A Milf At The Country Club Pt 14

This is a story about a woman who thinks her life, and sex life is slipping away. Unaware that she is in the prime of both, she reaches out to what she perceives as the only options available to her. To make this point clear, I tell you that women in their late 30's and 40's are at their most sexy and sexually appealing. This is a story about a woman who discovers pain heightens her experiences, and she likes it.

A Milf at the Country Club

Part Fourteen

The Night Reveals many secrets

Kimberly was dressed, Tabitha came over and took the children for the night, Mrs. Powell had phoned and told her all was arranged for the night, all she wanted was to know what was going to take place. But there was no time to think about that, soon Chas would be home, he would make demands upon her for the night, and she had to play the role of "The good wife".

Although she knew it was against the rules, she was so horny she had to cum at least once. She pulled up her dress and sat on the couch and started to gently rub herself, hoping to have a quick orgasm, but only got halfway to an orgasm. She didn't understand why because she had pleasured herself many times in her life and never had a problem. But this time she could not bring herself to completion, being frustrated she did what her Master, Mr. Raymond had done, and she pinched her clitoris. The harder she punched the closer she got to getting her prize, so she punched a little harder and a little harder until she finally just went for it and pinched herself with all her might. The pain was incredible, and she wasn't sure she could hold it, but she did and had a massive orgasm.

Sitting there, washed out and in a puddle of her own juices, she thought about what she had been told. She knew full well she wasn't to play with her cunt, no his cunt, without permission but she just had to get some release. And besides, she was alone in her home, and nobody would know what she did behind closed doors, so she went to clean herself up. Mr. Raymond doesn't like sticky dirty girls she was told, so she scrubbed and even perfumed herself for him. That's when she remembered, Mr. Raymond liked his girls lubed and plugged, she had a plug from the other day, so she quickly went and lubed her ass and pushed it in with a big shove. To her surprise, the pain led to a feeling of amazing pleasure, and she thought that she would easily get used to that full feeling the plug gave her. Now just to wait until Chas came home and explained what was wrong.

Finally, Chas made it home, and so self-involved he didn't notice his wife dressed exactly as he wanted and flustered in the face from her orgasm just minutes ago.

Chas: "Hello Dear, we have big trouble and I need you to do your best tonight to help."

Kimberly: "What is wrong and why are you acting so frantically?"

Chas: "One of my suppliers, my major supplier, somehow got in trouble with the federal government and now my accounts are frozen pending the investigation. I don't really understand it all, but he told me he would explain at the club tonight. We had better get going as I'm running late."

Now Kimberly was convinced she did the right thing with Mr. Raymond. She was looking to validate why she strayed and once again he gave it to her. He didn't kiss her, hug her, ask her how she was, didn't even ask about the children. He walked in and it was all about him, about his problem, saying "We have a problem" when she had nothing to do with it. Once again she was just someone he relied upon for the social skills he lacked, and she felt it even more this time. But she knew something that he didn't, something was going to change tonight.

When they arrived at the club, they were met by Mr. Shaw who directed them to a Reserved table, the booth Mr. Raymond had brought out for them. They took their seats and took hers in the outside edge where she sat with Mr. Raymond. They ordered their drinks and waited for their guests for the night, but Kimberly knew deep inside it would not be the men Chas thought were coming. Somehow, Mr. Raymond had a hand in this, although she could not figure out how or why. All of this couldn't be about her, there are many other mature women pretty as her, as sexual as her, as desperate as her. Why would Mr. Raymond spend so much time and effort just to have her for his own, she wasn't special in any way, and mostly ignored by Men lately. She was filled with questions, doubts, and indecision, but somehow felt confident about her status and standing by the end of the evening.

Mr. Shaw approached the table with Mr. Raymond behind and proceeded to introduce him to them both.

Mr. Shaw: "Charles, let me introduce your guest for the night, Mr. Rocky Raymond. I'll. Send Marcus over to take your orders right away."

Here it was, a meeting of all the dogs in the park, and someone was going to claim Alpha status, and Kimberly knew it wouldn't be her husband. Mr. Raymond moved to sit across from Kimberly, effectively locking Chas in the middle of the booth. He took just a moment to look Kimberly in the eyes when he falsely introduced himself to her, and she saw the eyes of a predator not the eyes of her newfound lover. Marcus showed up with the drinks and set them on the table, addressing everyone in order.

Marcus: "Mr. Raymond, Charles, Miss Kimberly" As he set their drinks.

That was the set-up for the rest of the evening. Mr. RAYMOND (Alpha), Charles (just another name), and Miss Kimberly (Special attention paid). There was no way this was by accident; Kimberly had seen enough of the dogs marking their territory to recognize when an Alpha staked out his ground with the introduction. Poor Chas was out of his league, and the poor bastard had no clue this man was going to hurt him. She almost felt sorry for him until she Remembered how he ignored her wants and feelings, treated her like an employee instead of a partner in life, then she just decided to watch and learn how this is done by a professional.

Mr. Raymond: "Alright Chas, shall we get down to the business at hand?"

Chas: "Yes Rocky, lets get started working this out."

Mr. Raymond: "Look Charles, first it's Mr. Raymond. Second, you don't have a play here. Third, you have thoroughly screwed yourself and your entire family by being greedy. Now I am the one who can save you from financial ruin and Federal prison, So, if you want to disrespect Me by calling me by my first name, lets just go with that and call it a night."

Chas: "OK, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect at all. Please tell me what happened and why would I end up in prison?"

Mr. Raymond: "First, you jumped at the chance to get cheaper electronic parts and chips, and you never investigated the company you were doing business with. Plus, you not only paid them, you built some circuit boards for them that you really shouldn't have, but you never thought about it, or cared. Now the Feds are freezing you business accounts and investigating what you did. Do you think these people you don't really know are going to lie for you, or take any deal the Government offers them?"

Chas: "All I did was buy parts off the internet at a good price, the best price I could find. That's not illegal."

Mr. Raymond: "That's not all you did though, is it Charles?"

Chas: "No, they supplied some parts and I built them radio transmitters for model airplanes. They needed a narrower frequency due to the high number of transmitters at competitions and contests around the country."

Mr. Raymond: "That's where you got in trouble, you did that for a discount on the parts you were buying. It turns out that company is based in the middle east, Iran to be specific. And the people you dealt with have ties to Muslim terrorist groups. Those transmitters you built can be used for rockets and bombs. You willingly supported a terrorist group by giving them money and sending them banned electronics. Under the Patriot Act, the government can take all your money, your company, any property you own, and put you in a deep dark whole for a very long time."

Chas: "Why are you telling me this? What should I do? Can you help me? I'm not a rich man but I could pay you to help me out?"

Mr. Raymond: "Pay Me? Ha, you tiny little punk. I don't need your money, and If I want something I take it. Here's your fucking reality check little man. I set up the entire deal. I out these people in front of you and you jumped right in, no matter what the consequences. I have them records of every transaction, I have them proof the Feds want. I have all the circuits you made for the Iranians. I have your pathetic little existence in the palm of my hand. Do you fucking understand now?"

There was nothing but Silence at the table, Chas trying to get a grip on all of this, and Kimberly realizing she had nothing to fear from her husband. He looked tiny and weak and like Master said, Pathetic in her eyes now. She knew she could never go back to her life as it was with him. She didn't know her future, but she did know she wanted it to be with this powerful man. The only thing she still feared was the last shoe to drop and Chas finding out she belonged to this Alpha man that held his entire future in his hands. She could also see her new master waiting for her wimpy hubby to catch up before telling him what he had done.

Chas: "Yes Sir, what can I do to try to fix my mistakes sir? I will do anything you ask if you help me stay out of prison and keep my life."

Mr. Raymond: "I already told you I take what I want, and I don't need you to do anything but follow my instructions from here on out. Anything else I want I will just take from you, Like your wife."

Chas: "You want to sleep with Kimi?"

Mr. Raymond: "Are you considering giving your wife to me to make up for your fuck-ups? Do you even think you have that kind of power over her you little shit? Do you want to see what real power is you pathetic little man? Just sit back and learn asshole. Kimberly, it would please me if you got up, walked five steps away from the table, and lifted tour dresses hem above your waist and held it there."

Chas: "She's not going to do that in public in this club. What are you crazy?"

Kimberly got up, walked five steps away, lifted her dress, and just stood there. Chas couldn't believe what he was seeing, and that no one in the club was reacting to it. Then he noticed the piercings with the two large "R"'s on her pussy. He put the initials together and figured out he was at a serious deficit in this situation. Mr. Raymond motioned for a waiter to come to the table.

Mr. Raymond: "Marcus, I think Kimberly's pussy is lonely right now. Would you grab one of those fat table candles and push it in and out of her while I continue talking with her husband?"

Marcus: "Yes sir Mr. Raymond, right away."

Marcus did just as he was asked, and Kimberly spread her legs further to accept the intrusion of her pussy. Now Chas saw his wife obeying a man who he was trying to make a deal with, a man who he offered her to, a man who governed his entire existence. He couldn't begin to figure out how to deal with this situation he now found himself in, and he feared it was about to get worse.