Marcus thrust into me once more and as I exploded into another massive orgasm, he ejaculated into me again and again and again. He filled me once more with his black seed.
He paused and stayed inside me, as hard as when he started. He kept his virile seed trapped in my unprotected pussy.
We lay together recovering from our love making exertions.
After about 10 minutes he said, "You better go now, he'll be waiting."
"I know," I replied, reluctance in my voice. I knew I should go, but my heart wasn't in it.
I rose from the king sized bed with the red satin sheets, leaned over and gave Marcus a deep, tongue filled kiss and went into the bathroom. I needed a quick shower to clean off my sweat and cum soaked body and to remove any cum that had gotten in my hair in the last two hours with Marcus.
My husband surely knew what I had been doing with Marcus for the past 4 months, but I didn't want to rub his face in it, although I should have. It was his fault he had gotten us...me, into this position.
I put on my lacy black bra and a pair of black, boy shorts panties. I put on a black wrap around silk dress that buttoned diagonally from my waist to my left shoulder with the lower half of the dress wrapped around my legs but allowing freedom of movement. I wore black strapped 3 inch heeled shoes.
I dried and brushed out my almost white blonde hair and put on some bright red lipstick. The lipstick really popped visually with the back dress and my near alabaster white skin.
I left the suite without speaking to Marcus, and strode down the hall to the elevator, got in when it arrived, and rode the 20 floors to the lobby of the club.
The doors opened and there was my husband Bill, sitting on one of the sofas next to the potted plants in the lobby tapping away on his smart phone.
"Business or gambling?" I thought to my self. It really didn't matter - neither of those things were about me. Me, his wife, who had been away from him for over four months as collateral for his business and gambling debts. The person who had been forced to pay the 'interest' on these debts to Marcus.
He looked up at me as I stepped off the elevator, and almost as if I was an annoying distraction he said "Hi Annie, time to go home." And he was back tapping on his phone.
Just at that very moment my pussy spasmed and a large dollop of Marcus' cum oozed out of my pussy and literally filled the gusset of my panties soaking them through and began to run down my thighs.
I looked at him like I was seeing him for the first time. "I don't think so." I said.
The Beginning
Bill and Annie Compton are an upper middle class couple. Not rich, but they appear to have money to spend on things they want without worrying too much about whether they can afford it.
Bill or as it says on his birth certificate: William James Compton III, is 40 years old, in good physical shape at 6 foot 2 inches, 215 pounds, dark hair with a bit of grey at the temples. He works out fairly regularly, mostly cardio so he's not bulked up with muscles.
Annie, his wife of the past 15 years, or as it says on her birth certificate Anne Marie Beauchamp (she changed legally to Compton when she married Bill,) is 34 years old and stunning. She is 5 foot 5 inches tall, with a lithe, fit body, like a dancer. She has 32C cup breasts, and a pleasingly rounded ass. She has pale white skin with just a touch of a healthy pink topped off with almost white blonde hair that she wears just below her shoulders.
This Friday evening in early February of 2009, Bill and Annie are in a private club in Toronto's hinterland. Club membership is exclusive and expensive.
As a private, members only club, many things can, and do, go on here that you wouldn't see in a publicly accessed night-club or casino.
There are large banquet style rooms set aside, filled with benches and lounges and automans, lighting is indirect, music beats into the air and where clothing is optional.
There are also rooms set up like a casino, with slot machines and roulette tables and black jack and poker tables.
Finally there is a space set up for fine dining and with a stage for live entertainment. Singers, magic acts, ventriloquists, dinner theatre and yes, the occasional live sex show.
Bill and Annie are in the casino section. Bill is sitting at one of the poker tables, Annie is standing behind him in a light pink strapless dress that shows off her charms to perfection. She is drinking a martini (two olives). She is clearly bored and is only there because Bill has asked her to be there although you wouldn't know he even knew she was in the room.
Bill was the picture of hard concentration. He had been playing for about an hour and a half and he was losing. This was not how he had envisioned the night progressing. It was not how he needed the night to progress.
Marcus Masters had been watching the poker table and surrounding area on the security camera feed for the area. Much of the club was wired with cameras and microphones for security purposes.
He casually scanned the area looking for signs of any inappropriate activity like signals from bystanders to the players, or odd behaviours of the players to indicate that cheating might be occurring. Marcus was keenly interested in such activity as he was the owner of the club and it was his money that was funding the gambling operation.
In one final sweep of the bystanders he noticed the gorgeous blonde in the pink dress. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her.
He not only noticed her stunning beauty, but he noticed she was not happy to be there. "Lets see if I can change her mood" he thought to himself.
He left the security room in the hands of his assistant manager David and walked down a short hallway and opened the door at the end into the casino area. He paused a second to let the noise of the casino wash over him as he adjusted from the quiet of the security room and adjacent hallway.
He scanned the room and spotted her on the other side beside the poker table area. He strode across the room and came up to her from just behind her and to her right. He stopped and feigned interest in the poker game at the closest table. The one where Bill was playing.
