The Red Chair ~ A Cuckold’s Story – Part 2

On the way to the club, Alexa’s mind wandered to the image of Ron waiting for her later in the red chair.  Her heart filled with mischief thinking of the gift she left for him that would seal and commence the reality of promises that up to now had only been to him fantasies.  She smiled and felt the rush and heat of lust run through her core as she thought of the perfect man she had met to bring those fantasies into reality. Tyler.

Alexa arrived at the club and was quickly greeted by her friends Chloe and Olivia.  Chloe, 59, the statuesque blonde and Olivia, 50, the petite brunette and physical ‘twin’ of Alexa. Two longtime friends from their modeling days that always accompanied Alexa on evenings of deviance and shared similar taste in men.  All three women drew men to their side of all ages. They shared a joy of living, a lust for life and as predators; a confidence to enter the dens of their choice.

The club was packed and no seats available at the bar but Olivia had gotten there early enough to snare a corner booth at the back of the lounge, nearest to the men’s room. It was her favorite spot, for all night long the parade of men, young and old would pass by and gaze adoringly at the three lovely ladies. The average age of men in the club was mid 20’s to mid 40’s, with a sprinkling of men in their 50’s, which was why the three girls loved it so much. Soon they were drinking, dancing and well on their way to a night of delights and possibilities.

At a little past 10:30, the girls were dancing, and enjoying the parade of beautiful men who had already passed by their table when Alexa noticed Tyler sitting at the bar watching them. Tyler; tall, dark-skinned, perhaps with a mixture of African-American and Persian, (she never bothered to ask) with beautiful light brown eyes and an essence dripping with confidence that filled the room with his provocative presence. His stylish jeans fit tightly along his firm legs and as he turned to pick up his drink she could see the curve of his perfect ass.  He wore a beautiful longsleeved white silk dress shirt, open-collared that draped perfectly along his athletic frame. Alexa had met Tyler at one of the many health food bars she often visited after a workout at her gym. He was in line when they struck up a conversation over smoothies and protein that turn to the many reasons ‘protein’ was important for the body…’daily’…best served fresh and warm.  The conversation lasted late into the afternoon and the date for Friday night was made.

Alexa finished her dance, went to the booth and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She knew about now Ron would be panicked and have the overwhelming feeling of being alone and abandoned. As strong as he came across to those who knew him in the world as a powerful and highly successful businessman that filled any room with his 6′ 2″ and 200 lb frame, she knew the crack in his armor. Even though the thought of the possibility that she might bring a man home was thrilling for him…not knowing the details of the evening as it progressed would fill him eventually with torment and insecurity. She smiled to herself at the power she had over him, which included the power to make him instantly hard by thinking of her wild need for crazed passion and encounters with men half her age.  She looked down and saw the pleading text he had left 30 minutes prior,  “Are you there? Alexa? I need you.”  She could feel the strength of his panic emitting from her phone.

She texted back “Just dancing, love and having a good time. Will be home soon. You be a good boy and maybe you’ll get a surprise. Just open the present I left for you on the bedroom Armoire.”

Ron quickly found the small bag in the bedroom.  It was adorned with a red bow and small tag that simply read, “For your use in the Red Chair”.  Although he was not sure that Alexa would go through with anything tonight, he was emotionally torn and excited at the prospect of sitting in the chair and masturbating while watching, if she did indeed dare to bring a man home. He opened the box. There was a pair of leather bondage cuffs and a note.

“Ron, if you want to see me at all tonight you will do exactly as I say. At Midnight, you will sit down, completely naked, in the Red Chair. You will take your left hand and clasp one handcuff over your wrist and lock it, then you will lock the other cuff to the arm of the chair. And then…wait. Note that having even your one hand, cuffed will cause a bit of discomfort. Just wiggle that sweet ass of yours from side to side and all should be well.”

“And then…wait.”  Was this all for play, all for the tease, all for fun? Ron thought. Even with her building blatant behavior during the week, and hearing her tell of her tales, it would not be the same as being there.  Was he really ready to see her with another man? 

Back at the club the three women were seated and laughing when suddenly the cocktail waitress arrived with a bucket of ice and a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. “Do you realize what this costs these days?” remarked Chloe. The three girls were used to having men buy their drinks, but sending a bottle of Dom Perignon was unique. Just then Tyler walked their way.  Alexa cleared her throat knowing the time had come to reveal her newest prey to her friends.

He walked straight toward them, his eyes beautiful and smoldering directly into Alexa’s. She felt her naked thighs press against her bare pussy, underneath the black cocktail dress. As he reached the table she opened her mouth to say “hello” but he smiled, turned and passed by on his way to the men’s room. It perplexed Alexa and left her off-balance. WTF…was her first thought. Chloe and Olivia stared at her puzzled. Alexa simply shrugged her shoulders wondering what game he was up to.

A few minutes later the cocktail waitress brought a fourth glass to the table. “Who is this glass for?” asked Olivia.

“Why it’s for the young man who just passed by your booth. He bought the champagne and said he knew you and was coming back to drink it with you!” She answered surprised they didn’t know.

She walked away as Tyler returned, smiled at all three and stood next to Alexa’s side of the booth. “Ladies. I’d love to join you if you don’t mind.” Hearing his smooth baritone voice brought back the feeling that grabbed her attention back when they first met. The sense of floating in a smooth hypnotic sea of bliss.

Alexa scooted over to give room for Tyler to sit. “Tyler this is Chloe and Olivia my two closest friends. Girls…” She turned to look at him, “This is Tyler.”

He poured himself some champagne and raised his glass, “What shall we drink to”?

Alexa answered, “I always drink to Faster Horses, Younger Men, Older Whiskey and More Money”.  She winked the ‘old tried and true’ toast to her friends.

Alexa shared with her friends how she met Tyler; dropped hints of their conversation that lasted into the afternoon and that she had told him where they’d be that night.  Also her invitation that if he had nothing else planned and wanted to stop by to say hello, please do. Knowing Alexa well, Chloe and Olivia made some polite small talk and then gladly accepted dance invitations to leave Alexa with her new boy.

Once alone, Tyler leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you and more so since watching you from the bar.”

His warm lips were full and smooth. They seemed to fold into her own and know instinctively how to kiss them. Her mind momentarily flashed on Ron waiting at home as her body was saying ‘fuck it’ and fell deep into his arms that were pulling her tighter into him.  Her body was taking over in an almost ‘homecoming fashion’ in its desire to unite with him. In the same movement, she felt his fingers find the hem of her skirt, just above the knees, and he slid his fingers to just an inch of her simmering pussy. Alexa grabbed his hand to stop it moving any further. Her head in an almost entrancing state.

“Whoa…” she paused to get her head clear. “That’s enough for now.” She instructed, looking him straight in his eyes. It had been a long time since she felt this kind of pull toward a man. The kind that her body was saying, I know him and want him again. There was a natural feel with him. She felt it from their first meeting and now it was even stronger. Maybe it’s the alcohol. She told herself wanting to be in denial.

After a few dances, Chloe and Olivia were back and Alexa checked her phone for the time…11:30.

“Girls I need to leave. I promised Ron I would be home at midnight.” She looked at Tyler, her body wanting to drag him with her, her mind confused about the pull she felt towards him. My gawd, but he’s beautiful, she thought. Could she, will she bring him home to the studio?

Alexa rose and headed for the exit, Tyler followed close behind. When she reached her car she felt his breathing right behind her neck, just before he kissed her there. She stood still arguing with herself about what to do? She didn’t want to leave Ron waiting or disappoint him. Suddenly Tyler had his arms around her from behind. Her back was still to him and he was pressed close against her, almost bending her forward so that she felt a large long thick protrusion against her ass. I knew he’d be hung, she thought and sighed with excitement and part dread. This is not getting any easier… 

Alexa turned to say “no”, but when he kissed her she melted back into his arms. His hand was on her ass and his other slipped his palm upon her exposed breast through the opening in her dress squeezing its fullness. Then he gently pulled down the top of her dress and dropped to suckle her aching nipple. He rose again; his hard throbbing cock against her belly.

“Stop, stop, stop”, she pleaded and to her surprise, he did.

“Listen,” she said, “I am living with a man I love and he’s at home, waiting for me, some distance from here. I must leave. However… we have recently built an adjacent studio, and if you would like to follow me, I would be willing to arrange for you a comfy bed just for tonight.” At least this buys me some time to think. Alexa reasoned.

He brought his mouth to her ear, “Will you be in that bed?”

Tyler smiled at the idea. She was inviting him to her home, to her “guest house” to her studio….in order to sneak away and experience him even though her husband or boyfriend or whatever was right there in the main house, just steps away. I’m game…and intrigued. He thought.

“Yes, let’s go,” he eagerly replied.

He jumped into his late model BMW and followed her to Banderette road, the old Mason farm property with the 5 acre lots and a ranch house with an adjacent studio where Ron now sat naked, waiting, trembling and handcuffed to the Red Chair.


VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.

Writing about strong and confident men willingly becoming vulnerable to desires is woven into the fabric of her writings and fantasies. Warriors in spirit, gladiators unafraid of battles and struggles yet willing to lay it all down at the feet of a woman who will bring him release, rest and comfort. Vista can be found at FetLife under the profile VicVista

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