Chapter 3 of The Continuing Saga of Angelique Spoiled Princess
I sat at the restaurant table, illuminated by two large candles. My husband, Kyle ever so resourceful when it comes to money, sat across from me. Smiling about something, perhaps he received another bonus from his executive job at Waller Industries.
"Are you going to tell me what you're so happy about?" I asked.
"You're going to love it Angelique."
"What?" I raised my dark thin eyebrows inquisitively.
"I finally got the promotion."
I finally smiled for the first time tonight. My brown eyes must have danced in the candlelight. A raise, at last, a substantial one at that. No wonder he had ordered the lobster, but then I was forced to endure endless minutes of boring testimony of how dear sweet Kyle earned this promotion, and all the sacrifices he made, not to mention mine, laying in bed frustrated while he slept exhausted.
I tried to seem interested, resisting the urge to check out the gorgeous waiter who stood nearby, ready to cater to my every need, taking bold liberty by looking at my ample cleavage every time he towered over me to present a plate or refill my glass with wine.
"And think of the added bonuses, membership at that exclusive country club you like so much." My husband rambled on.
"Oh my God, finally, I'm surprised that this didn't sink in sooner. I've been waiting so long! The Three Pines Country Club.
"Of course I'll have to play golf on Saturdays." Kyle droned on.
I hardly heard him, as he rambled on. I was too busy fantasizing about being pampered in style, manicures, pedicures, waxing, cocktails at poolside, tanning beds, massages. Oh I already had a masseuse I couldn't give him up. Oh the possibilities.
I sat on the comfortable reclining lawn chair at poolside, sipping my pina colada, wandering eyes hidden behind my ray bans. My brown skin glistened with lotion to protect my complete tan, which is the result of hours spent at the tanning salon. Yes, I prefer to fake bake. I was wearing my favourite blue monticule bikini. My eyes surveyed the three wives across the pool, two blondes and a red head, who were ignoring me, engaged in a secret conversation, no doubt about the new member of their club. Me.
So what, who needed friends anyway, having to listen to all that malicious gossip, I much prefer the company of men, always have, always will. Speaking of men, I looked over at the tanned hunk of a lifeguard, his muscles rippling under that oil. Oh God, I mustn't think these thoughts right now; and not only the lifeguard but the bartender, the physical trainer, this club employed all breathtakingly beautiful hunks, so willing to serve you. mmmmmmm.
I tore my eyes away from him pretending to read the book I had brought along. My thoughts returned to Kyle who was now sweating his way over the first nine holes of the golf course with his boss, another fine specimen of maleness. I must admit this radiated domineering authority from every pore of his well-developed body, and my poor pathetic hubby seemed to cater to his every whim. After all his boss provided the very means of our existence.
I reflected back on last night after our dinner at the restaurant. Arriving home on cloud nine I had changed into my white transparent teddy and left on my white stockings and heels. My pussy was aching for cock, partially caused by the waiter with those seductive eyes and also the lack of firm hard cock smashing my cunt. You see I learned in my two-year marriage to Kyle, not to depend on his inadequate abilities to bring me to orgasm at least not very often. His total erect dick measured a mere five inches if lucky, so I improvised. I would have him kneel before me, allow him to touch my silk encased legs and beg me for a taste, while provocatively dancing over him.
Tonight he could beg for his desert. I put my manicured red nails in my oven black tresses and closed my eyes. Kyle knelt below, naked, pumping his pathetic excuse for a cock with his hand.
"You had better not cum yet you bastard." I warned him, grinding my trimmed hot cunt all over his face, tongue and lips, hard. Then I let my fantasies take over. Lately they always involved my hard muscled masseuse. He would suddenly appear behind me, enter me from behind with that massive rock hard cock of his. Pump me slowly at first increasing his tempo, I imagined him fucking me, in reality it was only Kyle slobbering over my pussy. I reached down and grabbed Kyle by his hair, grinding my cunt on his face, muffling his feeble protests, oh God yes, yes; I exploded in my hubby's face. After that I let Kyle mount me, replacing him in my fantasy with my erect stud masseuse but even my vivid imagination can not full fill me now, Kyle simply could not, with his own feeble thrusts, reach the place I needed deep inside.
My eyes opened, aware of the bright mid-day sun on my body. I can feel the moisture between my legs. The lifeguard is staring boldly at me now, ignoring the three stooges below his wooden stand. So much for blondes, brunettes do have more fun….I think to myself.
Overcome by the urge to seek shade, I rise, regally slip into my high-heels, forgetting my towel to make my way inside of the gym, walking with a slight wiggle of my hips, a move I perfected years ago, I walked by the lifeguard and his adoring fans. Once past them I looked back at him over my shoulder, licked my lips and continued on.
The gym is empty at this time of day. One wall is all glass overlooking the pool, the other three completely covered with mirrors so you can watch yourself work out muscles contracting, straining at the various weight machines. Oh I have such wicked thoughts.
I entered the women's lounge after checking out my refection. I find my locker and remove my large purse. Immediately I removed my toy, this being a large dildo. (Never leave home without it.) Knowing I should seek a more secluded spot, I resisted the urge to move. Instead I placed my leg upon the bench before me and gently rubbed my vibrating toy slowly up my oiled smooth leg, towards my thigh, then around my bikini-covered mound. I teased myself. By now my head is thrown back my dark hair tickling my back, my other hand massaging my swollen nipples. I let the large flesh colored dildo work its way over my now wet cunt, reaching down to untie the strings of my little blue bikini bottom to let it fall to the carpeted floor. I could feel the cold air of the air conditioner caress my lightly perspiring body. I rubbed the vibrator over my wet swollen clit lightly, coating it with my sweet juices.
I wonder what the lifeguard would do to me if he caught me playing right now. Perhaps spank me for being so naughty. I worked the large head deeper into my soaked cunt. I began to move, slowly on it, imagining him punishing me with his cock, or my husband's boss, would he be so shocked and fire Kyle on the spot. not likely I thought. I continued to work the huge dildo into my pussy faster now. Oh God it wasn't even half way in.