A Wild Summer Serving a Trophy Wife's Many Naughty Needs - Part 9

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"Two...shit...uh…two strawberry daiquiris," Lucas said as he consulted his notepad to make sure he didn't screw up the order.

Sarah smiled. "Coming right up."

He wanted to kiss her, of course. He wanted to kiss her, to take her clothes off, to carry her away to somewhere private at the club, and to make love to her again and again and again. That sort of thing was frowned upon, though, and so Lucas settled for staring at her butt in the white shorts that were the bottom half of her work uniform. He wore them too, along with a navy blue polo with the club's logo emblazoned on it.

"How's your day so far?" his girlfriend asked.

"It's hot as hell out there," he replied. "It's not all bad, though, because it means more wives by the pool, which means more drinking, which means more tips."

Sarah flicked on the high-powered blender and its overbearing noise filled the air. He watched the frozen strawberries turn to a finely blended mixture along with the alcohol. He was suddenly quite thirsty and he reached behind the bar to grab the glass of ice water that Sarah kindly refreshed any time he drank it down.

"She looks especially good today," Sarah said as she poured the frozen drinks into their glasses.

Lucas almost asked who she was talking about. That would have been insulting, though, since they both knew she was talking about Grace, who was sitting poolside in a spectacularly sexy white bikini and sunglasses. It seemed that she cared even less about what the first wives thought on that particular day as she'd put in some effort to flaunt that she was younger and hotter than just about any other woman at the club.

"She does," he replied.

"She doesn't usually wear such revealing bikinis," Sarah noted.

Lucas couldn't keep the surprised look off his face.

"What?" Sarah asked. "It's not like I don't notice women. I don't want to fuck them, but I notice them, and Mrs. Bannister is absolutely looking hotter today than usual. So, you know, I wonder if one of the first wives did something to piss her off or if she's just in a bit of a nasty mood today."

Lucas laughed.

"Maybe you should ask her if everything's okay," Sarah suggested.

He studied his girlfriend for any sign that she was fucking with him. "Are you serious?"

Sarah set the drinks on his tray and rested her hand on top of his. "Yes, I'm serious. I know your relationship with her is...well, let's say complicated, but you're close with her and I don't know if that can be said about anyone else at the club. The first wives resent her, after all, and none of the husbands can befriend a woman that beautiful without making their wives angry. Plus, most men want to steer clear of Mr. Bannister. So maybe she's feeling a bit off and has no one to talk to about it. Or, you know, maybe she's just keen on looking hot. I mean, sometimes that's fun."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I bought something yesterday that I look really hot in. I was thinking I'd wear it for my boyfriend, assuming he's going to take me somewhere nice for dinner."

Lucas's thoughts went fuzzy for a few seconds as his mind conjured an image of Sarah on top of him from two nights prior. Her parents had gone out for the night and she'd taken him to her bedroom. It was the first time they'd had sex in a bed (the truck bed didn't count). They'd started in missionary but she'd quickly flipped him onto his back and taken his cock inside her. She'd rested her hands on his chest, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back as she rocked her hips back and forth over his cock, bathing him in the most incredible pleasure he'd ever experienced, all while rubbing her clit vigorously into his pelvis and eventually triggering an orgasm for each of them.

"Lucas?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Sorry. I was...I was thinking about a few nights ago."

She looked around the bar to make sure they were empty and then leaned over the counter and kissed him. "I fucked you good two nights ago, didn't I?"

They'd had a fair amount of sex in the week since she'd taken his virginity and Lucas liked that when Sarah was on top she tended to refer to it as her fucking him. He didn't have enough experience to know if that was a common thing, but he suspected it wasn't and he liked that it was one of Sarah's little quirks. In fact, it turned him on a little bit every time she said it that way.

"Yes, you fucked me good," he said, sending a wave of arousal through his body.

Sarah smiled. "Do you want me to fuck you tonight, Lucas?"

He knew it wasn't how most girls talked. He loved it, though. "Yes, please. I want it more than I can possibly explain."

She looked delighted. Completely and utterly delighted. They kissed again and then he took the tray and headed out to the pool to deliver the drinks to the women that had ordered them.

Lucas took orders from a few others and made a point of stopping by Grace's lounge chair to check in on her as Sarah had suggested.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Bannister," he said as she pushed her sunglasses up on her head and smiled at him. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, Lucas, I'm okay."

She uncrossed her legs and Lucas glanced between them. He'd have been fired for staring at the bikini-clad pussy of any other member, but he knew that Grace liked the attention. He thought he saw a small wet spot and wondered if she'd been in the pool, if she was turned on, or if perhaps her husband - or another man - had fucked her right before she'd come to the pool.

"Is...sorry, but is everything alright?" he asked.

Grace studied him for a moment and then a smile slowly spread across her face. She sat up, set her book on the chair next to hers, and bent one knee while the other leg remained extended. "Why do you ask?"

Lucas glanced into the bar and saw Sarah chatting with one of the club members. He wore shorts, golf shoes, a polo, and a white hat. Lucas looked back at Grace and saw that her nipples had seemingly gotten hard as they were visibly poking through her bikini top.

"Well, I just...Sarah actually suggested that maybe something was off because...because usually you're not so overtly sexy when you come to the club pool. Usually you wear something a little more conservative, so, you know, maybe something happened that has you trying to make the first wives jealous, or something else entirely, I guess."

Grace glanced through the glass windows and into the bar and smiled. "Your girlfriend is perceptive, Lucas."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You know, I believe that you really do care. That's very sweet of you, Lucas. Thankfully, it's nothing significant."

Lucas waited as she once again glanced towards the bar. Grace then took a deep breath before looking up at him.

"Robert's been in something of a mood for the past handful of days. A business deal went south. It's not like he needs the money or anything, but he gets upset when things don't go his way. I mean, he was a little bit annoyed with you and he made you watch as I sucked his cock. He made me feed you his cum, Lucas, and that was a tiny little thing. He cares more about his business than anything else in the world, me included. I knew that when I married him, of course, and I have no issues with that, but he can be erratic when he's in a bad mood."

Lucas found himself inspecting Grace's body for any sign of abuse. "Did he hurt you?"

She laughed. "Oh, Lucas, no. Robert's not like that, and even if he was, he's not mad at me. He might try and destroy the man on the other end of the deal that fell through, but he wouldn't hit him, nor would he ever hit me. No, instead, Robert's being a bit chaotic and he's...well, hornier than usual, I guess you could say."

"Is that a problem?"

She laughed once more. "Well, he fucked another man's wife yesterday. Another member's wife, in fact. Came inside her, too. Like he was claiming her. I know this because he came home and told me about while I sucked his cock. Sucked her juices off of him, in fact. It was not my favorite blowjob I've ever given, though I'm enough of a wild card that I actually got a little wet."

Lucas looked around the pool and wondered if Robert had fucked any of the women relaxing in their swimsuits. It did strike him as an insanely chaotic thing to do, especially the unprotected part of it.

"Now that I'm a little older than I was when Robert and I got married, I find the chaotic elements a little bit annoying. I really don't want someone trying to cave in his head with a golf club because he spilled his seed inside a married woman. I don't want that married woman thinking she has any right to my husband. I don't want to hear these bitches whispering behind my back that I can't satisfy my husband. It's all very tiresome."

"Yeah, I can see that."

She laughed. "You can't, Lucas, but you're still so young. You shouldn't be able to see it. Not for years to come."

"So...if you don't mind me asking, why the bikini?"

"Because I want every one of those bitches to know that I could have their husbands if I wanted them. I want them to think twice about gossiping because they worry that I might be crazy enough to seduce the men they're married to, to destroy their fucking marriages, to have them end up like the other poor first wives whose husbands tossed them aside for someone younger and hotter. I could do it, too. I wouldn't even have to leave Robert. I would just have to remind some of these men what it feels like to have good sex again, what it feels like to fuck a tight, lithe body, what it feels like to get your dick sucked by a woman that actually wants to please you...that would be more than enough to inspire a handful of divorces."

Her nipples were harder and Lucas recognized Grace's increased arousal as a sign that she was just as chaotic as her husband could be. Their coupling made perfect sense in that way, and what appeared to be a classic older rich man marries a wealth young gold digger scenario might actually have been two people finding their perfect mate.

"You like the chaos," Lucas said without thinking.

Grace shot him a look.

"Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry," he demurred.

Her face remained blank as she looked up at him from the lounge chair. Lucas held his breath as he waited for her response to his ill-considered comment.

"I suppose I do," she said. "I did fuck Robert in his car on the drive over here. Well, I started by blowing him. Then I told him to pull over and I rode him while he played with my tits."

"Is that why there's a wet spot in your bikini?"

Grace nodded. "Yes. My husband's cum is leaking out of me."

Lucas glanced between her legs again. He hated that his glance was accompanied by a stirring between his legs - it felt like a betrayal of Sarah - but he had no control over it.

"You want to lick my pussy, don't you?" she asked.

"No."

Grace laughed. "Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes, Lucas, and it's quite obvious that your shorts just got a little tighter. It's okay. It just means that I trained you well."

There was something about the look on her face that left Lucas weak in the knees. She was so confident in the idea that she'd trained him...and she probably wasn't wrong. He hadn't eaten cum before he'd met her. Now, though, he'd eaten a fair amount of it. That wasn't entirely Grace's doing, though. Sarah had played a part.

"I'll tell you what, Lucas," Grace said. "You can get me something. Or at least you can try."

"Of course." He pulled out his note pad.

"I wouldn't write this down."

He looked up and saw that he would absolutely not be fielding a drink or food offer.

"I'd like you to go inside and ask your beautiful girlfriend if there's any way she'd let you lick another man's cum from my pussy," Grace said. "I don't expect her to say yes, of course, but I do want you to ask."

Grace knew that Lucas had spilled everything to Sarah, that he'd told her every single kinky thing he'd done with Grace over the course of the summer. It seemed that Grace was now using that knowledge to inject a bit of her own chaos into Lucas's life.

"Okay, I'll ask," he said.

Lucas tucked his note pad into his back pocket and headed inside. Sarah was making a drink and talking to the man at the bar and as Lucas approached he realized that it was Mr. Bannister. Lucas had swallowed the cum of the man now talking to his girlfriend. He felt a touch of panic, though for no particular reason. Sarah didn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable and there was no reason to believe that anything untoward was happening.

"Lucas!" Mr. Bannister called out from across the bar.

"Mr. Bannister, it's good to see you," he said.

Mr. Bannister laughed and slapped his hand on the bar. "I'm sure it is, young man. I'm sure it is." He sipped his drink - Lucas would have guessed a Scotch, though it seemed a bit early for the hard stuff - and gently set the glass on the bar before smiling at Sarah. "Don't you think that maybe you're too beautiful for him?"

Sarah shook her head. "I do not. Lucas is full of surprises, Mr. Bannister, as I'm sure you know."

The older man's face went blank for a second, but then he let out a hearty laugh. "So true, Sarah. So true." Lucas wondered if he was drunk or if he was simply infused with the chaotic energy Grace had described. "Have you ever been with an older man?"

It was miles from appropriate conversation, but Mr. Bannister didn't seem to give a shit, and with good reason. It was unlikely that the offense of engaging in such conversation would cost him anything at the club.

"I have," Sarah answered without missing a beat.

"And?"

She picked up a freshly-washed glass and dried it as she met Mr. Bannister's gaze. "It was quite good. Sometimes it was spectacular, and I learned a lot from him."

"And how much older was he?"

"Late thirties. He was my professor last year, actually. He taught my social sciences class. Half the girls in the class wanted him."

"Were you one of them?"

Sarah shook her head and set the glass down before picking up another to dry off. "I wasn't. He wanted me, though. He was charming and persistent. He wrote me little notes. He told me how beautiful I was. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me. He told me that he wanted to spend time with me."

Mr. Bannister looked fascinated, though Lucas was certain that he looked the same way. Sarah had never mentioned fucking her professor, so either she'd kept that a secret - and she had no reason to tell Lucas - or she was skillfully spinning a tale to mess with Mr. Bannister.

"And you spent time with him?" Mr. Bannister asked before taking a sip of his drink.

Sarah smiled and it struck Lucas as the product of a lovely memory. It was pure and genuine and filled with all manner of unspoken subtext. "I did. Quite a lot of time, as it turned out. I thought he might be the sort of man who wants nothing more than a quick thing with a younger woman so he can feel young and vibrant again, but it wasn't quick. It wasn't a relationship, of course - he was married and I was a freshman - but we saw each other with some frequency over a period of six months."

Lucas was certain that Sarah had spoken of being disappointed by the guys at school, but it seemed that she'd been talking about the guys her age, not the professor that had shown her a good time.

"And how does Lucas compare to your professor?" Mr. Bannister asked.

Sarah looked over at him and smiled. "Very well, in fact. It's different. He's a lot less confident, but since I'm the first woman he's had the pleasure of having sex with, I can't expect him to be confident, can I?"

Mr. Bannister chuckled and looked over at Lucas. "So my wife was telling the truth when she said she hadn't fucked you."

Lucas nodded. Mr. Bannister had to have been drunk. He was the only one in the bar - it was quite early and everyone else was outside at the pool - but his boldness had graduated to being downright risky.

"I'm the only one he'll be fucking this summer," Sarah said. "Isn't that right, Lucas?"

He nodded while marveling at the surreal nature of the conversation happening in the bar.

"And what about you?" Mr. Bannister asked as he turned his attention back to Lucas's girlfriend. "Is young Lucas the only man you'll be fucking this summer? Do you ever long for the confident touch of an older, more experienced man?"

Lucas held his breath as he waited for the answer.

"Young Lucas, as you call him, is better at satisfying me than my professor was," Sarah answered. "Much better, in fact. You see, older men tend to have egos. Great big egos that often get in the way of providing a woman with pleasure. My professor wasn't as bad as some are, but Lucas has no ego. All he has is a desire to explore the pleasures of sex with me, and that is a gift."

Seemingly sensing that there was no point in pursuing it further, Mr. Bannister finished his drink, left a handful of bills on the bar, slid of his stool, and said, "Well, if you change your mind, please keep me at the top of your list."

Sarah nodded and Mr. Bannister walked away. She watched him go and then bent over, took a deep breath, held it for a few moments, and shot up straight to let it all out.

"Holy shit," she said.

"Yeah. Wow. You just got propositioned. Does that happen often?"

"Yes, actually. Not usually at the club, but it happens."

She came over, stepped out from behind the bar, and kissed Lucas. She did so deeply, too, and in an instant he was hard. They weren't supposed to be kissing like that at work, but Sarah clearly didn't care in the moment and Lucas's arousal meant that he didn't care either.

"Was that stuff about your professor true?"

She nodded.

"Wow. And was it, I mean, was it good?" he asked.

She smiled and again it seemed to Lucas that it was imbued with happy memories. "It was. I could tell you more about it some time. It seemed like...I don't know, like maybe you were kind of interested in it while I was telling Mr. Bannister."

"I guess I was, yeah."

"Maybe we can take my truck out to my spot again and I can tell you all about it. Maybe we'll see which parts you like the best."

Lucas wasn't sure why he was suddenly so excited for that, but he really was. "Oh, shit, I forgot, I was supposed to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Bannister...Grace, she said...fuck, this feels stupid now for some reason."

Sarah kissed his neck. "What did your naughty older friend want of you, Lucas?"

"She and Mr. Bannister fucked in the car on the drive over here. His cum is leaking out of her. She wants me to clean it. Or, she wanted me to ask you if I could clean it."

Sarah looked past Lucas and out to the pool area. "She's awfully bold, isn't she?"

"She is. Bold and largely uncaring. You were right about the bikini, by the way, though she said she wore it because she wanted to remind every woman here that she could have their husbands if she wanted them. She's just as crazy as her husband, if not more so."

"And you got yourself all caught up in that web of crazy, didn't you?"

He nodded. Lucas figured she might be annoyed with him, but Sarah smiled and kissed him instead.

"You know," she began, "there was a part of me that was really annoyed with you and with her, but the more I thought about it, the more it seems to me that Mrs. Bannister primed you for being the kind of boyfriend you've been with me. I mean, she even gave you tips on where to take me on our first dates and how to...well, how to please me with your tongue. Plus, she definitely opened up the part of you that's...I don't know, a little more open-minded, let's say?"

"You mean kinky?"

Sarah's smile was irresistible. "Yes, that's what I mean. Sometimes I think of you as someone who was a virgin a week ago, not someone who got jerked off using another guy's cum-filled condom."

Lucas's dick twitched at the memory of the handjob Grace had given him after he'd watched her get fucked by another guy. He'd been so turned on and the handjob had been so pleasurable that it was stuck in his brain as a source of everlasting erotic pleasure.

"Tell me, Lucas, if you knew it wouldn't make me angry, would you want to clean her pussy?" Sarah asked.

The answer came to him immediately, but Lucas didn't say anything right away. Then Sarah leaned in and kissed his neck. She'd discovered how much he enjoyed being kissed in a particular spot and now she did it all the time. It never failed to arouse him. "Yes," he said.

"Mmmm, that's what I thought," she whispered. "I'll tell you what, Lucas. You can clean her pussy, but this is the last time you do that. Do you understand?"

She gripped his cock while issuing her edict and Lucas nodded. Sarah stroked him a little through his shorts and then released her grip, kissed him on the cheek, and gestured for him to sit on a bar stool. He did so, mostly because he couldn't go out to the pool sporting an erection.

"No cumming, either," she said. "I'm the only woman that gets to make you cum from now on. I mean, you can jerk off, obviously, but no orgasms with Mrs. Bannister."

He nodded. "You're incredible, by the way. An absolute dream come true."

She seemed about as happy as a woman had ever seemed. Then, without warning, she lifted her shirt and flashed a remarkably sexy bra at Lucas. It was sheer and delicate and featured beautiful lace trim and his cock surged back to life.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I told you I bought something that I looked hot in. I was going to wait to show it to you, but you deserved a little something, so you got a little flash. You'll have to take me to dinner to see me in it afterwards, though."

"Does it come with matching panties?"

"It does," she answered with a smile. "And I thought it would be fun to keep them on while I fucked you, Lucas. Would you enjoy that?"

His dick was even harder. "Yes, but we need to stop talking about it or I'm going to be stuck on this stool with a boner all day long."

She laughed. "Fair enough. I'll just busy myself slicing limes."

Sarah did that as Lucas closed his eyes and thought about anything other than sex. It took some time, but his erection deflated. He then went to the pool, told Grace that he was allowed to clean her, and made a plan to meet her in the bathroom where he'd first eaten her pussy.

She went first. He followed a few minutes later.

Grace was on him the moment he entered the bathroom. She locked the door and pushed him up against it. She kissed his neck. She kissed him, exploring his mouth with her tongue. She guided his hand between her legs and pressed his fingers into her bikini bottoms. He felt the cum that had leaked out of her. It soon coated his fingers.

Grace took them in her mouth. She sucked them clean and kissed Lucas deeply, sharing the taste of her husband's cum with him.

"Get on your knees, Lucas."

He fell to his knees in the bathroom. She pulled her bikini bottoms aside and directed his mouth to her pussy.

"Clean me, Lucas."

He plunged his tongue between her pussy lips. He pushed it as deep inside her as he could. He tasted the remnants of her husband's cum, of Mr. Bannister's cum, of the cum of the man that had just tried to fuck his girlfriend.

Lucas grabbed Grace's ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her closer, squeezing her flesh tight in the process.

"Oh, that's a good boy," she said. "A fucking hungry boy. It's too bad this is the last time you'll be doing this, Lucas, because you're awfully good at it."

He moaned. It was the last time he'd be cleaning her pussy, but Lucas knew it was far from the last time he'd clean a pussy, as Sarah had already grown quite fond of him doing the same for her.

"Lucas...fuck...make me fucking cum," Grace said breathlessly. "Make me cum!"

Her thighs trembled as she pulled his hair. He winced, but he didn't stop eating her pussy and swallowing the cum he found. He kept it up right until she let go of his hair and stepped back.

"That was incredible," she said. "As always, Lucas, you're so much fun to play with."

Grace helped him to his feet and they kissed. He let his hands wander to her breasts while her tongue danced in his mouth and she offered a moan. It was likely for his pleasure only, but it worked like a charm.

"Stay here," she said. "Lock the door behind me."

Grace left the bathroom and he stayed, locking it the moment she departed. After a minute he started to worry she'd been fucking with him, that he could stay there all day and nothing would happen.

Then there was a knock. Lucas opened the door a sliver and saw Sarah standing on the other side.

He opened the door and she slipped inside and locked it. "Stay," Sarah said.

He stayed and she walked around the corner. Half a minute later she called him to her.

Lucas rounded the corner and saw Sarah sitting on the bathroom counter. She was naked. Her legs were spread. She was wet, too.

"Fuck me, Lucas," she said. "Fuck me, cum inside me, and then go down on me."

He had his cock out a moment later. He was inside her soon after. They kissed as she wrapped her legs around him. He fucked his girlfriend. He fucked her soaking wet pussy and wondered what had gotten her so turned on. Was it thinking about the professor? Was it Mr. Bannister? Was it that he'd cleaned Grace's pussy?

"Lucas...fuck me harder," she said.

Her hands moved through his hair and one came to rest on the back of his neck. She pulled him close for a wondrous, deep kiss as he fucked her harder.

"Lucas...fuck...I'm cumming!"

Lucas came inside his girlfriend. Her legs kicked opened and she moaned into his mouth, perhaps because she would have been too loud otherwise. He held his cock inside her and emptied his balls with pulse after pulse of pleasure working its way through his body as he expelled his seed.

"Stay inside me," she whispered when he'd finished, wrapping her arms and legs around him at the same time. "Just stay inside me for a little while, then, if you want, you can go down on me and make me cum again."

He smiled at the notion that she was now giving him a choice despite damn near ordering him to do it before he’d fucked her. "There's nothing I'd enjoy more,” he said, because it was true.

She laughed softly. "You're incredible. An absolute dream come true."

Lucas laughed with her. He'd go down on her. He'd clean her, too. Even though he'd just cum, he'd do it and he'd enjoy it. He wasn't sure why, but who cared about why? All that mattered was that it felt good and he was spending his summer doing what felt good.