The Boss's Slut Games (2)LORD NIKOLAI'S POV.•••••••••••••••I noticed the men around the table exchanging glances, knowing this deal could change everything. The stakes were higher than any of us had ever played for.Vincent leaned forward with his eyes locked on me. “I’ll need to speak with her,” Vincent said firmly. “Make sure she understands what’s expected.”I tensed. My pride burned like hell, but I couldn’t let it show. “I’ll talk to her,” I said, standing up, my balance slightly off thanks to the whiskey I’d downed trying to numb the sting of defeat. “But remember, she’s a lady. You treat her with some fucking respect.”Vincent’s grin stretched wide. “Don’t worry, Lord Nikolai. I’ll treat her like the queen she is.”The poker game droned on behind me, but it wasn’t about cards anymore. Not really. The air had shifted with the scent of sex and desperation.---I trudged through the hallway of the Lion’s Den penthouse, the thick carpet dulling my steps but not the weight on m
“You’re not even going to wait till we get there?” Vincent had asked, grinning as Betty dropped to her knees in the backseat of the limo.She looked up at him with wicked eyes. “Patience was never one of my fucking virtues, Vincent.”Before he could speak again, her lips wrapped around his thick cock, sucking him deep into her throat. He let out a low, guttural groan, gripping her hair as her tongue swirled around the head. The city lights flickered through the tinted glass while the limo glided toward the Lion’s Den, his private casino.“Goddamn… that mouth was made for me,” he growled, rolling his hips into her face.She moaned around him, letting spit drip down his shaft as she bobbed faster, deeper. The sloppy wet sounds filled the space, filthy and perfect. She choked a little, eyes watering, and he held her there a beat longer, loving the stretch in her throat.“Take it, Betty. Fucking take it all.”Her eyes fluttered shut as he came, hot and thick, his seed spilling straight do
The Night My Wife Stripped For Strangers (4)Lisa’s lips were still slick with spit and cum, her hands pumping two thick cocks as her mouth bobbed up and down on a third. She moaned around him, voice muffled, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and something darker.Her body was soaked, her skin glistening with sweat and semen. There was a literal puddle forming beneath her, white streaks trailing down her thighs, and a messy glaze across her tits and belly. The scent of it was heavy in the air.The guy in her left hand tensed and let out a grunt.Lisa barely reacted. His cum splashed across her cheek and neck, dripping down her breast. The man in her mouth groaned next and pulled out as he came, shooting thick across her hair and jaw, staining her lips. The third man, the one who had circled back for seconds, came right after, grunting as his cock pulsed in her fist, releasing more of it onto her already marked chest.Lisa leaned back slowly, dizzy and dazed, collapsing against Ryan
The Night My Wife Stripped For Strangers (3)Ryan stood by the bar, stunned, cock hard in his slacks. He rubbed himself, eyes locked on the wet patch forming on her panties. She was soaked. There was no hiding it. Her body was responding in real time, as if this had always been waiting inside her.She straightened up and turned to face him.Her eyes met Ryan’s. She saw his hand in his pants. She saw the lust on his face, the conflict, the hunger. Then she smiled. It was a slow, wicked smile that didn’t belong to the woman he’d married.She turned back around and straddled the groom’s lap, grinding her hips slowly.“Oh, fuck…” the groom muttered.Lisa bounced, just enough to make her tits move. Her nipples were rock hard. Her skin flushed. She glanced at Ryan again and saw him watching, stroking, almost hypnotized. That devilish smile returned.The room had gone quiet.There was no more laughter, no more casual joking. Every man in the room was focused now, hands stroking cocks through
The Night My Wife Stripped For Strangers. (2)“Are you bringing some slut friends with you?” one of the men called out as Lisa stepped into the suite.Lisa smiled, shifting her hips so the red dress hugged her curves. “They could not make it,” she said softly. “So tonight you get all me.”Another man leaned forward and said, “From where I’m standing, you are definitely more than enough."Lisa responded with a playful lift of her chin. “You won't believe everything I have in mind for you all this evening,” she teased.Ryan stood at the bar, pouring strong drinks for all of them. He hoped to dull their enthusiasm enough to ensure a tame performance. Instead, their eagerness grew with each refill.“Just you? Then let’s get this show started,” one shouted.Lisa swept her hair off her shoulder and replied, “Take it easy. We have the whole night. Let me fix the atmosphere with another round.”As she stood, a man who had his hand on her thigh tightened his grip. He said, “No need to stand. K
THE NIGHT MY WIFE STRIPPED FOR STRANGERS (1)SUMMARY:It all started with Lisa's decision to replace the strippers at the event she and her husband were hosting. Dressed in slutty red and dripping with confidence, she walked into a room full of drunk, horny men and owned it. Ryan could only watch as his wife flirted, teased, and let their hands stay on her far too long. It was supposed to save their business.Instead, it made him jealous… and disturbingly turned on. What sparked that night didn’t just cross a line. It burned it down.••••••••••••“My wife stripped at a bachelor party… and I let her.”Ryan never thought he’d say those words out loud. But they echoed in his head as he watched the door swing open and saw Lisa step into that hotel suite in her shimmering red dress under the low lights, her heels clicking with dangerous confidence.After eight years of marriage with Lisa and countless hours building their business from the ground up, they were partners in every sense. Or a