Ruth felt she should be writing. She should be sitting at the home keyboard and writing up a storm of sexy stories or thoughts…

…writing about sex she wasn’t having.

Hugh was still in Dublin for another two days, not that they had much sex when he was home. As well, the boys were still at hockey camp, which left her time to herself to think.

Perhaps too much time.

Likely why she found herself stepping through the front door of Marcel’s Castle.

The castle was a hundred-plus-year-old mansion built in the city’s downtown east section. Looking at it from the street would cause any horror film director to cream their pants with possibilities. Marcel’s, however, was a lifestyle spa set inside it.

This was not a place she could bring Hugh, nor even tell him about.

She began by seating herself at the bar. The slit of her black skirt fell to show the top of her stockings. Being the place had a theme, she wore a black and purple corset on top to accentuate her ample cleavage and keep her curves in some form of check. Within ten minutes, she had four offers to buy drinks for her. She accepted the last.

He stepped towards her, close enough that his leg brushed against her knee. The man was tall, muscular and had a rogue’s smile. Black slacks and a white button-down collar shirt were knotted off with a red necktie that barely contained his biceps. “Good afternoon. I’m Vance.”

“I’m Zephyr,” Ruth offered using her blogging pseudonym rather than her real name. It somehow felt safer.

He stepped back and blinked a confused look of his face. “Zephyr? Only Zephyr I know of is the sex blogger I follow on Twitter.”

She blushed. Her expectation had not been to meet someone who knew her online persona the first time she stepped out from home on an adventure.

“That’s you?” A grin formed and he took a sip of his ale.

Lifting the glass of rum and Diet Coke to her lips, she tried to relax.

“You must come here often, then?”

Her eyebrows raised. “First time.”

His free hand slipped from the bar and brushed across the top of her knee. “Would you allow me to show you around?” Not waiting for an answer, he took her hand and pulled her from her bar stool. “Bring your drink.”

Ruth did and followed him past the bar and up the stairs towards the locker area where her coat and purse were residing.

“This place used to be a gay bath house in the area. Was pretty easy to adjust it to be a sex spa.”

“I imagine it would be.” Still following his grip, she allowed him to lead upstairs to the play area.

“This is the play area and single guys like myself are never allowed up here without a female escort.”

“Prostitute?”

He laughed. “No, I mean just escorting them up here.”

She nodded and looked around. The workers had already offered her a tour earlier, but it was quick and with nothing more than glances at the facilities as they sped through.

The upstairs had five rooms, each with multiple leather-mattressed beds of different colours that threw random shades up on the stark white walls.

Releasing his hand, Ruth stepped to each room in turn until she found one with a mirrored ceiling. “This would be cool. I could write a story about this place.” She placed her glass down on a table beside the bed and leaned forward to test the mattress.

The floor creaked below as Vance followed.

Ruth jumped feeling his hands on her hips. “Wait, I…”

Vance stepped back. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. In this place, of course, no means no but also uncertainty also means no.”

“Good to know you respect these rules.” She turned and sat on the mattress with the slit of her skirt opening again.

“Your husband doesn’t know your hear, does he?”

Her eyes lifted to him and she shook her head.

“Why are you here then?” He crouched before her and gripped her thighs firmly.

This time she didn’t flinch. “I’m not sure.”

“Did you come to watch?”

Her eyes widened and a slow nod followed.

He grinned. “Okay then, let’s start simple and you can direct me as we go.” He stood again and unzipped.

She bit her lip and watched as his cock was revealed from his fly.

He began stroking slowly until an erection was formed. His hand stayed firm around his shaft, keeping it inches from her face.

Her tongue flared out across her lips. Eyes still wide, they darted from the cock in front of her up to his eyes and back again.

Stroking faster, a light moan slipped from his mouth.

“Maybe you should sit down. I don’t want you falling over.”

He smiled to acknowledge her words. “Better get out of these clothes before I make a mess, too.” Shoes and socks were kicked off, pants were unbuckled and folded on the table, and his shirt was unknotted, unbuttoned and folded. He sat beside her and lay back with his hand again around his shaft. It had softened from the break, but quickly was back up to the task.

Ruth leaned back on her own elbows with her head still propped up to watch. Laying back further, she turned towards him and spoke with warm breath on his shoulder, “May I?”

He grinned and released his cock.

Her left hand grasped it and stroked lightly at first.

“Good girl,” he whispered. Closing his eyes, he groaned at the sensation.

Feeling his left hand playing at her own thigh, this time she did not jump. Instead, she spread her legs and allowed his hand further until the discovery she was not wearing underwear.

His smile widened upon feeling the dampness on his fingers. “Very good girl.” Another groan leapt from his lips and his back arched just before a white stream of warm cum shot from his cock. The first volley landed on his chest and was quickly followed by a second that covered Ruth’s hand. “Fuck, yes,” he growled as his body bucked from enjoyment.

Pulling tissues from the box on the side table, Ruth cleaned her hand and his chest off. Then a moan came from her as the fingers between her legs pushed inside. Laying on her back, she spread her legs further.

Vance got on his knees and moved until his eyes had a close up view of what was between her legs. His tongue, it seemed, could not resist joining in with his fingers as it began to play with her clit before also slipping between her pussy lips.

Her hands found their way to the back of Vance’s head and pulled him, as though trying to get his entire jaw inside her. She screamed as an orgasm rampaged through her, leaving her in shudders.

“Very nice,” Vince whispered. Pulling more tissues, he wiped her juices off his face. “Good thing you didn’t squirt, or this dress would be ruined.

Calming, Ruth looked up at him. “Ruin the dress,” she instructed in a growl.

His eyes widened. “Really? Are you sure?”

She nodded.

Standing, his cock was already back at attention. He reached for a condom and tore the package. “You’re about to cheat on your husband.”

She grinned. “After that orgasm, nothing really matters.”

Unrolling the condom onto his shaft, he also grinned. “You’re going to love every minute of doing it, too.”

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