In Too Deep, Book 2, Part 5

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Chapter 17: The Master Bedroom

Julia led me past a couple bouncers into an even more exclusive part of the club. They didn’t question us this time, and when Julia nodded at them, they seemed to know her.

“Been here before, my naughty wife?” I whispered, tugging her close.

I was still tipsy from the drink and the buzz of watching my real wife dance and flirt with other men. Still, it felt odd to cuddle up to a woman I didn’t trust and didn’t really like, and suddenly feeling affection for her. Looking around, I realized she was my only lifeline in this world, and indirectly, to Amanda.

“Scouting missions, my husband,” she said. “Had to see if it was the kind of scene my cuckold husband would be into.” And that’s why I still really didn’t like her. She added in a conspiratorial whisper, “I think you’ll really enjoy the show.”

We ascended a staircase to a second story of the club—a long hallway, well appointed and adorned with photos like it was a suburban home. Only the photos were not of families, but of people having sex. Some of the doors along the hall were open, revealing well appointed bedrooms, all empty. Many were closed, the sounds of moaning issuing through them.

And finally, we arrived at the master bedroom—a pair of double doors that were propped open, despite the room already being occupied.

My hands felt clammy as we approached, and my heart pounded like a hammer in my ears. Julia sensed it, her cruelty softening. “Don’t be nervous, Davey. You’re about to enter a world where the only rule is pleasure and hedonism. Whatever you may see has nothing to do with… our marriage.”

Julia surprised me by pulling me close and kissing me on the mouth. I resisted for only a moment before remembering who she was supposed to be—who we both were. I relaxed as I gave in to the kiss, into her compact body, her wet mouth, her soft lips.

“You’re hot, David,” she said in a whisper, meant just for us. “I’ll confess, as much as you can piss me off, I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” She laughed, pulling back. “Guess that really does make us married, hm?”

She linked her arm in mine and led me into the Master Bedroom.

I had no idea what to expect. Certainly not what I saw, though, which was essentially an ongoing orgy. The bed was beyond any size bed that I’d ever seen, tiered in places and spread out like a series of stacked kings. Everything was covered in red linens, from the pillows to the sheets to the drapery. Along that wall were couches and chairs where spectators could sit, watch, drink, and play.

There were already two couples on the bed, the women on their backs, the men between their legs fucking them. I barely saw them, because on the opposite side of the gigantic bed sat my wife.

She was seated on the edge with her two black suitors on either side of her. She was kissing one while the other nuzzled her neck and palmed her tits through her tight, maroon dress. Her hands were not idle, either, both resting in the guys’ laps, rubbing their prominent bulges through their slacks.

I felt thunderstruck. Watching her dance earlier didn’t prepare me for this. Hearing her confess about loving dirty sex felt abstract. Even watching her sucking another man’s dick on video paled in comparison to the storm I felt now.

Julia guided me to a loveseat close by Amanda. Discretion was gone. Subtlety had no place here. I didn’t need to stare at Amanda furtively across the room. Here, she was on display. Here, I could watch nakedly.

“This seat taken?” Julia asked. I was so out of it that I didn’t know who she was talking to at first.

“Not anymore,” came a Russian-accented reply. There was Nikolai before us, sitting alone on his own sofa. He tipped a vial of white powder onto the web of his right hand, between thumb and forefinger, raised it to his nose, and snorted it up. “Please. Enjoy.”

He turned back to Amanda, and like that we were forgotten. If I hadn’t felt underwater before then, I was all the way at the bottom of the deep end now.

The guys had pushed her strapless dress down, and her tits hung free. One of them was sucking on her nipple. The other rose to his feet and unbuckled his trousers. Amanda fished his cock out, and it looked huge in her hand.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she said, just before leaning forward and taking that dark flesh into her mouth. She sucked until her cheeks caved in, pulled back, and released him with a prominent pop. “You going to skull fuck me with this big, black cock?”

She slowed down, enunciating those last few words.

“Hell, yeah I am.” He reached forward, collecting her dark braids in his hand. 

Before he could pull her forward, she turned and looked at his friend. “Why don’t you stand and get your dick out, too. Blow bang me.”

“Shit, Sammy. Can you believe this?” the sitting guy said.

“Oh, I be-lieve.” Sammy, presumably, pulled Amanda’s face back to his large cock and thrust deep into her mouth. She took it with a choking gargle, staring up at him the whole time.

Meanwhile, the other guy squeezed her tit one last time—harder than I ever would have—and started stripping. Unlike the first guy, Sammy, this dude got completely naked, and I could see why. He was jacked. If I rippled with glossy muscle like that, I’d try to show it off as much as possible, too. 

Amanda’s free hand immediately went to his dick, which was even longer than Sammy’s. Sammy released her head, giving her more freedom to shift between the two black dicks. She took to the freedom with evident delight, pumping the cocks together, sucking and spitting and lapping at them until they glistened with spit and pre-cum. When she sucked on them, she went deep, gagging as each cock entered her throat. Then she held it there, taking another inch, before pulling back swiftly and switching dicks.

Like all the times seeing her at The Gold Club, it was hard to reconcile this vixen with the woman I’d married. She wasn’t a passive participant in the blowbang. She was the choreographer, teasing her fingernails over their balls, driving their cockheads against the inside of her cheeks until they bulged out. Spit drooled down her chin, frothy and thick, dribbling over her tits to mix with the sweat she’d started to build up. 

Sammy stripped out of his shirt, too. He wasn’t quite as cut as his friend, but made up for it in the tattoos that covered his dark skin. 

Julia squirmed at my side. “That’s so hot,” she whispered. She brushed her hand along the front of my pants, squeezing my erection. “Let me help you with that, Baby.”

My response lagged like a bad signal. Julia was already sliding to her knees between my legs before I could stop her. This was wrong. She shouldn’t do this. I glanced at Amanda, who was staring up at Sammy as she fought to swallow even more of his dick. I glanced over at Nikolai, as if he would judge me.

Another man had joined him, I was surprised to see, and the two were talking quietly to one another, like they were conducting business court side at a Lakers game, rather than at an orgy. I looked away, knowing now that I shouldn’t stare, but not before I saw this new man pass something to Nikolai.

Julia opened my pants and fished out my cock. My attention snapped down to her, protest on my lips, only to see her glancing at Nikolai and his companion. I couldn’t watch them discreetly, but from her angle, she sure could. 

“I’m ready to fuck,” Amanda announced, her voice husky from dick-sucking. She stood, hooked her thumbs into the remains of her dress, and shimmied out of it, leaving her in nothing but heels and her thong. 

“Ray.” Nikolai’s voice exuded command. “Come.”

She slipped past the two naked men, crossing the short distance to her lover. I suddenly realized how compromising my position was, especially when Julia wrapped her mouth around my cock. I nearly pushed her off, but Amanda didn’t even look my way.

I looked, though. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was sloppy from all the fellating, her ripe tits glossy with saliva, sweat glistening on her high brow.

Nikolai fished a purple pill out of a baggie—the one that his companion had passed him. Jasmine. Jazz. “A new batch,” he said. “Enjoy, my Raven.”

She knew what to do, getting on her knees, opening her mouth, and sticking out her tongue. He placed the pill on her tongue like a priest handing out an unholy Eucharist wafer. Even after hearing her do coke during surveillance, and even after her confession the other morning, it was still shocking. With the cornrows and the easy nudity and the way she stared up at Nikolai from her knees, it struck me how far we’d come.

He pulled her close and kissed her. No way for her to fake swallowing the pill. No way to fake her way out of this. “Tell me how this one is,” he said, pulling back. “Oleg tells me he tweaked the recipe. Calls it JazzEx.”

She glanced at the man sitting at Nikolai’s side. “Oleg, I presume?” The man didn’t acknowledge that he was or not, but she pressed on. “Thank you for the last batch. A couple of the girls and I dropped them out at a club and ended up fucking all night.”

Oleg stared at her, not understanding what she was saying. Nikolai said something in Russian, listened to Oleg speak, then said, “These will be even better,” Handing her two more pills, he added, “For your new friends,” before sitting back, ready for the show.

She turned away from us, holding a pill in each hand, high over her head, and wiggled her thong-clad ass. “You’re going to love this shit,” she said.

I popped off before I could help myself, the first to come of the group, emptying into Julia’s slurping mouth. She diligently swallowed everything, staring up at me in all her blue-eyed, blond-haired glory.

Once she’d finished, she said, “Davey, Davey, Davey…” in the most condescending of ways. Somehow, that not being my name made me feel both better and worse about my situation. At least I could sink into my role as Davey. “Guess I’ll need to find other hard dicks to play with.”

Amanda was back with her black friends, making out with Sammy as the other rolled her thong down her thighs. Her hands were all over their cocks, jerking them, readying them.

Julia left me. I figured that she’d join Amanda and the two guys. Instead, she strutted over to Nikolai and his friend. “You two just voyeurs? Or does one of you want to fuck me?”

With a few easy movements, her leopard-print dress pooled around her ankles and suddenly it was Julia I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was sexy the way pornstars just past their prime are—meaning she was sexy as hell. Her tits weren’t real, but it worked with both her curves and her vibe. Her navel was pierced. Her pussy was clean shaven, and another piercing glittered on her clit.

Nikolai seemed to translate her question to his friend, speaking in rapid Russian as the guy gazed at Julia. He was already sold, even before he learned what the offer was. He was younger than Nikolai, about my age, and built like a gorilla. His closely cropped hair and his frameless glasses, though, somehow softened his otherwise thuggish look.

Julia didn’t wait for more affirmation. She again went to her knees, working open the guy’s belt like she was desperate to get to her next meal. I felt the sting of jealousy, watching that—watching Amanda, too. Both my “wives” were with other men, and I was alone.

That didn’t stop my smaller head from beginning to swell all over again.

Action on the bed drew my attention back there. Amanda had one knee up on the bed, the other planted on the floor, as she bent forward and bobbed along Sammy’s dick. Behind her, the ripped guy with the bigger cock lined his condom-sheathed dick against her pussy. My breath caught. He didn’t push into her though. Not right away. He rubbed against her wet pussy lips, teasing her until she tore her mouth off of Sammy’s dick, looked over her shoulder, and said, “Just do it. Stretch me all out with that big dick of yours.”

I was jerking myself. I didn’t care who was watching anymore, and a quick glance around confirmed that I wasn’t alone. Even Nikolai now had his dick out, watching the show. Watching Amanda take one BBC in her pussy as another was rammed down her throat.

Maybe I should have felt jealousy as I watched. Maybe I should have been sick to my stomach as my wife’s pussy stretched to accommodate that huge dick. Maybe I did, but it was all drowned out by fiery, violent excitement.

“She feel good, Deion?” Sammy asked his muscled friend. “She tight?”

“Feels so fuckin’ good, man.” He slapped her ass. “And this booty? Not bad for a white chick.” Deion spanked her again, made an approving grunt, then started fucking her with force. That pushed her forward, into Sammy’s crotch. She gagged hard, but incredibly didn’t push away from him. She kept his dick in her throat, pinned on either end as they worked her body.

“Ah!” Julia’s gasp drew my attention her way. She and Oleg had moved to the bed. He was on his back with the blond agent straddling him, his cock sinking deep. I had descended all the way down the rabbit hole, witnessing these agents of the law break it in the name of the case.

Much like a dream, time lost meaning. I watched. I jerked off. At some point, someone had come back and refreshed my drink. Sammy and Deion took turns fucking Amanda, laying her on her back, legs up, pounding as the other rubbed his dick over her face.

The first time I watched Amanda come on another man’s cock, I nearly came myself. Sammy was inside of her, holding her ankle against his shoulder as he drilled her. Her tits juddered. Her staccato cries filled the room, drawing everyone’s eyes. Her audience grew beyond the four of us, and she seemed to know it.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, you’re so fucking big!” she cried when she didn’t have the other guy’s dick in her mouth. “I love it. I fuckin’ love big… Uhh! Black… Nghh! Cock!”

She crested, her body arching, tits high, head thrown back as she screamed through her orgasm. Deion didn’t slow. He didn’t show her mercy, nor did she want it. He didn’t come, either. He powered through her climax as his buddy moved into place to take his turn next.

At some point, a lifetime later, she emerged from the tangle of limbs, covered in so much sweat it was like she was emerging from a pool. She glanced at her audience, which had grown quite considerably, pausing only a moment on me before she looked at Nikolai with a sly grin.

“Be right back, fellas,” she said to Deion and Sammy. She went back to Nikolai, sliding into his lap, putting an arm around his neck and her free hand on his cock. “Enjoying the show?”

“Always. You are incredible,” he said. He kissed her. “How is the jazz?”

“So good. I feel so fucking high.”

“Thank you for sampling.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, Nick.”

“I hoped that you’d say that.” He leaned in and whispered something to her that made her giggle. It was their intimacy, more than anything, that gnawed at me. Reaching into the inside pocket of his coat, he handed her something.

“Very naughty,” she said. They kissed. “You know I’ve wanted this…”

Amanda sauntered back to the bed with a confidence that belied her nakedness. She commanded attention, and everyone around her watched. “You two are in for a treat,” she announced—not just to Sammy and Deion, but to her audience as well. “My boyfriend wants to watch me experience my first ever double penetration.” She put a hand on her cocked hip. With her other, she held up the thing that Nikolai had given her—a bottle of lube. “You two up for it?”

The way the two guys looked at each other was priceless, from their shit-eating grins to the way each puffed his chest out, trying to look cool as they slowly jacked themselves.

“You ever had a brother up your ass?” Deion asked.

“Oh yeah,” Amanda said. “I love a black dick in my butt, although…” She reached out and stroked him. “...never had one quite this big.”

She actually did a pirouette, like some kind raunchy ballerina, as she twirled back down to her knees and sucked him. “Think I can take it?” she asked.

“Let’s find out.”

She was already squirting the lube all over that big dick of his. “On the bed,” she said to Sammy. “Get on your back and get that big, beautiful dick ready.”

Nikolai sniffed another sprinkle of coke off the back of his hand. Julia was on her side, watching the setup as Nikolai’s acquaintance spooned behind her, slowly pumping into her. Others were in the chairs and sofas around us, on other tiers of the bed, all watching this exchange.

Amanda rose up, folding her tits around Deion’s lubed up cock, and gave him a brief titty fuck as she met his eyes. “A slippery dick always feels good between my tits,” she said. “But it’s gonna feel even better in my ass.”

At full height, she grabbed the back of Deion’s head and kissed him passionately. She was about to get fucked hard, but she was in full control.

Climbing onto Sammy, I had the perfect angle to watch her ease his dick into her pussy. I shuddered at how good that looked—his black flesh spreading her pink, shaved slit. When she glanced over her shoulder, I perked up, expecting her to check in with me. Instead, her eyes went to Nikolai’s, seeking approval and getting it with a short nod from her boyfriend.

Jealousy coiled in my gut.

“She with you?” a woman asked, pulling me out of my trance. At some point, another couple had joined me on my sofa and I hadn’t noticed. She was a sexy redhead, still wearing a skirt but now topless, straddling a guy and facing out.

“Uh, no…” I stuttered. Right, I needed to remember who I was with—who I was. I was Davey. I was here with Gillian, my wife. And the woman on the bed, about to get DPed, was Amanda. “I’m with the blonde, but what’s about to happen…” I shrugged.

“Is intense,” the redhead agreed. “I don’t blame you for looking.”

The guy behind her palmed her full, freckle-dusted tits. “You remember when we did that to you?”

“I’ll never forget.”

I turned back to the bed, where Deion was just now aiming his dick at Amanda’s asshole. She was actually holding her butt cheeks apart for him, watching him over her shoulder. I could still see Sammy’s dick in her, glossy with their juices. I could see Deion put pressure against her backdoor, see her shiver as the pressure built and built until—

“Oh, fuck!” she cried. “Oh, fuck, I feel so… I’m so… so fucking full!” She cried louder. “Your dicks… your fucking dicks… fuck me with both fucking dicks!”

What started slowly got intense very fast. Amanda wasn’t a stranger to anal sex, and neither, apparently, was Deion. He let her adjust to his size. He let her adjust to having two cocks in both holes. Then, grabbing her by the hips, he began to pound her ass as hard as his buddy was fucking her pussy.

“I’m coming!” hissed the redhead beside me. Or maybe it was Julia on the bed. Or one of so many people around me, having sex. All the moans, all the cries and gasps, all the squeals suddenly felt overwhelming to me. Amanda wasn’t the center of any of this, I realized. She was just one of many, seeking pleasure.

Nikolai’s buddy—the man who brought the new batch of drugs—had tipped Julia back up onto her hands and knees. Only now, they’d been joined by a third—the girl with the bubblegum pink ombré and the tequila shots was there, now completely naked. She was splayed out before Julia, legs open, as Julia did what she’d teased earlier: she was eating the tequila girl’s pussy.

As hot as that was, for me, it all paled against the sight of Amanda getting double dicked. She was out of her mind with it. “Oh…ohh fuuuck!” I could hear her over the soundscape of sex all around me, her familiar voice spewing things I never dreamed she’d say. “Oh, fuck my ass, fill my holes… just like that, just like that! Ahh!”

I was jerking off without shame now. So was Nikolai. So was the man who’d been fucking the redhead beside me, who had now joined the fray on the bed.

“Do you like that, Nicky?” Amanda cried. “It’s so much better with real cocks. Only need one more to really plug me up. Can I? Can I have one more cock, Baby?”

I looked at Nikolai. He was completely under her spell. I envied him, holding my breath as I waited for him to join her.

But he didn’t. Instead, Amanda looked at me. Like directly at me. She smirked. “You. Come closer and I’ll give you the most intense blowjob you’ll ever have.”

I actually looked behind me, then at the guy who’d been with the redhead. He chuckled. “Think she’s talking to you, Bud, but I’m happy to go as your surrogate.”

I was already up out of my sofa, stripping off my shirt. This was probably a dream that I was about to wake from, but how was that different from anything else in my life? And like all those times, I wasn’t about to second guess it.

Climbing onto the bed, I got a very clear glimpse of the DP—two thick, black cocks pistoning in and out of my wife, one in, the other out, like a literal fuck machine. Sensing me approach, she glanced my way, eyelids heavy with bliss. When she looked at me, though, the pretense fell away. Amanda, Raven or Ray or whoever she was, she was my partner, my love, and I was hers.

“Not a bad cock for a white guy,” she said. It was a tease, playful the way old Amanda played. “Just big enough to choke on, eh, guys?”

“Plug her up,” Deion said behind her. He spanked her ass, now red from his palm. “Give the lady what she craves.”

What she craves. That’s exactly what Amanda wanted. The tough-as-nails, by-the-numbers agent craved this over-the-top sex, and she’d recruited me to play. I groaned as she wrapped her lips around my dick.

“She’s good, ain’t she?” Sammy said from the bed. “Grab her head. Use her. She likes it.”

I hesitated, but only for a moment. I was Davey, not David. I was just another guy here for casual, no-strings-attached sex, and the sweat-coated brunette beneath me wanted to be used.

I swear she smiled around my dick as I cupped her head and started directing her up and down my length. Amanda being Amanda, just as she did whenever we hit the dance floor, she subtly took the lead, forcing more of my dick down her throat. It looked like I was bouncing her on my cock, forcing her to grunt and gag, but that was all her.

Airtight. Never in my life did I think I’d ever do this—and especially not with Amanda. It was so raw. So real. So raunchy. She started to come, drawing out of my grip to suck air in through her nose as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. 

Deion was next, pulling free of her gaping asshole. He ripped his condom off and popped a load all over her back. Sammy, beneath her, couldn’t escape to do the same. Instead, he grabbed her by the ass, pulling her onto him so his dick was deep, and filled his own latex sheath as he grunted.

Amanda’s orgasms rolled. She went back to my dick, jerking it, looking up at me. “Do it. Come all over my face. I want it.” She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, blinking her long lashes up at me, ready to receive. 

My first blast caught her on the cheek, just below her eye. She didn’t flinch. Second hit her chin. Third found its mark, right on her tongue, before my stream started to weaken. She sucked me back into her mouth to finish milking me before I could fully beg off.

“Thank you,” she said, sitting back at last. I knew we weren’t talking about her facial. It was all of this.

“Oh, no,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Or maybe thank me?” commented Julia, reinserting herself into the conversation. “After all, it was my husband’s cock that you were sucking.”

There was animosity between these two, no doubt. Even here, in the lion’s den.

Amanda’s eyes lingered on me as she said, “Why yes. Thank you. He’s quite special.” She turned midway through the sentence and kissed Julia on the lips. My come smeared into Julia’s face. It was a power move, but not one that the blonde was going to back down from. She kissed Amanda back, just as hardcore, their tongues jousting. 

“You taste like pussy,” Amanda said. “Yummy.”

Julia lapped the strand of come from Amanda’s cheek. “And you taste like my husband.” She glanced at me. “Look at that Davey. You finally got to play with the slut you’ve been eye-fucking all night. Too bad you didn’t get her ass, but I bet that like me, she saves it for real men.”

Julia slipped off the bed and picked up her dress. “Come now. Time for us to go. I love a good, hard reclaiming.”

That last sentence was directed at Amanda, who let it roll off of her. Amanda just smiled and said, “Ditto. And eventually, when mine comes, it’s going to be epic.”

One more chapter in this book, out next Friday!