Cuckold Wife Watching - Nightclub: Older Woman Younger Guy, Public Humiliation Submissive MILF Wife Spanking & Cuckolding by Selvaggio Tinto

Author:Selvaggio, Tinto [Selvaggio, Tinto]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tinto Selvaggio
Published: 2016-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Back inside the club I do another sweep of all the bars, downstairs and up again on the VIP floor. Nothing.

Now I’m getting seriously worried.

I’m not sure what to do next. I decide to head to the basement toilet where it’s quieter to think for a minute or two and where I can take a quick pee.

Maybe I’m rushing because I’m worried. I don’t know. Whatever it is, I lose my footing on the steps down. I crash heavily onto my ass at the foot of the stairs near the doors to the bathrooms.

Two tanned brunettes with long legs and short skirts burst out laughing before they seem to decide maybe I’m injured.

“You OK?” one of them asks; lacquered fingers over her mouth. She probably thinks I’m some old guy smashed out of my head.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem.” I say, trying to hide my embarrassment while hauling myself to my feet.

The girls wander away, looking back over their shoulders a couple of times and giggling.

I brush myself down and push the door to the gent’s bathroom to get out of their sight. The small of my back aches as I take a quick look at my appearance in one of the mirrors and then head for a pee.

There are a couple of guys holding beer bottles huddled together outside the last cubicle down the far end of the room.

Still no message. Where the hell is she?

I unzip myself at the urinal, racking my brains again about where she could be and what the hell to do next.

Someone down the far end of the room yells something and then there’s laughter. I think maybe someone’s being sick inside there. These young guys just can’t handle their beer. I smile to myself, shake, and zip up my pants.

I’m actually on my way out of the bathroom when I guess it’s the sound of a wolf whistle that for some reason makes me stop. Then there’s a groan. I look back down towards the group of guys.

“He alright?” I yell, holding the exit door half-open and hearing bass thumping from upstairs.

“He’s more than alright buddy.” Someone yells back, “He’s got some slut in there with him,” more laughter.

“Go on Jamie, get her tits out!” someone yells

Holy shit, surely someone’s not having sex in there?

Maybe I should just carry on and walk out of here. But what guy could resist taking a peek? Seriously.

Halfway down the length of the washroom toward the guys baying at the open cubicle door I think I recognise one of them. But it couldn’t be. Could it? My footsteps slow on the tiles. Stomach clenching.

A door bangs, or a wall. I don’t know which. Again. A groan. I reach the guys. One of them seems to do a double take at me. Smell of unknown aftershave and a familiar scent. I peer through and around them into the cubicle.

It takes me a moment or two to recognize the guy inside. Gold shirt unbuttoned to his waist. He’s pinning the woman up against the cubicle wall.

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