Bold (The Dark Billionaire, #8) (2 page)

The atmosphere and the energy were unbelievable. People were sweating, panting, grunting around them, as if nobody was watching. They didn’t care about their surroundings. People were watching them but they didn’t pay attention. They were completely in the moment and immersed in total lust.

Jennifer’s crotch was now soaking wet and her channel was burning. She had never seen other people having sex and for a first time, it was quite an experience.

Marc started to caress Jeanne’s thighs. She smiled and sent a wink to Jennifer, before kissing her boyfriend passionately. Things got serious very quickly and within a few minutes, Marc’s cock was deep inside Jeanne’s throat.

Bruce and Jennifer were breathless. Jeanne was sucking Marc like a goddess, and Jennifer resisted the urge to suck Bruce as well. However, she felt very self-conscious and concerned about people around. She wasn’t ready to let go.

Jeanne stood up and undressed. She was moving slowly and languorously, like a cat. She was definitely sexy and sensual. She was in control of herself and the situation. She turned around and faced Bruce and Jennifer. Then, she licked her fingers, rubbed her pussy and sat down on Marc’s throbbing dick.

Wow...

Jeanne and Marc were fucking. They were there, just in front of Jennifer. It was amazing. It was absolutely gorgeous.

Out of nowhere, another man approached their table. He was naked and fully erected. Jeanne reached for his hard cock and swallowed him balls deep; just like that.

Jennifer was in shock and incredibly horny as well. Marc didn’t seem to bother. He was caressing her and asking her if she liked it. He was sweet and very thoughtful, which seemed totally inappropriate for the situation.

Bruce took Jennifer in his arms. She looked at him and he seemed hypnotized as well. They cuddled and watched these two French men pleasing the same woman. Jennifer couldn’t help but think how lucky she was.

Yes, deep inside, Jennifer was envious. She wanted to be treated the same way. She wanted to try and at that moment, she made a decision: she had to talk to Bruce...

T
he next morning, Jennifer woke up in a huge, magnificent suite. There were mirrors everywhere, mahogany panels and furniture, marble and a large window just in front of the bed.

When she looked outside, she saw the infiniteness of the sea and thanked God to live such a beautiful life with the man she loved.

She and Bruce had come back to the yacht early in the morning, at around 5:30 a.m. They had stayed most of the night at the sex club and had watched a dozen couples swapping partners. Jennifer had spent the whole night thinking about taking action as well, but had been too shy to go ahead and have sex with Bruce in front of all these people.

She couldn’t explain her feelings about this new experience. She was extremely confused and concerned about her moral principles. What disturbed her the most was the fact that she had been immediately and completely attracted to the swingers lifestyle. She hadn’t rejected it right from the start. Now, she was wondering whether she was normal and healthy, or if she was a pervert, or even worse - a slut.

She knew that she had quite an appetite for sexual situations but this... this thing was completely different. What she had seen the previous night didn’t seem like something humans would do. It looked more like what animals would do. It had been a total unadulterated orgy, an explosive cocktail of sweat, testosterone, sperm, saliva, vagina juices and even tears of joy.

She looked at Bruce. He was still sleeping next to her. They hadn’t talked much about it yet. Jennifer knew that Bruce had enjoyed it as well but maybe, for different reasons. She wondered if Bruce would be willing to let another man touch her. He was an alpha and she couldn’t imagine Bruce even considering sharing his wife with another male.

However, he was a man and he probably wouldn’t mind having sex with another woman. For Jennifer, it was out of question too. She could already feel the negative effects of jealousy in her body; she could feel the anger and the feeling of inadequacy she had always felt when she was jealous. Jennifer’s biggest fear regarding her love life was to be abandoned and left behind by the man she loved. The idea of Bruce with someone else had always triggered that deep fear within her. It was her worst nightmare.

The problem with her new interest in the swingers’ lifestyle was that it didn’t fit her values. At least, it seemed that way on the surface. How could she be so attracted and even eager to try, while at the same time feel so insecure and needy?

She thought about Jeanne and how confident she was. She seemed so strong and had total confidence in her couple. She and Marc were very open and they obviously trusted each other in a way that Jennifer couldn’t understand. There was no jealousy between them. They were absolutely comfortable with their own physical needs and respected their need to explore new pleasures with new partners.

Jennifer felt that she had a lot to learn from these people, because in a way, their definition of love was much more tolerant than the mainstream one. Jeanne could never be with Marc if they didn’t deeply love and respect one another. They had been doing it for eight years and without a doubt, they were still having fun.

Somehow, it was exactly what Jennifer wanted for her couple. She didn’t want Bruce to get bored of her. She was afraid that time would erode their passion and slowly kill their attraction for each other. However, she wasn’t sure she was ready to embrace this new and radical lifestyle. It was quite brutal and a big change. She wanted to try but she needed time.

She got out of bed and went to the upper deck. The view was breathtaking. She could see the infinite horizon of the sea on one side and the coast of France on another. The sun was already high in the sky and she decided to swim. She went back to the suite and put on a pink bikini. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled. It was one of the bikinis she had planned to bring to Thailand before she and Bruce started to date. Now, she was in a completely different location, married, on a yacht and reflecting on the wildness of her sexual life. It could definitely be worse, she realized.

Then, she thought about her business. Shit. Yes, it could actually be worse, she thought. There was still a lot of work to do to launch her cooking school and unfortunately, nothing was ready. She decided to forget about it for now. It wasn’t the time to worry about it, but she made a mental note to check with the recruitment agency to get an update.

She swam near the yacht for twenty minutes when she heard someone.

“Jen!”

It was Bruce. He was on the upper deck and waving at her.

“Hi, honey! Did you sleep well?”

“I can’t hear you. Hold on, I’m going to swim with you.”

Jennifer nodded but said nothing - Bruce wouldn’t hear her anyway. She waited for him and he arrived within five minutes with a towel around his waist. When he tossed it on the floor, Jennifer almost had a heart attack; Bruce was totally naked, his cock dangling between his legs.

“My God, Bruce! What are you doing? People will see you,” she said.

“The staff? Naw... they know we want our privacy.”

He jumped in the water. After a couple of strokes, he was right in front of Jennifer. He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her. She could taste the salty water on his lips and his wet tongue inside her mouth.

“Mmm...” She moaned.

He pressed her against his body and they kissed even more. Under the water, she felt his erection; his cock was getting harder and bigger. Jennifer immediately felt her pussy getting warm and her juices flooding her channel. Even in the water, she could tell that she was soaking wet.

She reached for his cock and stroked him, while he was trying to stay afloat.

“It’s getting difficult,” he said.

“You want to get back on the lower deck?”

“If you don’t mind...”

“Not yet. I want to stay like this a bit more.”

“Okay.”

She spread her legs under the water and looked for his dick. It wasn’t easy and quite acrobatic, but she managed to locate his swollen head and felt his hard pole sliding inside her vagina.

“Ohhhh,” she said.

Bruce moaned loudly as well. “Mmmm, Jen... This is delicious.”

Bruce kept moving his arms and his legs but he was struggling to keep his head out of the water. Jennifer decided that they needed something to hold. She wanted to make love in the water but didn’t want Bruce to drown, obviously.

“Let’s get closer to the yacht,” she suggested.

Bruce nodded and removed his cock from her pussy. They both swam toward the huge luxury boat and held on to it. Bruce grabbed a long metallic pole to stay above water and Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck. Then, her legs wrapped his waist and she found his cock again.

“Oohh,” she moaned again. She had been excited and horny for the entire night, watching other people in the craziest situations possible. She had spent the whole night wishing she could be one of these women, engulfing and sucking multiple cocks at the same time. And now, it was time to release the pressure.

She ground her crotch and her ass, moved her hips forward, backward, and from side to side. She could feel every inch of his dick inside her vagina, rubbing her walls with a delicious wet and warm friction.

It didn’t last very long. Jennifer had accumulated too much sexual tension and couldn’t hold it anymore. Within a couple of minutes, she climaxed. She held Bruce tight and bit his shoulder, carried away by her orgasmic energy.

Bruce’s dick throbbed inside of her and he cummed a few seconds after her. She felt his thick sperm filling her walls and slowly getting mixed with salty water.

“Oh my God,” he said, still panting. “After that incredible night, I really needed to cum.”

“Me too...”

Then, Jennifer paused and thought for a second. It was the right time to share their opinions about what they had witnessed in the sex club. Jennifer wanted to know how Bruce felt about it.

“Can I ask you something?” She said.

“Sure. You want to know if I liked what I saw last night, right?”

She smiled and blushed.

“Yeah... I saw that you couldn’t stop watching. Were you excited or simply too shocked to stop?”

“Both,” he said, chuckling. “I was in shock at first but then, it was... kind of fascinating to see them so inhibited. They didn’t care about the rest of the world. They were into it and completely focused in the moment. I think it was beautiful...”

“But what do you think about their lifestyle? Do you approve or do you think they’re weird?”

Bruce looked at her from the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“I just want to know...”

“You want to try?”

Jennifer suddenly felt ashamed and speechless, like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Bruce already knew what she was thinking and it was useless to pretend she hadn’t thought about it.

“Do you?” She said, trying to avoid answering before she knew what he thought.

“Maybe...”

What? Jennifer couldn’t believe it. She froze and stared at him like a statue. Bruce had actually thought about it too! He was considering trying. Was it really possible?

Jennifer immediately felt horny. The possibilities were unlimited and a whole new world of sexual experimentation was opening before her - thanks to the approval of her husband.

“Are you serious?” She said, still skeptical. Bruce was tricky sometimes and it could simply be a test.

“Yeah... Maybe, I said. I’m still in shock to be honest. I liked it and it was scary at the same time.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. I’m scared but I can’t convince myself that it’s bad or evil. I just feel pulled to it, almost against my will.”

“So, I understand that you’d like to try?”

“Well, it depends on you, Bruce. I don’t want you to feel bad. We have to decide together and be sure we can handle it.”

“There’s no way we’ll know for sure unless we actually try...”

“I know, but there’s a minimum of mental and emotional preparation. We must be clear and know what we want out of it.”

“What do you want out of it?”

Jesus. Could she really tell him? He was her husband and in her opinion, they were supposed to share this kind of intimate thoughts; they had to be strong enough to accept it. But there was a huge risk. By admitting her wildest fantasies, she could also ruin his confidence and his trust for her.

“I don’t want to say it,” she said, looking away.

“Then, we’re not ready.”

“Bruce, it’s hard. I don’t know if I can tell you everything.”

“I get it but in that case, we’re not ready to do it. We can’t live that lifestyle if we have secrets.”

Jennifer felt her eyes getting wet. Bruce was right; they couldn’t have secrets if they wanted to go any further. The only problem was that Jennifer had a dark secret and it felt like a huge weight on her chest.

She decided to be brave and honest. She had lived with this burden for too long and Bruce deserved to know the truth. He deserved to be treated with respect.

“Bruce, I have something to tell you...”

“Uh oh... I feel like it’s going to be bad...”

She nodded and cried.

“Bruce, I’ve cheated on you...”

F
or the next two days, Bruce completely ignored Jennifer. He had moved to another room and she had been unable to talk to him since her confession.

She was deeply sorry to see him like that. She felt guilty to be the cause of his sorrow and could only imagine how angry he was. It was her fault after all; she had played with fire with Enzo and hadn’t been able to live with it.

She felt both relieved and worried. There was nothing like telling the truth and Jennifer felt finally free from a moral burden that she had carried for way too long. But at the same time, she knew that her relationship with Bruce - their marriage - was in peril. In a way, she had ruined everything but at least there were no secrets anymore between them, and that was exactly what she wanted.