Chapter 1

Another Saturday night at the Cougar’s Den Club and the cougars were out in force. I sat at my private table, keeping my eye on things ready to intervene if there was a ruckus. The barmaid brought me a single malt scotch and gave me a bright smile. I was aware that she had a crush on me, however despite her perfect figure, gorgeous smile, and magnificent tits. I shooed her away.

As she turned to go, she stopped and turned back to me. “Why do they do it?” she asked, nodding her head towards the dance floor and the couples groping each other.

“The cougars or the pups?” I asked.

“Well, both.”

“The cougars and the pups are both horny. The pups are too scared to forage in the jungle. So they both come here to get laid without a fuss. Plus for the pups, it’s cheaper than going out on a date as the cougars cover all the costs.”

“Sad,” she said as she returned to the bar.

I sat back watching the Saturday night crowd gyrating on the dance floor as the beat of the music pounded around them. My eyes fell on an absolutely stunning blonde woman wearing a black mini dress that barely covered her ass and black silk thigh highs that encased a stunning pair of legs. The pup with her was a good dancer. His rugged good looks were obviously appealing to her, as vouched by the smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes.

As the evening was winding down, the DJ changed the beat to something slower. The couples came together and entered the last part of the mating ritual. I saw my blond clasped in the arms of her pup. He had his hand cupping her ass and was mauling those delightful cheeks, while she was groping his bulge with a look of absolute delight on her face.

The music ended, and they returned to their table. They ordered a drink and while waiting to be served a young woman in her twenties entered the club. She made a beeline for their location. The pup stood up, kissed the girl, and after a few words, they walked out together, leaving the cougar sitting by herself.

She put on a brave smile as they walked out arm in arm. But as soon as they were out the door, she ordered a double scotch. The smile was gone, and I could see tears as she sat alone at her table.

I had made a practice of never interacting with my clients; however, something compelled me to go to her. She looked up at me as I approached and wiped the tears from her eyes with a napkin.

“Do you think the solution is at the bottom of that glass?” I asked.

“Maybe. If not the next one or the one after that.”

“May I take a seat?”

“Why not. It seems as I am now alone. Aren’t you too old to be hanging around the ‘Cougars Lair’? She said while eying me from head to foot.

“I don’t see why not. I own this establishment.”

“Oh!”

“Why are you surprised? Someone has to own it, and it certainly would not be one of the pups.”

“What can I do for you?” she asked.

“Well, you looked miserable sitting here alone, and I felt bad for you. May I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

“What? Chase after the pups? Before I tell you that may I ask your name? I’m Pamela ... Pamela Miller.”

“Glad to meet you, Pamela Miller, I am Christopher Jones. Please call me Chris.”

I reached across the table and took her hand and bestowed a light kiss on it. Her ring finger was adorned with both a wedding ring and another ring which must have cost a fortune — a sapphire of at least five carats surrounded by a galaxy of diamonds.

“What gallantry, Chris, I don’t think anyone has kissed my hand in ages. But, back to your question ... Do you want the simple answer or some made for the moment excuse?”

“Whichever you are comfortable with,” I said, looking into her eyes, which matched the colour of the sapphire, and twinkled as she smiled at me.

“The simplest answer to that is that I am a horny woman. I enjoy the vigor and endurance of the young men who haunt your establishment. I don’t know if they have to pass an entrance exam to come here, but they always have cocks that are more than satisfactory to an old woman like me.”

I looked at her in astonishment. My eyes examined her from the crown of blond hair down to the elegant legs and feet encased in a gorgeous pair of Louboutin high heeled sandals. I noticed a gold hot wife ankle bracelet on her ankle. This woman was drop-dead gorgeous, and I could feel myself getting aroused by her. “Old? You are not old, why do you say that?”

“Well, that leads us to the more complex answer. Are you interested?”

“Absolutely. Let me get you another drink first. That’s Scotch you’re drinking?”

“Yes. The only problem is that Scotch only increases my horniness, but what the hell if I am going to open my soul to you, I might as well be both horny and drunk.”

I called the waitress over and asked her to bring us two Scotches from my private stock. When the drinks arrived, she took a small sip, and her face broke into a smile. “Ah, a man of taste. If I am not mistaken Macallan single malt and at least 25 years old.”

I yearned to lean across and kiss those succulent lips; I found myself really stirred by this woman.

“Okay now for the long and sordid tale of Pam the Slut. As you might have surmised, I am married. Married to a man who has no interest in me, and much to my regret I have no longer any interest in him. He married me for my status and not for my money as he is as wealthy as I am. He’s addicted to porn and loves to masturbate more than to make love to me. If we divorced, we would both be losers, and so he will not do that, while I, to date, have never found an age-appropriate man who interested me or who could meet my sexual expectations. Thus the pups.”

“Does he know about what you do when you go out?”

“Not only does he know, but he insists I give him a blow by blow, no pun intended, description of my exploits.”

“So he’s a cuckold.”

“Yes, he has never wanted to participate or be involved. He brought me this hot wife anklet last month,” Pam said, stretching out her long leg on the adjacent chair so I could see it. “He told me it was his official seal of approval of my status and his permission to keep up with this lifestyle.”

I ran my eyes on that leg that looked as if it would never end and the soft tempting flesh that showed above her black silk thigh highs and was not able to help myself I just had to run my hand up her leg. I watched as a tremor ran through her body, and her eyes became an even more vibrant shade of sapphire.

The anklet was lovely and obviously not an item bought from a sex shop. It was gold and looked as if it was a custom design. It was rose gold and incorporated sapphires, which again matched the colour of her eyes.

“Chris, if you keep doing that, I might just climb over this table and ravish you.”

“Oh, please do,” I chuckled. “It would be a first for me in this club.”

“What! You never took advantage of the opportunities you have here?”

“Not once! I just don’t want to compete with the pups. They are younger and much more attractive to you ladies than I am. Why risk refusal for me and disappointment for my clients?”

“You don’t want to compete?”

“I only compete on a level playing field. I certainly have more skill than they do; however, I think my clients are not looking for skill. They are looking for length and girth and stamina.”

“Well that caress on my leg is certainly skillful, and you are making my pussy drip with desire.”

“How did you get here tonight, Pam?”

“Well, there’s a non sequitur to this conversation. I drove.”

“We are about to close. I can’t let you drive with the amount of liquor you drank. Where do you live?”

“Beacon Hill. Why?”

“I am going to drive you home. I will get your car driven to your home in the morning.”

The parking lot contained only two cars. I presumed the Audi A5 Cabriolet was hers and mine was the BMW M850i. I asked her for her keys, verified that the Audi was locked, and walked her over to the passenger side of my BMW.

As I opened the door for her, she suddenly turned and faced me. Her arms wrapped around me as she clung to me. She lifted her face, and her lips reached for mine. The unexpected passion she put into that kiss and the need I felt in her made my knees weak. Her lips parted, and her tongue probed my mouth. I felt myself get hard, and my erection pressed into her as we exchanged saliva.

Breathless, we parted, and she sat down. I got into the driver’s seat while she looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes. “Chris, as an expert on men and their instruments, I can tell you that you have nothing to envy in younger men. Your kissing technique made my toes curl. How come you aren’t married?”

“Long version or short version?”

“Whichever.”

“Coming out of university, I was engaged to this young woman. A month before our wedding, my father passed away and left me a barroom. I decided I wanted to make it into a business. When I told her she became interested in a classmate who is now a lawyer. She decided that her status was more important than a relationship with a bar owner and jilted me.”

“How sad!”

“The irony is that after transforming the bar into a night club, I easily make twice what her husband does. I see her on occasion when she comes to the club to hunt for a pup.”

“I guess you don’t think much of me, then?”

“Pam, who am I to judge. I am no paragon of virtue. I think you have been handed a shitty stick. You do what you need to do, and if that makes you happy, that’s fine.”

“But it does not make me happy!” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. I feel dirty and debased going out with those as you call them pups who are almost young enough to be my sons.”

“Well, change that! Start looking for someone who makes you feel good.”

“Someone like you?” she said with a wry smile.

“Well maybe someone who you would be proud to be with.”

“Enough talk,” she said, taking my hand and placing it on her crotch. She was not wearing any panties. My hand landed on a warm and dripping wet pussy. I curved my hand and rubbed her slit till she took my fingers and inserted two them into her steamy damp warmth.

“Oh! That feels so good. Please, Chris, get me off. I desperately need this.”

I stopped the car on a dark side street and rearranged her body so that one of her legs stretched over my lap and the other over the steering wheel. Once she was fully open to me, I fingered her hungry clasping pussy while my thumb played a symphony on her clit. Her moans and whimpers filled the air.

Her hips bucked at me as she drove my fingers deeper into her depths. With a final shriek, she came and convulsed next to me in an orgasm such as I had never had the opportunity of seeing before. I slowly withdrew my fingers and brought them to my mouth to taste her. It was intoxicating; she tasted so sweet and clean.

She straightened out and leaned towards me for another bout of passionate kissing. “Thank you,” she said, “that was just what I needed. I thought you did not fool around with your clients.”

“I also did not tell you that I ascribe to the philosophy of a great Greek philosopher who said ‘If a woman sleeps alone it puts a shame on all men. God has a huge heart, but there is one sin He will not forgive, if a woman calls a man to her bed and he will not go’.”

“Plato?”

“No! Zorba the Greek.”

She burst out laughing. “That I did not expect. So, Chris, if I call you to my bed, you will come running.”

“Wild horses couldn’t hold me back.”

“Take me home. You are going to have to prove your belief in that philosophy.”

“But your husband?”

“Leave him to me.”

Pam directed me to drive up Beacon Street and told me to park in front of an elegant three-story building. Before leaving the car, she again kissed me and told me to follow her lead as she would interact with her husband initially. We got out of the vehicle and entered the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor.

“Are you ready for me you old dog?” she said while running her hand over my tumescent cock once the elevator doors closed.

“Old dog?”

“You certainly are not one of the young pups,” she smiled at me. “Tonight you might have convinced me to switch to old dogs, however, the proof is in the pudding as they say.”

Getting out of the elevator, I watched her ass sway as she confidently walked to the door of the apartment. It was the only door on the floor, which led me to believe that the whole story was her residence. She unlocked the door and entered into a sumptuously furnished lobby while calling out, “Chet, where are you?”

A disembodied voice replied, “In the den.”

“Come join us in the living room; we have a guest.”

She ushered me into the living room and indicated that I was to sit on a plush white leather sofa.

I was extremely nervous, wondering what I had let myself in for. I almost felt like making my excuses and bolting for the door. However, that Greek philosophers words niggled at the back of my mind.

“Chris, would you like a drink?” Pam asked.

“Yes. Do you have sparkling water?”

“Will Perrier do?”

“That would hit the spot.”

A tall and quite handsome older gentleman walked in with a big smile on his face.

“Chet, meet Chris, he is the proprietor of the club I go to on my nights out.”

He advanced towards me with his hand stretched out to shake mine. I stood, and we shook hands, and as we did something clicked in my mind. ‘God, this guy is gay!’

“Glad to meet you, Chris. This is the first time Pam brings home a guest.”

“Well...”

Pam piped up, “I had a few too many, and Chris thought it would be safer to drive me here as it was on his way. Why don’t you two chat while I get us something to drink? Chris is having Perrier, shall I get you your usual? She asked him.

He sat in an armchair facing the sofa and after an awkward silence said, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a club owner. Is it a profitable business?”

I did not like the dismissiveness in his voice, and it raised the hackles on my back. “It’s a living I answered.”

“How much does it make you a year? Excuse my question, but I am a banker and things like that fascinate me.”

‘You miserable SOB’, I thought. ‘You’re checking me out. Shall I send you my Dun & Bradstreet report?’ For Pam’s sake, I decided to keep it civil, but knock him from his high horse.

“I average about $10,000 a night and weekends about $35,000 net. Of course, that does not include the hotel and restaurant revenue.”

“The hotel?”

“Yes, the hotel. I own the hotel that houses the club.”

“But ... I know that building. It must be worth over $20 mil.”

“Well that’s a bit low, but who’s counting.”

During the whole conversation, I felt his eyes on me as If he was evaluating a piece of meat. The entire scene was making me very uncomfortable. I needed to get out of this place before I really lost it. Pam had been away some time, and I figured she might have fallen asleep or something considering how much alcohol she had consumed.

He broke the awkward silence that had settled on us by yelling, “Pam, where’s my drink?”

She called back, “Coming.”

When she entered the room carrying a tray with the drinks, my jaw dropped. She wore a filmy negligée that left absolutely none of her charms to the imagination. She handed Chet his drink while he sat there with a stunned look on his face and came to sit next to me on the sofa.

She smiled at me and ran her hand possessively along my thigh then turned her attention back to her husband.

“Chet, we have come to decision time. I need to make my position crystal clear to you. I’m done with the fiction we have constructed that we are a happily married couple.”

“But ... darling,” he blurted out.

“Just keep quiet and sit there till I finish. You and I have ritual sex once or twice a year. I know you have urges as I can hear you masturbate from time to time. I do not wish to divorce you as we would both end up losers if this went into a litigious and messy situation. You would lose prestige in the eyes of your board of director members, and I, for sure, am never going to agree to pay you any alimony or settlement.”

“That said, I need a man in my life. I am tired of this sneaking around and humiliating myself by picking up men who are young enough to be my sons. I am revolted by coming back and recounting my exploits to let you have masturbatory fantasies. I need real men such as Chris here,” she said while running her hand over my crotch and grabbing my cock through my pants.

His eyes popped out while she handled my manhood, and he stared at the bulge that had formed in my pants. It was as if he was ready to leap across the room and join her in fondling me. She took my hand and brought it between her legs and placed it on her moist pussy.

She kept on, “Chet, you are free to do as you wish and I will not stand in your way, but from now on I will be doing my extramarital fucking in our bedroom. I want your things out of it first thing in the morning. From now on use the second bedroom.”