<p>There wasn’t much that Lucas enjoyed about his summer job at the Brookville Country Club. He wasn’t among the few guys good looking enough to get laid. The members were generally terrible tippers. His boss was always an asshole who expected high level work for relatively low level pay. Most days were impossibly humid, ensuring that Lucas sweated through his clothes within a few hours of work starting.</p><p>There was one thing that Lucas truly enjoyed, though: The second wives. Each summer a small handful of the doctors, lawyers, and Wall Street types that made up the bulk of the club’s membership would bring their much younger, much sexier second wives to the club for a summer full of lounging by the pool and day drinking. A few of them would indulge in a game of tennis or try her hand at golf, but most of the time they did their jobs, which was to look good and make all the other rich guys jealous. These women were the embodiment of trophy wives and for a 20 year old fresh off a rather dry year - sexually speaking – at college, Lucas was thrilled to spend his summer enjoying the views provided by the second wives.</p><p>Unsurprisingly, the second wives were uniformly shunned by the first wives. They were a threat to the lifestyles of the women who had worked so hard to land their husbands in the first place. As a result, the second wives often spent their first summer at the club feeling a little bit lonely. Some of the bolder, better looking young men in Lucas’s position took advantage and spent their summers fucking the shameless gold diggers that showed up on the arms of wealthy older men, an arrangement that seemed to work for everyone. It was the dream of every young man at the club to end up in a situation like that, but Lucas had never come close to finding that particular pot of gold. Not until Grace showed up.</p><p>Grace was also known as the new Mrs. Bannister. She’d married a powerful, exceptionally wealthy attorney, a man with a reputation for seeking vengeance upon those who’d wronged him. Mr. Bannister’s reputation was why most of the first wives were kinder to Mrs. Bannister, though they still refused to invite her to spend any time with them. That reputation is also why none of the more amorous of the employees attempted to fuck Mrs. Bannister. They had no desire to end up on the wrong end of a vendetta.</p><p>Lucas had no intention of fucking Mrs. Bannister either. He certainly would have enjoyed it – she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen – but he had no confidence in his ability to seduce any woman, let alone someone so exquisite.</p><p>Mrs. Bannister always seemed happy to flaunt her beauty. She eschewed the more traditional swimsuits – most of the first wives wore elegant one pieces – in favor of skimpy, sexy bikinis that drew attention to her breathtaking body. Her dresses and skirts were always short – though not scandalously so – and she rarely wore anything that wasn’t exceptionally tight. If she wore heels they were at least three inches high and her hair and makeup were always nothing short of flawless. She was clearly putting in the work to make Mr. Bannister happy and to enjoy the life of wealth and privilege he provided in exchange for her beauty.</p><p>Owing to his lack of experience with women and his complete and utter awe at her looks, Lucas was a little nervous the first time he approached Mrs. Bannister to see if he could provide anything that would make her day at the pool more pleasant.</p><p>“Can I get you anything, Mrs. Bannister? Would you like a fresh towel or another drink?” Lucas asked.</p><p>She pulled off her sunglasses and smiled. “What’s your name?”</p><p>“Lucas, ma’am,” he replied.</p><p>“First, please don’t call me ma’am. It makes me feel like one of the bitter, nervous older women that seem so common around here. Call me Grace,” she said.</p><p>Lucas smiled. “Okay, Grace. Can I get you anything?”</p><p>“I’m quite alright,” she said. “I would like you to answer a question for me, though.”</p><p>“Of course,” Lucas said as he lifted a hand to block the sun.</p><p>“How long do these women hold a grudge?” Grace asked as she gestured towards the first wives seated across the pool.</p><p>Lucas hesitated as he considered the wisdom of giving a real answer. He couldn’t see a scenario where being honest but polite ended in disaster, though. “It depends on how close they were to the previous Mrs. Bannister. Her good friends will hold a grudge forever. Those that weren’t as close to her will open up eventually, though it might take a few summers. In general, the first wives don’t tend to be all that welcoming to the second wives, though.”</p><p>“Is that how you think of me?” Grace asked. “As a second wife?”</p><p>“Oh, no, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Bannister. I didn’t mean any offense. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just a shorthand the employees tend to use. That was rude of me. I apologize,” Lucas said.</p><p>Grace laughed. “I’m just kidding, Lucas. I’m not a fool. I know what I am. I know how those women look at me. I know they see me as a threat to their marriages, and they probably should. Some of them haven’t worked as hard as they could to keep their husbands happy and they know there’s a good chance they’ll be replaced. Men can be awful, but they’re not complicated. If a man has worked hard and made a great deal of money he expects to have everything he wants in life, including a beautiful woman to fuck at the end of a long, stressful day.”</p><p>Lucas had never heard a wife – first or second – talk like that at the club. They probably had those conversations privately, but he’d never been privy to one.</p><p>“Do you think less of me for marrying into a life of comfort, Lucas?” Grace asked.</p><p>“No, Grace, I don’t. My parents don’t fight much, but when they do it’s always about money and it can get ugly. In my time at the club I’ve seen that money doesn’t fix all your problems, but it certainly reduces some of life’s most significant stresses and I can see the appeal of marrying into that,” Lucas said.</p><p>Grace offered a surprisingly sweet smile and said, “That’s very nice of you to say, Lucas. I think I believe you, too.”</p><p>Lucas laughed.</p><p>“I do wish my husband was better in bed, though,” she added.</p><p>“Oh,” Lucas offered. He wasn’t sure how to respond to a moment of honesty like that and he wasn’t entirely sure if offering a response of any kind was smart.</p><p>“Is that too much information, Lucas?” Grace asked.</p><p>“No. Of course not. My job description quite literally is to make sure the members are happy, so if you need to talk about anything I’m here to listen,” he said.</p><p>His boss reiterated that point over and over. While his actual job was to tend to the pool area, his true purpose was to do whatever the members wanted. They were the ones that paid enormous fees to join the club and they needed to be catered to.</p><p>“I thought he’d be better,” Grace said. “I thought a man like that would fuck with power and vigor. I thought he’d be the kind of man that would take what he wanted in the bedroom. I thought that he’d fuck me well enough to get past the fact that he’s 25 years older than me and no longer in great shape. Unfortunately, I was wrong.”</p><p>Lucas was quite certain he shouldn’t have that sort of information about Mr. Bannister, but he couldn’t very well walk away. He didn’t know Grace at all. Perhaps she was the sort to carry a grudge like her husband. With one word to his boss she could have him fired. They wouldn’t bother to verify whatever claim she made. They’d just kick him out.</p><p>“He’s small, Lucas. Very small. I think it might be the reason he’s so aggressive at work. I think his whole life might be built around trying to make up for his underwhelming little penis,” Grace said. “He’s so small I can’t even feel him when he fucks me from behind. He barely gets the tip inside me. He cums so quickly, too.”</p><p>“I’m sorry to hear that,” Lucas said. He wasn’t remotely certain if that was the right way to respond, but it seemed like a good approach.</p><p>“Not as sorry as I am, Lucas. I knew it wasn’t likely that my husband would be able to completely satisfy my needs, but I figured the sex would be decent. I figured a strong, powerful man like him would be able to fuck, but he can’t. It turns out that his drive for power is all about making up for how worthless he is in bed,” Grace explained.</p><p>Lucas was at a loss for words. He couldn’t imagine what Grace wanted to hear in that moment. What do you say to a woman who has just exposed her husband’s shortcomings?</p><p>“What about you, Lucas?” Grace asked as she subtly spread her legs. “Are you a disappointment?”</p><p>He quickly glanced at her long, tanned legs before directing his gaze back to her face. “What do you mean?”</p><p>“Do you think you could satisfy a woman like me, Lucas?” she asked.</p><p>“No, I don’t,” Lucas said.</p><p>“You might be underestimating yourself, Lucas,” Grace replied.</p><p>“I appreciate your confidence on my behalf, but I don’t think I am,” he said. “To be honest, I don’t have much experience and I’m not sure I’d be any better than your husband is.”</p><p>“I think you’re right, Lucas,” Grace said as she spread her legs a little wider. “I think you’d probably fail to satisfy me if I asked you to fuck me. There’s more than one way to pleasure a woman, though, and it’s rather easy to educate a man in the many ways he can make me cum without using his cock.”</p><p>Lucas was uncertain as to how to proceed. He knew that sexually servicing Grace fell outside the boundaries of his job. Mr. Bannister certainly wouldn’t appreciate that kind of service and he was the one that cut the checks to the club. It was also entirely possible she was just fucking with him and she’d dismiss Lucas in a few minutes and they’d both forget the conversation ever happened.</p><p>“Would you be willing to let me teach you, Lucas?” Grace asked. “Would you be willing to spend your summer ensuring that I was a happy woman?”</p><p>She seemed serious, but Lucas had no experience with women older than him and he found it impossible to tell if Grace was making a real offer or if she was playing an elaborate prank. Even if she was being serious Lucas wasn’t sure he wanted to agree to something so risky. Grace was unquestionably the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but she was also married to a man with a nasty reputation and he figured that Mr. Bannister would have no trouble destroying any future Lucas might have seen for himself.</p><p>“Isn’t it your job to make sure the members are happy?” Grace asked.</p><p>Lucas nodded.</p><p>“Don’t you think you might have fun learning how to make me cum, Lucas?” she asked. “That’s what I’m offering. I’m going to teach you how to make me cum. I’m going to show you how to satisfy me like I need.”</p><p>“Yes, I’m sure I would have fun,” he said.</p><p>“Is this young man bothering you?” a deep voice asked from behind Lucas.</p><p>He turned to see Mr. Bannister standing there in his golf clothes. He was carrying a 7 iron – an odd choice for the pool – and holding it like he was prepared to strike down anyone that happened to be bothering his wife.</p><p>“No, darling. Lucas has been very helpful, in fact,” Grace said. “It’s my first day here so I had lots of questions that needed answering.”</p><p>“Is that right?” Mr. Bannister asked.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” Lucas replied.</p><p>The older man reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and peeled off two $20 bills. He handed them to Lucas, clapped him on the back, and said, “Thank you, son. My wife deserves the absolute best, okay? All summer long. You give her the absolute best service.”</p><p>“I will, sir,” Lucas said.</p><p>“I’m going to play another nine holes,” Mr. Bannister said. “A client just called and asked if he could play as a guest so I’m going to take him out. Will you be okay hanging out by the pool for another few hours?”</p><p>Grace lifted her beautiful body from the lounge chair, stepped into her husband’s arms, and kissed him. Her mouth opened and she welcomed his tongue. It was an entirely inappropriate display for the pool, but that seemed to be the point. Grace clearly understood how to keep her husband happy, at least in the early part of their relationship, and she was more than happy to offer herself up.</p><p>“You take as long as you want,” Grace said. “I’m sure Lucas can help me with anything I need.”</p><p>“You’re an incredible woman,” Mr. Bannister said.</p><p>“And you’re an incredible man,” she replied.</p><p>They parted and Lucas noticed a small bulge in Mr. Bannister’s shorts before the older man left for the golf course.</p><p>When Mr. Bannister was out of earshot Grace turned to Lucas and said, “I want you to meet me by lady’s room just outside the pro shop in half an hour.” She laid on the lounge chair, put her sunglasses on, and smiled. It wasn’t a discussion. She’d given an order and she clearly expected it to be followed.</p><p>“Can I get you anything else?” he asked.</p><p>“No, I have everything I need for now. I’ll see you soon,” Grace replied.</p><p>Lucas left Grace and made his way around the pool, tending to the needs of the other guests, most of them the wives of the wealthy men spending their days on the golf or tennis courts.</p><p>“Did you see her kissing him like that? What a whore,” one of the first wives said as Lucas walked away after taking her drink order.</p><p>“She’s just doing what he wants,” another added. “He’s the one you should be mad at. What a pig. His wife worked hard to help him get where he is and he just tosses her aside the moment he gets horny for some young piece of ass. It’s not the new girl’s fault. Hell, if I looked like her I’d grab a man like that and hang on for a few years to get a nice divorce settlement.”</p><p>“She’s a whore,” the first woman said.</p><p>Lucas headed out of the pool area and towards the bar to place the handful of orders he’d collected.</p><p>“How is it out there today?” Sarah, the cute blonde bartender asked.</p><p>“You know how the first few days are,” Lucas replied. “The first wives seem a little angrier than usual today, though.”</p><p>“Have you seen the new Mrs. Bannister?” Sarah said before whistling appreciatively. “She’s going to spur more than a few divorces.”</p><p>Lucas smiled. It seemed quite likely that the kind of lust Grace inspired in most men would lead to a few of the club’s members thinking they could trade up for someone younger and more beautiful than the woman they’d been married to for the past twenty years.</p><p>“Give me five minutes on the drinks,” Sarah said.</p><p>Lucas took a seat and contemplated the idea of actually meeting Grace. He still couldn’t tell if she was fucking with him or making a legitimate offer and he had no idea what she meant by pleasuring her without using his cock. Would he just be going down on her all summer? Would he be fingering her? Did she have something else in mind?</p><p>After delivering the drinks and collecting a handful of tips Lucas returned the tray to the bar and took a deep breath. The moment had arrived. Either he was going to meet Grace as she’d requested or he was going to pretend the offer had never happened and hope that she wasn’t mad.</p><p>Ultimately, it was a mixture of curiosity and desire that led Lucas to the location Grace had specified. It was that same mixture that led to his disappointment when she wasn’t there. Lucas figured she’d been having a little fun with him and he was about to leave when the door to the women’s bathroom opened and she yanked him inside.</p><p>Grace quickly locked the door, leaned against it, and said, “I want you to make me cum, Lucas.”</p><p>“Okay,” he said.</p><p>Grace smiled and pressed on his shoulders, pushing Lucas to his knees in front of her. “Go ahead. Pull my bikini bottoms aside.”</p><p>Lucas reached up and delicately pulled the fabric of her beautiful gold bikini aside, exposing a perfectly shaved pussy.</p><p>“My husband likes it shaved,” she said. “His fondness for it is a little creepy, but it’s a small concession. Do you know how to eat pussy, Lucas?”</p><p>He’d never heard a woman refer to it that way before – though he’d heard his friends say it countless times – and it thrilled him. “I’ve done it before,” he said.</p><p>“Show me,” Grace replied.</p><p>Lucas leaned closer and offered his tongue to the perfect shaved pussy in front of him as Grace lifted her right leg and pressed it against the wall behind him. He slipped his tongue between her labia to taste the flesh inside before turning his efforts to her clit. </p><p>Grace moaned as he offered her pussy a gentle tongue massage. He thought back to the lessons a girl had given him early in his sophomore year. She’d been very clear that a steady rhythm was important and that he shouldn’t treat her clit like he would treat his cock. Pussy licking wasn’t supposed to be rough. It was supposed to be kind and gentle, like he was making love to it with his tongue. Lucas had taken that lesson to heart and was happily putting it to use for Grace.</p><p>“That’s good, Lucas,” she said between moans. “That’s very good.”</p><p>Grace reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his hair as Lucas continued his rhythmic assault on her clit. She pulled tight enough for it to hurt, but he refused to relent. She moaned a little louder, which he assumed meant she was thoroughly enjoying herself and that she found it a little thrilling to pull his hair as he ate her pussy.</p><p>“Use your fingers, Lucas. Put them inside me,” Grace demanded.</p><p>Lucas reached up and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. He moaned at how warm and slippery she was and took a moment to imagine how good it would feel to fuck her. He wasn’t confident he would last if Grace demanded he slide his cock into her, but he would certainly enjoy it.</p><p>Grace tightened her grip on his hair and began to move his head subtly. She was directing his tongue and moving it just a little faster than he’d been doing. She was, in essence, using him as a sex toy.</p><p>“That’s better,” she said. “That’s so good, Lucas. Use that tongue. Make me cum with that eager tongue of yours.”</p><p>Lucas matched the rhythm she’d found and Grace closed her eyes and went silent as a look of splendid pleasure came over her face. A moment later she pushed him away from her pussy and bent over. She was cumming. She was definitely cumming. He saw her thighs vibrating and watched her knees buckle a little as she struggled to stay on her feet.</p><p>After what felt like an exceptionally long time Grace stood up straight and smiled at him. She still had a handful of his hair and she pulled back to direct his gaze to her face. “Did you enjoy making me cum, Lucas?”</p><p>“I did,” he said.</p><p>“I have big plans for you,” she said. “We’re going to have a great deal of fun this summer, I promise. And don’t worry about my husband. He won’t find out. I’m very good at keeping secrets.”</p><p>Lucas was going to worry about her husband. It was impossible not to. The man had a destructive reputation and he didn’t want to end up on the receiving end of Mr. Bannister’s wrath.</p><p>“I won’t,” Lucas lied.</p><p>“Thank you for the orgasm,” she said. “When you jerk off tonight I want you to think of me. Will you do that?”</p><p>Lucas nodded.</p><p>Grace smiled, released his hair, and pulled her bikini bottoms over her pussy.</p><p>“Good. You should leave first,” she said.</p><p>Lucas stood, made sure his boner wasn’t too obvious, and left the bathroom. He stood outside the door for a few moments to try and gather his thoughts. What had he just done? Did he just agree to spend the summer having an affair – of a sort, at least – with a member’s wife? What did she mean when she said she had ‘big plans’ for him? Did he make a huge mistake, and if so was there any way to recover from it?</p><p>Lucas wasn’t sure about anything, but he could still taste Grace’s pussy on his lips and he quite liked it. At the very least, his summer was going to be a lot more interesting than he was originally expecting.</p>