She fucks him of course.

Jane smiled at her husband’s boss, the senior partner, the older man with his name on the door, the man who owned the tallest building in town, a combination of corporate, retail and housing space, in which he kept a massive apartment on the top floor.

She felt wanted, and that felt very good. Her inhibitions faded as she looked at the pictures again on the phone on the table, seeing her husband fucking two women. That was at least three women, just tonight.

“How many of them will John be with tonight Zachary?” She asked, leaning into the older man for warmth and comfort.

He put an arm around her and held her tightly, kissing her on the forehead sweetly, “it depends, but pretty much all of them darling.” He answered, “I have an arrangement in that club, my staff have a wrist band they wear, and anyone wearing it can have as much sex as they want, and John tends to fuck all of them.”

Jane gasped, “all of them? How many is that?” She asked.

The older man considered the question, and then grabbed his phone and pulled up a document, “there are twenty five dancers on shift tonight, it is a busy night,” he said softly. “Beyond that, the bartenders and the beer girls tend to be strippers in training, they are a part of that arrangement as well. So overall I think more than thirty tonight, perhaps thirty three? Yes, I think thirty three.”

Jane was silent, how was this possible. “I don’t get it, how is that even possible? How can a man be with so many women in one day…and why? But how? John can’t even get it up with me…how could be perform that many times, he just can’t…he could never do it with me a second time.”

Mr. Gamble pulled Jane in close for another hug, “they started hours ago, these are marathon events darling, lasting as long as eight hours.” He stared off into the night sky, then grabbed his phone, tapped a few buttons and an absurdly large television came to life. Jane gasped, having never seen something so large. On screen she saw the room she had fucked Mr. Gamble in, and she saw that John wasn’t in there. The older man clicked around and found her husband, now in a different room, with two beautiful blonde strippers.

John had them stacked, where one laid on the other, giving him access to both, and she watched as he alternated fucking them both.

“As you can see, he sometimes fucks two at a time, perhaps the only way to have sex with so many women in one night…” Mr. Gamble continued. “In preparation for these events we have a very good lunch and an early dinner, a lot of hydration, and some pharmaceutical help available, if desired.”

“So he takes the blue pills?” Jane asked, angry at the moment that her husband hadn’t with her. That asshole wore himself out fucking thirty women on Viagra, and had nothing left for her? Fuck him. “How do you know all of this? How can you have this video feed?”

Mr. Gamble smiled, “I own the strip club as well darling, I own a dozen businesses around town, and many more around the country.” He replies with a warm smile, “so I have access to the video systems of any of them when I want to have it.”

“Do you fuck all your strippers?” Jane asks Mr. Gamble, “and do you always drink this much? I haven’t seen you than drunk before.

It had been an hour since his last drink, Mr. Gamble was sobering up a bit. He smiled, she wasn’t wrong.

“No and no darling,” he relied softly. “At least not in a long time, not for years, decades really.”

She is still leaning back into him, their friendship growth recently has made them quite comfortable together.

“My father gave me the gentleman’s club to run when I was twenty one,” he continued absentmindedly. “I lived in this apartment, prior to the renovations, when this building had just been constructed. And back then…I chased women as much as any man, but I did it with what we call ‘fuck you’ money.”

Jane turned up and looked at him with a questioning glance, and he smiled at her.

“It means I grew up with the kind of wealth that solves any problem in the world. My father could buy nearly any business in the country, we could own a house anywhere we wanted, and if things got bad, we could pack up and live anywhere we wanted in the world.” He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead again. “But back then, yes I drank a lot, I had quite a lot of sex with hundreds of our exotic dancers, even before it became legal as it is now…and I was known to partake in other vices, **** and the like.”

“Not now?” Jane asked, feeling comforted by his presence, in a way she hadn’t felt before. “What happened?”

“I was married before darling. I married the daughter of another influential family, and we did the things you are supposed to do, charity balls, political events, dinners, galas, all manner of things we dressed up for.” He said quietly, “the life I lived when I was at university, at the gentleman’s club, and partying with my friends ran contrary to that life. We married when I was twenty two, and divorced when I was twenty five, that life wasn’t for me, at least not at the time.”

“After that, after Melanie divorced me, and after the scandal that followed, I threw myself into the life I think your husband is trying out,” he continued. “I drank far too much, I had sex…well you can’t have sex too often, but I had sex with far too many women. I am no prude, I enjoy sex, but the heart has needs, and there comes a time when it doesn’t need ten lovers every night on a slow night.”

“I haven’t lived that life in a long time, it just doesn’t meet my needs anymore, at least not at my age,” he continued solemnly.

“Which is?” She replied, “I can’t tell, how old are you?”

Mr. Gamble laughs, “I turned sixty a few weeks ago. Anyway, I haven’t done anything with one of my dancers in…we’ll longer than you have been alive I think. As to why I drank tonight…I was nervous, I needed courage and unfortunately I found it in a glass, a poor choice most of the time.”

Jane laughed and lightly punched him in the shoulder, “you nervous? You don’t seem the type…all the money in the world, houses, businesses, all of this confidence you have…what could make you nervous?”

Mr. Gamble eased Jane off of his lap, and walked to a cabinet and produced a couple of glasses, “wine or champagne Jane?” He said happily, “care for a drink?”

Jane stood and joined him in the kitchen, looking at all he has available. Whiskey, scotch, gin, vodka, tequila, wine, champagne and even an assortment of beers.

“You didn’t answer my question Zachary,” she said, staring him in the eyes. “What made you nervous enough to drink?”

Mr. Gamble smiles at her while fiddling with a bottle opener, “you darling, you make me very nervous.”

They were quiet for a long moment, then he continued. “I have seen you with John since not long after he met you, I have followed your cheerleading exploits, and I have been happy to have you at our dinners and at my home. Jane, you are perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, a singular and spectacular beauty.”

“Then I got to know you just a bit,” he continued. “And I found you were even more beautiful on the inside. You are charming, funny, kind…a package that seems impossible in one person.”

He finally got a bottle of wine open and sniffed the cork before he poured himself a tall glass of red wine, “I saw you tonight, and I became nervous as I planned to talk to you…and just being around you makes me doubt myself. I was drinking when I saw that you noticed your husband and started to follow them. I grabbed two more drinks for the walk over, and that was how I came to walk up behind you tonight.”

“You knew it was me?” Jane asked, having worn a long wig and heavy makeup with glitter that night. “How? And Zachary, you don’t need to be nervous around me at all.”

“Jane, with your physical beauty, there is hardly a disguise that would conceal you,” he answered, taking a drink of his wine. She looked at him, giving him a stare before gently taking the glass from him.

“Let’s stay sober, ok?” She said, placing his glass on the counter. “I still don’t see how I could make anyone nervous.”

“Jane, darling,” Mr. Gamble answered. “It has been a long time for me, romantically, and you are married to one of my employees. There are significant complications. What if John had recognized you? What if you had rejected me? What if in my drunken state I had been impotent?”

She smiled and moved in, pulling the older man into a romantic embrace, looking up into his eyes with a warm smile.

“Ok maybe we can have one drink…a toast…”

She then opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of champagne, “tonight is for celebration, so let’s celebrate shall we?” She asked, holding it up.

He poured them each a glass of champagne, and they held their glasses and stared into each other’s eyes, he tried to toast, but stumbled on it, “here is to…” but no words followed.

Jane grinned at the older man, “here is to liquid courage, good timing, and me not saying no to you…cheers…”

Their glasses clinked and produced a very pleasant ring, as they were in fact crystal.

Jane took a long draw on her glass, then looked around, seeing a large four post bed nearby. She took him by the hand and walked him over to the bed, wiggled out of her tight dress and laid down in front of him.

Mr. Gamble paused, he was stunned by the visual before him. Jane’s body was as perfect as any he had ever seen, and she was around a third his age, how had he been this fortunate?

“I’m not saying no Zachary,” she said softly. “I won’t ever say no to you, ok? I promise, not ever…not one time in my life.”

The older man removed his jacket and his dress shirt, exposing a body better than would expected for his age, he wasn’t as tall as her husband, but he was more fit.

“That is a big promise to make Jane,” he replied. “Such promises are inherently dangerous.” He unbuckled his belt and dropped his slacks to the floor.

He stood naked before her and Jane smiled, he was a very good looking man for his age. A good and lean muscular build, a well kept and full but graying head of hear, and a cock that was something to be proud of. He wasn’t a small man down there, now erect again, his cock looked like it was eight or nine inches long.

“I mean it Zachary,” she replied, pushing her big tits together with her arms, reaching down to play with her pussy. “Keep putting that big cock in me, and I will always say yes to you.”

She had been hurt by her husband, but not by his infidelity. In their culture monogamy wasn’t so big a thing, but denying someone you were married to pleasure? That was a problem.

Jane had fucked other men when escorting for the donor dinners, and she had sucked quite a lot of cock out in the open at games. In the field house she had fucked teachers and coaches, numerous times letting them split roast her. She had loved the feeling of having a cock in her mouth and in her pussy, it had been quite a turn on.

She wasn’t angry then that was having sex with other women, she was upset that he wasn’t having sex with her as well, using all his energy on other women.

She had turned down a lot of sex, men at the club, her fitness instructor, her dance teacher, and her former cheerleading coach who was teaching her yoga. After she graduated she had not been with anyone, even her husband, and she was very lonely.

Jane could have fucked all of them, but had held back. But no more. If John was willing to take viagra and fuck two dozen women at a party, Jane was going to get hers. She missed having the taste of cum in her mouth, the feel of a hard dick, and the warm sensation as a man’s cum moved down her throat.

She had loved it from the first time she tasted it, and she decided she would never miss it for a day again.

Mr. Gamble had hesitated, and Jane didn’t accept it. She slid across the bed onto her stomach, and reached out, pulling him towards her by his erect cock.

She smiled and gently kissed the tip, “there we go…” she said before beginning to suck his cock. She then rotated onto her back with her head off the bed, looking up at the older man. “Fuck my mouth Zachary, put it in my throat, I can handle it…”

Mr. Gamble obliged her, gently holding her head in his hands and gently thrusting in and out. He did it quite slowly, and he enjoyed the view of this amazing young woman on her back. His cock began to push into her throat and he saw it stretch, but Jane didn’t complain at all. When he slowed, she reached up and put her hands behind his ass and pulled him in, taking his cock all the way down to his balls. And she did it easily, now having no gag reflex.

He gently fucked her mouth for a few minutes before she pulled away from him, laying him on his back, then mounting him cowgirl style.

She leaned down and kissed the older man gently, and whispered in his ear, “when you cum, do it in my mouth, I want to taste you…” she said as she rode him, working her hips up and down. “I want to swallow your cum Zachary.”

But he didn’t cum quickly, he had sobered up a bit, and managed to last. He paced himself, stopping when he was close to kiss Jane, to suck on her big tits or to eat her out, and managed to fuck her for forty five minutes or so. It was a glorious experience for her, Jane loved the slow tempo of it.

Zachary Gamble wasn’t in a hurry when he had sex, it wasn’t him trying to get off as fast as he could, as many men did, he wanted to extend the pleasure as long as he could, and it worked. Jane had orgasmed twice by the time he felt the rise of his own orgasm coming.

Jane was on her side, and the older man was kneeling behind her with his hands on her hips pumping into and out of her at a steady pace, when he finally got close, “Jane…I’m there, where do you want me to finish darling?”

Jane moved away from him and laid him back on the bed, and began to suck his cock, but not like he was accustomed to. Jane loved a having a man’s cum in her mouth, she adored it, she often got off on it. Unlike many women who went through the motions on a blowjob, she was trying to give pleasure, and trying to literally suck the cum out of her lovers.

Amid a noisy blowjob, with a lot of slurping and sucking sounds, Zach orgasmed hard, cumming into her mouth, and then Jane orgasmed again. He was amazed watching her moan and writhe as her mouth stayed locked on his cock, as she wasn’t letting a drop of his cum go to waste.

When he was finally spent and softening, Zach Gamble, a man more than forty years older than Jane, relaxed and stared at the spectacular beauty as she licked and kissed his softening cock.

“You do seem to enjoy that Jane,” he said, a bit out of breath. “And fuck me you are good at it.”

She laid back next to him, smiling, her eyes closed, her checks a bit extended for having his semen in her mouth still.

She looked at him with a loving glance, and he saw her finally swallow, “you taste good Zachary,” she said happily. “That is not the last time I am going to taste your cum, get used to that…”

Zach laid there with the young beauty, his employees young wife. This could be problematic, but worth any hassle. He didn’t know how this was going to go, but he thought he would enjoy finding out.