Raine’s Partner in Club Activities

As Raine walked towards us, I couldn’t help but notice the way she carried herself with confidence and poise. She was a tall, striking woman with a body that seemed chiseled from marble. Her long red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, framing her face with a beauty that was simply breathtaking. Her black silk top and matching panties accentuated her curves, and her black heels added a touch of sophistication to her overall appearance.

“So, Sunny tells me it’s your turn, young lady,” Raine said with a smile, addressing Beth.

“No, no, no,” Beth replied, “One of them can take my turn.”

“Not going to happen,” Raine said with a wink, “Everyone has to have a turn, it’s club policy.”

“Yep,” I said to Beth, “I had to have a turn, so do you.”

Beth tried to argue the point, but Raine was unfazed. She walked over to the CD player, scanned the rack, and selected a song. As the music started, Raine took Beth’s hand and led her over to one of the chairs. Beth sat down nervously, pulling down her skirt as Raine straddled her thighs.

Raine began to sway to the music, her movements almost hypnotic. I could tell she had practiced this routine before, her movements were flawless. Lower and lower she swayed, until she was lightly touching Beth’s lap. Beth looked uncomfortable, but Raine took charge, putting one hand on each side of Beth’s face and turning her to face her.

“No looking away,” Raine said, “If you don’t do it right, you have to go again.”

Beth hesitated for a moment, but then seemed to decide to go along with the program. Raine started to move back and forth on Beth’s lap, softly caressing her face with one hand. She moved up again, took Beth’s hands, and pulled her out of the chair so she could access her lap more easily.

Raine’s hand began to move back and forth on Beth’s lap, her face inches from Beth’s. Beth’s legs were trembling, and I could see her white panties were visible from where I sat. Raine’s hand continued to move, and Beth’s breathing became more labored as her chest rose and fell.

Raine reached up and pulled her top off, exposing her breasts. Beth’s eyes widened in surprise as Raine leaned in, her face inches from Beth’s. Raine’s hand began to move between her legs, and she moaned softly as she stroked herself through her silk panties.

“You like that?” Raine asked Beth, her voice husky with desire.

“Do you do this too?” Raine continued, her eyes locked on Beth’s.

All Beth could do was nod, she was almost in a trance. Raine’s hand began to move faster, and she leaned back, her face flushed with pleasure.

Raine’s right hand moved around and cupped Beth’s left breast through her shirt. Beth tried to shift her position, but Raine locked her thighs on Beth’s and made sure she stayed put. Slowly Raine’s hand moved over Beth’s breast, and Beth looked over at Lance as if to say this wasn’t her fault.

Lance stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. “This is bullshit,” he snarled, “Everyone gets a better dance than I do. I’m going back to the bar.”

“Don’t leave Lance,” Beth pleaded, “Don’t leave me by myself.”

“Fuck this,” Lance replied, “Jeff, you stay with her.”

Raine started her dance again, telling Beth to blow Lance off. She began to move back and forth on Beth’s lap, her hand still caressing Beth’s breast. This went on for several minutes, and it seemed that with Lance out of the room, Beth began to loosen up. Beth’s hands, which were now on Raine’s hips, began to move in time with Raine’s.

Raine sensed Beth’s change of heart and suggested that I move from the sofa to the chair next to them. “The view is much better,” she said with a smile. I got up and moved, and she was right, the view was spectacular.

The dance continued, and I noticed that Raine had begun to grind her pussy into Beth’s. Her hands were now around Beth’s waist, pulling them closer together. Beth was breathing heavily, and she seemed to be lost in Raine’s spell. Raine knew she had Beth where she wanted her, and she reached up and slowly pulled her top off, exposing her breasts.

Beth’s eyes widened in surprise as Raine leaned in, her face inches from Beth’s. Raine’s hand began to move between her legs again, and she moaned softly as she stroked herself through her silk panties.

“You like that?” Raine asked Beth again, her voice husky with desire.

“Do you do this too?” Raine continued, her eyes locked on Beth’s.

All Beth could do was nod, she was almost in a trance. Raine’s hand began to move faster, and she leaned back, her face flushed with pleasure.

Raine’s right hand moved around and cupped Beth’s left breast through her shirt, and Beth tried to shift her position, but Raine locked her thighs on Beth’s and made sure she stayed put. Slowly Raine’s hand moved over Beth’s breast, and Beth looked over at me as if to say this wasn’t her fault.

Raine reached down and took Beth’s hands, bringing them to her shoulders. She held them there, making sure there was no protest from Beth. Seeing none, Raine took her own hands and placed them on Beth’s sides, stroking her softly.

Up and down her hands moved, looking at Beth for some sort of reaction. Then Raine’s right hand moved around and cupped Beth’s left breast through her shirt. Beth tried to shift her position, but Raine locked her thighs on Beth’s and made sure she stayed put.

Raine’s hand began to move over Beth’s breast, and Beth looked over at me as if to say this wasn’t her fault. Raine leaned in, her face inches from Beth’s, and whispered something in her ear.

Beth looked nervous, but Raine just nodded at her and smiled. Beth’s right hand moved to Raine’s panties, and Raine pulled her hand out, reaching down and pulling her panties to the side, exposing herself to Beth.

Beth’s eyes widened in surprise as Raine leaned in, her face inches from Beth’s. Raine took Beth’s hand and placed it on her pussy, and Beth’s fingers began to explore Raine’s body.

It was clumsy at first, but Raine leaned over and whispered something in Beth’s ear, and Beth’s fingers began to move more confidently. Raine’s face was flushed with pleasure, and she leaned back, her eyes locked on Beth’s.

Raine placed her hand over Beth’s and showed her the proper stroke. Beth quickly adapted, and soon Raine’s senses were reeling. Raine leaned in, her face inches from Beth’s, and they shared a long, slow kiss.

I was on the verge of exploding in my pants, my cock was so hard it was almost painful. Raine’s hand was still on Beth’s, and she was guiding her fingers in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Raine broke the kiss, threw her head back, and screamed in pleasure. “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” she cried.

Her hips bucked wildly against Beth’s hands for close to a half minute, and I watched in awe as Raine rode wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. She slowly began to breathe normally again, her face flushed, sweat glistening on her forehead.

Raine looked down at Beth, whose hand was still stroking her pussy, and brought her close for another long, gentle kiss. They broke the kiss, and looked at each other.

“You were wonderful,” Raine said to Beth, “Thank you.”

Beth looked nervous, but Raine just smiled and stood up, beginning to get herself together. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a $100 bill, folding it and handing it to her.

“Thank you,” Raine said, “It was my pleasure. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Raine hurriedly pulled her top back on and fixed her panties, scurrying out of the room. Beth was left sitting there, her skirt still pushed up, looking confused and embarrassed.

“You okay?” I asked her, “You look a bit frazzled.”

“I… I… can’t believe that just happened,” Beth mumbled, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why?” I asked, “I thought you were incredible. I’ll never forget tonight.”

Just then, the door opened, and Raine returned, wearing a beautiful long black Japanese kimono. She walked over to me and put a card in my hand, leaning in close to my ear.

“I also do private parties,” she whispered, “Call the number, leave a message, and maybe I’ll get back to you.”

With that, she turned and walked out. I looked at the card in my hand, it was high-gloss black with gold lettering, and it simply said “Raine” with a phone number underneath.

“What’s that?” Beth asked me.

“Just a business card for the club,” I replied, putting it in my pocket.

Beth stood up, straightened her skirt and blouse, and fixed her hair. We both left the room and walked back downstairs to find Lance. I knew Beth was nervous about how Lance would react, and I could tell it was going to be a long night.

Lance stormed out of the bar, his angry footsteps echoing through the empty room. I watched him go, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. I turned to Beth, who was watching me with a mixture of fear and pleading in her eyes.

“What’s going on here?” I asked her, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“I told him we should go home,” she said softly.

“And he didn’t want to,” I filled in, my eyes narrowing as I watched Lance’s retreating back.

“No, he didn’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. What was going on with these two? Why was Lance so angry, and what was Beth involved in that had her so scared?

Before I could think of a response, Riley, the club owner, sidled up to us and asked if we were enjoying the private entertainment. I smiled and thanked him, trying to play along, but my eyes kept drifting back to Beth, who was watching me with a mixture of fear and longing in her eyes.

Eventually, we left the club, and I walked Beth to her car, which was parked in the lot across the street. I gave the valet my stub, and he hurried off to get my vehicle. Beth never said a word while we waited, but as soon as my car arrived, she climbed inside, and I followed her home.

As we drove, the tension between us was palpable, but I tried to keep the conversation light, asking her about her job and her interests. She responded politely, but I could tell she was preoccupied, her mind elsewhere.

When we got to her house, she hesitated, looking around nervously before finally getting out of the car. I watched her walk up the drive, feeling a pang of disappointment. I had been hoping she would invite me in, or at least want to spend more time with me.

But as I drove away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. What was going on with Beth and Lance, and why was she so scared?

The next few days passed in a blur, but I couldn’t get Beth out of my head. I found myself wondering what was going on with her, and whether I would ever see her again.

It wasn’t until my mother-in-law called that I got any news about Beth. She told me that Beth and Lance were having problems, and that Beth was thinking of getting a separation. I was shocked, and a little relieved, but as I hung up the phone, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

Days turned into weeks, and I heard nothing from Beth. I tried to move on, focusing on my work and my own life, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had lost something special.

It wasn’t until Lance showed up at my doorstep that I got any news about Beth. He told me that he had decided to leave her, that things had been cold and distant between them for years, and that he was miserable. I listened, surprised by the change in him, and a little touched by his vulnerability.

As we talked, I realized that I had been feeling the same way for a long time. I had been stuck in a rut, feeling trapped and unhappy, and I didn’t know how to get out. But as I listened to Lance, I felt a sense of hope rising up inside me.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new. Maybe it was time for me to take a chance, to see where life would take me.

As I watched Lance leave, I felt a sense of excitement building inside me. I didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of hope.

And then, just as I was starting to feel like myself again, I got a call from my mother-in-law. She told me that Beth had met someone new, and that she was thinking of getting involved with him. I felt a pang of sadness, and a little bit of anger.

Why was Beth moving on so quickly? Didn’t she feel the same way about me as I did about her?

But as I thought about it, I realized that I had no right to feel that way. I had been stuck in the past, holding onto a hope that was unlikely to happen. And now, it seemed, Beth was moving on, and I was left to pick up the pieces.

I tried to shake off the feeling of sadness, telling myself that I was better off without Beth. But as I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had lost something special.

As the days went by, I tried to focus on my work and my own life. I threw myself into my projects, trying to distract myself from the pain of losing Beth. But as I worked, I couldn’t help but think about her, and wonder what she was doing. Was she happy? Was she with someone new?

I tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, haunting me like a ghost. And then, one day, I saw her. She was standing outside her house, waving at me as I drove by. I pulled over, and she came over to talk to me.

“Hey, Jeff, how are you?” she asked brightly.

“I’m okay, how about you?” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.

“Things have been rough, but they’re getting better,” she said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of sadness.

We chatted for a few minutes, catching up on each other’s lives. And as we talked, I realized that I still had feelings for her. Strong feelings. But as I looked into her eyes, I knew that I had to be careful. She was moving on, and I needed to respect that.

“I have to talk to you about something,” she said, her voice serious.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“We need to talk about the building,” she said, her eyes locked on mine.

“What about it?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“We need to decide what to do with it,” she said, her voice firm. “We can either sell it or buy Lance out.”

I was taken aback, but as I thought about it, I realized that it made sense. We had been partners in the business for a long time, and it was only natural that we would need to make a decision about what to do with the building.

“Tell you what,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. “I’ll clean up, and we can meet back at your place at eight o’clock to come up with a plan.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

As I watched her walk away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new. Maybe it was time for me to take a chance, to see where life would take me.

Beth arrived about twenty minutes after eight, carrying a couple of bags from Kentucky Fried Chicken. I was glad to see her wearing long jeans and a button-up blouse, which helped ease my anxiety about the conversation we were about to have. We went into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and began eating. I wasn’t very hungry, my stomach was knotted with worry.

Beth started explaining the arrangement she and Lance had agreed upon. She wanted to keep the house but couldn’t afford to buy Lance out. She proposed giving him half of their savings and buying him out of the building, in exchange for signing over the equity in their home to her. I listened attentively, my mind racing with the numbers.

Money had never been a problem for me, thanks to the mortgage protection on our home and the life insurance policies Susan and I had taken out. We had prepared for the worst-case scenario, and I was financially secure. I told Beth I’d contact my bank officer and start a mortgage on the building to cover the roughly $125,000 Lance was owed.

“You don’t have to sign over your interests in the building,” I said. “Your business can pay the monthly notes. Anything I can do to help, just let me know.” Beth’s eyes welled up with tears, and she looked relieved. I could see the tension in her body ease.

We finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen, and moved into the great room. Beth sat on the sofa, and I sat across from her in my chair. We continued discussing the details of the building until we were both satisfied.

So it was true, she had met someone. I decided to take the noble way out. Before Beth could say anything else, I let her off the hook.

She looked at me with a blank stare, like she couldn’t believe what I was saying. I’m not sure how much time passed, but it seemed like an eternity before she responded.

My heart sank, and my stomach tightened, but I tried my best not to let on that I was dying inside. I smiled at her, and she continued to tell me how confused she had been for the past few months, unsure of the right thing to do.

I told her, “I understand. But if you truly have fallen in love, don’t waste any more time. Be happy. Anytime you need to talk or need a shoulder to lean on, I’m here for you.”

Here was my sister-in-law telling me she had fallen in love with another man, while my heart was crying out to tell her how much I loved her. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her, but what good would that do?

My heart was pounding so hard, I was pretty sure she could hear it. My stomach was twisted in knots, and I felt like I had suddenly developed a high fever. Once again, I was alone.

But then, something unexpected happened. Beth looked at me with a curious expression, and I realized she was telling me something else entirely.

I told her, “I’ve seen it happen a lot, Beth. Guys leave their wife for someone else, they think they don’t care, until their wife finds someone who shows interest, then the jealousy starts.”

But then Beth gave me the most pitiful look, and her eyes filled with tears. She moved over to the end of the sofa and took my hand.

It felt like the weight of the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. I couldn’t describe the feeling, but for the first time in a long time, I felt a sudden peace.

I got up and moved next to her on the sofa. My hand brushed her hair from her cheek. Once again, my heart was pounding, but for a much different reason.

She said nothing, just leaned over and her lips met mine. It felt wonderful, like before, but different. We leaned back, our arms wrapped around each other. I kissed her for what seemed an eternity, never wanting to let her go.

Just as I threw the clothes in the hamper, I heard the door open. I met her in the hallway, and she was carrying a small bag over her shoulder. She leaned up and kissed me again.

She stepped into the master bath, closed the door, and I heard the water start running. I went downstairs and pulled a bottle of Merlot from the rack, opened it, and grabbed two glasses. I headed back to the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.

When I stepped into the bedroom, I heard the hum of the jets in the tub. I turned off the light and turned on a small lamp next to the bed. I pulled back the linen and slid into the sheets, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Maybe five minutes passed, and I heard the motors on the tub turn off. I poured two glasses of wine and placed them on the nightstand. Soon I heard her hand on the door handle, and I held my breath, silently anticipating.

Beth came out into the dimly lit room, wearing a floor-length burgundy gown. It was lace from head to toe, and she looked magnificent. She walked slowly over to my side of the bed.

Instantly, my cock began to harden, pressing against her soft, firm body. My hand moved down to her back, and I cupped her ass. She began to move her hips and press her pussy into me. I rolled over to the left and lowered her on her side. I looked deep into her eyes, feeling her warm breath on my face.

My hand slid down her thigh, and I slowly slid her gown up her leg. My hand reached between her warm, smooth thighs, and I found her pussy. She was absolutely drenched in fluids. I pushed one finger deep inside her, then back out again. Looking into her soft eyes, I withdrew the finger, placed it between my lips, and sucked on it.

I could see a sparkle glimmer in her eye. I rolled over to the side, and we began to kiss again, our bodies entwined in a passionate, loving dance.

As we kissed, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, one filled with love, passion, and happiness.

Lowering myself down her body, I found myself between her thighs, my face inches from her pussy. I extended my tongue, softly licking her from bottom to top, feeling the gentle tremble of her body as she arched her back. Her hand caressed the back of my head, softly stroking my neck, as she encouraged me to continue.

I reached up, my fingers parting her lips to expose her clit. Pressing my lips to hers, I gently began to suck, feeling the juices flow from her pussy. My tongue swirled around her clit, her breathing growing shallow and urgent. As I circled her clit, I pressed one finger inside her, just past her opening. Her body shivered, her hips rising from the bed as she pressed into my face.

“Jeff, now, now, I’m cummingggggg,” she whispered.

I pulled my finger from inside her, replacing it with my tongue, my hands grasping her ass, pressing her firmly into my mouth. I felt her juices flow over my tongue and lips, her body bucking wildly against my mouth.

“God Damn, that’s so fucking good,” she screamed.

For close to thirty seconds, I kept my tongue deep inside her, feeling her orgasm subside. Her breathing returned to normal, and I rose above her, my body covering hers. I leaned down, kissing her lips, her tongue moving into my mouth, tasting her first orgasm.

Hers was a gentle caress, pushing my shorts off with one motion. Her hand wrapped around my cock, guiding me to her pussy. As she looked into my eyes, I felt a deep connection, a sense of rightness, as if this was where I was meant to be.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as I hesitated, sanity returning.

“Cum inside me, Jeff,” she repeated, her eyes locked on mine, pleading for me to let go.

With a surge of passion, I pushed deep inside her, feeling the first jet of cum explode against the walls of her pussy. Over and over, I felt streams of hot cum wash her insides, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Her hands pushed me off to the right, I rolled over and out of her. Without hesitation, she moved down my body, taking my softening cock into her mouth. Her gentle suction was a balm to my soul, as she caressed my cock, her hand stroking my thighs.

I reached over, my fingers tracing the contours of her body, as I hesitated, unsure of what to do next. But something inside me urged me on, to take a chance, to see where this journey would lead.

I extended my tongue, touching her pussy, her body jolting in reaction. I licked between her lips, feeling a sense of trepidation, unsure of how she would respond.

“Oh my God Jeff,” she whispered, “Are you sure?”

“Mmmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm,” I replied, my mouth still on her pussy, my heart pounding in my chest.

I pushed my tongue inside her, tasting her sweetness, feeling a sense of wonder, as I realized I was experiencing something new, something raw, something real.

Her body tensed, her grip on my head firm, as she pressed my face into her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Oh My God, I’m cumming,” she wailed, her voice echoing through the room.

I felt a huge splash of liquid hit my face, soaking me, her legs, the bed. Her orgasm went on and on, probably longer than the first. Slowly her grip on my head relaxed, and I eased the pressure of my mouth on her, licking along her lips, stopping every once in a while to lick her still rock-hard clit.

“Oh my god, I have never cum like that before,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I moved back up the bed, lying next to her, her hand caressing my cheek lovingly. I pulled her close to me, kissing her again, her hand moving down my body, wrapping around my cock.

Slowly stroking my cock up and down, she kissed me, her lips soft and gentle. She broke our kiss, moving down my body, wrapping her lips around my cock, starting to use suction on me.

“Cum in my mouth baby,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.

Her stroking became quicker, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds. “Beth, I’m gonna cum baby,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She moved her mouth off of me, frantically jerking me off, the first rope of cum hitting my chest. Thick streams of cum erupted from my cock, and she continued her relentless hand movements, milking me for all she was worth.

She leaned over, taking my cum-covered cock deep into her mouth, cleaning me off with her tongue. Her hand, covered in cum, stroked my chest, and she looked up at me, smiling.

“I think I may need a shower,” she said, her voice teasing, as she asked, “You wanna join me?”