This story follows the other stories in the Director series, and contains characters from them. The Director is a character with the ability to influence minds, as detailed in those other stories. If that's not your thing, or you're offended by extramarital sex with the spouse's knowledge and consent, please read something you'll enjoy instead.
"For just this one night, we don't have to worry about our marriage vows. We can do anything we want, with anybody we want, and it's not cheating. If we get in, of course."
That was what Cassie had said to John in the car on the way over. Now they were waiting in line outside. A willowy brunette dressed in a business suit with a short skirt and open jacket walked along the line, selecting some people to go into Incognito, the infamous sex club. The brunette was accompanied by a big strong bruiser of a man, in case anyone had any ideas about pushing their way through. Clearly, some people were regulars and got preference.
John had agreed with Cassie at the time, but now he wondered. Cassie had retained her figure through two pregnancies, and the blue dress she wore made the most of her cleavage and long legs. She'd opted to wear a black lacy bra with it, and the lace showed clearly. Cassie would have plenty of offers. No doubt, she'd end up fucking some other man, or men. He wasn't so sure about himself. Sure, in theory he had the same permission. But he was middle-aged, with a bit of a paunch and a hairline starting to recede. He'd dressed in slacks, a nice shirt, and a tie, but there were no clothes that could possibly make him as attractive to women as Cassie would be to men.
"They'll probably try to let you in without me," John said.
"We're a package deal, honey," said Cassie. "We either both get in, or neither of us."
Suddenly the willowy brunette was standing in front of them. "Hi, I'm Catherine. First time?"
John nodded.
"You two together? You look like a couple."
"Yes," said Cassie, grabbing his elbow. "We're together."
"What brings you to Incognito? Are you a cuckold/hotwife couple?"
John groaned.
"What's that?" Cassie asked.
"It's where a husband gets off on watching his wife fuck other men," Catherine explained. "No?"
"No," said Cassie and John at once.
Catherine looked fidgety. She had lots of people she could interview, and they weren't going to get much more of her time. While part of him wished they would be turned away, he had agreed with Cassie that they would try to get in. "We're first-time swingers," he said. "We heard Incognito was a very high-class place, or we wouldn't be trying it, but we're looking to do things tonight we haven't tried before -- at least with other people."
Catherine looked between them and then nodded. "I've got a good feeling about you two. Go on in and have fun. Don't let me regret it."
The big bouncer stood aside, and Cassie tugged on John's arm. They saw Catherine talking into her phone as they walked through door. A man inside pointed to the black velvet curtain that separated the reception area from the main floor of Incognito, and they followed his direction.
Inside, they looked around. Cassie's outfit was conservative compared to some. At least three women were topless or had tops that didn't cover their nipples. There were skirts so short they didn't cover the woman's ass. At one table, a woman rubbed her hand on the bulge of a guy wearing only chaps and a pouch.
"Are those glory holes?" asked Cassie. She pointed to two holes set in one of the walls of the club. There was no one at them, but John noted the screens that were just above the holes, showing the interior of the booth on the other side. Anonymity was a one-way street, apparently.
Other screens around the place showed side rooms, nicely furnished with sumptuous couches, beds, and pillows. In one of these a couple was having sex, a naked little redhead on top, and John would have thought it was a porn clip if it weren't for the fact that the other screens showed similar but empty rooms.
"Wow. It's pretty decadent in here. And the party has only just gotten started." If nothing else, John figured he'd find something to watch the whole time he was here. He had no interest in watching Cassie fuck other men, but there were a lot of very good-looking women in the club he wouldn't mind seeing naked. Or more naked. He was already appreciating the view.
"It's overwhelming, isn't it?" asked Cassie. "Let's sit down in one of the side rooms for a few minutes to get our bearings, and then we can mingle."
John nodded. The center room seemed like the best place to voyeur, but as long as they got back to it he didn't mind the detour. He took Cassie's hand and found an empty side room. It didn't have a door, just a velvet rope that could be pulled across the opening. There was a bed in one corner, a couch in the other. They chose the couch. Like the main room, there were television screens everywhere, one on each wall. They could see the couple fucking in the other room, and they could see people move about the main room, as well.
"I'm willing to wait until you have someone to do things with, before accepting any offers," Cassie said. "If that would make you feel more comfortable."
John shook his head. "You know, it would, but I want you to have what you want. We're just doing this the once, and I don't want you to have any regrets."
Because I don't want to do it again.
Cassie squinted at him. "You sure?"
No, of course I'm not sure
. "I'm sure."
"Okay," said Cassie. "I supposed I should go ming—"
"Hi," said a newcomer. She was a blonde, shorter than average, and on the curvy side. Her T-shirt, which hugged her large breasts, said "BJQ" on it. She wore denim cut-offs that had been cut off so short they just barely covered anything, and heels.
"Hi," replied both John and Cassie. "We're --"
But they stopped because the woman was pulling her top off. She wore a pink lacy bra that her breasts threatened to spill out of. John felt his slacks get decidedly tighter around his hardening cock.
"Uh, hi," John said again.
The woman laughed. "My name's Lucy. I see you're together, so I'm hoping I'm not out of line." She tossed her shirt onto a small table, and reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. "But I was wondering if you, sir, would like a blowjob to welcome you to the club."
John's jaw dropped and stayed dropped as Lucy let her bra fall on top of the shirt. She leaned over and grabbed a pillow from the couch. "May I?" she asked, her eyes darting between John and Cassie.
Cassie found her voice first. "Yes. If it's okay with my husband." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, as she clearly thought she knew the answer to that one.
"You, uh, may."
"Thank you," Lucy said. She set the cushion down and knelt in front of him.
"Well, then, I should run along," said Cassie, and got up as Lucy reached for John's belt buckle.
John watched Cassie walk toward the main room. Lucy's quick fingers soon had his belt off and his pants unzipped. Cassie stopped in the doorway.
Lucy pulled his pants and his boxers down. His cock sprang free. While Cassie watched, Lucy wrapped her soft lips around John's cock and slid him into her wet mouth.
Blowjobs had never been Cassie's thing. That didn't mean John never got one, but Cassie clearly didn't enjoy herself, and she only once tried to swallow. For John, that meant that he'd rather just fuck than have his cock sucked, because he wanted to do something they were both into. Lucy, on the other hand, went after her task with enthusiastic abandon. Her drool dripped down his cock and onto his balls. She worked him back into her throat, and then bobbed up and down on him with her lips forming a wet seal around his shaft. He could tell that she was getting off on it, too, from the way her eyes glazed over and her body gave little shivers as she sucked on him.
Cassie kept watching. It looked like Cassie was getting turned on too. Her cheeks were flushed, and her right hand was scratching her thigh, which had always been one of her tells.
He looked back down to find Lucy looking up at him. Her eyes were smiling as she worked his shaft in and out of her mouth, caressing the underside with her tongue in all the right places. She freed his balls and ran her cool fingers gently over them, sending goosebumps up and down his spine and making his cock twitch in her mouth.
It was distracting to have Cassie watching, but he felt a performance like Lucy's deserved his full attention, and he gave it to her. He watched her large breasts bounce as she moved up and down on his cock. He felt like he was half a minute from exploding when she took his cock in her small right hand, wrapping her fingers around it. Her dark red nails contrasting with the pale veiny shaft in her hand. She bent to lave his balls with her tongue, and his impending orgasm subsided even as his arousal increased. His cock felt hard enough to cut a diamond.
After a frustrating forever, her mouth returned to his cock. Her tongue swirled against him as she slid her lips down his shaft. Her hands on her thighs, she used just her mouth to arouse him, sliding up and down his cock with eagerness as he felt the juices rise within him.
And then she stopped. He groaned. Cassie had done that so many times, and while that usually meant they ended up fucking, and he certainly wouldn't mind fucking Lucy, this once he wanted a blowjob to completion.
Lucy stroked his cock lightly with her hand, keeping him on the edge, while she looked up at John with doe-like eyes. "Would you like me to swallow your load," she asked, "Or would you like to come on my face and tits?"
He blinked. Spitting apparently wasn't even one of the options, not that he'd choose that. He could get that at home. "Swallow," he managed to say, although he wished it wasn't an either/or. Still, he couldn't very well get both at once.
She grinned, and bent down over his cock again. This time, she didn't let up. She sucked his cock with eagerness, moving ever faster on it. She didn't have long to wait, and as he jetted rope after rope of cum deep down her throat, her body shuddered as if she was having an orgasm of her own. And amazingly, after swallowing every drop of what felt like the most he'd cum ever, she looked up at him and said, "Thank you."
"A beautiful sight," said a man next to Cassie.
Cassie nodded. "She's amazing. She seems so into it. I wish I could like giving blowjobs that much."
"Do you really?" said the man.
Cassie looked up at him. He had an athletic build, and steel-gray eyes, but other than that there was nothing remarkable about him.
"Yes," she answered.
"Would you like to come with me?"
Cassie hesitated. But she hadn't come here just to watch John. She'd come here to have her own fantasies fulfilled. Someone who went down on her enthusiastically, or two guys at once. She'd be okay with one in her mouth, if she was getting fucked at the same time. Was this guy up for that? She didn't know, but it was time to at least have the conversation. "Sure," she said. "But I want to do something pretty wild."
The man chuckled. "Wild can be arranged." He put his arm around her and steered her away from John and Lucy into the main room. "What's your fantasy? Being watched by everyone? Multiple partners? Pain mixed with pleasure, or bondage?"
