Chapter 3
Amid a whirl of activity and fast-talking from the men, Randi was bundled into the back seat of the Denson's Mercedes and being driven toward her husband's club before she started paying closer attention to the excited chatter. Her mind had been wandering dangerously since she had returned from her lusty adventure in the wine cellar and now, as she carefully kept her knees pressed together and her dress hem tugged modestly around them, discovered what all the excitement was about.
"You know, Horace, the more I think about it, the better it sounds," Roger was saying, leaning forward in the back seat.
"What do you think, Randi?" Grace said glancing over her shoulder and eyeing Randi with a smirky expression. "You've been so quiet, I get the idea you aren't keen on the plan."
"Roger seems enthusiastic enough for both of us," she replied with a sly smile, watching as Grace rolled her ever-present cigarette holder between two fingers.
"Maybe we've given Randi the wrong impression," Horace said as he effortlessly steered the Mercedes through the icy weather. "I can assure you, Randi, when we talk about Lionhead opening its doors to sex-swinging couples, we aren't talking about anything sleazy sex clubs for affluent married couples are a very big item and they are run with classy professionalism."
"You'll get a better idea of what's involved, honey, when we get to the club," Roger said, absently patting her knee with his palm. "I think Horace has really hit on something that could save our butts."
"Sounds to me like we are about to get in the butt business," Randi said with a sarcastic sigh. "Butts and a lot more."
At the club, they strolled through the dining area, the main lobby and the male and female locker rooms. From there, Roger proudly acted like a tour guide as he led everyone into the golf shop, the tennis shop, the male and female dressing rooms adjoining the swimming pool and back into the main clubhouse. Next, Roger played bartender by mixing everyone's order behind the well-stocked bar in the main dining area and served the drinks while the foursome settled around a middle table.
"I see lots of possibilities already, Roger," Horace said, his owlish eyes dancing with excitement. "It would be a snap to convert those rooms you have for card playing into massaging rooms. A few more whirlpools and some properly placed partitions in the locker rooms and you'll have a swinger's paradise. I think it's perfect!"
"Excuse me, Horace," Randi said. "But what is going to happen to our regular guests who come here for the golf and tennis and swimming? Are they expected to ignore a bunch of nude people running through the clubhouse, goosing each other?"
"How much business do you have now from those people wanting to swim and golf?" Horace asked, blinking his eyes from Roger to Randi. "What's wrong with having the swinging couples use these fabulous facilities during the off-season months?"
"Makes sense, Randi," Roger said softly, eyeing her cautiously over the rim of his drinking glass. "The amount of business we draw during the winter months isn't enough to pay the kitchen staff. When you figure maintenance on the tennis courts, the pool and the golf course it is ..."
"Fine, fine," Randi said, cutting off her husband's words. "But why are people going to come here and spend good money just to screw when a ten dollar motel room will serve the purpose?"
"Because, baby," Roger explained with the necessary patience of a parent simplifying things for a five year old. "We can give them romance in romantic surroundings."
"What they aren't telling you, honey is that this club will also be a proper place for cheating couples to bring their lovers," Grace said, nibbling on her cigarette holder.
"Christ, Grace, these people will be swingers," Horace retorted. "They will be mostly married couples anxious to meet other couples."
"Wonderful," Randi said in a dry tone. "Of course it's too late in the year for this little experiment to happen. Talk to us in November."
Roger's eyes burned into her face, making it impossible for her to ignore the evil glare he was sending her way. She chuckled as an afterthought, hoping to calm the tension her flip remark caused. She noticed that only Grace was appraising her with a bemused gleam in her eyes.
"Dear, you were in the wine cellar when the boys thrashed that little problem out," Grace said, stuffing her holder with a fresh cigarette. "They plan to be in business two weeks from now."
"On a limited basis this year, naturally," Horace interjected quickly as he nervously glanced toward Roger. "In our advertising we state that the sporting facility will open as usual on May first. That gives us almost three months to get the swinging operation off the ground. With spot advertising, we can limit the number of customers during this short period and allow us to work out any bugs in the change-over."
"Sounds so simple," Randi said, trying hard not to be bitchy. The last thing she wanted was to piss Roger off on tonight of all nights. Her adventure with the stud waiter, pleasant as it had been, was starting to unsettle her. It had, after all, been her first unfaithful encounter of her married life.
"We have a deal, Horace," Roger said, a rough edge cutting into his voice as he defiantly extended his hand across the table to shake Horace's. "My attorney will draw up the papers in the morning. We'll meet in his office at ten. That okay?"
Horace nodded. "Sounds good," he snapped. "If you ladies are ready, we'll head for home."
Alone in their bedroom at home, Randi watched her husband as he dropped his shoes to the floor. He kept his back to her even as he replied to her series of questions.
"Stop calling yourself the madam of a whorehouse," he said, anger still lacing his tongue. "It isn't like that at all and you know it."
"I still think letting the Denson's buy in for only $15,000.00 is a joke," she said. "If this crazy scheme falls flat this spring, there's no contract strong enough to force them to run back next winter and put up another twenty grand. Be smart, Roger"
"If you're right, I'll admit it," he said, standing and walking toward the bathroom. "Maybe I'm too optimistic and my father would probably agree with you. But, dammit, I'm doing what I think I have to do. The club is down the drain without some fast capital. Thanks to Horace and Grace, I'll have some cash. And, if this thing works, well cash flow will no longer be an annual problem."
Randi moved over to her husband, catching him just before be slipped into the bathroom. His naked body still excited her, especially now. Not only had it been a long time since she had last snuggled against his warm strength, but she felt she owed him some gentle stroking after tonight's foolish, dangerous encounter in the wine cellar. She let her hand roam over his thick, hairy upper leg and then into his crotch.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he snapped.
She let her fingers do the talking as she massaged a chunk of his inner thigh and scooted her curvaceous body, now clothed in a revealing black lace negligee, over closer to him and hugged his back.
"Randi," he said with marked discomfort. "Do you realize what time it is?"
She stopped suddenly and stepped back. "Yeah," she snapped. "It's time you gave me a little goddamn affection!"
"Come on, Randi," he whined. "You know I love you."
"You don't show it often enough," she challenged. "Hell, you've gotten to where you don't show it at all!"
He moved on into the bathroom without answering, shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Just bow in the hell am I supposed to talk to you through the fucking door?" she shouted, her frustration getting to her.
"I didn't think you wanted to talk," he shouted back. "I thought you were after some sex."
She chuckled a throaty, sarcastic giggle. "And what is wrong with that?" she snorted.
"Nothing, angel," he replied. "Hell, you know I've got a lot of things on my mind right now. There's a lot of things that demand my attention and I've got to take care of them. I don't feel like pawing and grabbing tits like some damn kid!"
"Well, let me go on record as saying that I demand some attention too." She lowered her voice to a cooing pout and added, "Roger, I need a little love and affection now and then. I'm human, remember?"
"Lay off, Randi," he responded. "The club has been driving me nuts and now I may have a way out. Please understand what I'm going through."
"Sorry," she said, stomping away from the closed door and climbing into the king-sized bed. She threw herself back against the high mound of pillows and sighed.
Fuck him, she thought as her raven hair spilled down the pillow and onto the white sheets. Just fuck him. She allowed her mind to conjure the horny image of her encounter with the stud waiter and, now, she savored the memory. As he relived the steamy action, she felt her cunt lips quivering and juicing, making her realize what she craved more than anything was a good, hard fuck.
She sat up suddenly on the bed and gathered up the lacy hem of her black see-through negligee. She pulled it off her head and sat on the bed totally naked. She leaned over to open her nightstand drawer, then remembered that her precious vibrator was no longer there. Great, she thought with a silent curse. She would just have to use her hands and, if Roger caught her in the act, tough shit!
She spidered her fingers out and caressed her big, upturned ripe tits, toying with the jutting, pert nipples. They throbbed under her touch, thrilling her as sensations flowed through her body. She hurriedly lowered her hands to her crotch and quickly fingered her clit with one hand while using her other hand to spread apart her moist cunt lips. She wasted no time working her fingers into her hot, wet pussy slit, spearing through the tender pink membranes of her snatch pulp. She humped her ass up and down on the bed until it squeaked loudly. She visualized the stud waiter as she frantically finger-fucked her pussy and swooned as waves of her first climax rushed over her senses.
Randi humped her ass harder and harder as she folded her hands together and stuck her forefingers in and out of her sloshy gash as if a hard dick was doing the lusty work. She dug into her cunt again and again, scooping out the rich vein of pussy nectar and making herself ache with pleasure.
"Oooooohhhh," she squealed, tossing her head around wildly.
The build-up was terrific as raunchy arousal heated every inch of her shuddering body. The cunt hairs on her pussy plastered wetly atop her gash lips as her cunt channel convulsed around her plunging fingers. She pressed her teeth together, lifted one big, shapely tit up and managed to pop the hard nipple between her teeth. She sucked it loudly while working her fingers around in circles, stabbing through the mushy pink meat of her wet cunt.
She tried to stifle a scream of joy as a tremendous orgasm suddenly rocked through her body. She endured the ecstatic trembling and thrilled as her womanly juices gushed from the depths of her pussy passage, drenching her plowing fingers. The violent gyrations caused her nipple to become dislodged from her mouth, but she continued to grit down hard, shutting off the cry of passion that threatened to erupt through her throat. Rockets of pleasure shot over her senses as her spasming pussy belched hot fluid.
Randi rode out the exciting storm, then rolled over and spread her legs doggie style. She scrambled up to her knees and then let them slip from beneath her. She fell onto her humping fingers and pumped her ass up and down, making them slide in and out of her soupy snatch.
She fucked her pussy with her fingers and bounced her shapely rounded asscheeks crazily over the bed. She threaded the wet eye of her cunt with her rigid fingers until her quivering clit sizzled.
"Ooooohhhh!" she whimpered, half in pain, half in bliss. "Aaaahhhh, yeeeaaaah!" she screamed, muffling the sound into her pillow while her lovely body trembled in delicious orgasm.
Even as her cunt heaved and her clit quivered in another wild climax, she continued to bounce up and down on her fingers, imagining that her husband was fiercely fucking her with his hard dong. She expanded the fantasy by visualizing him mounting her from behind, driving his big, blood engorged pecker directly into her dripping cunt and stuffing her tight shitter with a meaty finger.
"Oooohhh, Gaaawwwwd!" she wailed into the pillow, trying desperately to regain control of herself.
Finally, with supreme self-discipline, she rolled off her fingers and gasp for breath. She gazed up at the ceiling and savored the slowly evaporating throbs of her fading orgasm as her nerve-endings tingled delightfully. She slid one knee up and pulled the wet, nectar-drenched digits out of her womanly slit, giving her burning clit a final tweak.
As she recuperated, the wicked thought occurred that it would be fun presenting Roger with the lewd view of her spread-eagled on the bed, a finger stuck deep into her wet cunt. What a jolt that sight should give him, she thought with a soft giggle. It would serve the fucker right, she decided. It might even make him aware of what he had been missing lately.
She sat with her back to the pillows and headboard and spread her silky thighs, adjusting her knees up a bit so that he couldn't miss getting a perfect view of her glistening snatch. She poked a finger into her slime-glazed cunthole and spread the pink lips around gently, revealing a generous slice of her cunt meat. Now there was nothing left to do but wait for him to finally come out of the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later, Roger stepped into the bedroom and, as she had planned, his eyes riveted right on her juicy pussy. She saw immediately that her plan didn't have the desired effect on him. His expression was anything but horny and lustful. Instead he glared at her with open hostility.
"What the hell are you doing there with your nightgown off?" he demanded. "And, goddamn, you're fingering yourself!"
"At least you noticed that much," she snapped, her sexy feeling cooling quickly. His obvious annoyance wasn't much of a turn on.
"Too bad you didn't have your little boy," he said with a sneer of disgust. "Here. You lost this damn thing," he snapped, tossing the broken vibrator onto the bed. "Now maybe your fingers won't get all wet and sticky."
Embarrassment burned her cheeks and choked off anything she tried to say. She watched as he headed for the bedroom door.
"I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight," he said without bothering to glance at her over his shoulder. "And maybe more than just tonight," he added, slamming the door behind him.
Randi sank slowly beneath the bedcovers. She pulled the sheets up to her neck and waited for sleep, a sudden chill shaking her body.