Vegas Pool Party: The Cuckold Club, #10

By Mona Rivers

The Cuckold Club Conference in Las Vegas is going to be a weekend I'll never forget.

 

Two days and nights with my husband, his boss, and some of the most beautiful wives I've ever seen.

 

I had no idea what my husband's boss had in store for us, but judging by the skimpy bikini he wants me to wear I dare say my husband Ralph is destined to be cuckolded again before he knows it.

 

It's going to be one hell of a weekend, and I can't wait.

 

Vegas Pool Party is an erotica story intended for readers over the age of 18+. It features sex scenes, cuckold themes, exhibitionism and voyeuristic sexcapades.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mona Rivers
• Release date: May 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224669639

Book preview

The Cuckold Club 10: Vegas Pool Party

I was giddy with excitement. Vegas. I’d never been, and now I was here for the ultimate party. The Cuckold Club. A gathering of the world’s elite, and their assorted mistresses and playthings.

There were only two ways to get in. To be fabulously wealthy and powerful on an international scale. Or be a very married woman, who had attracted their attention and affection.

No single women allowed. This was a playground for the ultrawealthy and women who were ready to do despicably dirty things while their hubby’s watched from home.

I had never been so excited in my life. Ever since Lance had first taken an interest in me, I’d been on a whirlwind adventure of lust fueled sexcapades. I suspected my hubby had known what might happen the night he invited Lance Reynolds to our home for dinner.

He’d wanted that promotion and so had I.

Now I was carrying Lance’s child, and my hubby Ralph was his Vice President. I’d ridden Lance all the way to the top and enjoyed every minute of it.

Ralph wasn’t suffering either. My hubby seemed to have taken great pleasure in using his newfound position to get what he wanted. First it was Trina Goldman and her insanely shapely ass. Now he seemed to have taken a special interest in Lance’s sexretary Lauren. The two of them had looked awfully close on the plane and not just when she was riding him in front of me.

The two of them had vanished into his cabin and not been seen again until we’d landed. It had been a rather smooth landing, something that had shocked be given I was pretty sure Melissa had been entertaining our pilots while they’d been flying the plane.

I was dressed to party, a long sparkling red dress with a slit so high you could see the curve of my ass as I walked. It had a deep plunging neckline and no back. I finished it off with a set of matching red heels. I wanted to ensure all eyes were on me in Vegas, and Lance had purchased this sleek number from a London-based designer just for this weekend.

When Melissa emerged from her cabin, she was wearing a semi-transparent blue minidress. There wasn’t much of it, and what there was hid little of her nubile young body.

The door to Ralph’s cabin opened. He emerged, smiling broadly. His initiation into the mile high club had clearly been a memorable experience. I had to give it to Lauren, she was very good at her job. Lance had been training her since she was eighteen years old. I’d barely been in this whirlwind of a lifestyle for three months.

Ralph offered his arm to Lauren. She was wearing a classic little black dress that was open at the midriff and displayed a whole lot of her long, toned legs.

For a moment I could see them wrapped around my husband’s back as he held her hips, thrusting eagerly as he took her on our kitchen table.

I was here to have a good time, but I wasn’t going to let the young hussy steal my hubby away from me. I had Lance, I had his baby in me, and soon I’d have everything I ever wanted.

There was a new queen bee in Reynolds Capital, and now that I had Lance wrapped around my little finger, she would have to fall in line like everyone else. Or get on her knees... I’m not fussy and she is good with that wicked tongue of hers.

The five of us made our way down the stairs and into a waiting stretch limousine. There was champagne waiting for us in the car, and no sooner had we pulled out of the airport than Lance was pouring us all a drink.

Melissa passed them out, not taking hers until last, but rather than return to her seat, she perched on Lance’s knee for