The Cuckold Club Pt. 01

This particular story is my longest running series. As the name suggests, it is a cuckolding story as the name suggests. If that's not your cup of tea, try one of my other stories :). One of the things that surprised me most was just how much my readers fell in love with Ralph and were cheering for him by the end.

This series is complete and I plan to upload the others soon.

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Part 1 - Executive Relief

The oven timer rang as the lamb roast I had been working on all afternoon reached perfection. I grabbed the oven gloves and headed for the oven. Opening the door, the pleasant scent of rosemary wafted from the oven. It was accompanied by the heady aroma of the perfectly cooked lamb.

"You've done it again Alexis," I said to myself, smiling widely as I lifted the roast out of the oven and set it on a plate to rest. I'm not normally one to boast, but it looked incredible. It had to, everything had to be perfect tonight. My husband's boss was coming to dinner.

Normally I wouldn't care this much about a meal, but my husband Ralph had been working toward this promotion for years and after closing his last deal it seemed like he was on the cusp of getting it. Now we just had to make sure we made a good impression on his boss to ensure that when the time came, Ralph was the only choice on his mind.

As far as employers went, Lance Reynolds, CEO of Reynolds Capital, was a pretty good boss. Reynolds Capital ran like a well-oiled machine, the staff loved him, a combination of great office perks and the best Christmas party in town kept them happy. Some might say he bought their affection, but on the money Ralph made, I was delighted Ralph had found such a great boss to work for. His last employer had been a real ass.

Ralph was an accounts manager, but he made at least fifteen percent more at Reynolds Capital than he had at any job before, and I could only imagine what would happen to his pay packet when he got the promotion.

I was going to make sure it happened.

Some might have called inviting the boss over for dinner cheating. I considered it, fighting on favorable terrain. Lance had always been friendly at the Christmas party. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was my choice of attire. I tended to favor dresses and skirts that showed a bit of leg, a girl has to use what she's got, and I have legs that some men would kill to have wrapped around them.

Ralph never seemed to mind the attention they brought, he told me he enjoyed knowing that he had a hot wife and that he enjoyed rubbing their noses in it. I don't think Ralph had any idea what a hotwife was, if he did he'd have probably thought better of giving me any ideas. But, that was Ralph for you, lovable and a little naive but he was a nice guy.

We'd met five years ago; I'd been tending bar at an upscale bar to pay for my tuition. It was the kind of bar frequented by lawyers, investment bankers and other similarly cash afflicted men. That's why I'd picked it in the first place, generous tippers meant my debt disappeared far faster than it would have if I'd been stuck in some little dive in the outer suburbs.

Of course, it had got me in my fair share of trouble too. Before I'd met Ralph I was a little wild. The bar had been rich hunting grounds for finding excitable men that were eager to please. I'm can't lie, I rode them hard and left them wanting more. But all that changed when I met Ralph. He was smart, funny and kindhearted. He may have been almost a decade older than me, at forty, and fresh out of his first marriage.

His wife had up and left, leaving him and his eighteen-year-old daughter, Callie behind. He was a refreshing change of pace in my chaotic life and before I knew it, he'd put a ring on it. He may not have been the most gifted lover that I'd ever had, but he loved me and we'd built a beautiful life here at Tall Springs. It was half an hour outside the city, but a great lifestyle neighborhood. Unfortunately trying to keep up with the neighbors was a full-time job and one of the many reasons we needed the raise.

I pulled a stack of plates out of the cupboard and grabbed a knife to start carving the lamb. Ralph would be here any minute, and his boss wouldn't be far behind. I was just about to carve the first slice when my phone started ringing.

I glanced down at the screen. Trina Goldman. What did she want?

Trina was the bane of my existence. She was the self-appointed gossip monger of Tall Springs, head of the neighborhood watch and all-around pain in my ass. She was the kind of woman who'd leave anonymous passive aggressive notes in your letterbox. The air of superiority she liked to exude was so tangible you could have burst it with a pin.

I snatched up the phone. "Hi Trina."

"Alexis, darling, glad I caught you," Trina began.

"You did," I replied, juggling the phone in one hand and the carving knife in the other. "But I have my hands full with dinner. What can I do for you?"

On hearing that, most people would have the common courtesy to call you back. Trina on the other hand was happy to be an imposition any time. Her husband Frank also worked for Reynolds Capital, and she'd taken that as a perfect excuse to insert herself into my life.

"I heard along the grapevine that you were having Lance Reynolds over for dinner tonight, bold move dear. I didn't think you had it in you," Trina teased.

I set down the carving knife, perhaps to avoid the temptation to stab something. Trina was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. When she wasn't doing that she was lording her husband's success over her neighbors. I swear if I had to hear about her new Mercedes one more time, I was going to slash her tires.

"Just helping my husband out," I replied. "Ralph's been working his ass off. He's earned that promotion."

"Hmmm," Trina mused, not sounding convinced in the least. "Working for the executive branch... it's not for everyone Alexis. It's rigorous, demanding, work. Lance can call day or night, frankly it's exhausting. Maybe it's best to stick to your lane, where you're most comfortable."

If I hadn't heard Ralph's car in the driveway, I might have told Trina exactly where she could stick her advice.

"Thanks Trina, but I think we're fine." With that I killed the call, slid my phone across the bench and thought of how much I was going to enjoy sticking it to her when Ralph got the job. That would serve her right, the smug little stepford wife.

I paused for a minute to check my reflection in the mirrored splash back of our kitchen. My preparation for dinner hadn't been entirely culinary. I'd spent some time at the salon and my hazelnut curls were resting neatly against the strappy shoulders of my little black dress. It was a tight little number I hadn't worn in months. It's neckline looked like it was fighting a losing battle to contain my breasts and it was perhaps an inch or two shorter than might be proper but it never failed to garner attention from me, and I felt couldn't hurt Ralph's chances to dress up for the occasion.

Men seldom complain about being burdened at the sight of an attractive woman and I knew from experience that Lance was a bit of a flirt. Though he might have been twenty years my senior it wouldn't hurt to laugh at his jokes and show a little skin. Being able to stick it to Trina only made me more determined to ensure we succeeded.

As I picked up the carving knife, Ralph made his way into the kitchen.

"That smells amazing," he said as his eyes settled on me. They traced a long slow journey from my eyes down the front of my dress, where they lingered lecherously for a moment before they continued down my legs.

I stood there enjoying the effect my outfit was having on him. A set of black heels completed the ensemble and added a few inches to my legs that they didn't strictly need but they looked dynamite, so I couldn't resist.

"You look amazing," he added, drawing a deep breath as he strode across the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. As his crotch pressed against my dress, I could feel his excitement.

It was immediate, tangible and enticing.

It had been more than a week since we had last had sex; which was at least six days too many for me. Ralph had been burning the midnight oil trying to close his latest deal, and while I understood the need for him to perform in the office. I really needed him to be performing a little more often in our bedroom.

I pressed back into him for a moment, savoring the feel of him against me.

"As much as I'd like to make use of that, your boss is going to be here any minute," I whispered quietly.

"That's a pity," Ralph replied, grabbing my hips. "I'd love to bend you over our dining table right now."

"Hold that thought," I replied, lifting the hem of my mini dress so he could see the thin sliver of fabric that made up the back of the black thong I'd picked out for him. There wasn't much to it, leaving a rather full view of my ass. One I knew he'd appreciate.

"We can have all the fun you like, just as soon as we get Lance over the line," I teased. "You've worked too hard to come up short now. Let's get you that promotion."

"I like the sound of that," he replied, a smile crossing his face. "With you on my side, I don't see how he can refuse. He'll be far too distracted with what you're wearing."

I gave a little twirl. "You think he'll like it?"

"What man with a pulse wouldn't?" Ralph replied his eyes roving hungrily over my body.

"Perfect. Mind helping me get this on the table?" I asked, offering him the carving knife.

"Sure," he answered, taking the knife. Ralph set about carving the roast while I piled roast vegetables on the plates.

"Is that an apple pie I can smell?" Ralph asked.

"I baked a fresh one, I thought it would make a good dessert."

"Smells incredible," he answered, shooting a glance at the oven. "I'm famished."

The doorbell chimed and I almost dropped the roast potato I was holding. Looking from the plates to Ralph, I set down the tray of roast vegetables.

"Carry on, dear. I'll grab the door," I said. Wiping my hands on a dish towel before smoothing my dress and heading for the door. Grabbing the large wrought iron handle I pulled the heavy door inward.

There on our front step stood Lance Reynolds.

The CEO of Reynolds Capital wore an open collared shirt with an impeccably tailored Italian suit, holding a bottle of wine. His shoes were so well polished that I could just about see my reflection in them.

Lance had to be in his early fifties, but clearly he spent his fair share of time in the gym, as his suit was clearly working to contain his well-muscled physique. The five o'clock shadow on his strong jawline had the slightest hint of salt in its shades of pepper and I found myself staring just a little as I fought to find the words for a suitable greeting. I held out my hand.

"H... hi Mr. Reynolds, sorry to keep you waiting. I was just in the kitchen."

"Oh please, call me Lance," he replied, taking my hand in his, he raised it to his lips and planted a genteel kiss on the back of it. "Thank you for inviting me to your home."

"It's our pleasure," I replied, blushing just a little at the gesture. "Please come in."

"I parked in the driveway, I haven't blocked anyone out, have I?" Lance asked motioning to his car. A black Porsche, that was parked neatly on one edge of the driveway.

It was a nice car, and I couldn't help but enjoy how it looked in the driveway. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Lance was worth a small fortune. I guess the surprising part was that he hadn't managed to snare some hot young thing half his age to help him spend it.

"Not at all, Ralph's daughter Callie is overseas for another week. So it's just us at home."

Lance smiled. "Wonderful, I feel I've already been enough of an imposition. Hopefully this will make up for it. He held out the bottle of wine. It was a Bordeaux. I didn't recognize the vineyard, which meant it was likely well outside our usual price range.

"You're too kind. This will go lovely with dinner," I replied as I took the bottle. "I hope you enjoy roast lamb?"

"I'm sure it will be delightful," he replied, placing a hand on my lower back and steering me back toward the house. "Shall we? Lovely as this dress is, I can't have you catching a cold on my account."

I blushed at the compliment and didn't know quite what to say as Lance guided me into my house like it was his own. Come to think of it, he had paid for it.

His hand never left the small of my back, as he used the other to swing the door closed behind him. When we reached the dining room, Ralph was just setting the plates on the table. He looked up and spotted his boss, pausing when he saw Ralph's hand.

"Ralph, I don't know how you did it," Lance began.

"Do what, sir?" Ralph asked.

Lance didn't correct him as he had me.

"Landed such a delightful wife," Lance replied with a grin.

I could feel the color rising in my cheeks.

Lance continued. "I tell the other executives all the time. You better watch out for Ralph, he can close any deal on earth, just look at his wife. You're a smart man, no doubt about it. And you closed the Isotonix deal too. You're making waves Ralph. I'm excited to see what the year brings."

A smile spread across Ralph's face and I relaxed a little. "Thanks boss, just doing my part for the company."

"And doing it well," Lance replied.

"Hun, could you chill this?" I asked handing him the bottle.

"Sure thing," Ralph replied taking the bottle. "I'll be right back."

Lance strode over to the table and pulled out a chair for me.

"And they say chivalry is dead," I mused, as I took the seat. "Thank you."

Lance took the seat at the head of the table, leaving the one opposite me open for Ralph to sit at.

"My mother would tan my hide if I did any less," Lance replied with a grin. He looked down at the roast before him. "This looks spectacular but smells even better."

"Hard to beat the aroma of rosemary and lamb," I replied. "It just fills the house."

Ralph appeared from the kitchen with a wine chiller and set it down. He glanced at his boss at the head of the table, his usual place, and paused for a moment. Then without saying a word he moved to the empty place opposite me at the table.

The three of us dove into our meals, for his part Lance steered most of the discussion as we traded small talk and the goings on in the neighborhood and the office. Ralph tried unsuccessfully to steer the conversation toward the new promotion but Lance didn't seem to hear him, pointing down at his empty plate. "That was just exquisite, Alexis."

"Please, call me Lexi. We're all friends here," I replied beaming.

"Well Lexi, it was fantastic. I'm glad to have received the invitation."

"It was a pleasure to have you," I replied. "I thought it would be a great opportunity to get to know each other better. Ralph is loving his time at your company and thought it would be nice to share a meal with you. At the Christmas party we have to share you with a hundred other couples."

"Well, you have me all to yourself," Lance replied. "And we're enjoying having you at the company. We were so pleased with Ralph's work on Isotonix that we figured he deserved a bonus."

Ralph reached into his inner suit pocket and pullet out an envelope, placing it on the table in between Ralph and I. The envelope was thick, my eyes nearly rolled out of my head. Hell, if it was twenty dollar notes it was a hell of a bonus.

Ralph picked it up, and opened it, revealing a wad of hundred-dollar bills.

"$5,000," Lance said with a smile. "And there's more where that came from if you keep it up."

Ralph was silent as he looked at the envelope and set it back on the table.

"Is everything alright?" Lance asked.

Ralph nodded. "It's wonderful, I uh. I guess I was just hoping that after Isonotix, I might be considered for the new executive position. Don't get me wrong the bonus is great, it will go a long way, but I was hoping to continue growing with the firm."

"I see," Lance said leaning back in his chair. "Unfortunately, there has been some kind of misunderstanding at the company. There isn't an executive position available."

"Trina Goldman seemed to think there was," I replied, not really sure why but I was happy for the opportunity to throw her nosy ass under the bus.

Lance nodded slowly. "That makes more sense. Trina is always rocking the boat. It's an inside joke and she's having a laugh at your expense. I'm sorry if you were mislead. We really love having you at the company Ralph, but I can't give you a position that doesn't exist. Perhaps in time one will open. When it does, I'd certainly consider it."

"What about the ERB?" Ralph blurted. "If not the executive position, how does someone get into the ERB. I know they make more than account managers. I heard Frank Goldman talking about it. It's how they got that new car."

Lance folded his arms, the muscles in his face tightening. "I'm really not comfortable discussing individual employees' circumstances. They are private and confidential, and I need to respect that. Besides the ERB is more of a club than a position, really."

Ralph shrank a little in his chair. He was an account manager at Reynolds Capital. We both understood well the company's position on discretion when it came to financial information.

"I understand," Ralph whispered. "I don't want to know how much they are paid. I just want to know how it works. I've seen Frank's work it's ordinary at best. I put in more hours and have brought more to the company in the last year than he has in eighteen months. What am I missing?"

"A fair question," Lance replied. "And probably true, if we're just talking about Frank. But Reynolds Capital is a family business. And any consideration for effort and merit has to weigh the contribution of both husband and wife to the business."

"Wife?" I blurted, "Trina works for Reynolds Capital?"

"After a fashion," Lance replied, looking me in the eye. "And any consideration has to include that effort. Frank's performance is ordinary, but Trina really goes the extra mile. That's what got them into the ERB. If it was just Frank I daresay Accounts Manager would have been the end of the road. He doesn't have your expertise, Ralph, but he does have Trina."

"What exactly does Trina do for the company?" Ralph asked.

Lance tore his gaze away from mine and looked at my husband. "Oh, this and that, executive relief mainly, but she's quite good at it."

"I've never seen her at the office," Ralph replied.

"Trina works from home," Lance replied. "Fairly flexible conditions as long as she is there when we need her it's fine by me."

"Sounds easy enough," I heard myself saying. "Could I do that."

Lance's smile widened as he looked back at me, his eyes lingered down toward my cleavage before he caught himself and pulled them back up to my eyes.

"Lexi, please. You wouldn't want that kind of work, it's beneath you."

I set my knife and fork down. Not wanting to be dismissed so readily, I persisted. After all, if it had got Trina a Mercedes it could put a nicer car in my driveway too.

"I won't complain and work hard. If I can help us get into the ERB I'd be willing to help shoulder the load."

Lance placed his hand on my arm. "Lexi, as tempting as that offer is. I can't accept."

"What has Trina got that I don't," I asked pulling away.

"It's not what she has, it's what she hasn't got," Lance replied drawing his hand back. "Trina has little if any inhibitions. It's why she's such an exceptionally valuable member of the ERB. I don't think you'd want any part in that."

"How does it work?" I asked leaning forward in my chair. I hated not knowing what was going on around me. The thought that Trina had found her way into this exclusive little club and seemed to be holding the door shut behind her, only annoyed me more.

Lance sighed. "If you insist, but please, remember that you were the ones who brought it up. I certainly don't want to make you uncomfortable or put any undue pressure on you, Alexis."

"You're not," I replied quickly, "I want to know the truth. How is it all these other couples are doing so well when Ralph is outperforming them."

Lance folded his hands in his lap. "Ok. Let's take Frank and Trina. You outperform him in the office, and in spite of your shorter tenure with the firm you're already taking home about fifteen percent more than he is in your weekly pay packet. That's how we reward talent at Reynolds Cap, and it's just the beginning."

"But they always seem to have money to burn," I replied, "speaking of burning I think the pie is almost done. Just one moment." I excused myself from the table, raced to the kitchen and removed the pie from the oven, and placed it on a heat proof mat.

I carried it out to the table and set it down between Lance and I.

"Oh apple pie, one of my favorites," Lance said as the scent of freshly cooked pie filled the room.

I smiled politely in acknowledgement of the compliment but didn't return to my seat. I stood beside Lance and waited for his explanation. "You were saying?"

"Right. So in terms of work performance, you are already miles ahead of Frank and being paid accordingly."

"So where does Trina come into things?" Ralph asked.

Lance took a slow breath. "Well, a few months ago, I went over to their home for dinner and Trina put forth a most determined case for joining the ERB. She was difficult to refuse and now I go over most weeks, I was there last night in fact. We had a delicious meal and when we were finished, I had Trina for dessert."

Something in Lance's voice changed, it seemed lower, huskier almost primal.

I shifted nervously beside him. "What do you mean you had Trina for dessert?"

Lance looked up at me, his steely gray eyes locked on mine. "I mean I bent her over her dining table and had my way with her."

"No," I gasped. Prissy little Trina, there was no way. Lance was attractive but still. Little miss stepford wife sleeping with her husband's boss it couldn't be true. Not to mention Frank, he would never let someone else sleep with his wife. "Frank would never allow it."

"Frank sat in his chair and watched us like a good little boy. Like he always does," Lance replied.

There was an air of authority about him now. Not the genteel friendly figure who'd been trading banter with us for the last hour. For the first time I was seeing Lance, my husband's boss, a man who was in charge in every room he entered. I considered taking a step away from him, but I couldn't. There was something magnetic about him.

"I don't believe it," Ralph replied, "Not possible."

"Think about it Ralph," Lance replied. "It's the only logical explanation, for how he survived the screwup on the Atlas Project. They had me over to dinner and Trina threw herself at me. I accepted."

"And you," I murmured unable to finish the sentence.

"Visit regularly to enjoy her attentions," Lance replied. "Don't misunderstand me. Trina made up for Frank a long time ago. She has be back because she can't get enough of me."

"And Frank watches?" Ralph said, shaking his head.

"Turns out he likes a show," Lance replied. "I'm not one to judge. Everyone has their own preferences, things that turn them on. Mine is enjoying other men's wives. It's how the ERB was formed."

"Oh?" I stammered suddenly feeling a little flustered at the direction the discussion had taken. Ralph wanted into the ERB, but neither of us had any idea what that would entail. Did Lance expect something from me? "What is the ERB exactly."

Lance smiled wolfishly at me. "It stands for Executive Relief and Benefits. I'm the Executive, those that help relieve me, get benefits. Those who've participated have found me to be quite generous, both in bed and with the bonuses. I've never had someone leave the ERB."

He said that with a degree of pride that sent a tingle through me as I stood at his side.

Lance continued. "I can't tell you why they do it. But each of them gets something they are looking for. Some have thoroughly whipped their husbands and want the thrill of a strong hand in the bedroom. Others like to show off for their man. Some simply enjoy the money and are happy to be a part of the arrangement."

"What do you get out of it?" I asked. "Surely you could buy any companionship that you want. Why trouble yourself with your employee's wives?"

Lance thought about it for a moment. "I enjoy everything about it, but most of all I think there are two things. One, I like to push a woman's boundaries help her experience the kind of thrills she would never normally indulge in. And two, I like to take care of these women, both sexually and financially. It gives my wealth purpose. Some of them think of me as their sugar daddy, and I can't lie. I love my sugar."

"I just can't believe it," Ralph muttered, "how has no one said anything about this?"

Lance shrugged. "Everyone is well taken care of. I mean I'm sure the husbands are jealous, who wouldn't be, but I guess they consider the perks worth it. Besides I require absolute discretion. Couples join the ERB of their own accord, but it can't be discussed outside the club without forfeiting your employment. I protect the interests of those who participate, vigorously."

That made sense. Reynolds Capital was the best employer in Tall Springs, no one was going to risk losing their job for something they'd asked to be a part of in the first place.

"So that's the ERB, but like I said, I came here to celebrate with you, not recruit you to the club. Membership is pretty full right now anyway," Lance looked up at me. His words might have brushed it off, but his eyes said he wanted me. He couldn't hide the hunger in them. "Besides, I'm sure Ralph has your needs well and truly met, doesn't he?"

The question hung in the air for a moment as I caught my breath. I hadn't expected him to be that forward. My legs trembled a little as I fought to find the right response. I mean, Ralph and I had sex. It wasn't bad, but I had dated a lot before Ralph. The kinds of men you'd never consider marrying but they had done things in bed I only wished I could get Ralph to try. And to be honest he'd been so busy lately that our intimacy wasn't what it had been.

Lance looked at Ralph. "That's never a good sign Ralph. You might be hitting home runs at the office, but I would sincerely hope you aren't ignoring this deliciously beautiful wife you have here at home. She's the envy of the office, any of your colleagues would take your place in an instant."

Ralph gulped nervously, "I. Uh. Well."

"Oh Ralph," Lance said, a hint of disappointment heavy in his voice. I felt something against my calf, sliding smoothly against my skin. I glanced down and realized it was Lance's hand.

I was standing on his right and his body blocked Ralph's view of my legs as his firm hand pressed against my leg. I knew it shouldn't, but his firm grip felt good, sending a tingle of sensation through me as his hand climbed higher up my leg.

"Tell me Ralph, when was the last time you had sex with your wife?" Lance asked as his hand slid past my knee.

I drew a sharp breath, as my heart began to beat faster. Was Lance just teasing me? Was he just trying to find out how far I would let him go in front of my husband?

All I had was questions, and no answers as his strong hand slid beneath the hem of my dress. I knew I should say something, or step away from him. Anything to stop his progress as his hand slid tantalizingly closer to my sex.

I could feel the effect he was having on my body, and my body wanted more.

"A week," Ralph said voice a little husky.

Lance gasped theatrically. "Oh Ralph. That won't do at all. I expected better of you."

My husband's boss reprimanded him even as his hand reached the thin fabric of the black thong I was wearing. I could feel him cupping my bare ass in his palm as his index finger massaged my lips through the satin.

I could feel the dampness growing as he played with my panties, and my heart beat faster when I realized he could most certainly feel it too.

Lance looked up at me. "And when was the last time you climaxed Alexis?"

I wasn't expecting the question and I was completely distracted by his hand's motion between my legs. It just felt too good and as I stared into those steely eyes I whispered, "Two weeks ago."

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it, and as I looked at Ralph he looked down at the floor. Our sex last week had not been the best with my husband lasting all of a few minutes before shooting his load over my ass. I'd seen it coming and faked an orgasm to protect his feelings.

Now he knew the truth and so did his boss.

"Well, that explains your interest in the ERB," Lance replied. "At first I thought it was just the money, but I thought that didn't quite add up for you Alexis. I know Ralph is after the prestige, but I couldn't see what you were wanting out of the arrangement. Now I can. I must say I'm tempted by the proposition."

"I didn't say we wanted to join," Ralph stammered. "I just wanted to know what it was."

Lance's finger ran along the edge of my panties, and I could feel him working it inside them. If I didn't stop him soon, my husband's boss was going to be inside my pussy. I knew I needed to say something, but at the same time I was faced with the truth.

His fingers just felt so damn good.

I wanted to feel those strong hands slide my panties to the side and test the warm depths of my sex. Lance clearly had no trouble taking control of a situation, and I wanted to give it to him. I wanted to know what he'd do to me, what he'd make me do.

The thought that Ralph was sitting only feet away just made it hotter. I wanted to be caught with his hand inside me, I wanted Lance to take me, here now. I needed him to show Ralph what I needed. I had no doubt in my mind that Lance knew how to satisfy a woman. Maybe if Ralph saw how it was done, I wouldn't need to rely on my little glass friend.

I was at the crossroads, and I made my decision. I shifted my legs further apart, consciously allowing Lance the freedom to do what he pleased.

He took it without hesitation, his finger brushing aside my panties while the other slid into my wet pussy. Lance smiled up at me, clearly pleased with my decision.

"Well Ralph, clearly your curious. As is your wife and I certainly can't leave here knowing that this beautiful wife of yours has gone two weeks without an orgasm."

Lance's fingers dove inside me and I let out a gasp. I looked down at my dress which seemed to be hiding most of the motion but knew it wouldn't be long until Ralph noticed what was up. I couldn't stop now though, it felt too good.

There was something deliciously taboo about being fingered by Lance in front of my husband and as his strong hand worked insistently against me, I could feel my pleasure mounting. I couldn't stop now, I needed this.

I placed my hands on the table, which only served to lift my ass towards Lance. Giving both him and my husband a better view.

"I think I'd like you to leave," Ralph muttered. "We won't mention the ERB to anyone, but we don't want any part of it."

"I think you and your wife might have different feelings on the ERB," Lance replied, quickening his pace. "Tell him Lexi, would you like to be a part of the ERB?"

I looked at Ralph, his eyes were wide with disbelief.

"I think I'd like to know more," I whispered.

Ralph's jaw dropped.

"That's it, Lexi, be honest. Tell your husband what you want," Lance demanded. "Tell him what you've let his boss do to you."

I could feel my climax building deep inside me.

I reached behind me and raised my dress so Ralph could see my bare ass with Lance's hand inside my panties, clearly fingering me furiously.

"I'm sorry honey, I let your boss finger me. He's just so good at it."

Ralph's face flushed red. "Get your hands off my wife."

"No," I shouted, "I'm so close. Don't stop."

Ralph deflated like he'd been punched in the guts, but it was too late.

My orgasm exploded through me and I collapsed forward onto the table, next to the apple pie as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through my body.

"That, Ralph is how you take care of your wife," Lance said, with an air of satisfaction in his voice.

I was breathing heavily as I came down from my climax, I didn't know what to say. Ralph had just watched his boss give me my first orgasm in two weeks and it felt incredible.

For his part Lance started pushing his plates and the pie further forward on the table, creating a space in front of his chair.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ralph asked, "I told you I wanted you to leave."

Lance turned to Ralph. "I'll leave as soon as Lexi asks me to, in the meantime I plan to enjoy my dessert, now sit there and be quiet. I don't employ people who are incapable of following basic directions."

That threat was more than clear enough for Ralph, he shut up real fast. Aside from Reynolds Cap, his options in Tall Springs were severely limited. Lance owned the town and held influence over most of the businesses there.

He had also said he would leave if I asked him too, so I knew he wasn't trying to force me into anything. He clearly just wanted Ralph out of the way.

I felt bad for Ralph, he was my husband, but there was something exciting about Lance. I felt a magnetism toward him that I couldn't shake, and I knew in my heart I didn't want him to leave.

"Yes, dear. Sit there and be a good boy while I take care of your boss. He's been so good to us since you joined the company."

Lance rolled me onto my back. "I like the sound of that, Lexi. But first, I'd like to taste you."

He reached down, grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. Then before I could say a word he scooped my ankles up, threw them over his shoulders and dove into my pussy.

And when I say dove, I mean it. He plunged his tongue into me like he was dying of thirst and I was the only source of water on the planet. My hips trembled as he tongued my folds before settling his lips over my clitoris.

I was already on edge but when he took me in his mouth and pulsed my clit with his lips and tongue I came again, hard.

"Oh yes, that's it, Lance." I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against me as I had my second climax of the evening, this time from having my husband's boss eat my married pussy.

When I finally release his head, Lance rose a broad grin on his face.

"Delicious, my dear. I think you are ready for your induction into the ERB."

I looked down and could see an immense tent in Lance's pants and licked my lips in anticipation. If that bulge was any indication, he was huge.

He reached for his belt and unfastened his pants, pushing them to the floor he stepped out of them and pushed his boxers down releasing the largest cock I had ever seen in my life.

That monster had to be at least eight inches long, and was growing as it hardened, now free from its confinement. Lance wrapped one rand around it, his fingers barely making it around the girthy weapon.

Looping his arms under my knees, Lance pulled me to the edge of the table, bundled my dress up around my waist and positioned his cock right at my soaked entrance. He brushed it back and forth against my lips and teased my clit with it. Soaking himself in my juices, but the sensations were driving me crazy.

I'd never seen anything that big, I wanted to feel it inside me.

"Stop teasing me, give me that big cock," I groaned, reaching for him.

"Big, you say?" Lance teased, as if he didn't know. "Bigger than your husband?"

"Much!" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"And what would you like me to do with it, Lexi?" Lance asked savoring his victory.

I raised myself up on one elbow and looked at my husband's boss. The sheer size of him made me a little nervous. At full mast he had to be nine or ten inches. What would that even do to me?

"I want to taste it. Please let me suck that magnificent cock," I begged, reaching for it.

Lance looked at me and then at Ralph. "Who am I to say no to a lady?"

With his help I turned so that I was laying along the edge of the head of the table, that way I wouldn't have to look at my husband while I blew his boss. Just the thought sent a thrill through me. I'd let this man do what he pleased to me, and I was about to try and suck the biggest penis I'd ever seen.

I didn't need Ralph's judgmental eyes right now, I just wanted to enjoy it.

Lance stepped closer and rested it on my face, I could feel the hot flesh of his weapon reaching almost to my ear. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and tentatively licked the tip. A small bead of pre-cum had gathered there and I savored his taste before taking the whole bulbous head into my mouth.

"Mmm, that's it Lexi. That's a good wife," Lance groaned as I went to work on him.

I pumped him vigorously with my hand as my head bobbed back and forth on this member, there was no chance that I could take him all, so I did my best to return his eager ministrations.

I rolled onto my side so that I could use both hands. I lifted my head off him and sucked one of his large smooth-shaven balls into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while I stroked him with both hands.

I don't know how long I spent worshipping that thick cock, but I couldn't help but think Ralph would have spent his load a long time ago. His boss had some serious stamina, no doubt he'd built up quite the staying power as he'd worked his way through his employee's wives.

Now it was my turn. Twenty years his junior and I couldn't break him. What was that weapon going to do to my pussy? The thought was both exciting and terrifying.

Lance stepped back, drawing out of my mouth.

"What's wrong?" I asked, fearful that I'd done something wrong.

"Nothing at all Lexi. Much as I am enjoying your voracious oral talents. I want to be inside you."

Lance walked around the table, rolled me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing at all and pulled me toward him until I was standing on my heels, bent over our dining table staring directly at my husband.

"That's it, look directly into your husband's eyes and tell him about your experience in the ERB."

I lifted my eyes to my husband, who's eyes were locked on me. I could see his hand resting in his lap. Was he playing with himself?

"Are you playing with yourself?" I asked, unable to resist.

Ralph said nothing he just looked down at his lap.

"Can you blame him?" Lance asked. "You're putting on quite the show. He's a lucky man, getting to watch his hot little in action. You're like his own personal porn star."

"Don't you wish you were here Ralph? Bending your tight little Lexi over the table." Lance asked.

Then without warning I felt his hand smack into my ass, as he spanked me.

I gasped and took a quick breath as he spanked the other cheek.

"I just can't get enough of this tight ass, Ralph." Lance gloated. "I try not to pick favorites but I think I'm going to need to spend a lot more time with your wife."

I licked my lips at the thought of spending more time with Lance. It was tempting, but I couldn't just go running every time he called, could I? Ralph seemed to have accepted his place, but there was going to be a price to pay. I was sure of it.

Lance squeezed both my cheeks, and then I felt him. The bulbous head of his immense weapon positioned at my entrance.

"Soo big," I groaned as I felt my lips part for him.

With a gentle thrust he drove it into me.

"Ahhhhhh," was all I could manage.

"Can you take the rest?" Lance asked, as his hands grabbed my hips, pulling me toward him and gradually impaling me on his cock.

"That isn't all of it?" I asked

"Just over half," Lance replied, and I could hear the sense of pride in his voice.

"Give it to me," I groaned. "Give me all of it."

Lance didn't hesitate. He rocked back and then drove his entire weapon into me. A wave of pleasure rocked through me as he buried himself inside me.

Withdrawing several inches, he drove himself home. The slap of his thighs against my ass echoing through the room. I'd like to say that I gave as good as I got but bent over my dining table, my husband's boss used me for his pleasure. Relentlessly pounding me with that big cock until my third orgasm swept through me in waves.

"That's it. Mmmm. I'm coming again," I cried as I looked Ralph in the eye.

Ralph just sat there jerking himself below the table as his boss had his way with me.

"Honey, he's so big," I groaned. "He just feels so damn good."

Lance gripped my hips and gave me everything he had.

"It looks like your wife is enjoying herself," Lance said as he eyed Ralph. "You too, perhaps. Do you like seeing what a real cock does to your wife?"

Ralph nodded as his hand rose and fell in time with Lance's thrusts.

"Your cock has turned my wife into a total slut," Ralph replied. "I've never seen her act like this."

"I can't help it," I groaned, as each thrust seemed to prolong my orgasm. "He knows how to use it, and I needed it bad. Two weeks, baby, I needed this weeks ago."

"Don't worry, Alexis dear," Lance interrupted. "You'll have no shortage of what you need now. I'll see to it."

That thought sent another wave of pleasure through me, that ceased when I felt Lance pull out of me.

"No, put it back in," I pleaded.

"Just a moment," Lance replied as his strong hands grabbed me and rolled me onto my back, my legs and strappy black heels pointing up in the air as they rested against his chest.

"I just want to unwrap the rest of my present," Lance said as he stared at my breasts.

I couldn't say no. I reached for the thin straps and pushed them off my shoulders, allowing Lance to grab the top of my dress and pull it down, exposing both my breasts.

Lance's eyes lit up as my large natural breasts sprang free. My nipples proudly displayed the arousal that was coursing through my system as they stood firm enough to cut glass.

"How is it that we haven't taken these out sooner," Lance asked. "Seems criminal to me."

Lance bent down and tasted my left nipple, teasing it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

My husband's boss was like a kid in a candy store, mauling, tasting, sucking and nibbling at my breasts while I lay pinned between him and the table.

"Your wife is exquisite, Ralph," Lance gasped as he rose. "You truly managed to excel yourself."

Lance looked down at me and his smile grew wide and hungry. "And you my dear are an asset to the company. I shall have to add you to my staff."

I wrapped my hands around his cock as it rested on my stomach. "There's only one staff I want. Give it to me!"

"You hear that, Ralph? Your dear wife wants more. Seems like she hasn't had enough." Lance teased.

I couldn't see my husband, but at that moment I didn't care. Lance stood over me, his impressive erection ready to split me in half.

"Don't tease me. Give it to me. Use your employee's hot little trophy wife. Make her your own," I groaned. If I was going to join the ERB, and there was little doubt in my mind that I wanted to, then I had to excel his other choices. Trina didn't think I had it in me. I would knock her off her slutty little pedestal and take Lance for myself.

Join the ERB, I was going to own the ERB by the time I was through.

Lance had his pick of willing housewives, I would need to appeal to his appetites, and there isn't a man alive who doesn't like their ego stroked with some dirty talk.

"That's it, Lance, show him who's boss," I pleaded.

Lance grinned as he drove his cock into me.

"Oh yes," I cried as he sank himself to the hilt.

"You like to spoil your little harem of hot wives don't you, daddy?"

Lance throbbed inside me.

"Oh, you like that, daddy?" I teased as he thrust inside me again.

"I do," he said as he took one of my breasts in each hand, and with my leg's over his shoulder's pounded me relentlessly. "Who's your daddy?"

"You are!" I cried as he thrust inside me over and over. "That's it, daddy. Harder!"

I could feel his pace building as my own climax approached.

"Ralph," Lance began, "did you hear that? I think she prefers a real man, but I'm afraid even I have my limits. I'm going to fill your dear Lexi while she begs for more."

"Oh no," Ralph groaned. "Not inside her, you can't do that,"

"Yes, he can," I said, cutting Ralph off. "Fill me up. Show him who's boss."

I felt Lance explode inside me like a volcano.

It was hot and warm, as my husband's boss filled me with his seed. He slowed his strokes, each motion pumping more of him deep inside me. The sensation was too much, and I came again as he played with my breasts, his load filling me to the brim.

"Ahhhhhhhh, yesssssss," I cried. "That's it, daddy, hmmmm."

Lance slowly withdrew, and I could feel him leaking out of me. He'd filled me to the brim.

My husband's boss stood over me, naked from the waist down his impressive member still hovering on display. It hadn't softened yet.

"Welcome to the ERB," He said with a grin from ear to ear. "When I call you come. Do what you will when I'm not around, but when I'm here. I'm the boss. Understood."

"Wait, you can't just have my wife whenever you please," Ralph protested.

"Don't make her choose between you and me Ralph, that's not a question you want her to have to answer, is it?" Lance asked.

"I, um," Ralph stuttered.

"Um, nothing," Lance replied. "I'm still your boss. You'll do as you're told. Now get up here and show your wife what a good job she's done. Finish that cock off for her, show her you enjoyed the show."

If Ralph thought of saying no to his boss he didn't show it. He stood up and walked to the head of the table. Sure enough his erection was poking through the fly of his pants. It was red from the attention he'd given it.

It was a modest cock but next to Lance's it looked tiny.

Undeterred Ralph approached my breasts, but Lance stopped him. "I'm still playing with those."

He gave them a squeeze for good measure. "No, put it on her face. Let's see what you've got."

Normally I'd have never let Ralph cum on my face, but I didn't stop Lance. It was what he wanted, that's what he was going to get.

I licked my lips and pointed to my cheek.

Ralph barely managed a full stroke before he erupted shooting several strands across my cheek before dribbling the rest on the table.

Lance looked at it and smiled, "That explains a lot. Don't worry Lexi, tonight is just the beginning."

With that my husband's boss, pulled on his slacks, stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork. "Oh yes, I'll be seeing you again soon my dear."

And with that Lance turned and headed for the door. Leaving me in quite the state, my husband standing over the mess his boss had made of me.

As I licked my lips, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store.