and removed her Dom’s pants and boxers, shoes and socks. I got off the couch and immediately locked my office door from the inside. I sent a text to my security team that I did not wish to be disturbed except for an emergency.

  When I turned back to the couch, Ms. Madsen was sucking on the head of her Dom’s penis, right in front of me. I took a tentative step toward them and stopped. I thought it might be best to give them some privacy. Before I could leave the room, Ms. Madsen stopped sucking on her Dom and looked over her shoulder at me.

  “Would you care to join us Jim?” Eloise asked nonchalantly, as if inviting me to play a hand of cards with them.

  I looked at Charles. His eyes were shut and there was a sense of serenity that swept across his tormented face. He tilted his head back and breathed in, stroking his fingers through the long luxurious hair of Eloise as she kissed him.

  Against my better judgment I returned to the couch and sat down next to them. I had no idea of how to proceed, so I just continued to watch them out of the corner of my eye. Eloise lifted her arms over her head and Charles peeled her dress off. Her Dom grasped her breasts rather roughly in his grip and sucked her swollen areolas into his mouth rather fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow her entire body through his lips. Eloise closed her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned. Her facial expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Eloise pulled back slightly from the grasp of her Dom. Her nipples were bright red from the intensity of his kisses. She reclined back onto the couch, her head in her Dom’s lap. She looked me directly in my eyes and opened her thighs. For me…

  “Kiss me, James.”

  “Are you sure?” I whispered.

  “Yes. I’m sure…”

  Grasped her thighs in my palms, I tried to forget about the fact that another man was sitting just a few inches away from me. I delicately pulled her pearl-lined panties down her legs and pulled her hips toward me, succumbing to temptation. I breathed in and lowered my lips onto her cleanly shaved outer folds, making my cheeks moist and warm as they brushed against the smooth wet flesh of her labium. Her sex had a sweet scent, like ripe peaches in the warmth of the summer. I shut my eyes and burrowed my face into her innermost folds, sucking on and licking her inside the walls of her sheath, tasting her moisture and greedily swallowing it. My lips found the nub of her clitoris and I latched on, sucking upon the tip of her sensitive flesh. She grasped me tightly around my shoulders, digging into my skin with her nails, and I heard her moan. Ms. Madsen began rubbing her sex over and over into my mouth as I separated her thighs wider with my hands and penetrated her opening with two of my fingers. While kissing and licking her outer lips, I simulated sexual intercourse by rapidly sliding my two fingers in and out of her womb. I had to swallow the juices from her body several times as I kissed her. Her breath became shallow and her moans grew deeper and louder. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered and trembled, her back arched and she pulled her hips back slightly away from my darting tongue, mouth and fingers. I thought perhaps I had made her uncomfortable and she didn’t want me to kiss her further, so I moved slightly away.

  Then something rather amazing happened to me that had never happened with any other woman before in my life. Eloise thrust her sex forward and a fountain of fluid sprayed once and then twice from her womb, soaking my upper chest with a stream of sweet smelling nectar. Her fluid continued to drip out, dampening my leather couch. I had never known a woman could have such a tremendous sexual response before. She was panting so rapidly I thought she might pass out. Between breaths, she tried to speak.

  “Oh… my... That’s never… happened before James… I’m so sorry… Your nice couch…”

  “That’s OK, Eloise. Don’t worry about it,” I said astonished, sitting back on the couch to recover my normal breath.

  I glanced over at Anderson who appeared to be in a state of shock as well. He watched as the fluid that had just gushed out of his submissive slid down my torso and dripped onto my trousers. He stared back up at me with a look of envy in his eyes.

  Suddenly, Charles mounted Eloise and pumped his body vigorously on top of her. I should’ve averted my eyes, but couldn’t look away. Eloise writhed in pleasure beneath him. The
Dom took his sub in a virile uninhibited manner, just a foot away from me. After several minutes of rapid thrusting, his shaft pumping into her like the pistons of an engine, he pulled out. In one swift fluid motion, the Dom flipped his sub onto her stomach, entered her sex from behind and continued pounding into her. He suddenly shouted out, his hands grasping her hips. His voice quivered, as if he was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

  “Say it, submissive! Say it!” Anderson shouted.

  “I’m yours Charles. I’m your submissive. I’ll always be your submissive!” she responded, in a heart-felt manner.

  “Even after Wednesday!”

  “Even after Wednesday.”

  “Even after you get married! Say it!”

  “You’ll always be my Dom, Charles, even after I get married. You’ll always be my Dom, until death do us part!”

  Her last exclamation seemed to trigger her Dom’s release. His back arched and he exploded inside his sub, breathing deeply and visibly shaking, his shaft pressed fully into her womb. It was such an intimate moment I felt embarrassed to be in the room with them. Afterwards, Charles lay down next to Eloise and took her into his arms in a post-coital, tender embrace.

  I finally decided to give them privacy. I got up from the couch and walked across my office to the closet where I kept another pair of clothes. As I quickly changed my trousers and picked out a new shirt to wear, Eloise called out to me.

  “James! Where are you going? Don’t go yet… I need to speak with you. Please don’t leave…”

  I paced a few steps back over to the couch. Charles sat up, appearing physically and emotionally spent. With her pretty slender arm resting on the cushioned edge of the couch, Eloise looked over her shoulder at me.

  “Where are you going James? Please don’t leave…”

  As if trying to stop me from getting any closer to his sub, Charles turned and shot me another piercing look of jealousy and despair. His cold stare made me feel intensely uncomfortable. Mr. Anderson stood up, picked up his clothes and shoes off the floor, moved over to my desk with his back to us and dressed. I began to feel like a complete intruder in their lives and wished to leave them alone in my office as soon as possible.

  “Ms. Madsen, I think your Dom is uncomfortable with my continued presence and perhaps he may want some additional time alone with you. In fact, I think it’s time I gave you both some privacy. My office is at your disposal. You may relax in here together until you feel ready to reenter the club. When you exit my office, please be discreet. Once I’ve dressed, I’ll give you privacy.”

  Even though his back was turned to us, I felt the heat of Mr. Anderson’s presence from several feet away. Eloise immediately stood up and approached Charles from behind.

  “My Lord? May I have your permission to… spend some time with our friend, now that I’ve pleasured you?” Eloise asked.

  Without turning back to her, Mr. Anderson responded in a low barely audible voice.

  “And what if I said no?”

  Eloise’s shoulders tensed and she moved closer to him.

  “Mr. Anderson… Charles… I know how… difficult… this has been for you…”

  “Do you?”

  Eloise gently touched his shoulder, but Charles stood as if frozen, unresponsive to her touch.

  Eloise dropped to her knees, bowing her head before him and resting her forehead against the back of his legs.

  “Please… Mr. Anderson… You know it’s something I need to do… before Wednesday… Please Sire, I beg you… Allow me to spend a moment alone with Mr. Jefferson, as we discussed… Please… You may stay and watch if you’d like. It’s something… I have to do…”

  Charles shut his eyes and nodded his head.

  “Okay Cassandra… You have my permission… to be shared with this gentleman.”

  “Thank you, My Lord. Thank you…”

  “Your boyfriend would never allow you to do have this experience, Cassandra.”

  “I know…”

  “Remember that, when you go back to him on Wednesday.”

  “I will. I’ll always remember how kind and generous you were with me, My Lord.”

  The Dom helped his sub off her knees and embraced her. Anderson approached me rather stiffly and asked me if I had a condom. I kept a box of them in my desk drawer for patrons who asked, but never used them myself. After showing Anderson the condom, he turned away and receded into the shadowy corner of my office. Eloise walked toward me and held out her arms. I took her hands tentatively in mine and we sat down on the couch together. I realized I had now become tightly entwined in the complex psychological web between them.

  “Ms. Madsen… You needn’t… This is quite unnecessary. I feel I’ve barged in on your relationship enough for one night.”

  “Did you enjoy kissing me… down there… Mr. Jefferson?” she asked, looking directly into my eyes.

  “Of course I did Eloise. Very much.”

  “I never responded… quite like that before. It was rather extraordinary. I’d like to… pay you back for your kind attention to me.”

  “You really don’t have to -”

  “I know I don’t. But I want to.”

  Eloise leaned into me on her tiptoes and gave me a sweet, affectionate kiss. I wondered if Charles was watching in the dark corner of the room, then I decided I didn’t care. I put my arms around her shoulders and drew her body close to me. Her soft breasts pressed against my torso. Her fingers found my zipper and within seconds Eloise uncoiled my erect penis out of my trousers and briefs. She kneeled in front of me, grasping me around the base of my shaft and rubbed the stiff, pulsating sides against the smooth supple surface of her cheeks. After nuzzling against me, I felt her wet mouth and moist lips kiss the slit at the tip of my penis. I shiver went up my spine as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening. She latched onto my bulbous rim with her lips and reverently began sucking upon me.

  I shut my eyes to experience the pleasure more deeply. It was only the second time in my life I had been kissed in such a sensuous way. Early in our relationship, my ex-wife Bette often would kiss me in an intimate manner, which I deeply appreciated, well aware of how hideous I looked. As a result of my ugly scar, Bette was the first and only women I had been with intimately, so the sensation of being kissed again by Eloise was quite overwhelming to me. In fact, I never thought I would be lucky enough to ever receive such pleasure again after my divorce.

  Though I was not very experienced in these matters, I had always assumed that men enjoyed receiving this special kind of pleasure more than women liked giving it. So after a moment, I would politely pull out and Bette and I would proceed with sexual intercourse or I would kiss her passionately in return, if she was in the mood for such stimulation. But when I made a move to pull back slightly from Eloise’s lips, she tightened her grasp around my shaft with both fists and shook her head. The submissive seemed to enjoy the act of giving pleasure to a man. It was an intensely sexual idea to me that she liked the act of kissing me, despite the scar running across my face. After a prolonged period of intense fellatio, she slipped her wet mouth off the head of my penis and slid her tongue slowly down the side of my shaft to the tender root of my manhood. Then Eloise licked me with the tip of her tongue on the sensitive underside of my scrotum. I had never been stimulated there and, though embarrassed, I exhaled, moaning slightly at the sensual contact. She took one side of my scrotum fully into her mouth and lovingly sucked upon this most tender and vulnerable place. It occurred to me that Eloise didn’t give this pleasure to her own Dom a moment ago. The thought flitted through my mind whether Mr. Anderson was watching us and I ignored it, focusing on the wonderful feeling Eloise was freely giving to me. She gave equal attention to the other side, sucking my scrotum deeply into her mouth, before licking back up the other side of my shaft, leaving a wet streak of her tongue behind.

  “Thank you…” I said. “That felt... very nice.”

  I assisted Eloise to her feet
and she embraced me, resting her head on my chest.

  “James…”

  I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed each other tenderly. I lifted her up and she linked her ankles behind my back. I sat back down on the couch and Eloise sat on my lap, facing me. I put on the condom. She arched her hips and I slipped easily inside her, entering through the walls of her sheath and deeply into her womb. Filling this tight wet space sent shivers of sensation up my spine. We looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a long time, skin to skin.

  As it was happening, I knew this experience would be the highlight of my life. I was astonished by how relaxed I felt inside her, naked and most likely being watched by her Dom, lurking in the shadows. I felt a little self-conscious I wasn’t thrusting into her with abandon as her Dom had just done. It was more like we were spending a quiet casual afternoon sitting together on the bow of a boat in the middle of a calm lake, our bodies gently rocking in unison to the lapping waves underneath. It was relaxing being inside her, cupping her voluptuous breasts in my hands. I felt so comfortable with her that it didn’t feel like it was our first time making love to each other. Eloise seemed equally at ease with me as well. I greatly appreciated the fact that she overlooked my disfigurement. I even forgot how ugly I was as I cradled her in my arms. The expression in her eyes was both happy and vulnerable. She smiled at me and I started a conversation, as if we were out on a mid-day stroll, and not sliding slowly up and down together upon the length of my erection. We spoke quite causally in our conjoined state.

  “Are you OK?” I asked.

  “I’m fine…”

  “Am I hurting you at all?”

  “No. You feel nice…”

  She tilted her head to one side and looked at me in a teasing manner.

  “I think I know why you had that gentleman removed from the club, Sir…” she said.

  “You do?”

  “I had the feeling you didn’t like him pawing at me. Is that right, Mr. Jefferson?”