“Jessica, are you asleep back there?” Tara asked from the front seat of the truck.
“No,” I muttered. “Just enjoying the view.”
When my best friend Tara invited me to go camping with her and her husband Eric, I was worried that I would spend most of the trip feeling like a third wheel. As we made our way into the mountains, I was really glad I had agreed to go.
The scenery was beautiful. The towering mountains covered with trees seemed to stretch off into the horizon with no end in sight. It was so serene, I couldn’t help but forget all of my problems.
I was well overdue for a vacation, and this seemed perfect. It had been a year since I had ended a five year relationship with a guy who I thought was the man of my dreams. That changed when I found out he was cheating on me with one of his coworkers, and just like that, I was single.
After that, I decided to swear off men for a while. It wasn’t easy to do, since I have almost always been in a relationship for most of my adult life. As a blonde with decent boobs, a tight body and a pretty face, I had plenty of guys vying for my attention, but I remained strong and kept them at a distance.
His job in finance kept him constantly busy, which left him craving more time with his wife, Ella. For the first time in ages, his team was ahead of schedule on their projects. That left him an opportunity to get away from the office, so he decided to head home and surprise her on his lunch break. Maybe he would get lucky.
Ella was a great woman. Her kind and caring spirit always made him feel loved, and her beautiful exterior was always a pleasure to look at. She was a short woman with a fit figure, beautiful breasts, and a tight little ass. She could easily work as a model, except for the fact that she was always so self-conscious of her appearance. The only thing Mac found disappointing was that she was always so sexually conservative.
While she was always hesitant to show her sexiness, Mac could feel it bubbling just under the surface. Sometimes in bed, she would let her guard down a little, hinting at a wild side hiding somewhere inside her. If only he could figure out a way to tap into that.
Mac pulled up to the house, and for a moment, he was surprised to see a work van parked out front. They had a huge house, spread out like a mansion, so it was likely that something had broken and Ella had called a repairman. Still, something felt off. He pulled in and parked his car off to the side of the driveway, where it would be less visible to anyone in the house.
He came in through the side door into the garage, and as he stepped into the house, he didn’t need to wonder where Ella was. His stomach tightened when he heard her moans echoing throughout the downstairs, emanating from right around the corner in the dining room. It somehow sounded like Ella, but it didn’t sound like anything he had ever heard from her before.
Mac could feel his heart begin to pound deep in his chest. Before he even stepped around the corner to see anything, he knew she was cheating on him. His head reeled, yet he still needed to see it with his own eyes to believe it.
He crept quietly through the kitchen, trying to figure out how he was going to see in without them noticing him. There was a large mirror that was visible from his position in the kitchen, and when he moved to the right spot, he caught a very clear glimpse of his wife’s indiscretions.
Ella was sitting naked, except for a blindfold, on one of their dining room chairs. It was pulled away from the table, sitting in the middle of the room. Her hands were by her sides, but there was a small red piece of rope around each wrist that was fastened to the chair behind her. Her legs were bound to the legs of the chair with a similar tie.
A man stood behind her. He was tall and muscular, dressed in only a pair of loose jeans. He had no shirt on and no shoes or socks. His hair was a dark black, matching the short stubble that covered his face. He was a very rugged looking man, and much more attractive than Mac. As much as he was disappointed to find his wife cheating, at least she had found an attractive man for her infidelity.
The other man was leaning forward over her, his hands holding a vibrating wand. The tip of it, roughly the size of a tennis ball, was placed against her pussy. He moved it around, crossing over her mound and tracing up and down her inner thigh. When it finally passed over her clitoris, she would cry out loudly in pleasure.
Mac knew he should stop them, that he should step out and announce his presence so that this would end. Yet there was something titillating about seeing another man using a toy on her, and in the way that Ella was responding. She had surrendered herself to this stranger, in ways that she never had for Mac.
Then she spoke, and his head turned into an even deeper spin.
“Yes, daddy,” she pleaded to him between forceful moans. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!”
Mac’s wife, who always sounded so calm and collected, was speaking to her lover like she was an adult movie star. He had never heard her say anything like that.
“Yes, Daddy, please!” she squealed as the vibrator pushed between her legs and brought her to a roaring climax.
Her body convulsed against the chair. The man pulled the vibrator away and slipped his fingers down across her pussy, touching that sacred place that Mac thought was reserved for only him.
Her lover’s other hand dropped the wand and clutched her body. The palm of his hand wrapped around one of her breasts and he pulled her into his arms as she came down from her stirring climax.
Mac didn’t think he had ever seen his wife have such a powerful orgasm. She would often have smaller ones with him, but never anything with that intensity.
That was when Mac realized he was as hard as a rock. Somehow it turned him on to see this wild side of Ella. He no longer wanted to stop it. Now he wanted to see how far it would go.
As she settled back in, the strange man stood up and walked around to her front, where he stopped facing her. Mac heard his zipper open, and then he reached into his pants.
“Open that pretty little mouth, baby girl,” he spoke firmly.
“Yes, daddy,” Ella replied with a nervous waver in her voice.
He pulled his cock out, and for a moment, Mac was in shock. His wife’s lover had a massive member, easily twice as big as his own. He was completely hard, and somehow he looked even harder than Mac felt.
Ella opened her mouth, and he stepped forward and fed his length between her lips. Mac felt his heart stop. His wife’s lips, the same ones that had kissed him on their wedding day, were pressed against the flesh of another man’s cock. He pushed his manhood deep into her mouth, and she took it with little effort. It felt as if this wasn’t her first time sucking his cock.
Mac’s heart was thumping. Ella was still blindfolded and her lover was thoroughly distracted by her oral skills, so he crept a little closer and peeked around the corner.
“Do you want Daddy to fuck you, babygirl?” the other man asked her. He pulled his cock back to let her answer.
“Please, Daddy,” she pleaded. “I need you to fuck me right.”
Mac’s stomach tightened again. They had just had sex the night before, and now that memory was clouded by what he saw and heard. Did she call this man because he left her wanting, or did she already know she was going to see him today? She had been quite lustful last night, but perhaps that was because she was thinking about this man while he was inside her. It should have made him mad, but his cock only strained harder. He rubbed himself through his pants and felt a minor relief.
The stranger quickly released all four ties, yet kept her blindfold on. He pulled her to her feet and guided her to the dining room table, then directed her to bend over with her chest pressed against the cold wood.
Even as she was breathing deeply in anticipation of what he was about to do to her, he still took his time. With his cock in hand, he stepped behind her and stood a foot away.
“Tell me what you want, babygirl,” he said slowly.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” she replied.
“Again,” he barked.
“Please fuck my married pussy, Daddy,” she added pleadingly, stepping it up. “Fuck me like your dirty little whore.”
The man stepped closer, running his fingers along her exposed slit to feel her wetness. Ella sighed longingly and pushed her ass back to meet his hand, but he pulled away from her advance just to tease her.
“Please, Daddy,” she continued to beg.
The stranger took mercy on her and returned to his position directly behind her. He took his cock in hand again and traced it back and forth across the slit, then pushed forward. Mac could see it all, his massive size parting her labia as it disappeared inside her. Ella clawed at the table and gasped for air, then let out a languid moan as he reached the deepest parts of her body.
Mac knew that this man was touching her in places that he could never reach. Before today, his wife had never even owned a sex toy, or at least as far as he knew. Now that he knew about her big secret, he wondered what else she was keeping from him.
Ella’s lover placed his hands on her bare hips and gripped her body as he began to move in and out of her. Her cries came with every thrust, growing louder each time. He moved slowly, almost gently at first, then increased his force as she settled into the pleasure.
The other man leaned down over her and wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her up off the table as he did so. His cock still penetrated her with the same force, but their bodies became entwined as one. His hand clasped at her breast, then made its way up and slipped around her throat. Ella breathed in sharply, but made no attempt to stop him, even as his grip tightened.
Mac was once again struck by how dirty his innocent wife could be. It wasn’t just the sex, but the surrender. This man controlled her, and she gave in to his every whim.
He drove her until her screams were loud enough for the neighbors to hear, echoing around the entire house. She began to quiver as a full-blown orgasm consumed her. Mac could see her legs shaking, and when the other man stepped back and pulled his cock free, Ella’s pussy unleashed a flood on the floor below. He had definitely never seen his wife squirt before. This day was filled with firsts.
She remained on the table for a few minutes as her senses came back. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright, and sat down on the chair nearby.
“Sit on my cock, you dirty little slut,” he directed her, then grabbed her legs and moved her until she was straddling him.
As Ella lowered herself onto his length, her Daddy reached up and pulled the blindfold off. Mac flinched back, returning to his view in the mirror and hoping she didn’t look in his direction. It didn’t really matter, though. Her eyes were glued to her lover.
Ella put her hands on his shoulders, then swiveled her hips hard against him. Her lips parted slightly and her breathing deepened as she began to press her hips down and into him firmly. It was as if she was trying to take as much of him inside her as she could.
“You feel so good, Daddy,” she purred, then pressed her lips against his as she continued to make love to him.
There was something about that kiss, something even more taboo than cheating with another man. Ella kissed him with a fiery passion that she had rarely shown for her husband over the last few years. She had kissed Mac like that at one point in their relationship, but it was a time long gone.
Mac didn’t feel angry, though. He saw a beauty in his wife that surpassed everything else, and the passions that radiated from her in that moment only enhanced it. It didn’t matter that another man was drawing that desire from her. Just knowing that it was still there made him wonder if he might be able to find a way to draw it out of her as well.
Mac was still rubbing himself, but he would occasionally stop so that he didn’t make a mess in his pants. The more his wife rode her master’s cock, though, the more he felt his own arousal stirring in his groin.
It didn’t take long for Ella’s lover to feel the same stirring, and Ella knew he was close. Perhaps she felt him getting a little harder, or maybe she was just that familiar with his body language. Either way, her words would drive the knife of her infidelity even deeper.
“Cum for me, Daddy,” she begged him. “I want to feel it in my pussy.”
Mac felt a lump in his throat. His wife had always been adamant about him pulling out during sex, for the entire length of their relationship. Sometimes it was out of an abundance of caution, even though she was on birth control. Other times she would tell him she didn’t like the feeling of it dripping out of her. With this man, though, none of that mattered. Ella was consumed with lust, and she wanted everything from him.
The stranger grabbed her hips and began guiding them. Ella lifted herself upright, and her breasts swayed in front of him. His teeth clenched as he approached his climax.
Moments later, he gripped her thighs and pulled her down into him. Ella smiled gleefully and bit her lip as his cock exploded deep inside her. She let out one final little gasp when she felt the first spurts inside her.
Mac looked down and realized that all of his self control had dissolved when he saw their final moment together. A large wet spot blossomed on his pants, spreading out from his crotch. He felt embarrassed by his failure to hold back, but there was a much more pressing concern to deal with first. He had to get out of there.
He glimpsed one final kiss between them as they sat intertwined on the chair, then quietly crept out through the garage door. Moments later, he was driving away from his home, only to pull over and stop a few blocks away to collect himself.
For the first time, it really sank in that his wife was cheating on him. His heart sank knowing that she had likely been doing this for a while. The only odd thing that didn’t add up in his mind was that Ella hadn’t been acting any different toward him. She was just as loving and caring, and they still had sex at least several times a week.
Mac needed some time to think about all of this. He drove back to work and closed himself in his office, telling his team to keep things moving while he worked on a few new ideas. Thankfully the wet spot on his crotch had dried by then.
A few hours later, he got a text from Ella that threw him into an even greater state of disarray.
“Hey, baby! Why don’t you pick up some wine on the way home and we can have a little fun later tonight?”
Mac stared at the message, confused. Why would she want him, when she had just gotten fucked to the point of orgasm several times on their kitchen table? Why would she even want him after that?
He still felt numb from his newfound knowledge, so he decided to hold off on saying anything and see how she was with him after being with her new lover. Maybe her behavior would give him some answers.
“Sure, babe,” he replied. “Your usual?”
“Yes, please!”
The rest of the day ticked away and soon Mac was driving home after a quick stop at the liquor store. When he pulled into the garage and shut the engine off, finally parked in his usual spot, he paused to take a deep breath before heading inside.
His mind seemed to zero in on every little thing he saw. The chairs around the kitchen table were tucked in neatly, with no sign of what had transpired earlier that day. The floor was dry, which meant she had cleaned up after herself.
He returned to the kitchen with the bottle of wine just as Ella came down the stairs. She gave him a welcoming smile as soon as she saw him.
“Hi, honey,” she said cheerily. “How was work today?”
She came up to him and slipped her arm around his waist, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. She was in a great mood, and on any other day, he would appreciate that. His mind dug in, though, and told him that her good mood was only because she had gotten thoroughly fucked today.
“It was good,” he replied nonchalantly, burying that voice in the back of his mind.
Ella grabbed the wine opener, and the two of them sat down to order some Chinese food. An hour later, they were sitting on the couch, stuffing their faces with chicken lo mein and a sweet Chardonnay.
For a few moments, Mac forgot all about what he had seen earlier that day. Ella’s positive mood was contagious. The two of them watched some silly show and spent all night laughing like best friends. She was happy and friendly, and treating him like he was the center of her universe.
Mac could feel her drawing herself closer to him. She would hold his hand or snuggle against his shoulder. As it got a little later, she sat up and smiled giddily at him.
“I’m going to go take a bath,” she whispered quietly, as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear, even though they were alone. “When I’m done, I want to try something new with you. I have a surprise.”
Ella scurried off toward the stairs and disappeared.
Mac felt his angst returning. He was curious about whatever she had in mind, but he also wondered if she was cleaning herself off so he wouldn’t smell her lover. Still, his curiosity won out, and he once again pushed aside the thoughts of what had happened earlier.
A short time later, Ella called from upstairs. Mac got up and climbed the stairs, his mind wrestling between anger and arousal. He didn’t understand how both of those feelings could coexist in his head, yet somehow they were.
He entered the bedroom, but it was empty. The bathroom door opened and he saw Ella’s silhouette backlit by the bathroom light. She was dressed in a grey silk camisole, which was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen her wear. She wasn’t usually one for lingerie.
Her hands were behind her back. She was hiding whatever her great surprise was, but the way her arms pulled back caused her chest to thrust forward in a way that showed off her perky tits.
“Hi,” she chirped nervously.
As the two of them approached each other, a sexy smile crossed her lips. Mac couldn’t help but smile back, forgetting the whirlwind of thoughts in his head.
When she was finally standing in front of him, he could see the excitement etched on her face. She drew her hands from behind her back and brought out the vibrating wand.
Mac’s brain froze like an engine seizing up. It was the exact same wand that her lover had used on her when she was tied to the dining room chair.
He reached out and took it from her, feeling the weight of it. The image of the other man bent over her with the wand in his hand was seared into Mac’s mind, and he struggled to make sense of it.
“I bought it a few days ago. I was hoping you could try it out on me?” Ella asked.
She was pleading with him. Not in the same way that she had with her lover, but there was a hint of craving in the tone of her voice.
Mac buried all of his hesitations and nodded excitedly. Ella took the wand back and went to the nightstand. There was a plug behind it, and when she bent down to power up her toy, her little silk dress pulled up in back to show off her cute little ass. It was the same view her Daddy had when he bent her over the table.
Once she had it plugged in, Ella moved to the bed and sat down on the edge. Mac approached her with confidence, an odd feeling considering the war going on in his head. She looked up at him longingly, and he leaned down to meet her lips with a kiss. Her hand came up and found his cock, giving it a light squeeze. That was when he realized he was completely hard.
They touched each other, the wand floating between them. When Ella finally pulled away, she reclined back on the bed and pulled her legs up into the air. Her pussy spread open before him.
Mac fiddled with the controls, finding just the right speed. At first, he just brushed it across her mound to let her get a feel for it. With each circle, he lingered a little longer on her slit, letting the vibrations travel through the outer lips to her clitoris.
Ella closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Mac tried to focus, but he couldn’t get the image of her and her lover out of his head. He pushed through it until he was suddenly overcome with too many thoughts. Then he pulled the wand away and powered it off.
“What’s wrong?” Ella asked, pulling her legs down and looking at him with worry in her eyes.
“I came home for lunch today so I could see you, but you weren’t alone,” Mac blurted out as he stood up. “I saw him using this on you.”
Ella’s eyes grew wide with horror. She scooted back on the bed and sat up as her hands pulled up to cover her mouth.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I can explain. It started off so innocently, and I know I should have stopped it. I’m so sorry, baby. I won’t do it again, I swear.”
“How long has this been going on?” Mac asked, not even sure if he wanted to know the answer.
“We started flirting about six months ago. I don’t know why I even did it. I was happy with you, but it just felt exciting and I couldn’t stop myself.”
Ella’s tears were flowing now. He could see the fear in her eyes. She looked just as lost as he did.
“I think a part of me craved that excitement,” she continued. “I knew it was wrong, and that I should talk to you about how I was feeling, but I was so scared you would leave me. So I just thought maybe I could learn a few things from him and that might make things better between us, too.”
Mac’s head was spinning. That strange arousal was still somewhere deep inside, fighting with his anger while he was fighting with her.
He took a deep breath and looked down at the toy in his hand. The same toy that the stranger had used on her. It was the one thing he couldn’t comprehend.
“Why would you ask me to use this on you?” he asked, ignoring her rambling apology. “Why would you let him use it, and then ask me to use it on you, too?”
“He bought it for me,” she answered, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. “I loved the way it felt, and I was hoping it would be fun for you, too. I know that doesn’t make it right, but it’s the truth.”
“Were you also hoping it would be fun for me when you bent over our kitchen table and let him fuck you? When you let him cum inside you?”
Ella flinched as if she had been hit. Her eyes turned away from him, and for a moment, that felt like the end for them. Then his wife’s eyes narrowed, and her gaze twisted slowly back up at him. Mac could see the wheel’s turning in her head, and he had the feeling that it was his turn to be scared.
“How long were you watching us?” she said suddenly.
“What do you mean?” he asked with a noticeable quiver in his voice.
“You said you saw him using the toy on me. Most men would get mad and interrupt right away to stop it from going any further. You didn’t, though. You watched us.”
Ella paused to climb off the bed, then walked slowly toward him as she continued.
“You said you saw him bend me over the table. That means you didn’t leave when you saw him using the toy on me. You didn’t even leave when he stood in front of me.”
Ella paused, the words hanging in the air between them. Mac felt like he should say something, but he didn’t know what. As her thoughts came together, she filled the silence.
“You’re not mad that I slept with him. You’re not even mad that I’ve been sleeping with someone else. You’re just confused as to why I would use the toy with you, too. You’re not angry, you’re confused.”
Ella walked toward her husband slowly. A quiet confidence came over her, and Mac began to feel even more nervous.
“Did you get off?” she asked, standing only a foot away from him.
“What?” he stammered nervously.
“Did you get off when you watched him fuck me?” she pressed. The corners of her lips curved into a devilish smile.
“Why does that matter?” Mac asked. He could hear the defensiveness in his own voice, and he hated it.
“Are you confused because you liked it?” she pressed. “You know it’s okay if you did, right?”
Mac felt his mind spin out of control. Part of him wanted to tell her to leave, to stay out of his life, but something was holding him back. That’s when he realized he was mad because she was right.
He felt embarrassed that he had gotten off, but deep down inside, he had loved watching them together. He was mad because he had to hide, and because he wanted to see more of it. He was mad because he felt left out, but he wasn’t upset in the slightest that she had fucked another man.
“That doesn’t make it okay, though,” he mumbled quietly after the thought had sunk in.
“It doesn’t,” she replied somberly, “but maybe I can make it up to you.”
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“I’m telling you, man. If you want to spice up your marriage, then this is a great way to do it!” Ian chuckled aloud.
Brian felt his face burning red with embarrassment. He had confided in Ian that he felt like his marriage to Liz was growing stale, but he didn't expect him to be so vocal about it. As they sat in the middle of a busy restaurant, he was sure the other patrons around them could hear their conversation.
“I don't know,” Brian said quietly, trying not to attract everyone's attention. “I don't think Liz would go for that. She’d be way too self-conscious about having to take her clothes off in front of other people.”
“Are you kidding me?” Ian replied in disbelief. “First off, she doesn't have to get naked. She can just watch, and if she wants to get tied up, she can wear a bikini, or maybe some boy shorts and a sports bra. Nudity is not required. And second, she’d be a hit at these parties. I hope I’m not crossing a line by saying this, but your wife is smoking hot.”
“No, that's not over the line. That's very flattering, actually.”
“I mean, she’s like super hot,” Ian continued. “I would totally bang her if I had the chance.”
“Okay, that may have been a little over the line,” Brian said as he blushed again.
“Sorry,” Ian continued without any actual remorse. “I meant that as a compliment. You should really consider coming to one of these parties, though. There’s one next Friday. Run it by Liz and see what she says.”
Brian had known Ian for over ten years, going back to their time together in college. He had always been a cocky bastard, incredibly sure of himself. He also had a tendency to ogle Liz anytime they were in the same room together. He wasn't usually as blatant as he was today, but it was clear that he had a thing for Liz.
A few years ago, Brian had discovered that Ian had been keeping a big secret. His friend was in charge of a local BDSM group, where he would often organize meetups and parties. As soon as it was out in the open, Ian started trying to get Brian to bring Liz along.
Brian and Liz had also met in college, around the same time that he had been hanging out with Ian. They had both gone after her, but for some reason, she had always chosen Brian over his friend. She was a dance major, which meant that she was incredibly flexible because of her everyday routines.
Now, over a decade later, their sex life was lagging. The interest seemed to be waning for both of them, and Brian knew that if he didn't find a way to spice things up, there would be trouble on the horizon. In order to avoid an imminent failure of his relationship, he had gone to Ian to learn more about his bondage parties. Perhaps if she was feeling the same way, she would be open to attending one.
That night, Brian decided to feel it out with Liz and see what she thought. They were both sitting on the couch watching television in their sweats when he grabbed the remote and hit the mute button.
“I had lunch with Ian today,” he started.
“Oh yeah? How has he been?”
“He’s doing really well,” Brian continued. “His business is really taking off, and they are talking about expanding and opening a few more stores.”
“That's awesome!” she said cheerfully, her eyes still watching the silent images on the screen.
Brian hesitated for a moment, but he quickly overcame his fear and segued into the topic.
“We also talked about this social group that he runs. I guess it's a bunch of people that are into bondage and spanking, stuff like that. He organizes these parties and they all get together. It's supposed to be really kinky and interesting, or at least that's what he tells me. How crazy is that?
Liz finally turned away from the screen and looked at him curiously.
“Really?” she asked. “That is kind of crazy, but I can't say I’m really surprised.”
“Why do you say that?” Brian replied, furrowing his brow slightly.
“He was into that stuff back in college,” she said nonchalantly. “He dated my friend Kristi for a few months and she said he would tie her up and do all these kinky things to her. She said he could get her so wet just by tying her up and teasing her. She also said he was huge.”
“He’s not a big guy,” Brian responded quizzically. “He’s as skinny as a rail!”
Liz burst out laughing, and it dawned on Brian what she was really saying. His face turned bright red again.
“I thought you said size doesn't matter?” He quipped at her.
“Size doesn't matter, but that doesn't mean that big ones don't feel really good,” she snapped back, giving him a teasing look.
“Well, anyway, he was telling me about these parties they have every month. They're called rope parties. Basically, a bunch of people get together at this studio on the other side of town. There are a few guys that are really experienced with rope, but most of the people who go are inexperienced couples who want to learn some tricks for the bedroom. The experienced riggers spend the night tying up girls in different positions, and sometimes even suspending them from the ceiling in these intricate bindings.
“While they do that, Ian takes the couples aside and teaches them some basic ties. He says it's a lot of fun, and you don't have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. If we want, we can just practice stuff on each other and watch the experts do their thing. It sounds like it could be fun. What do you think?”
Liz looked back at the television again and watched it flicker as she thought it over.
“I mean, that does sound interesting,” she said, biting her lip as she contemplated it. “Do I have to get naked? I don't think I’d be okay with that.”
“I asked him about that, and he said it’s really up to you. Some women do get naked, some stay in their underwear, and others keep their clothes on. If you wanted to be tied up by one of the experts, he said a bikini or underwear would be just fine.”
Liz rolled the part of her lip that she was biting, wiggling it back and forth as she weighed the idea carefully.
“Do you want to go?” she asked, looking at him again curiously.
“I do, but I’m nervous about it,” Brian admitted. “I don't know what to expect. It could be a lot of fun though, and maybe I can tie you up when we get home.”
He shot her a leering smirk, and she giggled at him.
“Maybe,” she teased with a wink. “What if the riggers want me to get up there, though? You aren't going to get jealous about another man tying up your wife in just her skivvies?”
Once again, Brian found himself blushing. The idea actually turned him on, but he was too scared to admit that to Liz. If he had his choice, he would have Ian tie her up completely naked. There was something hot about the idea of Ian, the cocky arrogant asshole that had somehow become his best friend, tying up his wife and maybe even taking some liberties with her while she was incapacitated.
“I think I could handle that,” he said with a shrug. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even like it.”
It was Liz’s turn to blush. She giggled and hid her face in her hands, but it was clear that she liked the idea.
“I’ll go,” she said finally. “I don't know about letting a stranger tie me up, but I might let Ian tie me up.”
Brian looked at Liz inquisitively to see what she meant by that, but her eyes were glued to the television like she was trying to avoid eye contact with him. Despite her efforts to hide her inner thoughts, he caught a glint of something in her expression that betrayed her. Perhaps Liz shared his inner fantasy of being more than just friends with Ian. It was a curious idea, and he wondered if the free spirited environment might lead to something even more interesting.
Brian was thankful that the next party was just a few days away. That gave Liz less time to overthink it and back out. He texted Ian the next day to tell him that they would be there, and his friend was ecstatic.
The next few days ticked by at a painstakingly slow pace. When Friday finally arrived, Brian woke up feeling chipper and excited. He hurried through his day at work, then rushed home to get ready for the party.
When he walked into their bedroom, Brian could hear the shower going. Liz emerged a short time later, wrapped in just a towel. When she saw him, a wicked grin crossed her face.
“Do you want to see how I prepared for tonight?” she asked slyly, her hands moving to the edge of her towel.
“Of course,” Brian replied excitedly.
Liz opened her towel and revealed her naked body underneath. Her breasts were as perky and firm as the day they had met, and her legs were silky smooth from a fresh shave, but that wasn't what she wanted to show him. Liz usually kept a small landing strip of hair, neatly trimmed, right above her clitoris. Now her entire mound was bare and smooth. It was the first time she had ever styled herself in that way.
“I thought you weren't going to get naked?” Brian asked, raising one eyebrow.
“Well, it doesn't hurt to be prepared,” she said with a shrug.
Liz was trying to play it off as nothing, but he could see that certain something hiding behind her eyes again. She pulled a pair of black lace boy shorts out of her drawer and slipped them on.
Brian thought about letting it go, but he wanted to see if he could pry a little more and find out what that look was.
“That's true,” he said as he picked his clothes out. “Ian can be quite convincing. I’m sure he could probably get you to do a lot more than just get naked.”
“I might let him,” Liz replied absently, then stopped dead in her tracks.
Her eyes flew open and she looked at her husband with a nervous expression.
“I didn't mean it like that,” she said, quickly backpedaling. “I just meant if I wasn't married, I would consider it. He’s an attractive guy, but I would never cheat on you like that!”
“It’s okay,” Brian said with a chuckle. “I know he’s hot, and I think he has a thing for you, too.”
“Really?” she said. “Why do you think that?”
Liz was trying to play it off like it was no big deal, but Brian had seen the flash of excitement behind her eyes when he had told her that.
“Well, he said every guy at the party would want to fuck you, himself included. Seems like a pretty good indicator to me.”
Liz smiled from ear to ear and her face turned bright red. Brian could see the interest, the excitement, and he didn't want to lose that. This was the moment, his chance to tell her his fantasy, so he summoned his courage and spit the words out before his mind could stop him.
“What if I told you that you could sleep with him? I mean, if that's what you wanted,” he asked quietly, averting his eyes from her.
As he looked away, he saw Liz give him a dead stare out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out if it was a joke or if he was really serious about what he had just said.
“Are you asking me if I would sleep with him, or are you telling me you want me to?” she asked him bluntly.
Brian looked up from his clothes finally and met her gaze head on. Her eyes were still narrowed and her expression was flat and unmoving. He couldn't tell if she was mad or just considering his offer.
“Both?” he responded hesitantly.
Liz had been going through the bras in one of her drawers, still dressed in just her boy shorts. She had one of her more conservative bras in her hand as she turned and walked around the bed to where Brian was standing. She slipped her arms around his shoulder and turned his face so that he was looking her straight in the eyes.
“I love you, Brian, and I would never cheat on you, but if you are giving me permission to fuck your hot friend, then there's no way I would say no to that. So before you answer, make sure you are ready to handle the consequences.”
Liz kissed him hard on the lips without waiting for his reply. There was something in that kiss, a fire that he had rarely felt before, that told him that she wanted this as much as she did. She pulled back after a few moments and looked at him with a hopeful expression as she waited for his answer.
“You can fuck him,” he said finally, “but I want to watch when it happens. Okay?”
Liz jumped on him excitedly and gave him another kiss, then returned to her underwear drawer with a huge grin on her face. She stuffed the conservative bra back in the drawer, then pulled out one that was more revealing and much sexier.
“Maybe this will convince him to come home with us after the party,” she teased.
Brian gave her a sideways glance, then jumped in the shower while she finished getting ready. The temptation to touch himself was strong, but he wanted to save all of his sexual energy in case something interesting happened later.
When he came out of the bathroom a short while later, he found Liz waiting for him in one of the sexiest outfits she had ever worn. Her white button down shirt looked like it was a size too small. It hugged her breasts tightly, but the buttons looked like they were about to break open. She had found a pleated schoolgirl skirt that stopped short of her knees and fit perfectly with the top.
As Brian drank in her beauty, she grabbed a long coat and slipped it on over her clothes. They would need to get to the party first, and her outfit was clearly not appropriate for being out in public. The fact that she planned to wear it in front of a bunch of strangers at the party was an interesting twist, though.
They had a little time before they had to leave, so Brian poured a few glasses of wine to help settle their nerves. As they sat at the table sipping from their glasses, Liz decided to question him one more time on his offer.
“Are there any rules if I decide to fuck him?” she asked giddily. “Should we use protection? Am I allowed to kiss him? What happens if you get jealous?”
Brian laughed and took a long drink. He hadn't thought that far ahead, so he picked his way through her questions one at a time.
“I think you should use protection, but I would be okay if you disagreed. I guess I’ll leave the final decision to you. Yes, you can kiss him. That would be incredibly hot, actually. And finally, I don't think I would actually get jealous, but I don't know what would happen. I guess I would just have to suck it up and deal, since I am giving you my blessing to go forward. I would never ask you to stop in the middle of it unless I absolutely needed to.”
“What if his cock is bigger than yours?” she asked seductively as she reached out and ran her hand up and down his thigh just below his growing bulge.
“Would you like that?” Brian asked nervously, his heart racing.
“I think I would,” she whispered, leaning in closer. “I love your cock, but if I’m going to fuck another man in front of you, I want to make sure he fills me up and stretches my pussy. Can you handle that?”
“I think can handle that,” he said confidently. “In fact, I want to see you take a thick cock. I hope he's bigger than me, so you can tell me how much better he feels.”
Liz grabbed him and pulled him into a fervent kiss. This was the response he had wanted, the spark their relationship had been missing. Even if nothing happened, there was a palpable sexual tension in the air.
Their kiss seemed to last forever, but eventually Liz pushed him away and stood up. She went to the mirror to reapply her lipstick, then beckoned for him to follow her. It was time to leave.
A short while later, they pulled up in front of an rundown warehouse and parked into one of the open spaces. There was maybe a dozen other cars, but the area around them looked abandoned. There were no shops or businesses, just a grey unmarked building with a few doors here and there. Brian texted Ian to let him know they had arrived, and a few minutes later he popped out one of the doors and scanned the parking lot.
Brian and Liz got out of the car and approached him. He shook Brian’s hand first, then turned his attention to Brian’s beautiful wife.
“Liz, you look beautiful as always,” he said with a smile, giving her a big hug. “I’m guessing you're hiding something under that coat that would probably make your momma blush.”
“Why, thank you, Ian,” she said. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Liz glanced at Brian with that devilish smile. He could see the lust in her eyes, and he began to think there was a better than average chance of something interesting happening tonight. His friend had no idea he had given Liz permission to accept his advances, which would make it even more interesting to see how the night panned out.
Ian looked at Brian with raised eyebrows, then turned back to the door to lead them inside.
The space inside was a messy hodgepodge or art and creativity. It was usually used as a photography studio, with a huge open space toward the back that was used for shoots. The photo backdrop had been removed for the party, and that area had been designated as the primary spot for the experts to show off their rope work. The rest of the studio was filled with a couple of couches around a coffee table.
There was about twenty people milling about the room, an interesting cross section of different people in various stages of undress. There were men and women of all ages and body types.
In the rigging area, there was an older man in his forties
There were only two men in the rigging area, one of them in the process of tying the other. Both of them were completely naked, showing their bodies with no insecurity. The rigger was an older man in his forties, with a body that was quite fit and toned. His canvas was a younger black man who seemed to be lost in his own world as his rigger shifted his ropes to move him into different positions.
There were one or two other people in the room that were completely naked, with a few others down to bikinis or lingerie. The rest huddled together around the couches, still adjusting to the unique atmosphere. It was obvious that these were the newbies, ready to learn a few rope tricks to take home with them.
Ian led them over to the couches and introduced them to everyone. He pointed out a few of the people in the rigging area and shared their names as well, then turned back to Liz.
“There's a coat rack over there,” he said with a sly grin. “Would you like me to take your coat?”
Liz returned his smug look as she untied the belt and pulled her jacket back off of her shoulders. As soon as she swished the jacket aside, Ian’s eyes took a quick trip and down her body before he let out a slow whistle.
“Be still my beating heart,” he said. “Brian, you are truly a lucky man.”
Liz blushed, then turned back to the others. She was by far the most beautiful woman there, and a lot of the guys responded by checking her out with the same interest Ian had shown her.
After a few minutes of mingling, Ian climbed on a chair, raised his voice, and spoke to the entire room.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to our monthly rope night! I see a lot of familiar faces, as well as many new guests, so I’m just going to take a few minutes to review the rules and let you know what's going on. First off, we will have two areas. Over there is where the rigging will happen. Our Shibari experts will be doing their thing. If you’d like to be tied up and suspended, feel free to talk to them and see what they can do with you. Over on this side, I’ll be showing the newbies a few ties to get you started. There are few rules we ask you to follow, so let's go over those next. First, don't be creepy or rude. We're all here to relax and expand our horizons, so please be respectful. Along those same lines, do not touch someone without asking their permission first. And finally, just have fun!”
Everyone applauded him as he hopped down off his chair and made his way to the group gathering around Brian and Liz.
While the riggers got started with their participants, Ian led the group through some basics. First, they started off wrapping the rope around one arm and finishing it off with an overhand knot. Once they had the hang of it, they moved on to double column ties. Brian followed Ian's instructions and soon Liz had both of her forearms fastened tightly together.
“Now let's try something different,” he said as he moved around between the couples. “Raise her hands over her head, then we’ll pull the rope behind the back and tie it around her waist. This will keep her arms securely over her head, and you’ll see it can open up some interesting possibilities for fun.”
Liz lifted her arms over her head. Her back arched as she did so, pushing her breasts out until they were straining the buttons of her shirt. As Brian gathered the rope behind her, Ian came up to her with an approving smile.
“That shirt looks a little tight,” he said smugly. “Maybe if you undo those buttons, it would give you a little more flexibility.”
“Well, I’m a bit tied up right now, and Brian has his hands full,” she mused back. “Want to help me out?”
Ian laughed as if he thought it was a joke, but Liz gave him a stone cold serious look. He looked to her husband to see his response, and Brian held up a bundle of rope and shrugged.
That was all the coaxing Ian needed. He reached for the top button and worked his way down, unsnapping them one at a time. His hands traveled through the valley between her breasts and down her stomach, slowly undressing her in front of the entire room while her husband worked helplessly behind her. Her breathing grew long and deep as she realized that she was about to make both her and her husband’s fantasies come true.
Ian unsnapped the last button and slid his hands under the shirt to peel it off of her body. His hands glided over her bare skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Brian could see how aroused she was just having Ian undress her.
With her shirt pulled back, everyone could now see the sexy black lace bra she had picked out, with a red ribbon that zigzagged across the upper edge of the cups. The attention didn't faze her though, as her eyes were still glued to Ian in front of her.
“Want to help me with this skirt, too?” she asked Ian as Brian looped the rope around her waist and fiddled with making a knot behind her back.
Ian didn't say anything. He just dropped to his knees in front of her and slipped his fingers inside the waistband, then slid it down her long, smooth legs. Brian felt her body shiver in anticipation, and he knew she was loving it.
Ian stepped back and watched her as Brian continued to loop the rope around her. Once they had finished that particular tie, Brian removed the rope again. Instead of redressing herself, Liz slipped her shirt off and tossed it aside so that she was left in just her bra and boy shorts. She turned to her husband and gave him a soft, slow kiss. She wanted everyone to know he was her man when she threw herself at his best friend.
Ian ran through one last binding with everyone, but he stayed close to Liz. By that point, most of the guy's in the room had ogled her beautiful body clad in skimpy lingerie. She had become the belle of the ball.
“Alright, folks, that's it for the lesson” Ian announced after they had wrapped up the tutorial. “Feel free to relax, mingle, have a drink, and watch the experts make their art.”
Ian turned back to Liz and Brian and clapped his hands together.
“I need a subject for my suspension,” he said, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. “Liz, would you like to give it a try?”
Liz turned back and gave Brian one last glance, then turned back to give Ian an eager nod. He took her by the hand and led her to the rigging area. They stopped under one of the rings suspended from the overhead beams, a thick metal ring about a foot in diameter. The ring itself was heavy gauge, and the whole system looked strong enough to easily handle Liz’s light figure.
As they stopped under the ring, Ian picked up a bag that he had left there earlier and pulled out several bundled pieces of rope. Brian watched from a distance as his wife stood near his best friend in one of her sexiest bras, her cleavage on display for him to appreciate. He unraveled a few sections of rope, looped them through the ring, then began deftly wrapping them around her body, sometimes running his hands across her skin to shift a section of the rope. After fifteen minutes, her body was floating in the air, suspended from a dozen lines that ran through the hoop and around her body. Each of her legs was supported independently, as were her arms, and her body was splayed out like a dancer in the middle of a midair jump. Ian began moving the ropes, pulling one tighter and loosening another. Liz’s body moved fluidly from one pose to another. It was both erotic and artistic.
For the most part, Ian seemed to go about his work in a non-sexual fashion. He was striving to make her into his perfect sculpture, but Liz was probably seeing it differently. To her, Ian was guiding her body like a puppet master, controlling her movements with a dominance that her husband rarely showed.
Every now and then, Brian would catch Ian’s hands touching Liz in a more suggestive manner. A finger brushing across her breast, or a hand cupping her butt to move her into a different position. They were always subtle and innocent, but it was enough to keep Brian’s heart racing with anticipation.
Eventually Ian started to lower her body in small increments until she was able to place her feet on the ground. He helped her to stand upright, then gave her a long hug. Brian had noticed a few of the riggers doing that, as if they were bonding with their art and bringing that intimate connection to a close.
Liz made her way back to Brian, and her face was beaming with excitement.
“That felt incredible!” she said breathlessly. “I felt like my entire body was floating!”
“You looked beautiful up there,” Brian told her as he slipped his arms around her.
“I felt beautiful,” she said, giving him another kiss. “It was such a turn on. I can only imagine how good it would feel to get fucked while I was suspended like that.”
“Maybe you should find out,” he answered with a wink.
Liz blushed and pushed him away, but Brian could see the idea was already in her head. The only thing that might stop her was the roomful of people around them.
Ian had already started rigging his next volunteer, so Liz and Brian sat on the couch and cuddled as they watched the various riggers work their magic. It was visually stunning to see the different poses they could achieve with minimal effort, and the riggers went about their work with an unspoken calmness. It came across as a very meditative process, an evolution.
After a few hours, the crowd started to thin as some people went home for their own personal experiments with ropes and bondage. Soon there were less than a dozen people left, and Ian found himself without a subject. He turned his eyes toward Brian and Liz on the couch, and found his target.
“What do you think, Liz? Do you want to try it again?” he asked eagerly as he approached them.
Liz blushed and looked at Brian excitedly. With a nod of approval from him, she jumped up off of the couch to follow Ian. Brian’s friend hesitated though, looking back and forth between the two of them with that same sly look on his face.
“Let’s step it up a notch this time,” he said. “Why don't we try suspending you completely naked. What do you think?”
Once again, Brian found himself realizing that Ian was making these advances without even knowing that Liz could take it as far as she wanted. Ian looked down at him as if to ask if he was okay with it, and he gave him a noncommittal shrug in return.
Both men looked at Liz, who was biting her lip sexily as her eyes fluttered back and forth between the two of them. Now that she had her husband’s approval, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. With one quick motion, she slipped it off and tossed it aside, exposing her breasts to Ian’s prying eyes. Without waiting for a response, she pulled her boy shorts down as well, leaving herself completely naked.
Ian looked her up and down slowly, taking his time and showing no shame in it. He had wanted to see Liz naked for as long as he had known her, and he was going to drink it all in. Liz didn't try to hide herself, either. Her back was arched again to emphasize her breasts, and she held her hands behind her back innocently as she smiled at Ian. She was showing herself off for him.
“Damn, she's every bit as beautiful as I thought she would be,” Ian said appraisingly as he took her hand. “Let’s see what we can do to you.”
“Wait,” Liz said, pulling back on his grip. “It only seems fair that you should be naked, too. Don't you think so, Brian?”
“It does seem fair,” Brian replied, giving his friend even more approval to take things further.
Ian looked back and forth between the two of them and picked up on the subtle unspoken suggestion. The sexual tension floating in the air seemed to be enough to tell him that he was free to take liberties with Brian’s wife, with his blessing.
“Then let’s do it,” he said.
Ian pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, then slipped off his shorts to reveal a pair of snug boxer briefs below. As soon as Brian saw the massive outline of his friend’s cock, he started to regret his decision. Ian was only half hard and his cock was already a little longer than Brian’s fully erect cock would be.
Liz seemed to also notice his bulge, and her eyes watched it closely as Ian prepared to remove his underwear as well. He slipped them down quickly and her eyes gleamed with excitement when she saw the sheer size of it.
“Time to get started,” he said, then took her by the hand and pulled her away from her husband.
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Anna looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She was still completely naked after just having stepped out of the shower, and that allowed her to assess her body more honestly. Now that she was in her early thirties, she had become much more critical of herself and her body as it aged. Her figure was still fit and toned from regular exercise, and she knew she was still an attractive woman, but after having two kids, she didn't quite feel as attractive as she had once felt. The years had definitely worn her self-confidence down.
Despite her dropping self-esteem, or maybe because of it, she was really looking forward to today. It was a Saturday morning, and she had a massage scheduled at a local place. Her husband, who was still fast asleep in bed with their two year old son, had bought her some gift cards for a local massage place. Her appointment was in an hour, and she couldn't wait. After chasing her little one around for hours on end during the week, today was her chance to get away, relax, and have a little time for herself.
Anna quickly slipped into some comfy sweats and a loose t-shirt, knowing that once she got there she would be changing into a comfy robe. She picked out some plain cotton panties with a tiny little bow just below her belly button, and a plain white bra to go with it. Her underwear didn't really match, but she wasn't trying to impress anyone. Her masseuse would likely be a woman, and she had never been interested in women sexually.
Once she was dressed, Anna tiptoed through the bedroom so that she didn't wake her snoring husband and the toddler wrapped up in his arms. While her son usually slept in his own bed, sometimes he would wake up and sneak into their room, especially on the weekends. She stole one last glance at them and ducked out of the bedroom.
A short while later, she arrived at the location. When she stepped inside, the atmosphere was immediately calming. There was soft music playing in the background and the scent of a mild incense floating in the air. She took a deep breath and felt her worries already starting to melt away.
The receptionist greeted her with a pleasant smile, and Anna returned it.
“Do you have an appointment today?” the woman behind the desk asked.
Anna provided her name, and the receptionist handed her several forms to fill out. It took a few minutes, but she worked her way through them quickly and efficiently. She handed back the clipboard and sat down to wait for her personal pampering.
A few minutes later, the door to the back office opened and a broad shouldered man stepped out. He was about her age, with short, cropped black hair and a handsome face. Anna glanced up at him as he called her name, but she didn't recognize him until she was a few steps away from him.
The man who would be massaging her was one of her ex-boyfriends. They had dated almost a decade ago, and had been together for about six months. He was a nice guy, and she had been very happy with him, but she was also young and dumb and not wanting to settle down at the time. In fact, the only reason she had stayed with him that long was because the sex had been incredible.
“Hi, I’m Matt,” he said, holding his hand out without recognizing her.
“I’m Anna,” she replied, smiling at the face that she had kissed so many times before.
Anna shook his hand, then watched him as the realization dawned that he actually knew her as well.
“Hey, how have you been?” he asked warmly as he offered her a hug instead.
“I’m great,” she said. “I got married a few years ago, and I have a son now. He’s turning three in a few weeks.”
“Congratulations!” Matt said, then stammered for a second when he realized how awkward this might become. “Listen, if you want, I could probably swap with one of the other masseuses. I don't want you to feel obligated to see me if this is too weird for you.”
“Not at all,” she said, waving him off. “It's just a professional massage. I think my husband will be fine with that. Besides, if I remember correctly, you were always very good with your hands.”
Matt blushed, then pointed down the hallway and invited her to follow him. They passed several closed doors until he invited her into the one open one. Inside, the smell of incense was even stronger. There was a table in the middle of the room, in addition to a bookcase and a small cabinet that held his oils and lotions. The lights were dim enough that she could barely see, and a soft music drifted from a speaker somewhere in the room.
“So I’m going to give you a few minutes to undress and climb under the towel,” he said, reciting a spiel that felt rehearsed and overdone. “You can take everything off, or leave your underwear on if you prefer. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
Anna smiled and nodded, and he pulled the door closed behind him. She took another deep breath and started to undress. It had been so long since she had seen Matt. She wasn't sure if it made her more or less nervous to have someone familiar doing her massage. It wasn't like he had never touched her or seen her naked. They had been very familiar with each other, but she found herself remembering her long stare in the mirror that morning. He had been into her before she had kids and put on ten years. He had aged well, but he probably didn't have the same opinion of her.
Anna got down to her underwear, then laid down and pulled the sheet up. She decided to leave her panties on, but she really wanted to get her back massaged without her bra strap in the way, so she removed her top and pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts. She felt ridiculous for hiding her body from someone who had seen it many times before, but for some reason, she felt like she should be modest. She was married now, after all.
A few minutes passed before there was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” Anna called through the door to him, then checked the sheet one last time to make sure she was covered.
The door opened and Matt stepped back in, letting it click shut softly behind him. He grabbed a few things and shifted about before settling into a chair just behind her head. Anna felt vulnerable, and she found herself wondering if he was staring at the outline of her bare breasts through the sheet. One cold breeze would be enough to make her nipples hard and visible through the thin cotton.
Matt started with her shoulders, working his way under her to rub her tight trapezius muscle. His touch was just as good as she remembered, and even after so long, it was familiar to her. He worked his way down her arm, and then on to her hand. His hands were magical in their precision. Every time he found a new muscle, the tension seemed to melt away.
Once he was finished both arms, it was time for her to roll over.
“I’m going to hold the sheet up so I can't see you, and then I just need you to roll over onto your stomach,” he said. Anna had felt silly acting so modest, and it made her feel a little better that he was respectful of that.
After she had turned, he lowered the sheet over her body and carefully tucked it in. For a moment, she felt his hand brush against one of her breasts, but she quickly dismissed it as an unintentional accident.
Matt’s hands returned to her shoulders and he slowly worked his way down her back until his fingers were kneading along the upper edge of her ass. When he had thoroughly loosened up her muscles there, he pulled the sheet back into place and moved down to her legs.
Matt pulled back the corner of the sheet to expose one of her legs, keeping her upper thigh covered. He started with her foot, then made his way up her leg slowly. As he rubbed the back of her thigh, his hands were inches away from her pussy.
Anna found her mind wandering into curious places. It had been a long time since she had been with Matt sexually, but there were certain things that she couldn't forget about him. The first was how big his cock was. That was part of the reason he was so incredible in bed. His cock was long and thick, and he could always make her squirt with just a few strokes inside her. He was the first big cock she had ever experienced, and while she had eventually married a man with a very average size, she vividly remembered the way his bigger manhood felt inside her.
Matt pulled the sheet down and moved around the table to work on her other leg. As he did so, Anna lifted her head and glanced at his crotch. He was wearing loose-fitting scrub pants, but she could still see the outline of a sizeable bulge through them. She replaced her head on the table and took a deep breath as he pulled back the sheet on her other leg.
As he began to rub her leg muscles with his thumbs, Anna realized that he had pulled the sheet up a little further on that side. She could feel the cold breeze on the lower edge of her ass cheek, and she knew he had lifted it far enough to see the panties she was wearing underneath. She began to wonder if it was just a random positioning, or if he was having the same thoughts as her. Was he intentionally checking to see if she had stripped completely naked?
Anna could feel herself getting wet. She tried to chase off the thoughts, but the images just became more vivid. She remembered the first time she had seen his cock, the time they had fucked in the back seat of his car, and the time they had spent all day in bed screwing like teenagers. Most of all, she remembered how she had given herself to him anytime he wanted her, because it just felt so good having him inside her.
“Alright,” he said softly as he pulled the sheet back down over her leg. “That ends your session today. I’m going to step out for a few minutes and let you get dressed, and you can meet me outside whenever you're ready.”
He quickly exited the room, leaving Anna alone on the massage bed. She sat up and looked around, feeling the flush in her cheeks. Her nipples were hard, and she was definitely wet. She got up and slipped her clothes on, then took a moment to collect herself.
When she stepped outside, he was waiting with a warm and professional smile. He handed her a mint, a small parting afterthought for all of the customers.
“I hope you enjoyed that,” he said. “It was great seeing you again, and I hope you’ll come back and see me again!”
Anna wasn't sure if he was still just giving his usual script, but she gave him a quick hug and a thank you, then hurried out the door. After paying for her massage, she went out to her car and sat there, staring blankly at her steering wheel. It felt like she had lost control of herself, and for a moment, she felt ashamed. Even if she hadn't acted on them, she had entertained some very lustful thoughts. Even now, sitting by herself, she started to imagine reaching for his bulge, pulling it out and sucking it the way she used to a long time ago. Matt had always fucked her so well, and she was craving that feeling.
Anna shook her head again and chased away the thoughts. She turned the car on and made her way home, still fighting her illicit memories.
Her husband Bill was up and about when she got home. He had made a delicious skillet breakfast for her and the kids. Anna gobbled it down, averting her eyes whenever Bill looked at her. It took her awhile to realize she still felt guilty.
As the day went on, the thoughts about Matt continued to pop into her mind. Once the kids were in bed, she told Bill that she wanted to take a bath, and she snuck off for some quiet time in the tub. While the hot water soaked her skin, she imagined Matt lying in the tub with her. She thought about shifting her hips over his lap and guiding his cock inside her. Her fingers slipped down and began tracing a slow circle around her clitoris as she pictured his cock deep inside her, stretching her open.
Anna couldn't remember the last time she had been with a man other than her husband, but if Matt was there, in their house, in that moment she wouldn't say no to him. Perhaps it was her hormones talking, but she wouldn't hesitate to break her marriage vows to feel his cock one more time.
A small orgasm swept through her as her imagination painted a vivid picture. It gave her some relief, but she wanted more. She climbed out of the tub and dried off, then headed into the bedroom.
Bill was lying in bed reading a book. Anna walked over to the door and locked it, then turned to him and smiled as she dropped her towel on the floor. He wasn't Matt, but for now he would have to do.
Bill took her hint and put his book down as Anna slid under the covers naked and curled up against him. They kissed softly for a few minutes. Her hand found his growing cock and she stroked him through his boxer shorts until he was nice and hard. She pulled it free and turned herself so that she could slip her lips around his waiting shaft.
Anna closed her eyes and pictured Matt’s cock in her mouth. That image seemed to fuel her, and she began sucking her husband’s length with a reckless passion that she hadn't felt in years. Her lips and tongue explored every inch, even moving down to suck on his balls a few times.
Soon, she couldn't resist any more. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted it hard, but she couldn't look at Bill and imagine Matt. She got up on her hands and knees and Bill moved behind her without questioning it. His cock slipped inside her easily, and she suddenly realized she was wetter than she had been in a long time.
Bill grabbed her hips and pounded himself into her, fucking her with the same reckless abandon she had shown with his cock. Anna closed her eyes and imagined Matt behind her, grabbing her body as he took her married pussy. That started another orgasm, but this was much more than the gentle wave she had felt in the bath tub. This was a tidal wave that swept her body until she was clawing at the sheets.
Her pussy tightened around Bill’s cock, milking it with her muscles until he couldn't hold himself back. His cock erupted inside her, filling her with warm, sticky seed. Then the two of them collapsed on the bed, panting like dogs with huge grins on both of their faces.
As the feeling subsided, Anna pulled herself up against her husband and cuddled against him. The guilt was still there, and as much as she wanted to hold it back, she knew it would continue to eat at her.
“I need to tell you something,” she said quietly into his chest.
“That doesn't sound good,” he said worryingly.
Anna felt his heart start to beat faster, and she felt even more guilty. For a moment, she considered not telling him. Then the words began flowing and she couldn't stop.
“When I went to get a massage today, the guy who did it was actually one of my exes that I dated before we met. He offered to find someone else, but I told it was fine. I thought it would be, but then I started having really inappropriate thoughts. I know it's wrong, and I’m sorry. I feel so guilty.”
“So you slept with him today?” he asked bluntly.
“No!” Anna said as she sat up quickly and looked him in the eye. “It was just a massage and some bad thoughts. That was it, I promise!”
Bill laughed and ran his hand through her hair absently.
“That's nothing to feel guilty about. It's a normal human emotion to crave someone, especially someone you were once attracted to. I am wondering one thing, though. What was it that made you start thinking about him in that way again?”
“Well, it was just… I mean…” Anna stammered, searching for the words.
She couldn't tell her husband that she had remembered he was well-hung. No husband wanted to hear that. For a moment, her mind screamed at her to lie, but her face betrayed her inner thoughts.
“Don't lie,” Bill said, chuckling to himself. “Just tell me.”
Anna pressed her eyes closed so she couldn't see his response, then spit the words out like they were poison.
“His cock was the biggest I’ve ever had,” she blurted out.
There was a silent pause, and Anna slowly opened her eyes. Bill was smiling, and when their eyes connected, he didn’t seem to have even a hint of anger behind them.
“That's pretty hot, actually,” he said with a shrug.
“What?” she replied incredulously.
“I mean, if I had dated a supermodel and I told you I sometimes fantasize about her, would you blame me?”
“You’ve never dated a supermodel, though,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
“I’m speaking theoretically,” he said, waving her away. “I just mean it's understandable. Were you thinking about him when we had sex just now?”
Anna hadn't expected him to ask that. She should have, and it completely threw her for a loop.
“I mean… I might have,” she stammered again, adjusting herself against him.
That was when her leg brushed against his cock. Despite just having filled her pussy, her husband was as hard as a rock again.
“Is this turning you on?” she asked, examining his face a little more closely.
“Maybe a little bit,” he said, chuckling to himself. “I can only imagine how you would react having someone bigger than me, and if it makes you act the way you just did, then I definitely wouldn’t be complaining.”
Anna pondered his words for a moment, then decided to try something. She slipped her hand inside his boxers and took his hard cock in her hand, then began stroking it slowly. Bill closed his eyes and sighed softly.
“So it would turn you on to watch another man fucking your wife?” she asked as her hand made its way back and forth.
Anna felt his cock stiffen in response to her words, and she knew the answer without him saying it.
“You wouldn’t get jealous seeing a man with a better cock than you inside me, making me cum, making me beg him to fuck me harder?” she purred, getting more into the idea. “I bet I would cum so much harder if he was fucking me instead of you.”
Bill’s breaths were deep and slow as he closed his eyes and imagined what she was describing. Anna had never felt his cock as hard as it was right now.
“Maybe I’ll let him fuck me without a condom, so he can fill my pussy when he’s done,” she continued. “I bet that would feel incredible.”
Her words were too much for him, and she suddenly felt his cock flexing and twitching. His cum shot out onto her naked thigh, with a few extra drops dribbling out and running down her hand.
Anna felt so turned on, she grabbed Bill and kissed him passionately. She quickly rolled over on top of him and slipped his cock inside her before he could go soft, then started riding him. Her pussy was dripping wet, so he slipped in easily. His cock was still hard enough that she could feel him inside her, so she began gyrating her hips to take full advantage of it.
Bill didn’t go soft. His cock stayed hard, satisfying that itch deep inside as well as it could. The only way it could be completely satisfied would be with a big cock, but Bill’s desire was doing a pretty good job of giving her what she needed.
“I wish I was riding his cock right now,” she whispered harshly in his ear.
Bill grabbed her suddenly and flipped her onto her back, then drove himself down into her. His body slammed against her with a force that she had rarely experienced. Then, just minutes after his orgasm, he pressed himself deep inside her and came for the third time in less than an hour.
Anna was in disbelief. Bill had never performed like that in bed, and his third orgasm once again lifted her to her own climax as she clutched the sheets below her. His cock was still twitching inside her and still rigid, and he pushed a little deeper to drive her even higher. Her vision became blurry and she felt like she was floating on a cloud. Then everything went black and the world disappeared for a moment.
She came back a moment later and found Bill lying next to her, equally spent. She looked over at him and just stared. Who was this man, and where was her husband?
“That was intense,” she said when she found her voice again.
“Yes, it was,” he said, then just smiled quietly.
They both passed out a short time later, without any further discussion of the massage or Bill’s response to her fantasy. Anna spent the entire next day processing what had happened. Her husband had turned into a sex fiend at the idea of her with another man. Did he really want her to do it, or was this just some crazy fantasy he had been hiding? Part of her wondered if he had even known that it would turn him on so much. Perhaps he had discovered something new about himself last night, as well.
A few days passed, and there was still no mention of it. Anna decided it would be a dangerous thing to pursue and it might endanger their marriage, so she decided it was best not to push the idea. If he brought it up, then she might consider it. Otherwise, it was best to just leave it be.
The day after she made that decision, Anna came home and found an envelope waiting on the bed with her name on it. Bill wasn’t home yet, but he had left for work after her and had likely set it out before leaving. She slid her finger under the flap to open it and pulled out a card with a gift certificate inside.
The gift certificate was for an extended ninety minute massage at the same place where she had seen Matt. She looked at the card, where her husband had written a very short and simple note to her.
“This time, take your panties off, too. Hope you enjoy it! Love, Bill.”
Anna felt her heart speed up as she realized that her husband was encouraging her to see her ex again. The whole thing seemed so crazy, but she he had given her exactly what she wanted. She wanted to see Matt again, both for herself and for Bill.
Without second guessing herself, Anna grabbed her phone and dialed the location. She found out that Matt was going to be working there all evening, and he had an opening in an hour that she could take. She accepted and hung up the phone, then went to her messages.
“Thank you for the massage, baby!” she texted to Bill. “I have an appointment in an hour. Would you mind picking up the kids on the way home from work?”
“Certainly,” he replied. “Did you get my message as well?”
Anna looked at her phone with an excited smile on her face. Her mind twisted and spun with ideas and questions. Did Bill just want to tease her? How far did he want her to take it? How far would she be willing to take it? She contemplated her answer, and decided the best way to find out would be to tease him and see what he said.
“I did,” she replied. “I’m just worried that he might try something if I do that, though, and I don’t know if I would be able to say no if he did. Are you sure you are okay with that?”
Anna stared at her phone, waiting impatiently for his answer. A small bubble popped up, indicating that he was typing, then disappeared. It showed up again, vanishing a second time as well. Then it showed up a third time and stayed.
“You can take it as far as you want,” he replied finally. “I won’t be mad. You have my permission to do as much as you want with him.”
Anna bit her lip and smiled ear to ear. Her entire body ached at the thought of fucking Matt, but even more so at the idea of coming home to Bill afterward to have him reclaim her. If the mere idea had inspired him to three consecutive orgasms, she could only imagine how he would respond to her coming home freshly fucked.
Anna dropped her phone and hurried into the bathroom. She showered and shaved, then did her hair and some light makeup. She once again decided on a t-shirt and some comfy sweats, knowing that she would be naked anyway for the massage. She hurried out to her car and made her way to the office.
As she checked in with the front desk, Anna could feel her heart racing again. She was nervous, even shaking a little, in anticipation of what she was about to do, or at least what she was going to try to do. Matt might not be willing to take it that far, or he might have a girlfriend at home. The truth was that she had no idea how this was going to go. All she had was an idea and a fantasy.
Matt came out a few minutes later with that same warm smile on his face and gave her a hug as he said hello.
“Back so soon?” he asked cheerily.
“Well, you did such a great job last time, and it's been a rough week. I figured I deserved it,” she said with a giggle.
“Absolutely,” he replied, then directed her into his room.
After his usual spiel, he left her alone in the room for a few minutes to undress. The door clicked shut, and she took another deep breath. Anna removed her clothes and set them on a stool in the corner, then removed her bra as well. All that was left was her panties. She paused one final time to contemplate her decision, then slid them off and set them on the stool before sliding under the sheet.
Matt knocked on the door a few minutes later, and she called to him to come in. He opened the door, as professional as last time, and set up his things. While he prepared, Anna glanced down and saw that she had pulled the sheet tightly over her breasts. With a quick adjustment, she loosened it and pulled it down until it was just a few inches above her nipples. When Matt turned around, she saw him do a double take before moving around the table and positioning himself behind her head.
“Can we start with me on my stomach?” she asked as he started with her shoulders.
“Of course,” he said, letting go for a moment. “I’ll hold the sheet for you.”
“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” she said, then quickly pulled the sheet down off of her breasts and rolled over.
It was just a flash, but she had given Matt a very clear view of her breasts as she turned over. He froze, apparently surprised at her lack of modesty but clearly enjoying what he saw. Anna smiled to herself as she lowered her head onto the bed and let him go to work on her back muscles.
As Matt set to work, Anna spent the next fifteen minutes just relaxing and enjoying her massage. Just having Matt’s hands on her body was enough to turn her on. She wanted him to fuck her so badly, and she really hoped she could pull this off, both for her and for Bill. Either way, there was nothing she could do yet, so she settled in and relaxed.
Matt covered her back and her arms, then moved down to the lower half of the bed to work on her legs. This would be the moment, the opportunity to take it farther. It really depended on Matt. He pulled the sheet off of her leg, pushing it up once again to the edge of her butt cheek. Anna could feel the cold air of the room drifting between her legs, and she knew he had pulled it back far enough to see that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Matt began massaging her foot, then moved up to her calf. Anna could already feel her body tingling as each motion took him closer to her cleanly shaven pussy. She felt his hands on her thigh, moving closer. His fingers brushed the lower edge of her ass, and that was when she made her move.
“Go higher,” she said softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
She felt him pause, unsure if she was really asking what he thought she was asking.
“Are you sure?” he asked cautiously as his hands continued to work her leg just below her erogenous zone.
His words betrayed both of their thoughts. Matt knew what she was asking, and he clearly wanted to touch her the way he had touched her so many years ago. He had to keep it professional, though, so before he could cross that line, he needed her permission. Once she gave it to him, then anything could happen.
“Yes,” she purred excitedly, feeling her entire body tighten in anticipation.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said quietly before his hands started to explore her body further.
Matt moved up her thigh and began gently massaging her gluteal muscle. That wasn’t where Anna wanted his hands, but she didn’t stop him. His hands went back and forth across the crease between her butt and her thigh, and then one of his fingers slipped between the two and followed the curve down between her legs. Anna inhaled sharply as his hand lightly brushed the outside of her pussy.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. Anna couldn’t see his face, but she could tell he was smiling by just the tone of his voice.
“Yes,” she cooed, then let out a long, slow breath.
Matt’s fingers slid back and forth across her pussy, just barely touching her. He increased the pressure slightly, and she felt one of his fingertips slip between her lips and dip into her wetness before tracing a soft circle around her clitoris. His other hand continued to knead her thigh for a few minutes before sliding down and spreading her pussy lips wide. His probing finger pushed inside her, then slid out and moved back and forth along her slit.
His hands felt magical as they touched and explored her body, feeling every crease and fold. Anna’s hands gripped the bed and she felt her entire body tingling. Another man was touching her, touching her pussy, while her husband picked up her kids at school. She hadn’t fucked him, but she was already a cheater. That should have made her feel bad, but it turned her on more than anything in her entire life.
“I miss the way you used to squirt for me,” Matt said suddenly, and Anna blushed at his words. He remembered.
“Me, too,” she whispered, then moaned softly as one of his fingers darted inside her and retreated. “Will you make me squirt like that again?”
“You know I could only do that when I fucked you,” he said, still wanting to make sure he wasn’t pushing the boundaries without her permission first.
“I know,” she said. “You can use whatever you want.”
“What about your husband?” he asked.
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Sam checked himself in the mirror one last time before he left the house. His button down shirt was slightly askew, so he quickly straightened it out and made sure his hair was still tucked perfectly in place.
Tonight he was going on a blind date. His friend Joey had set him up with a girl named Allie. Joey claimed she was fun and beautiful, but more importantly, she was very open minded. Sam had always been a little unusual when it came to relationships, and he liked having a little kink in his life. He wanted to find someone who could roll with his unusual ideas, and Joey claimed that this girl was the one for him. His friend was aware of his secret interests, so he was cautiously optimistic that this could lead somewhere fun and interesting.
Joey had given Sam her number last week, and after a few texts, they decided to meet up at a bar for a drink first to see if there was any chemistry there. Sam knew that would also be a great opportunity to see if she was really as open minded as Joey had claimed.
Sam wanted to look nice while keeping it casual, so he decided on a pair of jeans to go with his nicer shirt. He wanted to look good, but not like he was trying too hard.
Allie had already sparked his interest when she suggested they make it a real blind date and not exchange pictures beforehand. Instead, they would meet at the bar and she would show up with a red flower tucked into a clip in her hair. Sam was worried that she didn't want to send a picture because she wasn't attractive, but Joey assured him that wasn't the case. The idea had him intrigued, though, and since she had no idea what he looked like, he could always take off if she was extremely unattractive. It seemed like a win-win situation and a fun game to start off the night.
Sam gathered up his keys and wallet, then headed for the door with his heart pounding a thousand beats per minute.
He had never been to the bar they had agreed upon, so the first order of business was to assess the place. It was a trendy spot, which was very obvious the second he stepped through the door. Every seat at the bar was taken, with at least a dozen people standing behind the bar stools. There were a few high top tables open, so he figured they could grab one of those once he found his date.
Sam quickly spotted Allie in the crowd. At first, he only saw the back of her head. She had long blonde hair that draped down her back, with a simple red carnation pinned into a barrette. She was talking to a good-looking guy sitting next to her, but they seemed to be two strangers making small talk while she waited for him.
Sam walked over to her and approached from the other side. The other guy noticed him standing behind her and nodded in his direction.
“I think your date is here,” he said to her.
Allie turned around and smiled at him, and Sam immediately fell in love with her beautiful smile. She was in her twenties like him, with a beautiful face and deep blue eyes. Her smile widened when she saw him, and he took that as a sign that she approved of him.
“I think you're right,” she said, turning back to the other gentleman for a moment. “It's been a pleasure talking to you. Thanks for keeping me company!”
“You must be Allie?” Sam said as her attention returned to him.
“I am, and you must be Sam. Joey was right, you are really cute,” she said with a giggle, giving him that same warm smile. “Should we grab a seat at one of the tables?”
“Sure,” Sam replied.
Allie stood up and grabbed her purse, and Sam
gestured for her to lead the way.
They claimed a table toward the back, tucked into a corner. The waitress saw them right away and swooped in to take their drink order before vanishing into the crowd.
Allie was dressed in a cute little sundress with a floral pattern that spread out across the fabric. She had thrown a thin black sweater over the top of it, giving herself a very simple and down-to-earth look. The dress showed off her figure, slim yet curvy with a nice round butt. Her breasts weren't huge, but were big enough to create a nice amount of cleavage peeking out from the upper edge of the dress.
The conversation was slow at first as they took their first steps, but soon the words flowed easily. They talked about their jobs and their hobbies, the weather and politics, their favorite movies and favorite music. Sam found himself feeling a real connection with her, and she seemed to share that feeling.
Every now and then, he would look at the red flower in her hair and smile. She was intriguing, not like any other girl that he had met. Her attitude was friendly and pleasant, with a hint of smarmy playfulness. Her jokes would sometimes drift toward inappropriate, but she always seemed to pull it back just in time. Sam could tell she was holding back, but he could also tell that she would be a lot of fun even when she let her true self come out. Every now and then he caught a peek of the real Allie, and he kept trying to get her to let her hair down and let go.
They had been talking endlessly for almost two hours when she finally took the conversation in a new direction. A very personal direction.
“So Joey tells me you have ‘unusual tastes’ when it comes to sex, but he wouldn't elaborate,” she asked suddenly win a smirk on her face. “What's that about? Are you some sort of Christian Grey wannabe?”
Sam turned bright red. He grabbed his beer and took a long drink, then waffled for a minute.
“Not exactly,” he stammered as he struggled to figure out how to answer her question. “I do have distinctive tastes, but they are quite different than anything you would read in a soccer mom’s cheesy erotica novel. My interests are a little more unusual.”
“Oh, really?” she said, looking nervous for the first time all night. “Are you one of those guys that likes it when a woman poops on your chest or something like that?”
Sam was taking another sip of his beer when she said that, and he almost spit it out all over her. Instead, the beer went down the wrong tube and he choked hard on it. As he struggled to recover, he began shaking his head vigorously.
“No, no, nothing like that!” he said as he regained his voice and let out a few final coughs. “I’m not that far off the map.”
“Okay, so tell me,” she pressed, leaning in and folding her arms on the table in front of her. “What's your deal?”
Sam summoned his courage, took a deep breath, and then opened himself up.
“I have an unusual fetish. When I date a woman, I enjoy watching her sleep with other men,” he admitted.
Sam closed his eyes tightly, afraid to see the judgmental look she was certainly giving him. He slowly opened one eyelid and was pleasantly surprised to see her watching him with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. She seemed to be mulling it over, so he opened his eyes again and waited for her to answer.
“That doesn't seem that weird,” she said finally, “although I do have a lot of questions about it.”
“Go for it,” Sam said with a shrug.
“Do you have to be there watching, or would it turn you on if she just went out on a date with someone and told you about it after?”
“I prefer to watch, but I wouldn't mind letting her go out on her own from time to time,” he replied quickly. “Pictures or videos make a nice substitute if I can't be there, too.”
“Hmm, okay,” she said, rubbing her chin as she pondered her next question. “How did you get involved in this idea?”
Sam paused before answering. He had long contemplated how he had ended up with such a twisted sexual mindset. He would never be sure of the real answer, but there were always little things that seemed to line up with the idea, making him think perhaps it was ingrained into his consciousness.
“I think it's something that has always been with me, even way back into my teenage years. There were a few incidents that, looking back, definitely indicated an inclination toward it, although I didn't really come into the idea completely until a few years ago.”
“What kind of incidents?” Allie asked, cutting him off.
“Well, the most prominent one was a girl I dated my junior year of high school. She was cute, with big boobs and an okay face. A sweet girl, but a little awkward. We really didn't click well as a couple, but we ended up staying friends after we broke up.
“One day, she told me that she had heard a rumor that my best friend, Matt, was incredibly well hung and great in bed. He never talked about it, so I was a little surprised when she said that. I came up with some half-cocked idea about her trying to sleep with him and see if the rumors were true. I said it jokingly, because I really thought there was no way she would do something like that.
“A week later, she asked me to hang out after school and proceeded to tell me that she had slept with him, and he was in fact quite well-endowed. She didn't stop there though. She proceeded to tell me in excruciating detail the things he had done to her, and how good it had felt. When she finished, she capped it all off by telling me he was at least twice as big as me and much more talented. I should have been offended, but I shrugged it off like I didn't care. When I got home, I jerked myself off all night thinking about it. I think I finished myself off at least a half dozen times that night. She kept sleeping with him, too. They never dated, but she couldn't seem to get enough of what he had to offer.”
As Allie listened to his story, she watched him intently with a stupid grin on her face. It was clear that she loved the idea, but there was still a question as to whether or not she would actually do something like that.
“That's so hot,” she said, giggling a little. “So how did you get into actual cuckolding? I’m assuming you've actually done it before, right?”
“Of course,” Sam replied with a wave of his hand. “I’ve done it with several girlfriends over the years. I started watching a lot of cuckold porn online when I was in college. One of my girlfriends came across some of the sites while borrowing my computer and asked if I really wanted to do something like that, or if it was just a fantasy. When I told her I wanted to try it, she was totally down. She called up one of her exes with a big dick and asked him if he wanted to go out for drinks with us. We didn't even have to tell him what we wanted. After a few drinks, he was flirting with her blatantly, right in front of me. When she invited him back to our place, he jumped at the chance. They ended up fucking all night while I waited in the corner. When he left, she finally started paying attention to me. She was sore, but she begged me to take her. To reclaim her. The sex was intense, and after that, I was hooked.”
“Wow,” Allie said, clearly intrigued by the entire thing. “Is it always that intense afterward?”
“Every single time, in my experience. Sometimes I can barely last more than a few minutes, though, especially with a better bull.”
“Bull? What does that mean?” she interrupted.
“Bulls are the alpha males that join a couple. The woman is usually referred to as a hotwife, and her partner is the cuckold.”
“Gotcha,” she said, nodding. “It sounds like it wouldn't be very exciting for the hotwife if you only last a few minutes, though.”
“Well, she usually gets off several times with the bull, so that part is sometimes just about seeing my reaction. Plus, I’m usually so turned on that I stay hard after my first time, and we just keep going.”
“Okay, that does sound hot,” Allie said as she played with a piece of her hair.
She watched him intently, a smile dancing across her lips as her mind absorbed the idea.
“I have to run to my car and grab something,” she said suddenly, then stood up.
“Oh, okay,” Sam stammered, then recovered with a joke. “Do you want me to wait here, or are you making an exit for the night?”
“I’ll be back, I promise,” she said with a wink and a sly smile.
Sam was definitely intrigued by her. Everything about her was intoxicating, and as she walked away, his eyes followed the sway of her beautiful ass under her loose-fitting dress. She cut through the crowd and disappeared out the front door.
Sam pulled out his phone and quickly shot Joey a text while he had a free moment.
“This girl is amazing!” he typed, then hit send.
“Good!” Joey replied a moment later. “I think you two could have a lot of fun together. She just texted me, too. She says she's having a great time. Looks like we might have a winner here.”
Sam smiled at his phone like a stupid teenager realizing his crush likes him back. He shook it off and continued typing.
“That's great to hear! I’ll keep you updated,” he said, then tucked his phone back into his pocket and sipped at his beer.
Five minutes passed, then slowly turned into ten minutes. Sam started to fear that he had been stood up. Then he finally looked around the room and everything came together in a single moment of understanding.
Allie was sitting at the bar next to the guy she had been talking to when he first walked in. This time, though, her body language toward him was much different. Her entire body was turned toward him, her long, smooth legs crossed right in front of him for his viewing pleasure. She was playing with her hair again, twirling it around one of her fingers. It was something that she seemed to do when she was interested in someone.
As Sam watched her, she glanced in his direction and gave him a devilish smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing. They had only met a few hours before and she was already cuckolding him.
The guy she was talking to was in his twenties, and handsome guy with a short goatee and a sharp jaw line. His shoulders were thick and broad, and he seemed very confident. Sam found himself wondering if the stranger had asked about her date. Had she already told him he could fuck her, or was she building up to it?
The stranger said something funny, and Allie laughed hard as she placed her hand on his thigh and leaned in closer. Sam felt his cock stirring at the sight. She was absolutely beautiful, and he couldn't imagine a better choice for a hotwife.
Allie continued to chat up her target while Sam sat alone at his table, nursing his beer. Her eyes would occasionally turn in his direction to make sure that he was still watching, and it was clear that she was fully invested in her game with him. She wasn't flirting with the stranger because she wanted to fuck him, although it was clearly on her mind. She was doing this to test Sam’s limits and see how cuckolding affected him.
Allie’s hand was still on the guy’s thigh, stroking his leg as they grew closer. Every now and then, she would lean in and whisper something in his ear, and he would often respond with a shake of his head, like she had just suggested something inappropriate. He had a huge smile on his face though, so whatever she was suggesting wasn't enough to scare him off.
After one particularly long whisper, Allie nodded in Sam’s direction. The stranger turned and looked at Sam, watching from his table in the corner, and gave him a nod. Sam felt his cheeks burn red with embarrassment as he realized that she was definitely taking this even further. She had actually done it. She had told a random stranger about her date, and probably about his fetish as well. How far did she intend to go with this?
After a few more words, Allie stood up. The stranger stood up with her, then followed her as she crossed the bar to their table.
“Sam, I want to introduce you to my new friend, Chris,” she said, gesturing toward him. “Chris and I were just talking, and we’re both dying to fuck each other’s brains out. I told him that this was our first date, but you have a thing for watching. He said he’d be happy to help us out. What do you think?”
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It all started on a warm Spring afternoon. Before that night, my ex-wife Sarah and I had a fairly normal relationship.
We had met almost seven years ago at a concert, where we were introduced by a mutual friend. From there, it was a whirlwind relationship filled with passionate sex and crazy adventures. We traveled to Paris, spent a week on the beaches of St. John, and did a few cross country trips. Within a year, we were married, and a year after that, our son was born. Things seemed to be going along decently, until that initial fire started to fade. Once that happened, we both realized that, despite a mutual respect for each other, we were two very different people.
The divorce was quick and painless, and in the end, it really was the best thing for both of us. It had been a year since everything was finalized, and while I still missed being with her, we remained friends and occasionally did things together with our son, Jackson.
More than anything, the one thing I really missed was the sex. Sarah was a beautiful blonde with a slender frame and full breasts. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, and that alone was enough to draw me to her sexually. Our hobbies and interests may have been wildly different, but when we were naked between the sheets, we always moved well together.
Part of the reason for our impressive sexual chemistry was our different backgrounds. I grew up in a very liberal household and went through a phase in college where I experimented with a lot of alternative sexual activities. As a result, I am very open-minded to new and different ideas. Sarah comes from a more traditional family where vanilla sex was the norm. When I began sharing the dirty ideas that went through my mind with her, it seemed to bring out another side of her; a deep, dark side that she was almost afraid to admit existed. The ideas always turned her on, but she hesitated when it came to actually trying something out of the ordinary. I struggled to convince her to let go and follow her desires, because when she did, she became a sexual demon.
We had enjoyed a healthy sex life for most of our relationship, although things did taper off in the months before the topic of divorce came up. There was one fantasy that I had never been able to convince her to try, though.
I had always wanted to watch Sarah with another guy. Ideally I would have wanted to watch her fuck him, but I would have been perfectly content to hear about her exploits afterward. Maybe it was the timing, but I had never been able to catch her in just the right mood to go through with it.
That all changed on that night.
It was a Tuesday night. Sarah had to be at work early the next day, and Wednesdays are one of my days off, so every week she would drop him off at my place so he could sleep in. On that particular night, Sarah’s family had been out to dinner celebrating her sister’s birthday, so she had warned me that she would be dropping him off late. I knew he would likely be asleep by the time she got there.
I was sitting at the dining room table, going through some paperwork. It was almost nine when I heard a quiet knock on the door, followed by the sound of the door handle turning. Sarah let herself in, just as she usually did, and made her way to Jackson’s bedroom with his limp body passed out on her shoulder. The kid always slept like a rock once he was asleep.
I watched her make her way down the hallway to his room and tuck him in before coming back to the living room. Usually she dropped him off and left, but this time she came over to the dining room table and took a seat.
“Hey, you,” she said affably.
“Hey,” I said, putting down my pen and looking up. “How is everything?”
“Everything is going well,” she said. “Things are busy at work, so that's good. Jackson’s teachers said he’s being doing great in class, and he's super friendly with the other kids. How about you? How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing alright. I’m in line for a promotion at work, so if that goes through, I think I might be able to buy my own place instead of renting this one.”
“That's great,” Sarah replied with a smile. “Have you been dating at all?”
“Not really,” I shrugged. “I’m focusing on myself and trying to get my head into a better place. I really need that before I can jump into a relationship of any sort.”
“That makes sense,” she said quietly.
Sarah averted her eyes from me, looking down at the papers on the table. I knew that look. It was the look she got every time she was nervous about discussing something. It was the same look she had given me the night she told me she wanted a divorce.
“I don't like that face,” I said, closing my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Sarah looked up at me sheepishly and faked a half-hearted smile.
“I need to tell you something, but I don't want you to hate me,” she said. “I really want to be upfront and honest about this, but I know you aren't going to want to hear it.”
“Just say it.”
“Do you remember Jacob?”
As soon as she said his name, I felt my stomach drop. Jacob had been in Sarah’s life for several years by the time we had met. She would always tell me about the special connection between the two of them, and how something always seemed to get in the way. I had always been nervous that someday he would come back for her and I would lose her. When I proposed, I even brought it up. She assured me that she loved me and she would never let him ruin our marriage. Now our marriage was no more though, and she was free to do what she wanted.
I nodded.
“Well, we started talking again a few weeks ago. I don't know if it will lead to anything, but I don't want to hide anything to you, either. You and I have been working so well together, and I felt I at least owed it to you to be honest.”
The thought wrenched my mind, but in the end, I came back to the same place that had helped me get through the divorce. Getting mad or jealous or angry wouldn't change the fact that we were better off not being in a relationship together. If she didn't want to be there, then getting angry wouldn't change that. In the long run, it was better for Jackson if I could put aside my petty emotions and work together with her for his benefit.
“Well, if that's what you want, then I hope it works out for the best. I really hope he steps up this time and doesn't hurt you the way he did before.”
Sarah looked down at the table again and pursed her lips. I could tell from her expression that I had just hit a sore spot, and that she likely had the same concerns about Jacob not standing up for her. There was something inside her that drew her to him though, and she couldn't ignore that. She had to face it head on once and for all and see what would come if it.
I had always known that I saw the world differently than other men, but on that day, I truly realized how different I was. As we sat there silently at the table, something interesting happened. I imagined my ex-wife with her beautiful naked body wrapped around an anonymous male figure. I had never seen this guy except for maybe a fleeting glance in some old picture, but I found myself getting aroused rather than jealous. I began wondering if he was better than me in bed. I wondered if his manhood was bigger than my average size.
That's when I found myself asking questions that I knew I shouldn't be asking, questions that I probably didn't want to know the answer. There was a part of my mind that did want to know, though.
“If I ask you a question, will you promise to answer me honestly?” I started, unsure of how far I was going to take this. “I mean, we’ve come this far. I won't be upset if you tell me the truth.”
“Of course,” Sarah replied, looking up at me hopefully. I could see how important it was to her for me to be okay with this.
“Did you ever sleep with him while we were together?”
“No!” she exclaimed sharply. “I swear I never did. We talked here and there, but I never met up with him.”
“What about since the divorce? Has anything happened recently?”
Sarah looked away again, her face riddled with guilt. That was enough to tell me the answer, but for some reason I wanted to hear her say it.
“Just tell me,” I pushed.
Sarah sighed deeply, then started.
“I ran into him about six months ago. We started talking and decided to head somewhere to grab a drink. We spent a few hours catching up, and when he invited me back to his place, I said yes. We ended up spending the night together.”
My soul howled inside. The jealousy was definitely there, but it was just a small part of my inner turmoil. My mind began actively constructing a picture, imaging the two of them at a bar. Jacob would say something to her, and she would begin laughing uncontrollably until tears spilled out of her eyes. I imagined him asking her to come over, and Sarah biting her lip excitedly and nodding, knowing that she was about to embark on a crazy night of great sex. I imagined them going back to some anonymous house where he lived, stepping through the door and ripping each other’s clothes off as they struggled to make it to the bedroom.
All of those images flooded through my head, and my cock stirred. I pushed them away and tried to think of something better, but I couldn't get rid of them.
“Was it good?” I asked bluntly, no longer filtering my words.
“What do you mean?” she asked with a puzzled look.
“Was the sex good that night?” I continued.
Sarah’s brow furrowed angrily. The question almost seemed to annoy her.
“Why would you ask me something like that? I’m trying to be nice about this, not trying to hurt you more. Please don’t be like that.”
“I didn't mean it like that,” I said with a chuckle.
My pants had grown tighter as I felt my erection swelling. I reached down and adjusted my crotch a little to relieve the pressure. Sarah noticed, and her eyes grew wider.
“Wait, are you getting turned on by this?” she asked incredulously.
My cheeks suddenly burned red with embarrassment, like she had just discovered some deep, dark secret. It really wasn't much of a secret though, since she knew a lot of the twisted sexual ideas that went through my brain.
“Don't act surprised,” I said. “I’ve asked you to sleep with other men before. I just never expected it to be after we were divorced.”
Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She stared at me coolly while her mind processed what was going on.
“So that really does turn you on?” she asked, still a little taken back. “I always thought that was some sort of test to see if I would stay loyal to you.”
“Not at all,” I replied. “I use to fantasize about it all the time, in fact.”
“Oh, really?” she said as a smile crept across her lips. “Who did you think about when you imagined it? Who did you picture in bed with me?”
“It changed over the years. When we took our honeymoon in St. John, I thought about bringing back one of the islanders to our apartment for a fun night. One time I imagined you inviting the neighbor over while I was at work. It really depended on what guys I saw you hanging around with at the time”
“I can't believe you,” she said, burying her face in her hands. “This is just crazy.”
“Of course it is,” I said. “You know how my mind works, and you know how kinky I get. We may not have had a lot in common, but we always had the most incredible sex when you went along with my twisted ideas. How is this any different?”
“I guess it really isn't,” she said with a disbelieving shrug. “I mean, you’re right. The sex was always great with you, and I loved the things you would come up with to turn me on.”
“You still haven't answered my question, though,” I said, not giving up that easily.
Sarah stared at me, the wheels in her mind turning as she tried to decide if she wanted to play along or push it away. I met her eyes with an unblinking gaze, daring her to take the first step. She was never one to back down from a challenge, and today was no different.
“Yes, it was good,” she said, never breaking eye contact. “The whole time we were talking at the bar, I kept thinking of how good he always made me feel. I wanted to fuck him the moment we sat down, but I tried to be good. By the time he invited me back to his place, I was already wet thinking about sleeping with him again. The second we stepped inside his place, we started kissing. We managed to make it upstairs, and we spent the rest of the night fucking. He made me cum at least ten times that night. My whole body was sore the next day.”
As she spoke, her faint smile turned into a devilish grin. I could she was still holding back, testing the waters to see what I liked and what was too much. Every word she said fueled my arousal and made me want to feel her incredible pussy wrapped around my own cock. I was jealous, but I wasn't angry or upset. This was even hotter than I had ever imagined it would be.
“Does he have a big cock?” I asked, pushing her further. “Bigger than mine?”
Sarah laughed again and rubbed her face. When she looked up again, her face was beaming with confidence.
“He is. A lot bigger, actually. I mean, I was always happy with the size of yours, but there is something incredible about feeling a cock that fills me up completely. I never felt that with you.”
Her words were demeaning, but they were honest. That made it even better. I was confident in my own sexual prowess, but knowing that he could offer her something that I never could made it even more thrilling to imagine.
“Do you have a picture of him?” I asked, trying to put a face to the name I had heard so many times before.
Sarah picked up her phone and moved around the table so that she was standing next to me. She flipped through some pictures until she found one of him from one of his social media accounts, then turned the screen toward me.
Jacob was tall and built, with broad shoulders and firm muscles that showed through the t-shirt he was wearing. I’m a pretty average-looking guy, so it was clear that the size of his cock wasn't the only thing that he had going for him in Sarah’s eyes.
I turned my head to look at Sarah, but because I was sitting and she was standing, my eyes found her beautiful body instead. She was dressed in a pair of short little shorts and a white tank top with a plain white bra poking out from under it. When I finally looked up at her face, I realized that she had just been watching me while I was staring at her body.
Without saying a word, Sarah reached down with her free hand and cupped my growing erection. Her touch made my cock twitch and swell even more. She squeezed tightly, then leaned down and kissed me.
I slipped my hand around her head and met her lips with equal fervor. There was a fire in that kiss, just like the first kiss we had ever shared. When she pulled away, she lingered for a moment and stared into my eyes.
Sarah glanced down the hall toward Jackson’s bedroom, then looked toward the door to my room. They were on opposite sides of the living room, giving me some privacy when I wanted time to myself. Jackson was already a deep sleeper, but he would never be able to hear anything going on in my room.
“Come in the bedroom,” Sarah said, then pulled me by the hand.
I followed behind her, wondering where she was going. Usually I was the one to take the initiative with the kink, but she clearly had her own agenda for how this was going to go down.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, we resumed our kiss. Sarah pulled me toward the bed, pulling my shirt off as we went. She pushed me down onto the edge of the bed, then dropped to her knees in front of me and started unfastening my shorts frantically. I lifted my hips and she slid them off, freeing my cock. It was already harder than I had felt in a long time.
Sarah grabbed the shaft and slipped her lips around the tip, while my mind floated off into Neverland. For a moment, I forgot all about Jacob, until her words brought me right back to it.
“Yeah, he’s at least twice as big as you,” she said as she paused her oral ministrations to give me an evil grin.
Her words aroused me to the point that my cock was throbbing. Sarah was clearly please when she saw the strain on my face, and she sank her lips around my cock again without another word. Sucking my cock while thinking of the guy she had always wanted seemed to turn her on as much as it did for me. She took me into her mouth and ran her tongue along the underside until my balls were aching for release.
Just when I didn't think I could take it anymore, Sarah let go and stood up, then peeled her shorts and panties off. She left the tank top on and bent over the bed right next to me. Her eyes looked at me and practically begged me to fuck her. There was no way I could say no.
I stood up and moved behind her, rubbing the tip of my cock back and forth across her wet slit. Sarah moaned longingly and pushed back, trying to take me, but I pulled back to tease her a little more.
“Please fuck me,” she pleaded, her fingers gripping the sheets.
The tone of her voice as she said those words destroyed my resistance. I pushed forward and my cock slipped inside her. She had never felt this wet before, and I knew that once again my depraved ideas had found their way into the most primal parts of her mind.
My hands gripped her hips and I began driving my cock into her waiting pussy. Sarah cried out as her entire body grew tense. Within minutes of filling her with my manhood, her entire body erupted in an intense orgasm. Jacob may have had the advantage of size, but I knew her body and I knew how to touch her to make her cum quickly.
I pulled out and Sarah rolled over onto her back. She lifted her legs and spread them wide, opening her pussy up before me. I smiled and slid inside her again, but now it was time for her to tease me.
“Don't you wish you could watch him fuck me?” she purred as our bodies collided. “You could see how hard I cum when he fills me with that thick cock.”
“Yes,” I grunted, “but I would want to feel you after. I want to fuck your pussy after he’s done with you. Do you want that?”
“Maybe,” she replied with a wry grin. “Maybe I’ll just make you jerk off all over yourself while you sit and watch how a real man fucks me. And when he’s done, you can clean up my freshly fucked pussy with your tongue.”
My mind swirled with thoughts and emotions. I was jealous that she wanted him. I was angry that she was going to be his from now on. More than anything, though, I wanted to show her that I could make her cum just as hard as he could.
I grabbed her waist and started driving my length into her with all the force I could muster. Another orgasm spread through her body, and she pulled away from me. I wanted to take her even higher though, and when I took hold of her and continued to drive myself into her pussy, she arched her back and her entire body lifted off of the bed. I finally pulled free and she went limp on top of the comforter.
“Fuck!” she cried. “Oh my god, I don't remember the last time I came that hard.”
There was a permanent grin plastered on her face, but we still weren't done. Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me down on top of her, kissing me hungrily. She rolled me to the side and straddled me, then lowered her pussy down onto my length. All I could feel was the warm wetness that enveloped my cock, and I felt like I was in heaven.
“Do you think he’ll like it when I ride him like this?” Sarah purred in my ear, driving me crazy with jealousy again.
I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back, taking control once again. I grabbed her hands and held them over her head, pinning them to the bed.
“Next time you fuck him,” I whispered as I drove my length into her, “I want you to come here so I can clean your pussy and feel his sloppy seconds. Do you understand?”
Sarah opened her eyes and looked up at me with a mischievous grin, then nodded slowly. She was letting me control her, but we both knew exactly who was in charge. All of the power was in her hands.
Her hips swiveled up to meet me, and I felt my orgasm drawing closer. I imagined Jacob fucking her like this, his body hovering over her as he pounded her with his big cock. There was one last question in my mind, one last thing I needed to know.
“Did he cum inside you when he was done?” I muttered through my clenched teeth.
“Yes,” she said with that same evil smile on her lips, “but you can't. I want you to pull out when you cum for me.”
With those words, Sarah told me very clearly what my role in this game would be. Jacob was her alpha male, her primary lover. If she allowed me, the beta male, to touch her, it would be under her rules, as a submissive to both her and Jacob. That meant that he would be the only man allowed to fill her pussy from now on. If I wanted to stay a part of the game, I would have to follow her rules.
My cock grew harder, and I felt the orgasm blossom in my belly and spread down into my groin. Every muscle grew tense, and I pulled my cock free and aimed it at her pussy. White fluid shot from the tip, landing on her naked mound. Sarah reached down and ran her fingers through it, then moved lower and began rubbing the lubricant over her swollen clitoris. I watched in awe as she once again brought herself to orgasm with the help of my cum.
As her climax subsided, I climbed off the bed and grabbed a towel. Sarah cleaned herself up, then slipped her shorts back on. When she was done, she approached me and slipped her arms around me for one last kiss.
“Next time, I think I’ll bring you a present,” Sarah said, then gave me a final peck on the lips. “I should get home now, though. Good night.”
She ducked out the bedroom door and was gone. I knew this wouldn't be our last encounter, and I was excited to see how our new game would progress. One thing was evident: Sarah and I were far from done with each other.
May 4th
The next step in the game came very shortly after that. I received a text from Sarah that was blunt and straightforward.
“Jacob and I are going out to dinner tonight. I think I may ask him if we can go back to his place afterward. Would you like me to stop by on my way home?”
My heart raced as I read the text. My fantasy was on the brink of becoming a reality. She would be coming to me freshly used by another man. I had no idea how this would pan out, but I was excited by the possibilities.
“Absolutely,” I replied once I had gotten ahold of myself.
“Great. I will let you know when I’m on my way over. I hope you're ready for me.”
The rest of the day seemed to tick by at a snail’s pace. I kept myself busy at work, and once I had picked up Jackson, he was enough to distract me. We had just finished dinner when I heard my phone beep. I picked it up and found a message from Sarah.
“Do you think he’ll like this outfit?” the message read.
There was a picture as well, showing Sarah dressed in a sexy black dress. It hugged her body perfectly, and once again my cock stirred. She wasn't wearing that for me, she was wearing it for him. She had chosen it to get his attention, but she seemed to get a rise out of teasing me with it as well. I almost wondered if she had tried even harder knowing that she would be pleasing both of us.
Jackson and I sat down for a movie. and once it was done, I put him to bed a little early. I returned to the living room and dropped myself onto the couch.
As I waited, my mind refused to settle down. It had been several hours since she had sent me the picture. Were they back at his place yet? We're the two of them in bed, fucking like rabbits? Did Sarah have her lips wrapped around his thick cock at that exact moment? I had no way of knowing or finding out, but that didn't stop my mind from constantly imagining it.
At first, I found myself absently touching myself, rubbing my cock through my shorts to relieve the tension. As I grew more aroused, I began rubbing myself for longer periods of time. I didn't want to cum before she got there, but I decided it wouldn't hurt anything to play a little. It only took a few strokes to bring me close to orgasm, so I slowed down whenever I felt myself getting close to the point of no return. It wouldn't take much to send me over the edge.
It was starting to get late when I finally received the text I had been waiting for.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. I have a present for you, as promised.”
My heart began racing again, and my cock stiffened. It was about to happen. Sarah was about to make me a real cuckold for the first time in my life.
Ten minutes later, there was a light knock on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning. I jumped off the couch and hurried toward the entryway. By the time I got there, Sarah was standing just inside the door waiting for me.
She was still wearing her little black dress, looking exquisitely sexy. When her eyes met mine, I could see a hint of both guilt and nervousness. She had clearly had a few drinks. She stood before me, freshly fucked, her hair a mess, and her dress slightly askew. Our eyes met and the guilt disappeared, replaced with a lustful and mischievous gaze. Without saying a word, I walked up to her and kissed her hard on the lips.
I could smell her perfume, mixed with an unfamiliar odor. It was a masculine scent, like a man’s cologne, and I knew that it was his scent. Her lips tasted salty. These were the same lips that had been sucking another man’s cock a short time ago. She stood there in my arms, kissing me back lustfully. I wanted to take her right there, but she had other plans.
Sarah pulled away from me, then grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom. Once we were inside with the door closed, she pulled her dress up and off, then slid her panties off. She hadn't been wearing a bra, so she now stood before me naked. Her eyes met mine again, and she beckoned to me to come closer as she climbed on the bed and laid down. Her legs parted and her pussy opened up before me. I knew exactly what she wanted, even without her saying a single word.
I crawled onto the bed and moved between her thighs, preparing myself for what I was about to do. As I got closer, I could smell the scent of his cum and I hesitated, but Sarah wasn’t going to allow me to back out.
“He came inside me,” she said calmly and confidently. “I want you to lick me clean until it's all gone. I want you to taste the man who fucked me. My body belongs to him, but you will always be my useless cumrag. Now get to work.”
I ran my tongue across the outside of her labia. The taste of his seed was faint, mixed with the sweat of their physical interaction. I pressed my tongue deeper inside her and tasted the salty sweetness that I had never tasted between her legs before. I knew right away that it was him I was tasting, his cum dripping from my ex-wife. I drew it into my mouth and swallowed, eating another man’s cum for the first time.
My hormones fired violently, and suddenly I wanted more. I wanted to be her submissive, to do anything she asked of me, no matter how taboo or perverted. I wanted to satisfy her every wish, to submit to her and worship her like a goddess.
“Tell me,” I pleaded, wanting to know the details as my tongue explored the folds of her sex.
“He took me to dinner again. After a few drinks, we left to go to his place. When we got into his car, he started kissing me. It felt so good, so amazing. He makes me feel so sexy. I asked him to take me home, but before he could pull out of the parking space, I had him help me pull his cock free. He started driving, and I sucked him off the whole time. I think a few people even saw my head bobbing up and down in his lap while we were waiting at stoplights.
“As soon as we got back to his house, we hurried inside. He led me upstairs to his bedroom, then he started to undress me. While he was looking me up and down with his eyes, I found myself imagining you in the corner, watching me show off for him. He told me how beautiful I looked, then pulled me into his arms and started kissing me. I fell back onto the bed, and he slipped down between my legs to taste how wet I was. His tongue explored me just like you are right now, touching those same exact places.
“It felt good, but his cock was what I really wanted. I grabbed him and pulled him up onto me, and he slid inside me. I cried out so loud, I think his roommate heard me screaming his name. He fucked me so good, tossing me around and taking me in so many different ways. He made me cum at least five times. And when he was ready to cum, I told him I wanted it inside me. He loved that. He grabbed me and pumped me until I felt him explode inside me. Can you taste him?”
I mumbled in agreement as I buried my tongue deeper inside her, digging for more of his cum. I licked hungrily, and Sarah squirmed under the probing tip. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled me deeper until my face was buried in her slit. I kept going, licking her until I could no longer taste his semen, until I had cleaned every drop from her used pussy.
As I savored her sex, my cock throbbed and ached for release. I wanted to fuck her, to show her I could please her just as well as he could. I crawled up over her body until I was face to face with her, then kissed her while my cock hovered above her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely in my ear.
My manhood slid inside her easily. She was dripping wet from me licking the cum out of her pussy, and when she felt my cock fill her, she let out a languid moan. I pressed my body down into hers, coming together in a passionate embrace. Thrust after thrust, her cries grew louder, until she erupted below me in an intense orgasm.
As her climax passed, she looked up at me with a devilish glint in her eye.
“Mmm, I wish your cock was as big as his,” she cooed. “When he fucks me, I cum so much harder than I do with you.”
I gripped her tighter, slamming myself into her with even more force. I wanted to show her I could please her as well as he could. I wanted to make her beg for me to cum inside her, even though she had told me I wouldn't be allowed.
“Oh, look at you trying though,” she giggled, taunting me. “It doesn't matter how hard you fuck me. Your little cock will never be able to do what his does.”
I pulled my cock free and rolled her over onto her stomach. I jumped behind her and slammed my cock down inside her, pressing her head down into the bed as I put everything I had into making her cum. That did the trick, and I felt her body growing more tense below me. Her pussy tightened around my cock, massaging my member as I rode her hard from behind.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried as she reached another orgasm.
Her muscles tightened even more and suddenly I felt myself soaring past the edge of control. I could feel my body preparing to fill her with my seed, and she sensed it, too.
“Not inside me,” she growled. “That's only for him.”
Sarah’s words drove me even further, but I knew better than to ignore her command. I pulled my length out and pressed it along the crack of her ass. Warm cum shot across her lower back.
I felt like my body was trying to exude every drop of semen in one single blast. It was the hardest I had cum since she first told me about Jacob. When I was finally done, I collapsed onto the bed next to her, both of us panting to catch our breath.
“Well that was a lot better than using my hand earlier,” I muttered jokingly, still riding my sexual high.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah’s brow furrow suddenly as she turned and looked at me. I didn't realize it at the time, but that one statement changed everything.
“You were touching yourself earlier?” she asked.
“Well, yeah,” I stammered. “I kept imagining you and Jacob together and getting turned on. I didn't cum or anything.”
Sarah scooted up next to me so that she was inches from my face. She leaned in like he wanted to kiss me, giving off an aura that drew me closer. Just before our lips met, she stopped.
“If you want to continue this game we have going, then you are going to have to follow a few rules for me.”
Her tone seemed so innocent, but her words quickly revealed a much more sinister endgame. She took my cock in her hand and began stroking it slowly as she spoke.
“From now on, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless I am present, or I give you permission in advance. Your orgasms are now under my control and whim. I promise I won't torture you too much, and I’ll make sure you are allowed to feel some release every few days, but if I find out that you aren't following my rules, you won't be allowed to touch me ever again. Do you understand?”
I nodded silently, but that wasn't enough for her.
“Say it,” she said sternly.
Sarah’s hand suddenly tightened around my cock, squeezing it until it was almost painful. I gasped, but she kept her grip. My shaft had been shrinking after my orgasm, and somehow the sudden surge of pain had the opposite effect that had expected. It slowly grew harder in her hand, and she smiled when she realized I was enjoying her torture.
Sarah released her grip slightly and began stroking my length. It only took a few minutes before I was completely hard again. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation.
Sarah’s hand disappeared, and I felt the sudden searing pain as she smacked my balls. I flinched reflexively, but somehow my cock stiffened at her touch. She resumed her stroking motion, stopping every few minutes to deliver another slap.
After several minutes of torture, Sarah grabbed the shaft a little harder and started pumping it rapidly. Another orgasm swelled inside me and my fingers dug into the sheets. When I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful naked body lying against me, it was enough to finish me. My muscles contracted, sending my second load flying into the air and all over my belly. Sarah’s hand slowed down as she milked the last few drops out. When she knew I was done, she took her hand and rubbed it on my chest like a dirty rag.
Sarah leaned in and gave me one final kiss, a slow, sensual kiss, then climbed off the bed and grabbed her dress.
“That was fun,” she said with an eager smile. It was clear that she loved this game as much as I did.
She slipped her dress on and grabbed her purse, then turned back to me with a frank expression on her face.
“I was serious when I said that you aren't allowed to touch yourself. I’m in control of your orgasms now, and if I find out you’ve been lying to me, then your fun will be over.”
“I will,” I replied, “but just make sure you let me get off every few days. Any more than that and you know I get cranky.”
Sarah giggled and nodded agreeably. She grabbed the last of her things, leaving her cum soaked panties behind as she exited.
Over the next month, Sarah ended up visiting me at least two to three times a week. Sometimes she would show up fresh from visiting Jacob, while other times she would linger after dropping Jackson off, just long enough to tease me and make me jerk off for her.
The game was fun, but it also grew repetitive after a while. We fell into a routine, until that one night when Sarah stepped up and took it to a whole new level.
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Ethan stepped out onto the back deck of the house and opened one of the coolers. The party didn't start for a few hours, but it was his 25th birthday and he wanted to get started early with a cold one. He grabbed one of the lawn chairs and sat down on the deck to enjoy the last few hours of sunshine with a beer in his hand.
His phone dinged in his pocket, so he pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
“Hey, baby! I’m heading to the mall. You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday!” the text from his girlfriend Devon read.
“I told you what I want,” he replied jokingly, “but you can't get that at the mall.”
“What are you talking about?” she replied, then moments later added, “oh, no! Not this again! I’m not getting you a picture of me sucking a big cock!”
Ethan had often fantasized about watching Devon with another guy. She was a beautiful girl, a few inches over five feet and incredibly sexy. Her body was tight and firm, with average size breasts that fit her tiny frame. Her hair was a dark brown, almost to the point of being black, and her body was covered with a variety of tattoos, small ones placed here and there with no rhyme or reason.
Ethan knew Devon loved him, and he knew that he always satisfied her in bed. His cock was about average though, and he often wondered how she would respond taking a cock twice his size. Would it turn her on more? Would she cum faster? Would she cum more often?
He had suggested it to her a few times, but she always brushed it off, usually with a slap to his shoulder. That didn't stop his mind from picturing it though.
Ethan had even gone as far as finding a suitable candidate in case she ever said yes. He often pictured her with his good friend Chris. It was well known among his circle of friends that Chris had a monstrous cock, which is why the women always tended to gravitate toward him. They were out drinking a few months ago, and Ethan had admitted that he wanted Chris to fuck Devon. His friend was more than happy to oblige. Now he just needed Devon to agree to it.
As a last-ditch attempt, Ethan had told his girlfriend that he wanted a picture of her holding a big cock. It was a bit of a long shot, but worth a try.
“Well, you asked what I wanted, and that's what I want!” he replied, standing firm.
The screen was silent for several minutes. Ethan was starting to think he wasn't going to get a reply when it dinged again.
“I suppose you have someone in mind for this idea. I don't usually ask my guy friends how big their cocks are, so I don't even know who would qualify.”
“I know someone who would do it,” he replied simply.
“Who?”
“Chris said he would be happy to do it,” Ethan answered quickly.
“You already talked to him about this?!” she exclaimed, clearly upset.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry.”
“How am I going to look him in the face at the party tonight knowing that?” Devon continued. “All I’m going to be able to think about is him wanting to fuck me now.”
“That sounds like a good thing to me,” he said, laughing aloud as he hit the send button.
“Ugh! You're lucky it's your birthday!”
Devon went silent after that, and Ethan relaxed for the next few hours away. The idea slipped his mind for the time being.
A few of Ethan’s closest friends showed up early, but most people wouldn't be there until later in the night. Devon showed up about an hour after them, looking perfectly sexy. She was wearing a tight little miniskirt that barely made it halfway down her thighs, and a tight tee shirt that showed her slim figure. Ethan knew that she was probably wearing something sexy underneath, since she had promised to fuck his brains out later that night.
Ethan was sitting on the back deck when she got there. He was surrounded by a half-dozen friends, including Chris, when she came out and immediately sat down in his lap. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a big birthday kiss. A few guys shuffled nervously, a few others laughed and whispered to each other, and one of them even whistled as the couple made out for a minute.
“Happy birthday,” Devon whispered lovingly.
“Thanks, baby,” he replied, then hugged her tightly.
Devon stayed in his lap until she saw some of her friends, and then she jumped up to go say hi to them. He didn't see much of her over the next few hours while the two of them mingled with their friends and guests. Every now and then, their paths would cross and she would surprise him with a loving kiss. They were both drinking, and every time he saw her, her speech was a little more slurred and her kisses a little more affectionate. She was always more fun in bed after a few drinks, so she was going to be a party in the sheets tonight.
It was about halfway through the night when everything changed. Ethan had been carrying his phone around with him in case someone messaged him a birthday greeting or needed directions to the house. He was talking to a few old friends from high school when he felt it buzz in his pocket. He excused himself from the conversation and pulled his phone out.
The message was from Devon.
“Did you really tell Chris that you wanted him to fuck me?” it said plainly.
Ethan wasn't sure if she was upset or interested, but he had to assume she was mad based on her earlier reaction. Still, he decided it was better to be honest with her.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he replied. “I should have talked to you about it first.”
“What did he say about me when you asked him?” she continued a minute later, ignoring his apology.
Ethan stared at his phone with a puzzled look, then glanced around for Devon. This would be so much easier if he could see her expression, but she could be anywhere. There were dozens of people throughout the lower floor of the house and spilling out into the backyard, and it would take him a long time to find her.
He turned back to his phone and took a deep breath before continuing. There was something in that last text that caught his attention, a hint of curiosity.
“He said you were smoking hot, and he’d be happy to do it. I told him I really wanted a picture of you going down on him, and he said if I could convince you to do it, he would make sure to get pictures of it for me. He also asked me if you were good at sucking dick.”
“What did you say?” she replied moments later.
“I told him you were the best I had ever been with,” Ethan answered. “He seemed pretty happy with that answer.”
“I can't believe you,” Devon shot back
Ethan cringed. He had likely just blown his chance for mind-blowing birthday sex with his girlfriend. Then his phone went off again and he looked down.
“So how would this go down?” she asked.
Ethan stared at his phone, blinking slowly. He was convinced he had read that wrong. There was no way she could change her mind that fast, right?
“Do you mean with Chris? Are you serious?” he asked.
“Yeah. I mean, I love you, don't get me wrong,” she said. “I would never cheat on you under any circumstance, but Chris is hot, and if that's what you want to see, then I guess I can handle that.”
After doing a few excited leaps in his head, Ethan went back to his phone and began typing furiously.
“That would be so hot! Okay. Find him and ask him to follow you upstairs to my bedroom. Make sure you lock the door so nobody walks in on you, then tell him that you want to take some pictures for me. I’m sure he’ll know exactly what you are talking about.”
“Okay,” she said finally. “I’m going to go find him right now. I’ll probably wait until we’re done to send the pictures, though. Is that okay? Are there any rules I should follow?”
“Yeah, you can send them after,” Ethan answered. “As for rules, you’re free to do whatever you want. I trust your judgement.”
“Do you promise me that you aren't going to get mad and break up with me after this, or try to sleep with another girl because of it?”
“No, I swear!”
“Good, because that's not going to happen! You’re mine!”
“Always!” Ethan replied, trying to contain his excitement.
“I’ll text you in a bit,” she said, and the phone went silent.
Ethan returned his attention to the party and talked with the guests. He kept his eyes peeled, looking for either Devon or Chris, assuming he would see one if he found the other. Every few minutes he would get stopped by another acquaintance, many of whom wanted to wish him a happy birthday. He tried to keep moving, but he couldn't seem to find them.
About ten minutes had passed when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and found another message from Devon.
“Found him. We’re heading upstairs. Cover for me if anybody asks where I went!”
Ethan looked away from his phone toward the stairs just as the two of them were heading up to the bedroom. Devon was walking up first with a nervous smile on her face, while Chris followed close behind, staring at her ass as it swayed back and forth with every step. They disappeared out of his view, and he knew in that moment that his greatest fantasy was about to become a reality. It was really happening.
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Eric kept looking at the numbers on the computer screen, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make them work. There were too many bills, and not enough money coming in.
Eric’s wife Jillian was sitting next to him, but she had no idea how to help. She had lost her job last week when her company had to trim some excess, and that left them in a tough position financially. There weren't a lot of jobs out there in her field, and it would take some time to find another opening that would pay well enough to make up what they needed.
They had been together since they graduated high school, almost ten years ago at this point, and this was by far the worst things had ever been. The money was the biggest obstacle, but it had also started to bleed over into the rest of their marriage. The added stress meant more fights, and their sex life was almost non-existent.
Eric looked at Jillian. She was a beautiful woman, smart and driven. Her persona was very conservative and vanilla though, and she often held herself back out of fear, especially during tough times like these. He always tried to take that stress out of her life and handle it himself, but this time he just couldn't make it work.
Jill lifted her eyes and looked at him, clearly seeing the stress on his face as well.
“There is another way we could bring in some more money,” she said hesitantly, “but I don't think you’d like it.”
Eric looked at her curiously, and she blushed when she noticed his eyes on her.
“We don't have to do this,” she continued, “but I was talking to Eve and she said I should try doing the amateur night at the strip club across town.”
Eric stared blankly at her, flabbergasted. He would never have expected her, of all people to suggest something like that. She would never have suggested something like that on her own, but it made sense to know that Eve was involved.
Eve was Jill’s free-spirited friend who was always up for an adventure. Her wild lifestyle was a stark contrast to Jill’s more conservative demeanor. Sometimes Eric would get frustrated, especially when Eve would get Jill into one form of trouble or another, and sometimes he wondered how the two of them had never gotten arrested. For some reason, Jillian could never let loose around him like that, but maybe this would be the moment that she did.
Physically, Jillian would do well as a stripper. Her blonde hair and beautiful face made her desirable by most men’s standards, and her body was fit and toned. Her breasts were full and perky, slightly bigger than one would expect for a body like hers. She had also studied dance, so she would know exactly how to move her body.
The real reason that Eric was surprised was because Jillian had always been very modest. She hated going to the beach because she felt too exposed in a bikini. Now she was talking about getting up on stage in front of a bunch of men and removing all her clothes. She would be exposing the most private parts of her body to them.
“Of course Eve would suggest that,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m sure she's probably tried it a few times herself.”
“She has, actually,” Jill replied, laughing along with him. “She said she made a lot of money. They paid her five hundred dollars just for dancing on the stage, and she made another five hundred giving lap dances afterward. That's a grand just in one night!”
That would be enough money to take a lot of the pressure off them, but Eric was still hesitant about it. He didn't hate the idea, but he was worried if she would be able to go through with it. There was also something else about it that gave him a weird knot in his stomach, but he couldn't quite figure out what that was.
“Do you think you could actually do something like that, though?” he asked her.
“I don't know,” she said, blushing. “It would be out of my comfort zone, but it also sounds exciting. I would definitely need a few drinks first, but I think I could do it.”
Eric mulled the idea over in his head. There was still that certain something that was eating at him, but they needed the money. If she was willing, then he couldn't really argue with her.
“Let’s do it then. When’s the next one?” he asked.
“Tonight,” she answered, pursing her lips guiltily.
“Wow,” was all Eric could muster in response.
“I know, but that means less time for me to get nervous and back out. Right?”
Jillian looked at him anxiously, but when he nodded, she smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss.
They pulled up the website for the place that Eve had recommended and found out that the amateur performers started at eight that night. That gave Jillian a few hours to get ready, so she hurried into the bathroom to shower and shave. She wanted to look her best when she got up on stage, so she took a little extra time getting ready.
When Eric came into the bedroom an hour later, he found his wife going through her underwear drawer. She had already chosen a pair of black and red lace panties, and she was looking for the right top. He came up behind her and pulled out a black corset that she had pushed aside.
“This one,” he said. “It’s my favorite, and the guys will love it.”
Jillian looked at him with a devilish smile. It was almost as if she enjoyed having him pick out what she would wear on stage in front of all those other men.
That was when Eric finally realized what the knot in his stomach was. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he loved the idea of his wife stripping naked in front of a room full of strangers. He loved the idea of them looking at her, lusting after her. He loved the idea of her giving a lap dance to a total stranger, turning him on before walking away with his money. There was just something about the idea of his wife letting out her inner slut that turned him on. He still wasn't convinced she would go through with it, so perhaps that was what was holding him back. There would be nothing worse than getting excited about the idea and having her back out at the last minute.
Eric watched as Jill slipped the corset around her body and zipped it up in the front. She stopped and threw him a seductive look, and he felt his cock stir. His wife looked stunning.
Jillian added a pleated schoolgirl skirt, then found a long coat to cover herself up on the way there. Once she was ready, they headed out the door. It took about twenty minutes to get to the club, a squat building with a nondescript sign bearing the name “The Club” in grey letters. Eric had driven through this area dozens of times and had never even noticed it was there.
They parked out front, and Eric looked at Jillian one more time. This was her last chance to back out without anybody else knowing, but there was something in her eyes that told him she wouldn't. She was nervous, but he could also tell she was excited as well.
“Are you sure about this?” Eric asked openly.
“Yeah,” she replied hesitantly. “I think so.”
“You don't have to go in if you don't want to. I won't make fun of you.”
“I know, but I think I want to,” she admitted, averting her eyes.
“Good,” he said, “because I want you to do it, too.”
Jillian looked up at him, realizing what he had just said. He wasn't letting her do it. He wanted her to do it. He was as excited as she was. That made her smile grow even wider. With a final nod, they got out of the car and went in.
The inside was one large room, with a small hallway off to the side leading to a private area for lap dances. There were small cubicles along one side of the hall, each with its own loveseat for the guys to sit on. Small dividers separated each one and gave the customer a little privacy.
In the middle of the main room was a large round stage with a low countertop stretching around it. There were chairs all along it, many of them filled with customers trying to get a closer view of the girls on the stage. There was a petite brunette dancing at that moment, and she had already stripped down to just a small G-string. She was attractive, with soft curves and large breasts that bounced and swayed with every movement.
There was a small table near the door where the bouncer was collecting the cover charge. Next to his cash box was a sheet of paper where the women had to sign up for amateur night. Jillian asked how it worked, and the bouncer explained that new girls get one song, and if the crowd response is good, they can come back for more songs. After signing a waiver, she would also have the option to give private dances, but it wasn't a requirement.
As Eric paid his cover charge, the music shifted to a new song and the DJ announced the next girl.
“Gentlemen, please welcome Sapphire to the stage!”
Eric laughed at the lack of subtlety on her choice of name, and when he turned around, his jaw dropped to the ground. Sapphire was clearly a stage name, but Eric knew her real name. The woman who had just sauntered onto the stage in just a bra and panties was Jillian’s friend, Eve.
Eve was beautiful. Although Eric had never seen her in less than a bikini, she always seemed to show a lot of skin when they went to the beach. He would never admit it to Jillian, but he had fantasized about her from time to time. She was a sexy brunette with the same tan and toned body as his wife. He had always found it odd that his wife had become friends with someone that was the polar opposite of her, but the two of them were often inseparable. It seemed that Eric would finally get the opportunity to see her naked.
Jill was completely unfazed when she saw Eve and clearly knew that she would be there dancing as well. Perhaps Jill had even suggested going tonight because she knew her friend would give her that extra push to get up on the stage. Eve could be very persuasive, especially when it came to bad behavior.
Jillian grabbed Eric’s hand and dragged him toward the bar to get a drink while Sapphire jumped on the pole in the center of the room and spun around it. He followed Jill, but continued to watch the stage in hopes of getting a good view of her friend’s naked body.
As the bartender poured their drinks, Eric watched Eve reach behind her back and unhook her bra, slowly letting it fall from her body. Just as he had imagined, her breasts were big and firm, and just as perky as his wife’s. When she made eye contact with him and winked, he felt his cock stir again.
Eric followed Jillian to one of the tables tucked in the back, far away from the stage. She untied her coat and let it drift open slightly, testing the waters. A few guys turned to try to get a glimpse of her body hiding beneath the coat, and that seemed to fuel her confidence. She smiled at Eric and bit her lip sexily.
While he had been entertained by his wife’s first steps toward being a slut, Eve had somehow stripped naked, finished her song, and exited the stage before Eric could catch a glimpse of what she had between her legs. He was kicking himself inside, but hopefully she would return to the stage again at some point to give him a second chance to see all her goods.
Eve emerged from the backstage room a short while later wearing a tiny little dress. The bottom half was a mini skirt that was so tight, he could see that she wasn't wearing panties under it. The top half was a loop of fabric that loosely covered her front and wrapped around her neck. Her boobs, clearly free of any restraint, swayed under the fabric with every step.
Eve gave Jillian a hug first, then stepped back and looked her up and down.
“What is with this coat?” she barked. “Take that off right now!”
Jillian blushed and tried to hide her face behind her hand, but there was no escape. Eve wasn't going to give up. She reluctantly stood up and slowly peeled the coat away from her body to show off her corset and skirt. A lot more guys were watching now as she exposed her sexy corset and schoolgirl skirt. It wouldn't be long before those same men were watching her naked.
Once she was satisfied with Jill’s look, Eve turned to Eric. He had always felt nervous around her, mostly because she was smoking hot and he didn't want Jillian to get jealous. Eve seemed to pick up in his shy interest though, and she often enjoyed making him even more nervous.
Tonight, she seemed to enjoy it even more.
Eve bypassed Eric’s outstretched hand and gave him a big hug. She pulled her body tightly against him, letting him feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel his cheeks burning as she let go and threw him another wink.
Eve ordered a round of shots for the three of them, and then another. Once Jillian had some liquid courage in her, her friend grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the backroom. It was clear that Eve was eager to get her on the stage before her nerves got the best of her.
Eric sat alone and nursed his beer, feeling a good buzz already. A few of the girls would stop and try to chat him up for a lap dance, but he politely declined each time so that he wouldn't miss it when Jillian came out. His heart raced as he waited. Soon the music died down, and the DJ announced a new girl.
“Gentlemen, please welcome Starlight to the stage!”
The sound system started blasting a cheesy eighties rock song about hot girls, and that was when Eric saw his wife strut out on stage in almost nothing. The skirt was gone, leaving just the corset and her panties. She had a smile on her face that radiated confidence though, and all the guys cheered as she came out.
Jillian took a swing around the pole, handling herself well. Eric wondered for a moment if she had been practicing for this with Eve, before realizing that they had been planning this together for a while now. He could see the stage fright on her face, but a few wolf whistles from the crowd seemed to help her confidence.
She danced around the edge of the stage, making a quick loop first as she got her bearings. As she passed along the side closest to Eric's table, he got a great view of her. That's when it really sank in: Jillian was up on the stage of a strip club in just her panties and the corset that he had picked out for her. Every one of those men staring at her were now fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck his wife. This was really happening, and he loved it.
Jillian stopped at one spot where there were a few particularly loud guys. She dropped to her knees on the stage in front of them and began grinding downward as if she was riding an invisible man underneath her. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed lustfully as one of her hands travelled down the length of her body and slipped between her legs. Then she leaned forward and gave them a closeup view of her cleavage spilling out the top of the corset.
The guys loved the show, but she didn't have time to linger, so she moved on and kept repeating it for different men. Everywhere she stopped, the men would stack bills on the edge of the stage. Jill used her body to knock them down, always giving them a show while she did so.
The first song wound down and it was time for her second song. Most girls waited until the second song to take off the rest of their clothes, so this would be the moment of truth.
Jillian headed to the pole at the center of the stage and did one quick loop, then stopped and faced a few guys who had given her a good payout the first time. She watched them intently as her fingers pinched the zipper and slowly pulled it downward. When it hit the bottom, the corset fell away from her body and revealed her bare top half to everyone. Her breasts swayed slightly above her tight, flat stomach. There was another loud cheer from the audience, who seemed very pleased with what she had shown them.
Jillian moved to the end of the stage and started to make her way around again. At her first stop, she turned her back to a group of rowdy guys. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down, bending over as they moved down her legs. Eric got a clear view of her exposed pussy while she was bent over, and he knew that every other guy on his side of the stage had gotten the same glimpse of his wife’s tight pink slit.
Jillian stood up again and turned toward the guys, then squatted down and ran her hands along her inner thighs. Her pussy spread wide open for the strangers, and she smiled and blushed as they got extra loud in response.
Once again, she made her way around the stage and stopped to dance for a few other groups. With every stop, she became more brazen. By the time she got to the last group of guys, she was down on her knees with her ass pointed toward them and her legs spread wide, grinding sexily with the beat. Her shyness was gone now, and she wanted the audience to see every inch of her body.
The song finally came to an end, and Jillian hurried to gather her dollar bills. She left the stage with wads of cash in her hands and her lingerie tucked under her arm.
A few minutes later, Jillian and Eve emerged from the back room. Jill had put her corset back on, but had left her skirt off. She strolled confidently through the room in her panties.
“I just made two hundred bucks, and they said they want me to dance a few more times later!” she said giddily as she shimmied up close to her husband. “Eve wants me to go mingle and see if I can get some guys to buy lap dances. Are you okay with that?”
Her hand brushed across Eric’s crotch and she felt his erection straining against his jeans. After that, she didn't even wait for his answer.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said with a giggle. “I’ll be back.”
Jillian gave him a quick peck on the cheek, threw back one more shot, then turned to follow Eve. They headed straight for one of the busiest tables, a huge group of a dozen guys who looked like they were out for a bachelor party.
Eric watched from afar as Eve, the more extroverted one, introduced Jillian to the group. They both flirted openly with all the guys, and at one point Jillian ended up sitting in the future groom’s lap. Her ass had to be pressed up against his cock as she smiled and laughed at everything he said. His hand slithered up and he wrapped his arm around her waist, and she made no attempt to stop him.
It didn't take long before Jillian and Eve stood up, followed by two men. The groom had chosen Jill, which seemed somewhat ironic considering that she was the only married one between the two girls. Eve had different guy in tow. Both men were in their early twenties and clearly drunk. The four of them headed to the bouncer waiting outside the hallway, where they paid for their first dance before disappearing down the hallway.
For Eric, the next ten minutes were excruciating. His wife was in a secluded room with another man, where she would remove all her clothes before grinding her naked body against him. He felt jealous, but only because he couldn't watch the action. It really made no sense in his head that he would be turned on by his wife flirting so wantonly with other men, but somehow she seemed to enjoy it in the same way. In fact, she seemed to be teasing him with it.
As another girl danced on the stage, Eric paid close attention to the song blasting out of the speakers. Each lap dance was the length of a complete song, but customers would sometimes stay for a few songs at a time, paying for each one. The more songs a guy wanted, the more money Jillian would get.
The first full song came to an end, and Eric watched the doorway for the girls. Eve emerged moments later with her guy, waving goodbye and thanking him. She made her way across the room to the table where Eric was waiting, but Jillian was still nowhere to be seen.
“Hey, big boy,” Eve said suggestively as she approached him. “Are you having fun?”
Eric didn't know how to tell her that he was actually loving this whole thing. Admitting that might seem kind of weird, and he wanted to try to keep that between him and Jillian.
“I’m doing alright,” he said. “Where’s Jill?”
“I think her customer wanted to go for another song. He seems to really like her, so she might be in there for a while.”
Eric felt his stomach tighten and his cheeks burn, but he forced a smile for Eve. Her breasts swayed freely below her dress and he found it hard to maintain eye contact. Eve picked up on that and moved closer to him.
“You can look if you want to,” she said, placing her hand on his arm and stroking it softly. “You’ll have to buy a dance if you want to see them without the dress on, though.”
Eve looked at him with a sly grin that said she was only half joking. If Jillian wasn't here with him, he might have even been tempted to say yes.
“I think Jillian might be a little upset with me if I took you up on that offer,” he said.
“Why don't we ask her?” Eve said, and tilted her head toward the hallway.
Jillian had just emerged with the groom. His face was flushed and he looked like he had thoroughly enjoyed her show. She gave him a quick hug, and his arms slipped around her waist and held her a little longer than he should have. After that, she waved goodbye and came back to their table.
“I think your husband wants me to give him a lap dance,” Eve announced loudly as Jill got closer to them, “but he's worried you’ll be mad. Can I?”
“Well, I just got thoroughly fondled by that guy, so I guess he should be allowed to have some fun, too.”
Her words were like a punch to the gut, both arousing and frustrating. The customers weren't supposed to touch the girls, but he had also heard that some dancers were more relaxed with that rule. If Jillian didn't stop the guy and the bouncer couldn’t see them, then the customer could do pretty much whatever they wanted.
Eric drifted into his own mental space as he pictured Jillian grinding on the stranger, pressing her naked body against him as his hands cupped her breasts. A total stranger had just groped his wife, and he loved it.
Eve snapped him out of his daze by grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the back hallway. Jillian giggled and waved to her husband as he trailed off, then headed toward a table full of several well-dressed gentlemen in their forties. Eric wanted to see who her next customer would be, but Eve poked him in the ribcage and made him pull out a twenty to pay the bouncer. He passed the bill to the hulking doorman, then followed her into the dark hallway.
Eve pulled him past several empty rooms and took him all the way to the last room at the end. It was far from the bouncer, which allowed her to be a little more risqué. This was probably where Jillian had taken her first customer so that he could touch her while she danced for him.
Each room had a love seat with a divider wall on each side. At the end of the hallway, there was one extra room on the opposite side, and Eve chose the last seat right across from it. The extra room was empty right now, but another girl would probably be coming in soon to use it.
Eve pushed Eric down on the couch and took a seat next to him, draping her long, smooth legs across his lap. He was very familiar with her body, and he could see her toned and sculpted figure under the fabric of her skimpy dress.
“You aren't supposed to touch me while I do this,” Eve whispered in his ear, “but I’ll I've you a free pass. Just make sure Jake doesn't see it if he comes down this way.”
Before Eric could respond, the previous song finished and it was time for Eve to start her dance. She pulled her legs back and jumped up to straddle his lap so that she was looking right into her eyes. Eric maintained eye contact with her out of habit, but she quickly corrected him.
“I know you want to be a good husband, but this is a strip club,” she said as she lifted herself up slightly and moved closer to him. “You’re supposed to look at my body, not my eyes. I know you want to look at my tits, so do it.”
Eve’s breasts were right at eye level, and as soon as she directed him to do so, he looked down at them. The plunging neckline of her dress left her cleavage exposed, and he could see the soft curve of each globe through the thin fabric of her dress. She wasted no time in showing him what he wanted to see, as she lowered her head and slipped the halter portion of her dress off her neck. She whipped her hair back and ran her fingers through it, and as her arms went up over her head, she arched her back and her full breasts pressed outward inches from Eric’s face. Her nipples stiffened instantly in the cold air, and Eric fought back the temptation to wrap his tongue around one of them.
Eve gyrated her hips against him with the music, grinding her mound into his lap. Her breasts swayed even more without the dress, and Eric was mesmerized by them. Once she had completely turned him on, she slid off the couch and stood in front of him. Her hips swayed with the music as she slipped the rest of her dress off her body. For the first time, Eric got a view of the cleanly-shaven triangle where her thighs came together. Eve lifted one of her legs and placed her foot on the couch next to him, parting her thighs so he could see her beautiful pussy. She ran her fingers across her tight, pink slit and parted the labia for him.
Eve then turned and dropped into his lap, laying her body back against him and pressing her hips down against his throbbing cock. Her hands grabbed his and pulled them up to her breasts, where she pressed his palms against her bare globes. Eric squeezed them eagerly, experiencing his wife’s best friend in a way that he never thought he would. He had no idea when he woke up this morning that this was where he would end up tonight.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Eve quickly pushed his hands off her body in case it was the bouncer. Seconds later, Jillian came around the corner with another customer behind her. She glanced at Eric and Eve, then led him to the couch opposite theirs.
The customer was an older gentleman with a few specks of grey in his jet-black hair. He was wearing a dress suit, but he had undone the top buttons and removed his tie. Jillian guided him to the couch and sat down in his lap, her arms slipping around his neck as she looked at him seductively.
Eric felt his breathing deepen. He wanted to watch his wife dance for the stranger, and it seemed the opportunity was about to present itself. Eve seemed to read his mind.
“Do you want to buy another song with me so you can watch them?” she whispered sexily in his ear.
“Yes,” he said breathlessly, and Eve giggled against him.
“I had a feeling you’d like this, you naughty boy,” she said.
The song ended and Jillian stood up in front of her client. As she prepared to dance for him, Eve laid back against Eric and leaned her head on his shoulder so she wouldn't block his view. His growing erection pressed against her bare ass, and she wiggled her hips slightly to tease him as they watched.
Jillian was facing the businessman, swaying gently with the music. Within the first few seconds of the song, she unzipped her corset and tossed it aside. With just her panties on, she dropped down onto the couch and straddled him. Her hips moved side to side over him, pressing down against his lap. She pulled closer to him and pressed her breasts into his face with no modesty or hesitation.
Eric couldn't see Jillian’s face. He could only see her ass, clad in those sexy black lace panties, as she rubbed herself seductively against the stranger’s body. After teasing him for a few seconds, she stood up and turned her back toward her client. Her eyes met Eric’s and she smiled knowingly as she bent over and slipped her panties off, giving the other man a perfect close-up of her tight little ass and the bare lips of her pussy. As she came back up, she sat down in his lap and stretched out her naked body against him. She watched her husband attentively, but continued to press her naked ass against the anonymous businessman.
Eve was watching excitedly too, and she decided to use the opportunity to tease her closest friend. She took Eric’s hands just like she had before and placed them on her breasts. He kneaded them gently, enjoying the feeling of another woman’s breasts in her hand.
Jillian glared at Eve, then responded by taking her client’s hands and placing them on her breasts as well. The stranger groped her, pawing clumsily at her beautiful chest. Eric’s mind raged with a sudden flash of jealousy, but his cock pressed even harder against Eve’s ass. He let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, pressing up against her. Eve moaned quietly and wiggled her butt harder, while shooting Jillian a smug look.
Jillian spun around again and returned her attention to the customer, pressing her entire naked body against him as her lips drifted inches from his, just out of reach. Eric found himself wondering how far she would take it, and if she would really kiss a total stranger. Eve looked back over her shoulder at him and ran her hand down his leg.
“Doesn't she look so beautiful?” she purred softly as she teased him. “I bet he wants to fuck her.”
Before Eric could respond, the song ended and Eve jumped up. She slipped her dress back on, then grabbed Eric by the hand and dragged him away. Jillian was still in the stranger’s lap, probably gearing up for a second song, but Eve refused to let him stay.
“Come on, let’s give them some privacy,” she said, then pulled him back to the table.
Eve ordered a few more drinks and they sat and watched the girl on stage while they waited for Jillian to return. Three songs ticked by before she finally emerged with a giddy smile on her face. She hurried over to Eric and snuggled up close to him like she wanted something.
“How did I do?” she asked him, not even mentioning Eve’s teasing lap dance. “Did I look sexy?”
“Stunning,” Eric told her honestly. “I’m sure he agreed if he kept you back there for that long.”
Jillian laughed and blushed. There was something hovering behind her eyes, a question she was holding back.
“What's wrong?” he asked her, trying to get her to spit it out.
“That guy just paid me two hundred dollars!” she blurted out. “That's fifty bucks per song! Between my dances and being on stage, I’ve already made five hundred dollars!”
“That's great!” he replied. “So what's that look then?”
Jillian looked at him sheepishly, then finally answered.
“Well, if I stay here all night, I would probably make another five hundred dollars. That guy I was just dancing for offered me three grand if I go home with him. Three thousand dollars!”
Eric felt a sudden lump in his throat as he realized what she was asking.
“But you have to sleep with him, right?” he asked, his heart starting to race.
“Yeah,” she said, becoming quiet again.
“I don't know about that. I’m a little nervous about letting you go home alone with a complete stranger.”
“Well,” Jillian replied, “I wouldn't have to go alone. He said you can come with us and watch if you want.”
Eric looked at her with a stone-faced expression. He didn't know if she was serious or if this was some elaborate joke she had fabricated with Eve, but as she watched his reaction, it became clear that she was dead serious.
“I don't know what to say,” he said finally. “I mean, that's a lot of money. It's been really hot watching you dance for these guys, but that's a lot different.”
Jillian looked at him timidly, then moved closer to him. She ran her hand softly across his cheek, then leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
“You don't want to see another man fuck me? You don't want to watch me suck his cock, pleasure him, and make him cum just for me? Then you can fuck the shit out of me afterward and reclaim your wife. Please? It’ll be a lot of fun.”
The lump was still in his throat. Jillian had just painted an incredibly erotic picture for him, and it made his hormones surge. He could deny it all he wanted, but the truth was that he wanted to see his wife fuck another man. He would even be willing to let her do it if she didn't get paid, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
“Okay,” he said finally, taking a deep breath.
Jillian smiled at him and kissed him softly on the cheek.
“Good, baby,” she said. “I'm going to do one more dance on stage and then we can leave.”
With those words, Jillian turned and made her way backstage. Eric’s mind was so consumed with what was about to happen, he could barely even focus when she came out onstage again and started peeling her clothes off again. He had been aroused by the idea of stripping for a roomful of men when they first got to the club, but now that paled in comparison to what his shy, timid wife was about to do. He watched her naked body twisting and moving on stage, and all he could think about was her wrapping herself around a total stranger as he plunged his hard cock into her married pussy.
The song ended and Jillian made her way offstage with an armful of money. She came out a short time later with her corset and skirt on, then slipped her long coat over it. She turned to Eve first and gave her a quick hug and kiss, then took Eric’s hand and led him across the room to the table full of businessmen. He glanced back at Eve, who gave him a wink and blew a kiss in his direction.
The two of them made their way across the room to the table where the older gentleman with flecks of gray in his hair was waiting for her with his friends. He stood up when he saw Jillian approaching and shook hands with his friends at the table, then excused himself from their company. He began walking toward his date for the rest of the evening with a beaming grin on his face.
As the stranger approached, Eric could assess him a little better in the slightly brighter light of the main room. He had guessed that the guy was in his early forties, but he might have even been a little older than that. His body looked thin and toned though, and he had a strong chiseled jaw that would make most women go crazy.
He slipped an arm around Jillian, and she made no attempt to stop him. In fact, she let her body slide up against his “like they were longtime lovers and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Honey, this is James,” she said. “James, this is my husband Eric.”
James offered his hand, and Eric shook it firmly.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” he said. “Your wife is absolutely beautiful. I’m sure we are all going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
There was something about James that didn't sit well with Eric. Maybe it was his smug confidence at knowing that he could buy a night with another man’s wife. Maybe it was because he thought he could fuck her better. Either way, Jillian seemed to drink in his energy. Her smile was radiant when she was looking at him.
They made their way outside and went to James’s car, a sleek black Porsche that was probably worth more than what Eric made in an entire year. As soon as she saw his car, Jillian turned to her husband.
“I’m going to ride with him. Why don't you follow us in our car?”
Eric felt his blood boil with jealousy, but her suggestion made sense. James was a customer, and she wanted to give him the best experience for his money. She gave Eric a quick peck on the cheek, then slipped into the passenger seat of the sports car.
It took about fifteen minutes to get to James’s luxurious house, hidden in a small town nearby. Eric pulled his car into the driveway behind them and got out to join them. As Jillian climbed out of the car, her face was flushed.
“This is going to be a lot of fun,” she said, clearly still a little drunk. “His cock is huge!”
“How do you know that?” Eric asked naively, furrowing his brow.
“Because I was feeling it with my hand the entire drive,” she said.
Jillian had a very proud look on her face. She took her husband by the hand and he realized she was passing him something. He looked down and saw her panties. With a playful giggle, she turned and hurried to her potential lover’s side.
The inside of the house was just as luxurious as the outside, filled with ornate golden mirrors that looked like they belonged in a French king’s palace. The rooms were huge, and the furniture looked expensive. Three thousand dollars was probably chump change to this guy.
“Welcome to my home,” James said confidently. “Why don't you two have a seat in the living room and I’ll grab us a few glasses of wine. Let me take your coat, too.”
He helped Jillian out of her jacket, then disappeared into the other room. They made their way into the living room, where Eric sat down on one of the two couches. Jillian took a seat on the other and gave her husband a mischievous grin. She was sitting by herself to make herself available to James when he returned. Eric was left sitting by himself, just like he would be for the rest of the evening.
A few minutes later, their host returned with three glasses and handed one to each of them. He then took a seat next to Jillian and she slid up close to him. Eric felt his cock stir again as the stranger slipped his arm around Eric’s wife and placed his hand on the curve of her hip.
They made small talk for a few minutes, but Jillian was eager to get down to business. She leaned forward and placed her glass on the coffee table, then turned toward James. Her hand went to his cheek, and she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. This was really happening. Jillian was kissing another man.
James reached over with his other hand and put it on her bare thigh, letting it slide up under her skirt as they made out. Jillian pulled closer to him, getting even more into the kiss as his hands explored her body.
Jillian pulled back after a few minutes and looked at James as she slowly unzipped her corset for him. Once she had freed her breasts, she moved back into his arms and resumed their kiss. His lips began to wander, and he moved down her neck as she reclined on his couch. Her eyes fluttered closed, but when James reached her nipple and pulled it into his mouth, she gasped sharply and looked directly at her husband with her eyes wide open. Her body squirmed under her lover’s tongue, but her eyes stayed glued to her husband as she bit her lip excitedly.
James’s hand moved further up under her skirt, and when she closed her eyes again and sighed deeply, Eric knew that he had found her pussy. He could only imagine how wet she must be right now, especially since she seemed to be loving this entire experience.
James explored her body, sucking her nipple harder as his fingers probed her sex. Jillian began moaning softly and ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, moving faster with every stroke. Her cries grew more urgent, and soon she was clutching at him as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
Her climax subsided and she pulled him into a hungry kiss. James’s hands reached out to explore her body, but Jillian pushed him away and stood up. It was her turn. She crossed the room to Eric’s couch and stopped in front of him, then looked at him condescendingly.
“Undress me,” she commanded him.
Eric didn't object. He sat forward and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her dress and slowly slipped it over her hips and down her legs. Jillian stepped away from him naked and returned to her waiting lover, then dropped to her knees in front of him.
Jillian’s fingers carefully unbuckled his belt and worked it loose, then unzipped his dress slacks. James had already started unbuttoning his shirt, and as she slid his pants down, he peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He was left in a pair of snug boxer briefs that showed off the outline of his sizable member.
Jillian started to massage the sizeable bulge through his underwear. Her eyes were on James, contemplating what she was about to do. She hesitated, trying to hold back, to move slowly and seductively, but she couldn't fight her urges. It was no longer about the money. She wanted to fuck him, and she wanted her husband to watch it happen. She wanted to be a slut.
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Mark pulled at the knot of his tie as he stepped into his hotel room and dropped his briefcase on the bed. It had been a long day of business meetings, but it was finally over. At just past five, he had three hours before he was supposed to join up with his colleagues for dinner and drinks.
He took off his dress shirt and slacks, then pulled out some jeans and a simple t-shirt for later. Right now, he was perfectly content to relax on the bed in just his boxers and a white undershirt.
Mark hated these monthly business trips, but it was a requirement of the job. He was working as one of the chief executives of a large restaurant chain. Every few months, the regional executives would meet up for a conference with the heads of the company. It was rough to spend an entire week away from his wife Amber every few months, but the fact that they lived in pure luxury was enough to make up for it.
Mark had acquired a lot of wealth very early on, and by his early thirties, he had built himself a powerful network of financial friend who helped him grow his riches until he could live comfortably amongst the upper class.
As he lounged on the clean white sheets, Mark’s thoughts turned to his wife. A lot of people would consider her to be a trophy wife, and by all accounts, she certainly would qualify as such. She was an average height, with a perfect toned body. Because she didn't have to work, she spent most of her days keeping her physique in pristine condition. She exercised several hours a day, and maintained her smooth blonde hair and perfect skin with regular visits to the salon and spa.
They had met early on in Mark’s career. She had always pushed and motivated him to do more, and a lot of his success was due to her support. Now he could provide for her, and he loved that. As much as she looked like a trophy wife, she had worked hard and shown her dedication to her husband. She made him happy, and he loved to make her happy in return.
The only area where Mark felt like he didn't really measure up was in physical appearance. Amber was stunning, especially compared to his average appearance. She was always incredibly loving with him and never complained about his performance in bed, but it occasionally occurred to him that it would be impressive to actually see her with an equally beautiful man.
With a few hours to kill, Mark pulled out his phone and decided to text her to see how she was doing.
“Hey, honey! How are you?” he messaged her.
“I’m great baby! I can't wait for you to get home tomorrow.”
“I know,” Mark replied. “A week is way too long to be apart from you.”
“Yes, it is. I need you to get back and fuck me again. I’m getting tired of my toys!”
Amber had a very healthy sexual appetite. She was often waiting for him at home in some form of lingerie when he got back from work. For trips like this one, she had purchased a huge array of toys to satiate her needs while he was away.
“I’m getting tired of my hand,” he replied sympathetically, laughing to himself.
“Well, just one more night and then we can see each other,” Amber answered with a hint of optimism. “What are you up to tonight?”
“I’m just going out with a few of the guys from the team tonight. How about you?”
“I have that dinner tonight with Linda and her husband, Jack. The one you were supposed to go to before they called you down there,” she said with a hint of aggravation.
Linda was an acquaintance from the neighborhood. She wasn't a particularly pleasant person, but she was running for some leadership position at the local country club, and she was trying to butter up a lot of the big names at the club. She had been courting Amber’s vote, and had suggested a private dinner at her extravagant timeshare. She had even hired a personal chef for the evening.
Her husband Jack was a nice guy, maybe ten years older than Mark. He played tennis every day and was in great shape for his age, with dark black hair that was peppered with a few early grey hairs. Mark had always wanted to become better friends with him, but his wife always seemed to butt in and interrupt their plans.
With Mark out of town, it would just be Linda, Jack, and Amber for the evening.
“Oh, are you still going to that?” Mark asked, hoping she wasn't too upset at him for not being there.
“Yeah, I would feel bad canceling,” she said. “They already booked the timeshare and the cook, so it would be a waste of their money if I bailed, too.”
“Well, that's nice of you. When are you leaving?”
“I’ll probably head out in a half hour. I already finished my hair and makeup, so I just have to figure out what to wear.”
Before Mark had gotten the call about this trip, Amber had been talking about finding a way to make the night more entertaining. She had planned to wear a sexy little white minidress with a zipper that ran from the bottom hem all the way up to the low-cut V below her neck, with a sexy new bra and panty set underneath. Her goal was to tease her husband all night until he was ready to rip her clothes off by the time their guests had left.
“Do you still have that new lingerie you bought to wear for me?” he asked.
“Yeah, but there's no point in wearing it now if you aren't here to see it.”
“Nonsense,” he replied to her. “You should wear it anyway, along with that dress I like. Don't let it go to waste.”
“I suppose I could do that,” Amber conceded. “It does make me feel sexy. I just wish you could see the underwear, though.”
“So send me a picture.”
A few minutes went by, and a picture message came through. Mark opened the file and felt his jaw drop open. Amber had tucked her body into a lacy pair of white boy shorts and a full lacy white bra that lifted her breasts into the perfect contour and position. They didn't really need a bra to stay in place, but this one somehow made them look even better.
“Damn, maybe I will have to revisit my hand one more time tonight,” he replied, laughing at himself again.
“You better be thinking about me if you do!” she snapped back. She loved having his attention, and Mark had no problem giving it to her. “Maybe I should find something else. Linda doesn't have much of a rack, and I don't think she’ll be happy about her husband staring at mine.”
“Well, maybe that will keep her from getting too friendly! Besides, her husband will love you for it.”
“You're so bad!” she replied jokingly. “I kind of like the idea, though. I guess I will stick with this.”
Something about the idea of his gorgeous wife showing herself off for another woman’s husband stirred Mark’s cock and got his heart racing. He pictured her in that dress, with Jack sitting across from her and trying to maintain eye contact, thinking about how badly he wants to fuck her. It was an intriguing thought, but it took a deeper turn when Amber texted him again a few minutes later.
“Oh, great. Linda got sick on the way to the timeshare, and now she’s not going to be able to make it.”
“That’s too bad,” Mark answered. “I guess that means the whole reservation was a waste.”
“Actually, Linda says Jack is already there and I should go join him. They can't cancel the reservation, so she wants me to enjoy it. Would that be inappropriate?”
“My beautiful wife having dinner alone with an attractive older man in an expensive suite? No, not at all!”
There was a part of Mark that actually meant that, even though the tone made it sound completely sarcastic.
“You're right,” she answered. “I’ll tell Linda that I can't go.”
“No, honey, don't do that,” he replied quickly. “Just go and have a good time.”
“Are you sure?” she asked again.
“Yes, go have fun. It’ll be good for Jack to get an eyeful of something nice to think about when he jerks off later.”
“Mark!” Amber snapped back at him. “He isn't going to jerk off thinking about me later. Why would you say that?”
“After staring at those tits all night, then going home to Linda, I’m sure he will be.”
“Well, it’s a good thing he can't see what I’m wearing below this dress, because he would probably have a heart attack.”
Mark felt the sudden urge to push the conversation on a different direction. His cock began to twitch, and he reached down to slowly stroke himself through his boxers. The soft fabric felt good against his erection.
He wanted her to be a little naughty. He wanted her to show off on purpose. He wanted her to turn on a married man the way she was turning him on right now.
“Maybe you should lower the zipper on your dress so he can see a little bit of it,” he suggested candidly.
“Mark, you are so bad! Stop it! You don't want me showing off for him like that.”
“I mean, I kind of do,” he admitted. “Just tease him a little. There's nothing wrong with that.”
“I’m sure he wouldn't mind,” she mused. “I’ve got a better ass than his wife, too, and it looks great in this dress.”
“Damn, I really wish I was there to see it!”
“That's okay, baby. Jack will get to enjoy it for you!”
Her words were slightly sinister, yet somehow sexy. Not only was she going to flirt with another man, but she seemed to be enjoying giving Mark a tease as well. His blood began to boil with the excitement and his cock swelled.
“You're so naughty,” he replied.
“Oh, stop it. It’s not like he would actually make a move on me.”
“And what if he did?” Mark fired back.
“With how horny I am, I would probably drop to my knees in front of him!”
“Amber!” Mark snapped back.
“Ha ha, you started it!” she said playfully.
“I did,” he admitted, “and now it's got me hard.”
“Thinking about me on my hands and knees? Of course,” she said with an implied eyeroll.
“Amongst other things,” he continued.
“You’re touching yourself, aren't you? Tell me what you're imagining.”
“You, on your hands and knees in that bra and panty set you bought for me, with a big cock fucking your beautiful mouth.”
“Mark, you're going to get me horny and I have to leave soon,” she texted.
“I know.”
“To go to dinner with another man.”
“Yes.”
“A long romantic dinner in an expensive suite with a big bed.”
“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said, struggling to contain himself.
“You really like this?” Amber asked incredulously, when she suddenly realized he wasn't joking.
“I do. I’m as hard as a rock right now.”
“You're such a dirty man. I love it!” she answered. “So if Jack does pull his cock out tonight, what do you want me to do?”
“You know,” he said simply.
“No, tell me,” she urged.
“Suck his cock,” he answered firmly.
“Oh my god, this is so crazy. Are you sure you want me to do that? Like, for real?”
“I don't know,” Mark hesitated. “I’m just so turned on right now, and it sounds so incredibly hot.”
“You do know how this is going to end if I do suck him off, right?” she asked.
“You're going to fuck him, aren't you?”
“Yes. If I suck Jack’s cock, I am going to fuck him, too. I can't suck a dick without getting fucked after.”
Before he could agree or disagree, Amber cut his reply off with another message.
“I have to go soon, Mark. Please, don't cum yet. Wait until after you get back from dinner.”
“Why?”
“Do you want me to flirt with Jack?” she asked. “Do you want me to be naughty?”
Mark stared at his phone nervously. He was placing a lot of trust in her, but at the same time his mind was too twisted by his hormones to think straight.
“Yes, baby,” he answered. “I want you to do it.”
“Then wait until later and I will tell you all the dirty things I did. You can cum for me then.”
“What exactly are you going to do? Mark asked nervously, questioning how far this game would go.
“What do you want me to do?”
Her words danced hauntingly as he contemplated his answer.
“Flirt with him. Tease him, too. Be naughty.”
“That's easy. I could do that even if you were there. Is that where I should stop?” she pushed.
“No,” he said hesitantly. “Do more.”
“You have to say it, Mark. I want to tell me what you want me to do tonight”
“If he hits on you, let him,” Mark told her. “If he tries to touch you, don't stop him.”
“You’re so bad, baby. Okay. I will let him touch me,” she replied seductively.
“Really?”
“Yes, baby. Tell me what else you want,” Amber continued unrelentingly.
“Do you want to suck his dick tonight?”
“No,” she replied, “but I will if you want me to do it.”
“I do,” he answered simply.
“You know what is going to happen, right?”
Mark took another deep breath. He had stopped stroking himself when she said she wanted him to wait, but his cock was so hard, it ached. He squeezed it tightly to relieve the pressure, but avoided stroking it.
“I know. I want you to be bad,” he said finally.
“Tell me you are okay with Jack being the first man to take these brand-new panties off of me.”
Mark groaned audibly, shaken by her wanton behavior. He wanted her so bad in that moment, he would have allowed her to do anything she wanted.
“I’m not just okay with it. I want him to do it.”
“Fuck, baby, I love your dirty mind so much! I’ll do anything to make you happy. Just don't cum until we both get back. It might be a little late. Bye, my love.”
Amber was gone. Mark dropped his phone and took a deep breath. He decided a cold shower was in order before his night out, so he undressed and spent the rest of the evening trying to distract himself from the image of his wife and Jack, alone in that luxurious suite together.
Amber put down her phone and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Physically, she was proud of the shape she was in. Some people might consider her a gold digger because of her beauty and her husband’s wealth, but the truth was that she really did love Mark. He was fun to be around, he always made sure she had everything she needed, and he never insulted or put her down. She had no problem staying loyal to a man who was so incredible toward her, and she would still feel that way even if they didn't have a dime to their name.
Amber loved the idea of flirting with Jack too, though. He was a handsome man, and always good company. She enjoyed being around him too, even though his witch of a wife was always there.
Amber gathered her things and headed to the car. She punched the address into the GPS, then made her way to the timeshare.
Questions floated through her mind as she cruised down the highway. Would Mark be as excited if she actually went through with it and fooled around with Jack, or was that just pillow talk fueled by a crazy fantasy? There would be no way to tell without actually doing it. If he really wanted this though, then why should she say no? It was his fantasy, and she wanted to do whatever she could to make him happy.
As she got out of her car, Amber decided that she would let fate decide. She would be sweet and flirty, and if Jack made a move, she wouldn't say no. If he wanted her, he would have her. It would all be up to him.
Amber made her way up the walkway to the private suite. She paused before she knocked on the door and looked down at her skin tight mini dress that hugged every curve of her body. The zipper was all the way to the top. She pulled it down a few inches until the edge of her white lace bra was visible, then smiled. A little extra skin might help her chances.
Amber knocked on the door, and moments later it swung open. Jack was waiting for her with a warm smile on his face.
“I’m glad you could join me this evening,” he said, holding out his arms and giving her a friendly hug. “You look amazing tonight.”
“Why, thank you!” she said as she blushed.
Jack’s arms felt strong, even just in the brief hug he gave her. When Amber stepped back and saw his handsome face again, she felt a little giddy with excitement.
Maybe this was going to be a pretty good night, after all.
Mark got back to his room a little after eleven in the evening. He had spent all night trying to distract himself and failing miserably. It didn't take long before he was second-guessing himself, struggling with the idea that he had given his wife permission to sleep with another man. Maybe she had just been messing with his head when she told him to wait. Just because she had his permission didn't mean she would go through with it.
He kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxers, then climbed under the sheets and pulled out his phone.
“Hey, baby, are you there?” he texted her once he was situated.
“Hey, honey. How is my man doing?”
“I’m good,” he replied calmly. “We just got back from dinner though, so I’m a little buzzed. Are you home?”
“Of course, Mark. I was out for dinner, not a night at the club!”
“Well, I wasn't sure if something had happened,” he admitted. “I figured you might have stayed later if it did.”
“He wouldn't have been able to stay late regardless. Linda was texting him all night, so he left by ten to get home. It was kind of funny. I think she ended up getting pretty nervous about the two of us being alone together.”
“Well, I can't really blame her, especially considering how you look compared to her,” he said. “How was the food?”
“Amazing!” she replied. “I didn't eat much because it all tasted so rich, but it really was quite delicious.”
“When did you guys finish eating?”
“A little before nine. We stayed a little longer after the service cleared the dishes and just chatted while we finished our champagne. There was a huge fireplace with a comfy couch in front of it, so we sat and talked for a bit.”
“You talked for an entire hour?” Mark asked, feeling a little suspicious.
“Yeah, why?” Amber responded. “Are you feeling a little jealous now?”
“Maybe just a bit.”
“You're crazy, honey. You should go back and read what you were saying to me earlier! You sounded like you really wanted me to do it!”
“I know,” Mark said. “It was crazy. I was so turned on. I don't know what came over me.”
“Would you be mad if something really did happen?” Amber asked.
Mark felt his heart skip a beat, then start racing. Amber seemed to be dancing around his questions, refusing to say if she did or did not do anything.
“I can't really be mad, since I gave you permission,” he said. “Did something happen?”
“I mean, I did tease him a little.”
“Really, babe?” Mark typed. “How?”
His fingers were shaking, which made it difficult to get even the simplest words into his phone. He watched the screen intently, every second feeling like hours.
“You told me to lower the zipper on my dress, so I did. I’m sure he liked it, because he kept glancing down at my cleavage all night.”
Mark imagined his wife in her low-cut dress, sitting across from Jack as he stared longingly at the curves of her breasts protruding from the top of her dress.
“Wow, that's amazing,” Mark said. “I knew he would love that. Was that all you did to tease him?”
“Not exactly,” she continued hesitantly. “After we sat down on the couch, I was feeling a little tired, so I laid my head down on his shoulder while we were talking. After a while, he put his arm around me and I felt really comfy and relaxed. It was nice. It was all pretty innocent until his hand moved off my hip and ended up on my breast.”
Mark felt his breathing stop for a moment. He blinked a few times and everything kicked back in high gear. His heart was thumping in his chest and his cock was as hard as a rock.
“What? You didn't stop him?” he asked.
“I was going to, but then I remembered you said I should let him touch me if he tried, so I let it happen.”
“Then what happened?” Mark pried.
“When I felt his hand on me, I turned to look up at him. That was when he kissed me.”
Mark felt his stomach wrench into a knot.
“What the fuck, Amber?” he typed furiously.
“I know, I’m so sorry! I just felt so comfortable, and I knew you wanted me to tease him, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt anyone to have fun and go with it!”
Mark took a moment to compose himself, taking a few deep breaths. This wasn't her fault. In a moment of heated passion, he had told her should could do whatever she wanted, and she had taken him at his word.
“It's okay, it's not your fault,” he told her, trying to console her. “I told you that I was okay with it.”
“I know, but I should have said no.”
“Just tell me the rest,” Mark pushed, wanting to know the whole truth.
“Are you sure? If you want to hear it, I’ll tell you, but I refuse to lie to you. I’m going to tell you the whole truth, and if you are really upset that we kissed, then I don't think you're going to want to hear what happened after that.”
“Just tell me,” he repeated.
“Okay,” she started. “We were making out in the couch, and I started rubbing his leg. My hand moved up until I felt his cock through his pants. He was already hard, and I started thinking about what you had said about imagining me on my knees in that new lingerie. So I stood up in front of him and pulled the zipper all the way down, then took my dress off for him.”
“Fuck,” Mark replied bluntly, feeling himself starting to sweat. “Don't stop. What did you do next?”
“I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt, then pulled his pants off. His cock was right in front of me, so I just went for it.”
“Was it small?” Mark asked next, hoping for some consolation to make him feel better about the situation. If that was what he wanted though, he had asked the wrong question.
“No, not at all,” she replied quickly. A few moments later, she added, “Sorry, he’s at least a few inches bigger than you.”
Mark felt his cock aching for release. He had never been this turned on before.
“What happened next?” he pressed.
“I sucked him on the couch for a few minutes, and then he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom. The bed was a huge, luxurious sleigh bed with super comfy sheets and a thick, fluffy comforter. He laid me down on it, and I went back to sucking him while he stood over me.”
“Did he cum in your mouth?” Mark asked next, once again hoping for some consolation, hoping that she had just stopped at the blowjob.
“No,” she said simply.
Mark stared at his phone, waiting for more, but he could feel her hesitating.
“Tell me,” he said finally.
“Jack was the first person to take these new panties off of me.”
Mark took a deep breath, fighting back his orgasm. She had fucked him. His beautiful wife had actually fucked another man, and he couldn't be mad at her. He had given her his blessing.
“He fucked you,” he said.
“Yes, baby,” she replied nervously. “He fucked me. I told you I would want him to fuck me if I sucked his dick, and you told me you wanted me to let him! I’m so sorry.”
“Again, you don't have to apologize. I told you I wanted you to do it. How long did he fuck you?”
“It wasn't very long. Maybe twenty minutes once we were in the bedroom.”
Mark had finally found something comforting in the situation. At least it had been a brief tryst.
“Did he make you cum?” he asked next.
“Yeah,” she answered sheepishly.
“Really?” he replied, wanting more.
“Yes, he really did. I mean, it was such a crazy situation. I was with someone different than you, which made it exciting, and I thought you wanted me to do it, so it made it even hotter to think that I was turning you on, too.”
“Was it good? How did it end?”
“Baby, don't ask me these questions if it's going to upset you,” Amber begged him. “I thought you wanted me to do this. The last thing I want to do is make you more upset.”
“I’m not upset,” Mark confessed. “I’m actually really turned on right now. I’ve been touching myself the whole time we’ve been talking.”
“Really?” she asked, clearly relieved. “I was so scared you were mad at me and going to leave me!”
“Never, baby,” he assured her. “I’ll always love you, no matter what. You just caught me a little off guard. That's it.”
“Oh, thank god! Don't cum yet then! I want to tell you the rest of it.”
“There's more?” Mark wondered incredulously.
“Just a little bit more. He had me bent over the bed and was fucking me from behind when I felt him start to slow down. I knew he was almost done, and suddenly he just dug his fingers into my flesh and started grunting. He came so hard, I could feel it shooting inside my pussy!”
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Mark said. “You let him fuck you raw with no condom?”
“Yeah, he didn't have any and I couldn't stop myself. I figured you would like it better that way anyway. Was I right?”
“Absolutely!” he replied enthusiastically. “So what happened after that?”
“We both got dressed and cleaned ourselves up,” Amber continued. “We went to leave and he started kissing me again. It was so nice, I just stopped and enjoyed it for a few minutes. My hand brushed his crotch, and that's when I realized he was hard again!”
“Wow, really? I knew he wouldn't be able to resist you!”
“I know! Linda was blowing up his phone though, and I knew we wouldn't have time to go for another round, so I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock again. I think that was probably one of the best blowjobs I have ever given. It only took me two minutes to suck him off.”
“Holy shit, Amber, that's incredible!”
“I know, baby. I was just so horny, I couldn't behave.”
“I can't believe you had another man’s cock in your mouth an hour ago. I can just imagine him pulling out and spraying his seed all over your perfect tits.”
“Mmm, I love your dirty mind, baby!” Amber replied excitedly.
“So, you liked the way he fucked you?”
“I loved it, baby,” she answered.
“Do you want to fuck him again?” Mark asked.
“I don't know. I mean, you were the one who wanted me to fuck him, and I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't suggested it. So, I guess you're the one we should be asking, not me!”
“You can't ask me that now! I’m so turned on right now, I would probably let you do anything you wanted with anyone you wanted!”
“Ha-ha, I know,” she conceded. “I just wish you could have been there to see it all happen.”
“All four of us?” he asked.
“No, just you, me, and Jack.”
“The three of us in bed together?” Mark said, pondering the idea.
“Anywhere, really. The bed, the couch, a table.”
“You aren't joking, are you?”
“Not at all,” she said firmly. “If you're ever in the mood to do something like that again, just let me know.”
“You really liked it, didn't you?” Mark asked.
“I told you I wasn't going to lie to you,” she replied. “I absolutely loved it.”
“Are you hoping I’ll be in the mood again sometime soon?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“You want to fuck Jack again?”
“Yes, honey,” she continued. “I hope I can do it again someday.”
“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you say that! Are you touching yourself, too?”
“Mmhmm,” Amber replied. Mark could imagine the purr in her voice if she had spoken the words to him.
“I want you to think about his cock while you touch yourself,” Mark teased. “Think about how good he felt inside you, less than two hours ago. Think about how hard he made you cum all over his hard cock.”
“Oh god, baby, you’re so bad! I’m going to tell you one more thing that happened tonight, and then I want you to cum for me. Okay, baby?”
Mark took a deep breath and braced himself.
“I will, I promise. What is it?”
“When I was blowing him right before he left, he didn't pull out and cum on my tits. I let him cum in my mouth, and I swallowed every single drop of it. I can still taste him.”
Mark dropped his phone as his cock suddenly erupted in his hand, spraying warm goo all over his belly and the sheets around him. He had never had an orgasm that intense, and it felt like everything inside him had shot out through the tip of his dick. It took a few moments before he could collect himself enough to return to his phone.
There was a message from Amber waiting for him.
“Are you still there?” she had asked after a few minutes of silence.
“I’m here. I just came so hard!”
“Me, too! God, I love you!” she responded excitedly.
“I love you, too!” he said.
The two of them talked lovingly for a bit, then said their goodnights. Mark was looking forward to seeing Amber the next day. He tucked himself into bed and passed out with images of Amber on her knees dancing through his head.
It was almost a year later when Amber was walking down the sidewalk of the open-air shopping mall. She wanted to pick up a few things, but she wasn't exactly sure what she needed. The only solution for a problem like that was to walk around and see what she stumbled across.
As she made her way around trying to find her first stop, she thought about her husband. Mark was out of town for the next week on another one of his big business trips, and that meant another five days alone. She loved having him around, but every time he left her alone like this, she found her thoughts wandering back to that one trip the previous year.
Amber still loved Mark with all her heart, and she was still happy with their sex life. That weekend had been something different, though. The sex with Jack really had been incredible, but it was just a quick rendezvous. She often wondered what it would be like without Linda waiting impatiently for her husband to return. In addition to the physical pleasure of being with another man, the resulting conversations with Mark afterward had been so intensely erotic.
She had hoped that the thrill would continue when he got back from his trip, but it faded off very quickly. Mark had been really happy to see her, and the sex was incredible the night he got back, but he never brought it up again after that. She kept trying to hint at doing a date night with him and Jack, but he either missed the clues or had no desire to go through with it. Perhaps she had misread his interest when they were texting about it.
The sexual highs she had felt that weekend were like nothing she had ever experienced, and she was disappointed that she couldn't feel that way again. She would still be a loyal wife, but she would just have to be content with their vanilla relationship.
Amber decided she would buy something sexy to wear for Mark when he came home. Maybe that would stoke the flames of his desire. Once again, though, she found herself struggling with what to get him. She decided the best way to figure it out would be to go straight to the source. She grabbed her phone and shot a message off to him.
“Hey, baby, how is your trip so far?” she said.
“Thrilling,” he responded sarcastically. “I’m stuck in meetings until ten tonight. I can't wait for this day to be done!”
“I can't wait for this week to be done!” Amber replied. “I miss you so much!”
“I miss you too, baby. What are you up to today?”
“I’m out shopping,” she replied.
“Oh yeah? Are you picking up anything good?”
“I haven't decided yet,” she said. “Maybe I’ll get something to surprise you when you get home. What should I buy?”
“Hmm, how about a new pair of matching bra and panties?”
“You're so easy to please sometimes,” she typed, then giggled to herself. “Let me look around and see if I can find something you’ll like. Give me a few minutes.”
“Oh, I get pictures too? I like this game!”
Amber blushed, then looked around for the nearest lingerie store. Even after all of these years, she still got excited teasing him like this.
A half hour later, Amber had picked out a simple black bra and panty set. It wasn't overly sexy, but it was a great way to start and it showed off her tight little body quite nicely. She snapped a picture in the dressing room mirror, then sent it to Mark.
She was just finishing up at the cash register when she got his reply.
“Damn, you look so good. I wish I was there so I could kiss every inch of that beautiful body!”
“Glad you like it!” she replied as she stepped outside on the way to another store. “What do you want to see next?”
“How about a dress?” he asked.
Amber loved the way she looked in skin tight dresses, so this one would be fun. She glanced around and picked her destination, then hurried along.
A half hour later, she had picked the perfect dress for Mark. It was a mini dress with long sleeves and a high neckline. The body of the dress was a black lace over a beige inner lining, but the whole thing clung to her body like plastic wrap. It showed the full curves of her breasts as well as the round perfection of her ass. She smiled excitedly into the mirror as she snapped the picture, knowing that she was teasing her husband mercilessly when he wouldn't be able to see her for almost a week.
“That looks good, but you're pretty covered up in that one. I like it better when your cleavage is hanging out!” he said when he finally was able to answer.
Amber had just stepped into a store with tons of bathing suits, and she knew that would satiate his need for skin.
“Well, I can't go around exposed all the time,” she told him before she started looking through the various patterns.
“Yeah, but there’s no zipper to lower on that one,” he answered.
Amber stared at her phone perplexed for a minute before it suddenly dawned on her what he was saying.
The dress she had worn on her night out with Jack had a zipper running up and down the front. The whole idea of sleeping with him had started with Mark’s simple suggestion that she lower the zipper to show him a little more cleavage. As a result, Jack spent the whole night staring at her rack, which gave her the confidence to open herself up to his overtures. If it hadn't been for that zipper, she might never have experienced the incredible night of passion that had followed.
It was the first time since that trip that he had alluded to her liaison with Jack, and she wondered if she could inspire some fun thoughts in his head.
“Oh my god,” she replied. You remember that?”
“Do I remember you fucking Jack? It’s a little hard to forget.”
“You're making me blush!” she told him. “I’m working on picking out a bikini for you. Give me a few minutes.”
Amber grabbed a cute two-piece suit with some sort of wildlife pattern on it. It held her breasts up perfectly while showing off most of her body. She hurried to the fitting room and slipped it on, then snapped another picture for Mark. His reply was swift.
“That's much better. Now I can see more of you!”
Amber knew exactly what she wanted to say, but she hesitated for a moment. She wanted to be bold, and she wanted to keep Jack on his mind.
“That's all you get for now. Just a tease… like the one I gave Jack!” she texted, then went to the cashier to pay for her new swimsuit.
“If I remember correctly, Jack got much more than a tease that night!” he replied as she was just sliding into the driver’s seat of her car.
“I suppose you're right,” she said. “You should probably focus on that meeting of yours before you start to get too hard. Do you remember what happened last time you got yourself turned on thinking about me with another man?”
“I remember very well, but it's too late. I’m already having a lot of dirty thoughts.”
Amber smiled at her phone. It was working!
“Tell me something dirty, Mark. Please?” she pleaded.
“That night you went out with Jack, I jerked myself off four times.”
“Really?” she replied, honestly surprised. “Were you thinking about me being with him when you did it?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “Every single time. I know it's weird that I was thinking about you and another guy while I was touching myself, but I was so turned on. I’m sorry.”
“Don't be sorry!” she replied. “I’m glad you told me. I think it’s really hot!”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she continued. “I love it that you think about me, even when you masturbate. Were you thinking about him fucking me?”
“Yes,” he replied plainly.
“Did you imagine me sucking his cock?”
“Yes.”
Amber smiled and squeezed her thighs together. She could already feel herself getting wet just thinking about all of this.
“Have you thought about it since you got home from that trip?”
“Every day,” Mark replied.
Amber felt her heart flutter. They had both been fantasizing about the same thing, but neither one of them had been brave enough to admit it.
“I wish you had told me that,” she said. “I think about it all the time. Maybe I’ll buy something to wear for Jack the next time I see him…”
“Amber! Oh my god!”
“Is that a no?” she replied hesitantly, worried that she had taken it too far.
“I didn't say that,” Mark replied, and she smiled to herself.
“Tell me what you want,” she pushed.
Her phone sat silent in her lap for several minutes. Amber was starting to wonder if she had scared him off when it dinged again.
“I want you to buy something for him, and just for him. Okay?”
“I will see what I can find!” Amber replied excitedly, then slid her phone into her purse.
She was about to get out of the car when another thought passed through her mind. She stopped herself and pulled her phone out one more time, then rolled through the contacts until she found Jack’s name. It wouldn't hurt to just say hello, right?
Mark got back to his room around ten. The meeting had let out a little early and several of the other executives were going out for drinks, but he found himself much too preoccupied to try and socialize. He bowed out, claiming a headache, then retreated to his room.
He quickly stripped off his clothes until he was down to his boxers, then slipped under the covers with his phone in hand. He hadn't heard from Amber since she had left to look for something to wear for Jack. They hadn't discussed when she would see him, but he hoped the three of them would be able to get together soon so he could see his wife have fun firsthand.
“Hey, baby, I’m finally back at my room,” he texted her as he snuggled up under the comforter.
“Hey, honey, I missed you!” she replied in her usual perky way.
“Sorry I was gone so long. I had to mingle a bit before I could take off.”
“That’s okay,” Amber replied. “I’ve been texting someone else to keep me entertained while I waited for you.”
There was something mischievous in the way she had said that, and Mark was sure she wanted him to pry.
“Oh, yeah? Who are you talking to?” he asked.
“Jack,” she replied.
Mark felt his stomach tighten again, but his cock stirred as well. It was the weirdest feeling to be both jealous of another man but completely turned on by that man flirting with his wife. He didn't know what to do with himself, but there was one thought that seemed to override them all: he wanted Amber to be naughty for him again.
“Really? What have you been talking about?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute, but first I want you to do me a favor. Stroke yourself for me while I tell you, okay?”
“I already am!” Mark replied, then returned his hand to his growing erection under the sheets.
“Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“The last time you fucked him.”
“That's kind of funny,” Amber said in response. “We’ve been talking about the same thing. We’ve been flirting a lot, too.”
“What did he say?” Mark asked, wondering about his wife’s illicit conversations.
“How good it was. He asked me if I enjoyed it, too.”
“Did you?” he pressed.
“Of course, she replied. “He was amazing.”
“Have you thought about it since then?” he asked, firing back the same question she had asked him earlier.
“All the time. Just like you.”
Mark blushed as he realized how perfect this situation was. His wife was both loving and loyal, but she was also just as willing to have a little fun outside their marriage and share it with him. A relationship like that required a special connection, and he was happy that they could share it.
“What else did you talk about?” Mark continued.
“He told me he really wants to fuck me again.”
Mark choked on his own saliva. Amber was being both blunt and forward. It was as if she wanted to intentionally push his buttons and get him riled up.
“Do you want him to fuck you again?” he asked once he had recovered.
“Do I want to fuck Jack? Yes, but only if you want me to do it, too. Do you?”
“I think so,” he replied hesitantly, still unsure of how he felt about all of this.
“Well, I won't do it unless you say yes.”
“Okay,” he said, still holding back. “Have you sent him any pictures?”
“No, we’ve only been chatting on and off because Linda was hanging around him. She just went to bed, though. Should I send him one?”
“Well, it would be a great way to tease him,” Mark replied. “Do you have something sexy you can wear?”
“I think so. Hold on.”
Amber disappeared for several minutes. When Mark’s phone buzzed again, there was a picture waiting for him. It showed her perfect body, mostly naked except for a sexy bra and panty set. The fabric was a pink polka dot pattern against an off-white background. Small pink frills hung off the hip straps of her panties and the edges of the cups. It was exactly what he had wanted to see, a little sexy without being slutty. He had never seen his wife look sexier than in that picture.
“How about this one?” she asked him.
“That is amazing,” Mark answered her. “Is that new?”
“Yeah, I just bought it today while I was out.”
Mark suddenly remembered how their conversation earlier had ended, with Amber setting off in search of some lingerie to wear for Jack. She hadn't said anything afterward, so he had assumed that her search was a bust. Now he was rethinking that conclusion.
“Wait, who did you buy that for?” he asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer.
“Well, not for you,” she came back briskly.
“Did you buy that for Jack?”
“I don't know,” she said hesitantly. “I just know I didn't buy it for you.”
There was a harshness to her words, a relentless teasing. She knew she was torturing him a little, but not enough to make him upset.
“Fuck, Amber, you are killing me,” he said.
“I hope not. I want you hard, not dead!” she joked. “Do you want me to send that picture to Jack?”
“Well, you did buy the lingerie for him. You might as well show it to him.”
“Okay!” Amber answered excitedly. “I sent it. Are you still playing with yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Don't cum yet,” she commanded. “Maybe you can jerk off four times again tonight! Or was that just because I fucked him?”
“Jesus, Amber. Don't tease me like that.”
“Like what?” she answered innocently. “Making you think about me sucking Jack’s cock? Or about how hard I came on his dick that night?”
“You know how crazy you're making me, right?”
“While he was fucking me, I kept thinking of hot it was that he was cheating on Linda with me. I also thought about you, all alone in your hotel room, jerking off, hoping he was fucking the shit out of me and having no idea that at that exact moment, he was inside me. Did you picture me riding his big, hard cock? Did you cum when you imagined him unloaded inside me?”
“Every time,” Mark confessed.
“Does it turn you on that he wasn't wearing a condom? He came so deep inside me, I could feel it.”
“I’m sure he came a lot deeper than I do. He's a lot bigger than me.”
“Yes, but not just longer,” Amber continued mercilessly. “Thicker and harder too.”
“Fuck, baby, I need to cum! Please?” Mark begged.
“Not yet. I want you to wait an hour,” she replied cryptically.
“An hour!? Why so long?”
“Because Jack just messaged me and said he loved my picture. Linda is passed out on her sleep meds, and he asked if he could come over and see me, so I said yes. I want you to wait an hour so you’ll know he's fucking your wife while you're jerking off all alone. When you are done, you can jerk that thing all night, because I’m going to keep fucking him for as long as I can until he has to leave.”
The knot in Mark’s stomach tightened, and for a moment he couldn't breathe.
“You're going to let him fuck you all night in our bed? Amber, we didn't talk about this,” he fretted.
“I know,” she replied, “but you know you want me to, you're just too afraid to say it. Tell me. Tell me that you want another man to fuck your wife all night long in our bed. Say it.”
Mark thought long and hard about it, but she was right. He wanted her to do it, but there was one thing he wanted even more. He wanted to see it.
“I want you to fuck Jack in our bed, baby,” he confessed. “I want you to make him cum as many times as you can. There's just one thing I want in return, though. Will you take some pictures at some point? I want to see you with him. I want to see him inside you.”
“You're such a dirty man, baby. I fucking love it! I will see what I can do.”
“Now what happens?” Mark asked, struggling not to touch himself.
“Now I put down the phone and go shower and shave. I want to be nice and clean for Jack. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night, my love!”
Mark put his phone down and closed his eyes. An hour from now, he would finish himself off in just a few minutes thinking about the two of them together. For now, all he could do was wait.
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Shane took his drink from the bartender and passed her a twenty. When she gave him back his change, he dropped a few ones on the bar top and turned his attention back toward the dance floor behind him.
His eyes perused the crowd, looking for that one particular woman, the one he wanted to take home at the end of the night. He found her within a few minutes, on the other side of the room.
The girl was a beautiful blonde with a slender figure. She was wearing a tight little black dress that hugged every curve of her beautiful body. Her upper arms were exposed, and he could see the large red rose tattoo that covered most of her right upper arm. She was a little bit of sexy, mixed with a lot of attitude and confidence.
There was only one problem. The girl of his dreams was currently grinding her luscious body against another man. He was over six feet tall, beating Shane by at least half a foot. His body was finely tuned from hours in the gym, and the girl seemed to be enjoying draping herself on him.
Shane felt his blood boil. He wanted her to be his, but this one would be challenging. The guy was much bigger and stronger, and he knew it. This guy could have chosen any woman in the room, but he had picked that girl.
Shane made his way across the room, sipping his drink and moving with the music. As he got closer, he watched the guy and the girl. Her back was to him, and she was bent over slightly, pressing her ass against his crotch. His hands would occasionally grip one of her hips and pull back, showing her what he had to offer. Whatever he had, the girl appeared very pleased.
The crowd was thick around them, so Shane slowly shifted his way closer to the girl, a little at a time. Soon he was standing right in front of her, and when she looked up, their eyes connected. A devilish smile crossed her lips as she realized she had two men pursuing her.
The girl pulled away from her partner and pressed herself up against Shane, just as she had done with the other guy. This time she leaned back and snaked her hand around the back of Shane’s head. She looked back at the other guy for a moment, then pulled away from Shane and returned to his arms.
The girl glanced down at Shane’s crotch and giggled, then shook her head. Whatever this guy had to offer her, it had to be more than Shane’s average size. That didn't stop him from wanting her though. Maybe he could overcome the odds.
As she openly denied him, the other guy laughed at Shane as well. He knew he had won the girl, and it made him even more full of himself. It wasn't over yet, though.
Shane reached out and grabbed the girl's hand, trying to pull her back to him. She resisted, not wanting to leave the better man, but he persisted. He pulled harder until she yanked her hand from his and wiggled her finger at him. That was enough to irritate her guy. He stepped out from behind her and towered over Shane threateningly. He gestured toward the door and Shane knew exactly what was happening. His opponent wanted to take it outside to settle it, and that was exactly what he wanted as well.
A small crowd followed them toward the doors, many of them friends of the other guy who were already taunting Shane. They stumbled out onto the sidewalk in front of the club and a circle quickly formed around the two of them. Shane glanced around at the crowd and saw the girl standing front and center. That sly smile still danced across her lips, like she loved the idea of two men fighting for her.
The guy rolled up his sleeves in preparation and stood tall, lifting himself up to his full height. Shane realized he may have bitten off more that he could chew, but he had defeated bigger opponents before. This guy would fall just as easily as them.
They both lifted their fists and began moving in a circle around each other. There were a few quick jabs from both sides, testing the water, but none of them connected. The crowd became restless, wanting the show they had been promised.
Shane decided he was done playing games. He closed the distance between them and threw a more purposeful jab. The guy ducked to the side, then came back with his own quick jab. Shane felt it bounce off the left side of his face, and his ear on that side started ringing. He ducked back to regroup, then weaved to the side and connected with a successful jab. The other guy stumbled, but barely seemed dazed by the hit. It was going to take a lot to get this guy to go down.
Shane charged forward, plunging headfirst into the fight, but he immediately regretted that decision. His opponent's fist smashed squarely into the middle of his face. There was a loud snapping sound, then a bright flash of light followed by black dots swimming across a blurred background. He could feel the wetness of his blood running out of his nose and down his lip. Before he could even move, a right hook smashed into his jaw and sent his head flying backward, followed by the rest of his body.
Shane slammed against the pavement and the world went spinning around his head. He could hear the rumbling of the crowd cheering on his opponent, but his entire head felt numb.
As his eyes began to focus again, he realized the bouncer was standing over him with a towel firmly pressed against his bleeding nose. Shane sat up, but the fight was over. He briefly saw the other guy grab the girl by the hand before the crowd closed in around them. He could barely stand, let alone try to follow them.
The bouncer helped him to his feet and led him to a cab nearby. He slipped the driver a twenty and mumbled something about the hospital. Shane didn't argue, especially since he was pretty sure his nose was broken.
The doctor at the emergency room patched him up and confirmed that his nose was indeed broken. He waited several hours before they could see him, and another hour to get his face taped up. They let him sleep it off a little longer before he headed out front and grabbed a cab home.
As soon as he stepped through the door, Shane knew she was already there.
“Nikki, where are you?” he called out as he opened the freezer and grabbed one of the dozens of ice packs in there.
“In here, baby,” she called back.
Shane followed the sound of her voice and ended up in the bedroom. There, tucked under the covers without a stitch of clothing on, was the girl from the nightclub that he had been fighting for. Her dress sat in a pile on the floor nearby, and she gave him that wily smile again.
“You almost had him this time, baby,” Shane’s girlfriend said as he stripped his clothes off and slid under the covers next to her.
His entire body ached, but as soon as her arms slithered around him and her lips began softly kissing his chest, the pain became negligible.
“I really wanted to fuck you last night,” he whispered with a struggle.
“Well that's too bad,” she giggled, her lips moving across his body. “You know the rules. I pick the guy, and you start a fight. Whoever wins gets to fuck the shit out of me any way they want. I think this is your third loss in a row. Too bad for you, but the other three guys seemed to enjoy themselves. Especially my man last night. You got his blood boiling and he took all his aggression out on my pussy. It was incredible.”
Her hand found his length, which was already hard, and began stroking it. She knew how much he loved to hear about her exploits. There was something about beating the shit out of another man that gave these men an intense but momentary passion.
“You let him fuck you then?” he struggled to say.
“I always let them fuck me,” Nikki giggled as her lips crossed his belly, moving downward.
“Was it good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“It was the best sex I’ve ever had, honestly,” she said as her lips sank down around his cock.
“Tell me about it,” Shane pleaded.
Nikki removed her lips from him and resumed her stroking as she began telling him about her night.
“We hopped into a cab as soon as we got away from the crowd. He asked me if I wanted to go to his place, but I told him no. I told him I wanted him to come back here with me.”
Shane felt his stomach turn as he realized that she had given herself to the better man right here in the bed that they shared together.
“As soon as we were in the cab, he was all over me. We were kissing passionately, and his hands were everywhere. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer and I wanted him so bad. I felt his cock through his jeans, and oh my god, it felt so big. I couldn't even wait to get back here. I ripped his jeans open and pulled his cock out and started going down on him right there in the cab. I’m pretty sure the cab driver got a great show, but he didn't say a word. He just kept driving while I swallowed that guy’s cock between my soft, pink lips.”
Shane inhaled and exhaled through his mouth in slow, labored breaths. His nose was completely swollen and his breathing was limited, but her sensual touch and teasing words were elevating his body to another level.
“I sucked him until we got to the house. I really wanted to fuck him right then and there, but I decided it would be more fun to let him take me right here in the bed we share every night. He had to put his dick away to get inside, but one of the neighbors saw us coming inside. They may not have known I was about to fuck him, but I’m sure they heard us. He made me moan so loud, I think the whole building heard.”
“Tell me what he did to you,” he pleaded.
“As soon as we got inside, he ripped my dress off and carried me into the bedroom. I had already taken my panties off in the cab, and I’m pretty sure I left them behind there, so it was easy for him to get me naked. He dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me. I felt like his trophy, and he treated me like a caveman taking his woman. All he wanted was to fuck the shit out of me and unload inside me, and he didn't hesitate to pull his cock out again and bury it inside me. It was exquisite, baby!”
“You let him fuck you bare?” Shane asked, his cock as hard as a rock.
“Of course,” she whispered sexily. “His cock was at least twice as big as yours, and I wanted to feel it. All of it. I would never make a real man wear a rubber, just you.”
Shane felt his stomach churn again. He was consumed by both pleasure and pain right now, but Nikki knew he loved the feeling.
“He fucked me for over an hour in our bed, in every position. My favorite was when I got to ride his cock, because I could feel it pushing so deep, touching me in places that your little cock could never reach. When he was finished enjoying my body, he unloaded a thick load right into my pussy. It's been dripping out of me all morning while I waited for you.”
“Did you cum for him, too?” Shane asked, knowing he wouldn't last much longer.
Nikki didn't answer right away. Instead, she reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She tore the package open with her teeth and rolled it down over his erection, then climbed on top of him and lowered her used pussy around his manhood.
“He made me cum at least three times,” she admitted as she began to grind slowly against him. “It felt incredible. Why can't you be a real man like that? I wanted you to fuck me last night, too. I was really hoping you would win so you could feel me bare and unprotected like he did.”
Shane let out a longing sigh. Nikki’s body flexed and moved above him, and his eyes were glued to her. He had forgotten his broken nose and aching head. All he could think about now was the beautiful creature teasing him with her naughtiness.
“You better hope he didn't knock me up,” she purred. “Otherwise, you’ll be raising another man’s baby.”
It was the ultimate cuckold moment to think that another man might have impregnated his girlfriend, especially knowing that he could have been the one to do it if had been a better fighter. Shane felt his cock swell, wanting to fill her with his seed even though the entire attempt would be futile. When he finally climaxed, his load filled the tip of the condom. He had been denied even the most menial attempt to overcome his rival.
Nikki curled up next to him and kissed him softly on the cheek. He winced a little, and she picked up the ice pack and applied it gently to his face.
“He really got you good,” she said with a slight frown. Now that their game was finished, her worry was much more evident. “Maybe we should hold off for a few weeks.”
“I don't think I have a choice,” Shane admitted. It would be a bad idea to take another beating until his nose had a little time to heal up.
“That's okay,” she said, squeezing him tightly. “I’m happy just having you for now.”
Their game had started a few months before that night. The first time, it wasn't planned. Nikki wanted to go out dancing, so they had dressed up and headed out for the night. Another guy had started hitting on her, a frequent occurrence when they went out, but this time it was different. This guy was drunk and getting borderline aggressive with her, and Shane quickly grew tired of his shit. A few words were thrown around and for the first time, they ended up on the sidewalk fighting over his girlfriend.
Shane had lost that first fight, but Nikki stayed with him and helped him home. She spent the rest of the night caring for him like a loving girlfriend should. They had left the emergency room with some pain pills, and while he was floating on a pain-free cloud, he said some things to Nikki that would change their dynamic forever.
“You should have gone home with him, not me,” Shane told her, feeling ashamed. “If I can't prove myself in a fight, then maybe I don't deserve you.”
“Stop that,” Nikki had argued. “I’m not going to go home with some bully. I love you, and I always will.”
“I know you do,” he said, “but the winner should be the one to enjoy the prize, not me. You could be with him right now, and I wouldn't even blame you for it. I don't deserve you right now.”
“Baby, stop talking like that,” she said, rubbing his back as he curled up in pain. “I don't need you to win some stupid fight to prove you love me. I want you, and only you.”
“I know, but you have to admit, it would be a lot of fun for you to go home with a guy who had just beaten another man with his own bare fists. Doing something like that gives you a natural high. It feeds that primal instinct of sex and violence, making you feel like you could conquer the world. Just imagine how strong and dominant a man would feel after doing that, and how good he would make you feel.”
Shane was in too much of a drug-induced haze to realize it, but as he was speaking to Nikki, his cock had grown steadily harder. By the time he stopped, his erection was propping the sheet up like a tent pole. Nikki saw it out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't stop him. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she wanted to see where he went with this. The idea touched her in a way that she would never have expected.
“Does it turn you on to think about fucking me after you beat another man up?” she asked, her fingers slipping between her legs to touch herself. “To take me like a prize after fighting for my honor?”
“Yes, baby,” he said with a slight slur in his speech. “Only if I win the fight, though.”
“And if you don't win? What happens if he beats you up again?” she asked.
“Then you should go home with him and fuck his brains out,” he replied absentmindedly.
Nikki pressed harder on her clitoris as she imagined her boyfriend pummeling another guy into the ground. Then her mind wandered and took her to a very taboo place. The guy who had hit on her last night was actually quite attractive. If she hadn't been with Shane, she wouldn't have hesitated to go home with him. But what if she had gone home with him anyway?
Shane was out of it, but his cock was completely hard. He would be useless at giving Nikki any sort of pleasure in this state, but perhaps she could just use his appendage for her own enjoyment. She pulled the sheet back and straddled his waist, then lowered herself onto his length. He opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then moaned softly as his eyes rolled back into his head.
Nikki moved slowly and gently, letting his cock press against her insides. It did turn her on to think about fucking the guy that had won a fight over her boyfriend. It wasn't because she didn't love Shane. She loved him more than anything in the world. There was a primal cry inside her though, that natural instinct to go to the stronger, more powerful man. The one who could protect her in any situation, against any threat.
Nikki had the urge to push Shane. She didn't know if it was her own hormones fueling her twisted mind or if she was just way too hungover to think straight, but she wanted to see how he would respond if she played along.
“What if I had gone home with him?” she purred softly. “He would probably still be fucking me right now if I had.”
“Of course he would,” Shane replied. “He would probably be as hard as a rock. I’m sure his dick is better than mine, too.”
Nikki sighed heavily, pressing down on his chest as her hips milked his cock. She closed her eyes and pictured the other man, and suddenly her pussy was dripping wet. Shane appeared to be enjoying the idea as well, since his manhood was harder than she had ever felt before.
“It probably is,” she cooed. “I bet he’s longer and thicker than you, too.”
“Are you wishing you had really gone home with him now?” Shane asked.
“Yes, I am.”
Nikki was consumed with desire. She hadn't expected his question, and something made her blurt out her reply before she could even think about it. Her hips moved faster and her belly tightened. Shane’s cock touched a certain spot and suddenly her muscles grew weak. Her orgasm was coming, spreading upward through her body until her mind disappeared into a haze of carnal joy.
As the apex of her pleasure passed, Nikki fell to the bed to catch her breath. Shane was still hard, but she didn't think he would be able to climax under the influence of his painkillers. She was still thinking about it when she drifted off to sleep.
A short while later, Nikki was awoken by Shane nuzzling her neck, kissing her skin ever so softly. His entire body was pressed against her, and she could feel his hardness against her thigh.
“Did you mean that?” he asked her.
Her head was still foggy, and at first, she didn't understand what he was talking about. Then it slowly dawned on her as she remembered what he had asked her while she was riding him.
“No, baby,” she whispered lovingly, “I was just teasing you. I don't want anyone else but you.”
“Don't say that,” he growled, sucking firmly on her neck.
Nikki’s head spun as she tried to understand why he was pushing back against her loyalty to him. She looked at the clock, and realized that she had been asleep for at least four to five hours. His meds would have worn off by now, and his words weren't just incoherent rambling.
“Why?” she asked, feeling her own pulse start to race as his kisses stirred her desires.
“I want to fight for you,” he answered. “I want to beat the shit out of another man and take you home afterward. I want to show him that you belong to me, and then take you afterward.”
There was an intensity in her voice that was foreign and strange. It was powerful and dominant, and she found that it aroused her even more.
“Then do it,” Nikki whispered.
His hand slipped between her legs and gently slid along her slit. She was soaking wet already, and his finger slipped inside her. His touch felt magical.
“If I lose, though, I want you to punish me,” he continued.
“How should I do that?” she gasped as he slipped a second finger inside her and began to stroke her more forcefully.
“If he beats me, I want you to go home with him. I want you to fuck him, then come home and tell me about it.”
The idea twisted and turned in Nikki’s head as she tried to grasp what he was asking of her. Her boyfriend wanted her to fuck another man, but only if he was strong enough to take Shane down first.
It made no sense in any normal relationship, but the most primal part of her brain loved the idea. She wasn't even sure if she would prefer to have Shane win, or if she would rather get fucked by a beast after watching him demolish her love in combat. Both seemed surprisingly erotic.
“Are you sure you want that? You want me to fuck another man?”
“Not just another man,” he hissed in her ear. “A better man. One that can knock me to the ground and carry you off like a victor. I hope that's me, but if it's not, then I want you to go home with the better man.”
Shane pushed her onto her side and spooned against her, his cock sliding easily through her wetness.
“Let him fuck you like this,” Shane continued, driving her crazy. “Let him use your body in any way he wants, and when you return to me, I will take you back and make you mine again.”
An orgasm swelled inside her and flooded through her body like a rushing river. It consumed every part of her body until all of her muscles locked up. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he pulled back harder on her, pressing even deeper inside her and lifting her even higher.
Shane began thrusting hard into her, and her orgasm continued for several minutes. Before she could come down, he pressed deep inside her and filled her pussy with his seed. Thankfully she was on the pill at the time, so she wasn’t worried.
The two of them cuddled up under the sheets and embraced in the afterglow. Nikki had so many questions, but no idea where to start. Was this even real?
“Do you really want me to fuck another guy?” she blurted out suddenly, unable to hold back any longer.
“No, but I like the idea of fighting for you, and if I know that there are repercussions to losing, then I’m going to fight harder. Would you really do something like that?”
“Well, if you keep fucking me like that when we talk about it, then I’m not going to argue. I don't want to lose you though, and if it means you're going to break up with me, then no. But if you want to try it out and you understand that the choice is yours, then yes. How would we even do that, though?”
“It wouldn't be that difficult,” Shane said with a shrug. “We go to a club, but we go in separately. You find a guy and flirt him up. Get him interested, and then I’ll come over and try to take you away. I’ll be contentious, get him riled up, then suggest going outside. Whoever is left standing takes you home.”
They discussed the details a little further, and eventually Nikki agreed to try it. The following Saturday, she picked out her sexiest outfit and they headed out to a club. She went in first and scoped out the crowd. It only took a few minutes alone before a guy approached her and started chatting her up.
Nikki wanted this to go smoothly, and the truth was that she wanted Shane to win the first time. She liked the idea of getting to fuck another man who had beaten her boyfriend, but first she wanted to see how Shane responded. It would be easy to help him win if she picked a smaller guy, and this one seemed perfect. He was shorter than average, and didn't look particularly strong. She usually wouldn't give a guy like that a second look, but she engaged him and flirted a little while watching Shane out of the corner of her eye. He had taken up a spot near the bar and was sipping his drink calmly.
Shane kept his distance for almost an hour. Nikki continued to flirt, and soon they were on the dance floor together. Her boyfriend was still holding back, so she began grinding against her suitor and teasing him physically. Shane noticed and stood up a little taller, puffing his chest out. That was the response she wanted, and so she continued to act even more provocatively. She turned back toward her target and wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping her body pressed against his as the moved together.
That was enough to trigger a reaction, and Shane made his move. He snaked his way through the crowd to her and made his intentions clear. Minutes later, the two of them ended up in front of the club. Nikki was thankful when Shane took down the other guy easily, and the two of them hurried home together to celebrate with a marathon of sex that lasted into the early hours of the morning. Shane was much more dominant and animalistic than she had ever seen him, and he somehow managed to stay hard all night long.
The true test came a week later. Inspired by his win, Shane pushed Nikki to go out again. She wanted a quiet night in with her boyfriend, but he was intent on winning her once again. Her irritation had grown stronger by the time they reached the club, and she decided tonight was a good night to give Shane a real challenge. With the way she was feeling, she would be happy to go home with someone other than him tonight.
Nikki went inside first again, but this time she looked around with the goal of picking her man, rather than just waiting for one to approach her. She zeroed in on a taller man with a broad chest and thick muscular arms, then made eye contact with him. All it took to get his attention was a smile in his direction and he was crossing the dance floor to talk to her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered, and Nikki gladly accepted.
As he pushed his way to the bar, she could see Shane hovering off to the side watching them. There was a momentary twinge of guilt when she realized that there was a very slim chance of Shane winning her tonight, but her boyfriend had gotten on her last nerve tonight. If they kept doing this, he was bound to lose, and tonight seemed as good a night as any other. She just hoped he wouldn't be in too much pain when he made his way home alone.
Her new guy was very flirty and attentive, and when Shane tried to step in, he wasn't pleased. He tried to be polite, but after Shane started to push, he was the first to suggest taking it outside. Nikki followed them outside with her heart racing madly. She had felt excited last week, but this night was going to end much differently.
Shane tried to use his speed to overcome his opponent’s size, but it wasn't enough. A few well-landed punches sent Shane crumpling to the ground in a pile of pain while the victor held up his arms to the cheering crowd.
Nikki instinctively hurried to Shane’s side to make sure he was okay. She knew she was supposed to leave with the winner, but now she felt guilty. The last thing she wanted to do was have him end up in the hospital. She knelt down beside him so she could see his face.
“Go,” he muttered to her when he saw her next to him. “I’ll be fine. You know what I want you to do.”
Nikki hesitated still, but it was clear that Shane was going to be okay. That helped assuage her guilt, and she stood up. She looked over at the other guy, powerful and confident, and she felt her hormones surge in response. This man had just knocked the love of her life to the ground. He had shown his power, his strength, his dominance, and she needed him in that moment. She hurried over to him as the crowd began to disburse.
“That was incredible,” she said, pulling her body up against him. “I need you so bad right now.”
He didn't say a word. Instead, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward one of the taxis nearby. As they slid into the backseat, she glanced one more time at Shane and saw the bouncers helping him to his feet.
As soon as the cab pulled into traffic, Nikki pushed all thoughts of Shane out of her head and turned to the stranger who had just pummeled her boyfriend with his bare fists. Without any hesitation, he pulled her toward him and kissed her passionately. It was the first time Nikki had kissed another man since she first laid eyes on her boyfriend, and that made it even more naughty. She gave herself to him and let him touch and kiss her in any way he wanted. She was the prize for winning the fight.
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Bella knew something was wrong before she even stepped foot in the bedroom. The first sign that something was off was the car parked on the street in front of the house. It was nondescript, a little old with a faded green paint job and one hubcap missing. The car itself wasn't unusual, but they lived in a quiet suburban neighborhood that was off the beaten path. Most of the residents parked their cars in their driveways, and visitors usually did the same. When people did park on the street, it was always in front of the house they were visiting. So why was this random car parked in front of her house?
Bella shrugged off the oddity and grabbed her purse, then headed toward the front door. Usually Fridays were one of the busiest days in the catering industry. There wasn’t a lot going on this weekend though, so her boss had let her go home early. It was only three in the afternoon, which left her a few extra hours before her husband John came home from work.
The next sign was waiting for her just inside the front door. She saw one of her husband’s t-shirts sitting in the middle of the entryway, with pink shirt lying next to it. The odd part was the white lace bra hanging from the doorknob of the coat closet nearby. It looked like John had tried to wash some clothes but hadn't actually gotten all of the clothes into the laundry room. The only problem with that idea was that the bra wasn't one of hers.
Before the truth of it could hit her, a soft moan floated through the house, coming from the hallway where her bedroom was.
It was a woman’s moan.
Her feet started to move toward the sound, while her heart sped up and her mind began to spin. The moans continued, and with every step, she moved faster. She was steps away from the door when her husband’s voice joined his partner’s overtures.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned.
Bella rounded the corner and found herself looking at her husband, buck naked on top of some blonde bimbo.
At first, they didn't notice her. Bella stood staring blankly as John plowed this woman she had never seen before. She couldn't understand it. They had been happily married. Everything was great. They had even had sex last night.
Now he was cheating on her.
Bella’s mind was consumed by rage. Her blood began boiling and every muscle tightened. She was going to attack, and nothing would stop her.
Her keys were in her hand, and just as she pulled back to throw them with every ounce of force she had, the girl looked up at her and screamed. Her hand whipped forward and they flew threw the air, striking John in the side of the head. He yelled and rolled off of his playtoy, then looked up at his wife with a shocked expression.
Bella didn't wait for him to speak. She grabbed a vase from the hallway table and chucked it at him. The girl was still screaming as he ducked to the side and avoided it by mere inches.
There was nothing else nearby, so Bella hurried into the room and toward the dresser. She grabbed the alarm clock and yanked the plug from the wall, then turned to hurl it at whoever she saw first. The girl had already jumped out of the bed though, and she scrambled naked out the door and down the hall.
Bella could deal with John later. She chased after the bimbo, following her to the front door and out onto their front doorstep. The girl booked it across the lawn, still completely naked and covering her privates with her hands, as the alarm clock sailed brought the air and crashed into her car. She hopped into the driver’s seat, but she had forgotten something. Her keys were still inside the house.
Suddenly, John bolted out the door past his wife. He had paused to throw on some pants, and he had his girlfriend’s keys in his hand. Bella had nothing to throw, so she began screaming at him with everything she had.
“Get the fuck out and don't come back, you useless piece of shit!” she cried. “I hope you fucking die!”
He slipped into the passenger seat and jammed the key in the ignition. The car started and the tires squealed as they sped off.
Bella stood on the doorstep, still in shock. A few neighbors had poked their heads out to see what was going on, but she didn't care. Her life as she knew it had just ended, and she fell to her knees crying.
A year had passed since that day, and Bella looked back on it with fond amusement now. They had only made it a few miles before a cop pulled them over and arrested the girl for driving naked. There was something bittersweet about knowing that little detail.
John would later admit that he had been carrying on an affair for almost six months. There was no coming back from that, and Bella wanted nothing to do with him. They divorced, and she had done quite well in the settlement. Life moved on, and she had somehow kept going through the darkest part of her life.
Now things were looking up. She was eating healthier, working out regularly, and just feeling more healthy in general. John had been toxic to her and she had never even realized it. Now that he wasn't dragging her down, she had excelled in almost every aspect of her life.
Bella had not yet started dating, but instead put all of her energy into her work. That was how she had moved up to the position of event manager, overseeing a crew of chefs and waitstaff at different events. The event manager was the big boss whenever they were outside of the main office, and she took pride in being one of the best in the company.
It was a beautiful Spring day when she was called in to run one of their biggest events. A local businessman was holding a fundraiser at his luxurious mansion off in the hills of an obscure Massachusetts town called Belton. She had never even heard of it before she was assigned to the event there, so she arrived an hour early to scope out the location before the event started.
When Bella got there, she was greeted by a heavy wrought iron gate that had been left open for the guests. Following the directions her boss had given her, she made her way up the driveway and took a right where the road forked. The path to the left took the guests up to the main entrance, but this one wound around the back of the property to the kitchen entrance. That was where her staff would be unloading.
As she got out of her car, a small, flustered man in a black tuxedo came rushing out the door to greet her.
“Thank god you are here,” he said frantically. “My name is Bryan. I’m the event organizer for Mr. Singleton. He is extremely anxious about this event and I need everything perfect! Where’s the rest of your crew?”
“They are on their way,” Bella replied calmly. “We weren't scheduled to be here for another hour, but I wanted to get here ahead of time to see if I needed to do any prep work beforehand.”
“Early?” Bryan replied, exasperated. “They were supposed to be here an hour ago. My email said eleven in the morning!”
“No,” Bella said, still keeping her cool. “The message sent to us said one in the afternoon.”
“Oh, great,” he said, burying his face in his hands. “I must have typed it wrong. If you can get them here as soon as possible, that would be great. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about Mr. Singleton, so we don't want a misstep.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Mr. Singleton before,” she replied, pulling out her phone to ask her crew to leave earlier.
Bryan stared at her, dumbfounded.
“How have you never heard of Kevin Singleton? He’s all over the news and tabloids every other day. The Beast of Belton?”
It suddenly dawned on Bella who he was talking about. She hadn't made the connection to the name of the town, but now it all made sense. Singleton was known for his aggressive business tactics, which had made him into a billionaire by the time he hit thirty. He often made business deals that resulted in massive layoffs, and always showed little empathy for those who got caught in the wake of his actions. As long as he made a profit, that was all that mattered.
Singleton also had a reputation as an abusive womanizer. Several female employees had filed sexual harassment charges against him, but somehow they all seemed to fade away before they made it to court. The rumor mill claimed that he would simply pay the women to go away, while others said that he would make the victim’s lives a living hell until they gave up on their claims. Either way, the cases always disappeared before they made it to court.
Now Bella understood why Bryan was so flustered. Her heart began racing and her palms were sweaty, but with a few deep breaths, she pulled it together. She was a professional, and she always did her best. There was no room for errors, and even more so today. With a few texts, she made sure her crew would be there with time to spare.
By the time the guests started to arrive, all of the prep work was done and the wait staff was passing hors d’oeuvres and champagne. Within a few hours, they had finished their work and were cleaning the kitchen before they left. Once again, Bella had pulled off a miracle and made it work, even when the mistake wasn't hers to fix.
As the afternoon wound down, Bella was bent over the stove scrubbing away with her staff when the kitchen door swung open abruptly. A towering man in a finely-tailored suit came charging in, with two men in tow. One of them was Bryan, who looked incredibly nervous and agitated. The other was unfamiliar, but he seemed much more calm and relaxed as he busily scribbled notes in a small organizer. His hair was slicked back, and he would occasionally glance up to peer at her over the top of his thick-rimmed glasses.
Bella recognized the taller man from his many appearances in the news. His jet-black hair was carefully combed and contoured. He had a handsome face, but it was hidden behind an angry scowl. The Beast of Belton looked like he was on the warpath.
“Where is Mr. Barbeaux?” he asked haughtily.
“It’s Miss Barbeaux,” Bella proclaimed proudly, setting her rag down and approaching the billionaire.
Mr. Singleton had a look of disdain on his face, but when he turned toward her, she saw his expression falter for a minute. He looked her up and down carefully, then crossed his arms across his chest like a spoiled child.
“It's my understanding that your staff was an hour and a half late today. Would you care to explain yourself?”
“Actually, sir,” she said smugly, “we were given the wrong start time. Once I was made aware of the mistake, I had my crew here a half hour early and still managed to keep our operation running on time with the schedule I was given.”
“Milton, who was responsible for giving them their start time?” Mr. Singleton asked, his eyes never leaving Bella.
“That would have been Bryan’s responsibility, sir,” the third man replied, and they both turned toward the nervous event organizer.
“A mistake like that is unacceptable,” Mr. Singleton told him bluntly. “You're fired. Perhaps you should look for a new line of work. Event organizing doesn't seem to be a good fit for you.”
Bryan began to stammer in his own defense for a moment, but he knew there was no point in squabbling. With the Beast of Belton, once something was done, it was done. There was no coming back. He lowered his head and left the room without another word.
“You handled yourself very well today, Miss Barbeaux,” Mr. Singleton said, turning back toward her. “Thank you for your hard work. I’m very impressed.”
Without waiting for her reply, he turned on his heels and breezed out of the kitchen.
Bella inhaled deeply, realizing she had been holding her breath during their encounter. She returned to her work, but a few moments later she was interrupted again when Milton returned on his own. He handed her an envelope with the remaining payment for the evening.
“Mr. Singleton has a dinner this Thursday evening, and he asked me if you could attend to the catering for the evening. He will offer double your usual fee, but he would like you to run the evening. Would that be a possibility?”
“I believe we are available that evening, but I would have to check the schedule when I get back,” she said.
“I would suggest saying yes,” Milton advised her. “Mr. Singleton can do a lot for your company, and he doesn't like to hear the the word no.”
He turned to leave, but Bella was quick with her reply.
“From what I saw tonight, I don't feel very confident about saying yes, either.”
Milton stopped and turned slowly toward her. He stepped a little closer, watching her sternly.
“Mr. Singleton is not as bad of a boss as some people might have you believe,” he said, speaking in slow, measured tones. “He does ask for careful attention to detail, and I will tell you that this was not Bryan’s first mistake. Don't be so quick to judge. Bring your staff here on Thursday and see if you still think that. If you don't feel comfortable after that, I will remove you from our lists and make sure you are never bothered again. Does that sound fair?”
Bella paused for a moment to contemplate it, then nodded. If the schedule wasn't open, she would make sure it was. This was a great opportunity to expand her personal client base, and she couldn't complain about getting paid twice her usual fee. It was worth the chance, and it was only one evening.
By the time Bella had gotten back to the main kitchen, Milton had already emailed her all of the details for Thursday. It was a simple menu for a dozen guests, so she would only need a barebones crew. She was still a bit nervous, but she knew she could handle it.
Once again, she arrived early to make sure everything was in place and ready to go when her crew arrived. Now that she knew what was at stake, she had dressed in server’s attire so she could bounce back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room. That way she would be able to keep an eye on every little detail.
When the first dish was ready, Bella grabbed one of the plates and pushed through the service door. She found herself standing in a long, dimly lit hallway lined with display cases. The other servers had already been to the dining room to set the table, so she followed them down the hall until they pushed through the door at the end. The room beyond was a spacious one with lofted ceilings over a huge wood table. A sparkling chandelier cast long shadows across the wall, giving it a spooky feel. Despite the dire atmosphere, there were a dozen men in suits seated at the table
Mr. Singleton sat at the head, and Bella headed toward him while the other servers delivered their plates to the remaining guests. As she set his food down in front of him, he looked up and gave her the faintest smile before returning to the conversation. She perused the table to make sure everything was in place, then ducked out the door after the rest of her staff.
As the evening progressed, Bella continued to serve Mr. Singleton herself. He gave her that faint smile each time, but his gaze seemed to linger a little longer as the night went on. There was something behind his smoldering blue eyes that captivated her.
With every trip down the hall, Bella would look into a different display case. There was one in particular that stood out to her. Every shelf held several books placed on stands with the front of the book facing outward. It was the only case with a lock on the door, and Bella found herself wondering how valuable these old books must be. After delivering the last course to the table, she lingered a little longer to try and get a closer look. One particular book was all by itself on the topmost shelf, and she stood on her tiptoes to try to get a better view.
“That's one of the earliest printed versions of Grimm’s fairy tales,” a voice spoke, startling her.
Bella spun around and found Mr. Singleton watching her intently with his hands in his pockets. Somehow, he had managed to make it most of the way down the hallway without making a sound, and she suddenly panicked when she realized she had made a huge mistake.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said apologetically. “I was just admiring your collection. I love old books, and it caught my eye.”
“Please don't worry like that, Miss Barbeaux,” he said, chuckling as he approached the display case. “I can't be mad at a fellow book lover. They open us to a whole new world, and show us dark details of the human condition that we might not have considered otherwise. This book is the perfect example. Did you know that the Grimm brothers didn't consider themselves writers? They didn't make up these stories themselves. They were tales that had been passed around orally for generations, and they simply wanted to collect them in one place to preserve their memory. These stories have inspired countless others, and you can't really put a price on influence like that.”
“Certainly not,” Bella answered. “I never knew that.”
Her nerves had started to calm, but she didn't want to be rude and just walk away, so she lingered for a moment.
“Do you read often?” he asked her.
“Almost every night,” Bella admitted. “I love being able to escape to another world and just forget my problems for a little bit. It's quite freeing.”
“I feel the same way,” he said solemnly. After a brief pause, he changed the subject. “You did an excellent job this evening. My colleagues were very impressed with the food and service, as was I. I hope you will continue to provide us with your services in the future.”
Mr. Singleton turned and walked slowly back toward the dining room. When he got to the door, he stopped and turned back toward her slightly.
“There was a few issues with the placement of the dinnerware at the beginning of the meal. The guests didn't notice, but I did. Please make sure to check before the guests are seated next time.”
Then he was gone.
Bella felt her cheeks burning red. He was right. She should have checked the settings before they had sat down at the table. If there was a next time, she wouldn't let that happen again.
Over the next few months, Bella was called back to the estate in Belton to oversee dinners as often as every other week. Each time, she checked every detail meticulously and made sure her servers did the same.
Whatever the group was that she had been called on to serve, they seemed very secretive. She began to notice that whenever the servers entered the room, the conversation would fade away quickly. Their business was none of hers, but she did find it intriguing that they would be so covert that even a fragment of conversation wasn't allowed when others were present.
Bella’s interactions with Mr. Singleton were infrequent, but he would sometimes stop to thank her for her hard work. Every now and then he would correct some minor mistake, but he wasn't overly rude or overbearing when he did. The Beast of Belton seemed pretty tame to her, but that didn't mean she didn't occasionally see his darker side with his other staff. The only one besides her that seemed to be immune from his controlling behavior was Milton, who never seemed to make even the slightest mistake. He had adapted to the whims of his boss and was very adept at making sure the anger never fell on him.
After one particularly successful dinner, Bella was cleaning up with the rest of the staff when Milton made one of his rare appearances in the kitchen.
“Excuse me, Miss Barbeaux. Could I speak to you in private for a moment?”
Bella set her rag down and stepped out the door into the hallway. For a moment she feared she had made a significant mistake, but she would have expected Mr. Singleton to handle something like that in person. Milton’s calm demeanor helped soothe her fears.
“Mr. Singleton will be attending a fundraiser at the Boston Public Library this Saturday night. Because of your fondness for books, he asked me to see if you would be willing to attend the event as his date for the evening.”
Bella was caught off guard by the request. She smiled on the outside, but something inside her told her this wouldn't be a good idea. If she said yes, she would be opening the door for a non-professional relationship with him, and she had already worked so hard to maintain her lucrative deal with the estate. Plus, she remembered the rumors about his penchant for harassing women, and she wondered if this was how those incidents began. The entire idea made her hesitant.
“I don't think that would be a good idea,” she said finally. “I usually work on Saturdays, so I might be busy already.”
Milton gave her a stone-cold stare. Bella could see the wheels turning as he tried to figure out the best way to approach this.
“If that is your answer, I will pass it along to Mr. Singleton. However, I would remind you that he’s not the kind of man who likes to hear the word no. He was quite insistent that you attend the event with him, and I worry that denying him might affect your professional relationship with him.”
Bella furrowed her brow, feeling frustrated. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and either answer seemed to have negative consequences.
“I don't even have anything to wear, though,” she said in a last-ditch effort to get out of it.
“That won't be an issue. You can come here around noon I will set you up in one of the spare rooms. There will be a gown for you, as well as someone to do your makeup and style your hair. Everything will be handled. All you have to do is show up.”
“Then I guess I don't have much choice,” she replied sullenly.
Milton smiled victoriously, then turned and walked away, leaving her standing in front of the case that held Mr. Singleton’s prized book collection. Bella took a deep breath, then returned to her work.
On Saturday, Bella was up early in anticipation of what was to come. There was no way to tell how this evening was going to unfold, and that made her incredibly nervous. She had handled so much up to this point, though, and this was just another drop in the bucket. If he made her feel bad in any way, she wouldn't hesitate to find a cab to take her home.
She pulled into the driveway just before noon. Unlike her previous visits, the gate out front was closed, but when she buzzed the intercom, it opened before her.
Instead of taking the right fork toward the kitchen, Bella decided that she should come in through the front door this time. As she pulled up and parked in the empty loop in front of the main entryway, Milton was waiting dutifully for her.
“I’m glad you decided to come today,” he said with a smug grin. “Follow me and I will show you to your room.”
Bella fell in behind him and followed him obediently as he led her through the house. She had only seen the kitchen, the hallway, and dining room, but she knew there was a lot more to it, just based on the palatial size of the building. The grand entryway was open and spacious, with two separate staircases curving up to the second floor on the left and right. She had seen places like this on television, but this was the first one she had seen it in person. She hesitated for a moment to take it all in, then hurried after Milton as he climbed the right staircase.
The hallways turned left and right, winding past dozens of closed doors. Every now and then it would branch in two different directions, like a giant maze. Even if she wanted to leave, Bella wasn't sure that she would be able to find her way.
When they finally got to her room, she was in awe. The room was enormous, with couches and a television off to one side. The centerpiece of the room was a huge four-poster bed made from intricately carved mahogany wood. To the right was a set of double doors that led to the bathroom and a dressing area.
Milton pushed the doors open and Bella was greeted by three women bustling about. As soon as they saw her, all of their attention was on her. They hurried over excitedly like fairy godmothers preparing a young woman for a night at the ball. The only thing missing was a pumpkin that they could turn into a carriage.
Their names were Sherri, Terry, and Clarice. All three were dressed in eccentric outfits. Sherri was blonde, while Terry was a brunette. Clarice was the standout of the bunch, with a frizzed-out mop of hair on her head that had been dyed to a faint shade of pink. Together, they made an amusing trio that constantly vacillated between friendly joking and frenzied snipping.
Bella wanted to see the dress, but her stylists refused until they had finished everything else. She was ushered into a chair in front of a mirror, where they set about preparing her hair and makeup. It took over an hour as they carefully twisted her long brunette hair into braids, then spun them into a tight little bun on the back of her head. They then added a few decorative pins that made her hair look like it was dotted with starlight. Despite her nerves, Bella smiled widely when she saw the finished product.
Once they were done, they pulled her by the hand and led her out of the dressing room and into the main room. While they had been hard at work on her, someone had brought in four beautiful gowns and laid them out on the bed. There was a pink one, a blue one, a yellow one, and red one. Bella found herself drawn to the yellow one. It was a long flowing dress with modest accents that were tactful and beautiful. As soon as she pointed to that one, the women began clapping their hands excitedly. The decision was unanimous.
The women swarmed around her and began stripping her clothes off without any concern for her modesty. The dress had built in support, so when they unhooked her bra and removed that as well, her hands quickly clutched her breasts to hide them. Thankfully she had chosen a pair of cute red panties, because that was all she was left with when they were done.
They carefully guided her into the dress and zipped it up around her, wrapping her in radiant sunshine. The girls were ready to do any alterations, but somehow the dress just fit her perfectly, as if it was meant for her. Once everything was in place, she was led back to the bathroom and placed in front of a huge mirror where she could see the entire finished product.
As Bella looked at her reflection, she was filled with excitement. This was her fairytale moment, where she could be the beautiful princess with no worries or concerns. It felt magical, but there was a tense undertone of frustration behind those positive emotions. Ever since she had left John, she had promised herself that she would never let a man walk on her like that again. She had pushed herself to be strong and independent every single day, but now she was going to this benefit to satisfy a man and preserve herself professionally. That wasn't the way she wanted to live her life, but she told herself it wouldn't hurt to let herself feel beautiful and magnificent for one night.
With their work done, Sherri, Terry, and Clarice vanished and left Bella alone in the room to soak it in. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door. She crossed the room with her dress swishing behind her, and opened it. Mr. Singleton stood before her, and when he looked up from the cufflink he was fiddling with, she could see the awe in his eyes. A smile spread across his lips and his entire face brightened. For a moment, she would never suspect that he could ever be called the Beast of Belton.
“You look amazing,” he said, unable to put any other words together.
“Thank you, Mr. Singleton,” Bella replied, feeling her entire body flutter with excitement.
“Please, call me Kevin tonight,” he said.
“Very well, Kevin. Is it time to go?”
“It is. May I escort you to the car?” he asked humbly.
“Certainly,” she answered, then held out her hand to him.
Kevin took it and led her down the long, winding hallways. Eventually they emerged in the front hallway and made their way out to the limo waiting out front.
As the car wound its way toward the city, the two of them chatted amicably. Bella was once again surprised by how inaccurate the popular opinion of her host could be. He was a sweet man with a gentle nature, but he seemed to hide that at every turn. It made her wonder what had happened to make him such a heartless cutthroat in his professional life. She knew from personal experience that it took a certain degree of control to succeed, but he seemed to take that idea to new heights.
Bella found herself captivated by his boyish charm. Whenever she would crack a small joke, he would let out a hearty laugh that was contagious. There was nothing beastly about him in that moment.
The car pulled up in front of the library, and Kevin jumped out first. When he opened her door, she saw a bright red carpet stretching from the curb up the steps to the door. On each side of the carpet was a line of photographers scrambling to get a picture of the billionaire’s mystery date. Kevin held out his hand and guided her to her feet, then slowly meandered past the press. He would stop every few steps to pose for a photo, and Bella followed his lead nervously. She had never had this much attention focused on her at one time, and it was overwhelming.
The inside of the library had been cleared for a huge dance floor. A small orchestra played softly in the background while women in boisterous gowns were spun across the floor by their dapper dates. It looked like something out of a movie.
Kevin passed her some champagne, and she downed it in a minute. Her quick move made him smile, but he also stopped to pass her another. Bella made a mental note to take this one a little slower while Kevin guided her around the room. He seemed to know everyone there, and many of them were happy to see him. At the same time, there was a fair share that seemed equally fearful and nervous in his presence, and she was once again struck by the two sides of his persona, one personal and one private.
Despite spending a lot of time networking, Kevin seemed to make sure that Bella was more than just arm candy. Every now and then he would pull her aside to a quieter area and chat with her for a bit. After they had finished off a few more glasses of bubbly, he took her by the hand and led her out onto the dance floor.
Kevin was an amazing dancer. Bella had never done any type of ballroom dancing, but her host led her around the floor with a series of twirls and spins that made her feel even more like a princess. She was still in control of herself, but there was something freeing about giving in to his guidance and letting him lead her with the flow of the music. A permanent smile had taken over her face, and she giggled a little more often.
As the night wound down, Kevin notified his assistant that they were ready to make their departure. He said a few goodbyes to his closest colleagues before they made their way outside. Bella felt a comfortable buzz, but she was far from drunk. Being with Kevin seemed to have a calming effect, and she had imbibed a lot less alcohol toward the end of the evening. When they slipped into the back seat of the limo, she was smiling from ear to ear with giddy excitement.
The ride home was even more enjoyable now that she had fallen into stride. Kevin turned the attention away from himself and took a little time to get to know her better.
“How long have you been in the catering business?” he asked, giving her his full attention.
“About ten years now. I started right out of school, but I didn't really get into it until after my divorce last year. After that, I dove in head first to keep myself distracted. Since then, I’ve really found my place in it.”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear about the divorce, but it looks like something good came from it at least.”
“It is a good career,” Bella agreed with a shrug.
“That, too,” he chuckled. “I actually meant it was good because it gave me the chance to meet you.”
Bella blushed and looked away. He was doing something to her, making her feel like a teenage girl. Was she ready for this again? Her scars from John were still fresh, and that made it hard to trust anyone. Kevin seemed different, but after everything she had heard, she wasn't so sure.
He sensed her unease and hurriedly changed the subject.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight. That charity is one of the most important to me. As a child, I was an avid reader, and I feel it's important that books be available to anybody with the desire to find them,” he said, somewhat somber in comparison to their earlier conversations.
“I think that's a great cause,” she said, once again surprised by his humanitarian efforts. She had never read about his charitable side, but something like that wouldn't really sell as many magazines as the sexual harassment charges. “How long have you been involved with the Public Library?”
“I can't even remember, honestly. As soon as I had enough money to share it with others, I was contributing to them. They say that people who like to read have a much broader imagination and much higher level of intellect. What do you think?”
“I agree,” she said, watching his eyes as they returned to her. “It takes a lot of imagination to paint a picture with words, but it can also take you to a whole other world.”
The car had just pulled into the driveway, but Bella was thoroughly lost in those deep blue eyes. A spark of excitement crossed his face, and he smiled gleefully.
“Can I show you something?” he asked her suddenly.
“Okay,” she replied, quite curious about what could light up his face like that.
Kevin exited the car and once again offered his hand. Bella took it and followed his lead. Her dress swished around her feet as they hurried past the stairs and through the belly of the house. They made their way through the maze of hallways until he stopped in front of a huge set of double doors set into a towering archway. She looked at him nervously, wondering where he was taking her.
“Is this some sort of kinky sex room?” she asked, only half jokingly.
“Don't be silly,” he answered, narrowing her eyes at her. “I may be an eccentric billionaire, but I’m not going to make an entire room just for sex. That's just ridiculous.”
The two of them giggled for a moment, before he grabbed one of the door handles and twisted it. The doors opened, and the room beyond was enough to take Bella’s breath away.
The space inside stretched up to the top of the house, taking up two stories of an entire corner of the building. Lining the walls were bookcases stretching all the way to the ceiling. A small balcony surrounded the second level, where more books covered every inch of available space. There were a few small tables and comfy chairs in the center, making the perfect area to sit and disappear into any one of the millions of books surrounding you.
Bella rushed through the door and began perusing the spines closest to her. The subjects were just as varied as the colors of the bindings that held them, from Shakespearean plays to classic Greek and Roman literature, with a selection of modern authors intermixed. It would take a lifetime to read this many books, but she would never be lacking.
Kevin stood just inside the doorway, watching her run about like a kid in a candy factory. Every wall held new surprises that captured her attention for only a moment before she discovered the next one.
There were small ladders on sliding tracks that gave access to the upper shelves. Bella spotted an old leather-bound copy of Huckleberry Finn on one of the higher shelves, and she quickly grabbed one of them and rolled it nearby. Within seconds, she had scaled the ladder and grabbed the book, but as she tried to come down, her bellowing dress caught her foot and she felt herself teeter backwards. Suddenly the air was rushing past her as she toppled backward. She winced in anticipation of the coming impact, but instead she felt the soft embrace of her date, catching her a few feet from the ground.
Kevin had foreseen the accident as soon as she grabbed the ladder, and was already below her when she stumbled. Now Bella looked up into his anxious eyes with his powerful arms holding her, and she felt safe, safer than she had felt since the day she had left John.
Just like that, he was there, inches away from her face. He smiled down at her, his eyes seeming to probe her soul, and she suddenly realized she wanted him. Her eyes drifted closed and his lips were on hers, kissing her as he cradled her in his arms. Bella wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled him closer, wanting to feel his presence. She craved him in a way that she had never wanted any man before. Her entire body ached to feel him.
When he stopped kissing her, Bella knew exactly what she wanted.
“Take me to my room,” she whispered longingly to him.
Kevin turned on his heels and rushed out of the library. His feet seemed to float across the floor as he guided her down the hallways and up a back staircase to the second floor. Bella buried her face against his shoulder and held him close, feeling the power in his body as he carried her. When he pushed through an anonymous set of doors and into the room where she had gotten dressed earlier, he deftly set her down on her feet and pulled her back into a kiss.
Kevin’s lips were rough and firm, brushing against the softness of her skin as he moved down and began kissing her neck. Every touch seemed to fuel her desire even more, driving her crazy with lust. Part of her couldn't understand how she had even gotten here. She didn't even want to come tonight, and now she wanted the Beast of Belton to take her, to control her. She wanted to feel his lips on every inch of her body, but the dress seemed to act like a wall between them.
Bella pushed him away and took a few steps back. It had taken three women to get her into this dress, but taking it off would be much easier. She reached behind her back and slowly pulled the zipper down. The fabric loosened around her, and she pulled it down. As the dress passed below her chest, she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra, and Kevin would have a clear view of her naked breasts. That didn't bother her though. She wanted to show him. She wanted him to see her.
As the dress collected in a pile around her feet, she stepped out of it toward Kevin in only her panties. He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again, this time with a fresh passion. His strong hands were on the bare skin of her back, holding her close as their lips came together fervently.
Bella broke away from the kiss and began pawing at any button she could find. First his jacket came off, then the vest below. As she unbuttoned his shirt, Kevin pulled at the bow tie around his neck and tossed it aside. Soon he was down to his undershirt, and she peeled that up and off to reveal his toned body below. Her hands slide over his muscles for a moment before returning to the warmth of his kiss again.
Kevin scooped Bella up in his arms and carried her across the room. He set her down on the edge of the bed and slipped her panties off, then dropped to his knees. She laid back, letting his hands spread her thighs. When his tongue slid along the soft folds of her pussy, she let out a sigh of relief. He began tracing gentle circles around her clitoris, teasing it without touching it. A long, undulating moan escaped her lips, and she grabbed his head as he explored her sex with his mouth.
Kevin’s tongue moved deftly, touching her in places that had been long neglected. Her entire body was vibrating, her muscles trembling. The first pangs of an orgasm started inside her, and when he slid one of his fingers into her wetness, she felt it spread through her body like a tsunami.
As her climax passed, Kevin moved up onto the bed. His body hovered over her, teasing her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed above her head, once again showing his fierce dominance.
“Do you want me?” he whispered in her ear as he kissed the soft curve of her neck.
“Yes, please,” Bella pleaded.
“Tell me,” he pressed, his lips brushing her skin.
“I want you inside me,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
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It had only been four hours since I had dropped Elise off at the airport, and I was already missing her.
I had met my girlfriend a little over two years ago. I’m a doctor, and Elise was brought in by a management company that was taking over the operations of our office. I was immediately drawn to her bubbly personality and beautiful smile, but she was also physically perfect. Her mother was Korean, which gave her distinctly Asian features, while her father had a German background, which is where they got her name. She was slim and toned naturally, but she had gotten implants a few years before I met her, and that gave her body some curve in just the right spot.
For the first few months after we met, she seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time in our office. The more time I spent around her, the more I found myself looking forward to her visits. I wanted to ask her out, but I knew that would never be allowed as long as we worked together. When she was reassigned to a different set of offices, I saw my opportunity and asked her on a date. From there, our relationship blossomed.
Elise had worked for the same management company as a regional manager for almost ten years. Her region included San Diego, where we both lived, and a few offices in Phoenix. Every few months, she would have to fly out to Arizona for the weekend to check up on those ones. We both hated being away from each other, but it was a little easier for her to handle. The company always put her up in luxurious resorts and paid all of her expenses. It was like a mini vacation for her.
Today was Friday, and she would be gone until Monday. I wasn’t looking forward to a long weekend alone, but we always stayed in touch over text while she was away. After finishing up a few things at work, I pulled out my phone to see how she was doing.
“Hey, baby!” I said. “Did you make it in okay?”
“Hi, honey!” she replied almost immediately. “I’m just getting settled into my room. It’s so beautiful here! I think this is the nicest place they’ve ever put me in. There’s even a hot tub in my room! The only thing that’s missing is you!”
“Awe, I miss you too!” I replied with a smile. “I can’t wait to see you on Monday.”
“Well, I won’t make you wait that long. I brought some of your favorite lingerie with me. I’m going to put some on tonight, have a bottle of wine, and maybe do a sexy photoshoot for you. I hope you aren’t planning on bringing over another girl, because I want you to be drooling over these!”
Elise loved to tease me, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, too. She was incredibly photogenic, and she knew how to take the sexiest pictures when she was all by herself.
“I can’t wait,” I answered. “I don’t need another woman as long as I have you!”
“Good! I’m going to go get some dinner and pick up that wine, but I’ll call you later with a few surprises. Stay tuned!”
She added a winking emoji, and I knew I was in for some great pictures later. I tucked my phone away and went off in search of my own dinner for the evening.
It was almost eight o’clock when my phone rang with a call from Elise. I had started to get a bit antsy waiting for her, but I knew she would send me something good when she was ready, so I waited patiently until I finally heard the ring of my phone.
“Hey, sweetie!” she chirped excitedly when I answered the phone. “How are you?”
I could hear a noticeable slur in her voice that confirmed her intoxicated state, and I giggled a little. She was even more naughty when she drunk, so I wasn’t going to complain.
“I’m alright, but I really miss you,” I said. “What have you been up to?”
“Well, I’ve almost finished a whole bottle of wine, and I’ve been taking a few pictures for you, so now I’m really horny, too. Want to see the pictures?”
“Absolutely!” I said excitedly.
One of the things I loved about Elise was that she seemed very friendly, but she always kept it clean when she was around others. When it was just the two of us, though, she was always very sexual. She was incredible in bed, more so than anyone I had been with before. I had initially assumed she would be a little vanilla, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover she was very open minded and sexually driven.
“Hold on a second while I send them,” she said, then disappeared for a moment.
My phone dinged in my hand and I pulled it away to find a dozen pictures from her waiting in my messages. She had brought my favorite lingerie with her, a red and black bra and panty set paired with a garter belt and some black fishnet stockings. There were a few images of her splayed out on the bed, and a few of her standing in front of a full length body mirror that was positioned on one of the walls in the room. The rest of the pictures showed her in various states of undress, often posed to show off her cleanly shaven pussy and her voluptuous breasts.
“Damn, you are amazing,” I said after carefully making my way through the pictures. My cock was already hard and aching, so I began rubbing myself to relieve the sexual tension. “What are you doing now?”
“Mmm, I’m snuggled in the hot tub and playing with myself. Want to see?”
“Of course,” I said.
There was a few seconds of silence, followed by another picture. This time she was reclined in the tub with her long black hair pulled up into a ponytail. The water swirled around her breasts, her nipples hidden just below the surface of the water.
“Damn, you are incredible,” I said when I had finished enjoying the picture. “I wish I could be there in that tub with you, touching that beautiful body, slipping my hand down between your legs to feel you.”
“Mmm, don’t tease me like that!” she cooed. “You know how wet I get thinking about you.”
“I know, and I love it!”
There was a lull in the conversation for a second. I could hear a hint of hesitation from Elise, but before I could ask her about it, her liquid courage took over.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” she said meekly.
I was curious where her mind was going, so I mumbled in assent and waited for her to continue.
“Can you tell me about that thing you used to do with your exes? What was it called again?”
“You mean the cuckold thing?” I asked.
“Yeah, that,” she said, then giggled nervously. “I know you mentioned it once before, but we’ve never really talked a lot about it. How did it work? What did you guys do?”
Before I had met Elise, I had a distinct fetish for the idea of being cuckolded by a beautiful woman. I had dated maybe a dozen women before I met her, and had actually fulfilled the fantasy with three of them.
“I mean, there wasn’t much to it. We would go online and find a guy she liked, and then message him to see if we got a good vibe. If everything seemed good, we would meet up with him for drinks first. Sometimes we would make a second date, but usually we would just end up bringing the guy home and she would sleep with him while I watched.”
“Did you join in, or just sit there and play with yourself?” she asked, still a little hesitant.
“I would just watch and play with myself. I would always get my turn after the guy left, and that was even better than joining. The pleasure of reclaiming your significant other after she’s been with another man can be pretty intense, but the wait when you are being denied pleasure makes it that much better.”
“So why have you always said you wouldn’t want to do it with me?”
It was a very honest and pointed question, and my stomach tightened in response. The truth was that I had never had strong feelings for the women who had helped me fulfill my fantasy. There was an element of vulnerability to cuckolding. When you tell your girlfriend that you want her to sleep with another man, a physically superior man, you take the chance that she’s going to catch feelings for the new guy. In a strong relationship like the one I shared with Elise, the chances were low, but it was still a possibility.
I had always considered myself a very average guy in terms of my appearance. I’m not a model by any stretch of the word, and Elise had always made me felt like that didn’t matter. But there were plenty of guys who would openly flirt with her, even in my presence, and that always made me nervous about suggesting that she sleep with someone other than me.
“Because I love you,” I said briefly, despite my inner machinations. “The last thing I want to do is take the chance of losing you to someone else.”
“You are the sweetest, most amazing man ever, and nobody would ever take you away from me. You know that, right?”
I smiled warmly, feeling the love in her voice.
“I know,” I said. “Why are you asking, anyway?”
Once again, there was a palpable hesitation in her answer. I felt a nervous flutter, but her answer quickly quelled my fears.
“On my first trip to Arizona ten years ago, I met this guy named Chris. We met at the bar in the hotel where I was staying, and we hit it off pretty well. He became like a friend with benefits that I would only see whenever I came out here. I stopped talking to him after a while, long before I met you, and I haven’t heard from him since then. I posted something about coming to Phoenix and he sent me a text saying hello and asking how I was doing. I haven’t sent anything back, though. I guess the wine has me feeling extra naughty tonight and I was thinking about writing back to him, but I won’t if you feel that strongly about it. We haven’t talked in years, so I doubt he’ll be upset if I ignore him.”
I had always told Elise that I didn’t want to watch her with another man, but that didn’t mean that I had never fantasized about other men fucking her. She seemed to be suggesting that she wanted to try it, but I wasn’t sure if perhaps I was just reading her intentions wrong.
“You wouldn’t want to just meet up with him to catch up, without sleeping with him?” I asked, feeling her out on this new friend.
“Well, we never really had that kind of relationship. I guess we were more like fuckbuddies than actual friends. We’d meet up for a drink to loosen things up, then go somewhere and fuck like bunnies for a few hours. After that, I would go home and not hear from him until the next time I was planning a trip. Honestly, if he hadn’t been good in bed, I probably would have stopped seeing him after my first trip.”
My mind swirled with a crazy mixture of emotions. This guy sounded like the perfect bull: skilled in bed with zero emotional connection for her. She could fuck his brains out and she would still come back to me without a second thought.
My cuckolding instincts kicked in and I began picturing Elise with a faceless man. My cock throbbed and I rubbed it harder, but I tried to keep my pace under control so that Elise wouldn’t hear me. I felt the familiar twinge of jealousy that came from my significant other lusting after another man, but just as it had every time before, the emotion turned me on even more.
“How big is he? Down there, I mean,” I asked.
The size of my manhood was another area where I felt very average. When I had chosen men for my previous girlfriends, I had always sought out well-hung guys to maximize their pleasure. If this guy was significantly bigger, it would fuel my insecurity in a very negative way while feeding my fantasy.
“I don’t really remember,” she said honestly. “I think he was about the same size as you, but I could be wrong. Why? Are you actually thinking you might want me to see him? Wait, are you touching yourself and thinking about it right now?”
That was when I realized that I had sunk myself so far into the fantasy, I was breathing deeply. She had caught me fantasizing about it, and it would be obvious if I lied to her, so I decided the truth was the best course.
“Yeah, I am,” I said hoarsely, letting the pleasure sink in. “As much as I say I don’t want you to fuck another guy, the idea is incredibly hot. Are you thinking about it, too? While you’re touching yourself?”
Elise giggled softly on the other end of the line, then let out a slow, heavy sigh.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m thinking about Chris. I’m thinking about how he used to fuck me, and it’s getting me so wet. Does it turn you on that your girlfriend is touching herself while she thinks about another man?”
“Yes,” I struggled to say. “I’m thinking about him kissing you. Touching you. I’m thinking about his cock slipping into that tight little pussy while I’m hundreds of miles away, jerking off all alone.”
“Don’t stop,” Elise begged, her breathing heavy and ragged. “Tell me more.”
“I’m imagining you riding his cock, your tits bouncing up and down every time you slide down onto him. Does that turn you on, baby?”
“Oh my god, yes,” she cried out, moaning deeply. “I want him to take a picture of his cock sliding into my pussy so i can send it to you afterward. I want to see how hard you get when I tell you how hard he fucked me, and how good it felt.”
Elise cried out loudly. I could hear her body erupt in orgasm at the idea of teasing me with another man, and my cock exploded in my hand, sending warm cum all over my lap.
I grabbed a towel and wiped my hand off, but both of us were silent for a minute.
“Is it always that intense?” she asked quietly.
“That’s nothing compared to how intense it can get when you really do it,” I said, knowing that I was leading myself down the path back to my old ways. “Were you just fantasizing, or were you serious about wanting to see him?”
“I… I don’t know,” she said finally. “If I’m being honest, I love the idea. I don’t want to upset you, though, and if you don’t want to try it, I understand. I just know that Chris is really great in bed, and I know that I love you and would never leave you for anyone else. If you think you would enjoy it, then I’m down to try it.”
“I’ve never done it without actually being there,” I said, pondering aloud. “I don’t know how that would work, and I wouldn’t be able to reclaim you afterward.”
“I could tell you all the details, and maybe try to get some pictures or a video. And I think making you wait until I got home would make it even more intense, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said, still hesitant.
“Do you want me to text him back?” she asked. “I don’t even know if he wants to see me. He might have a girlfriend or be married for all I know.”
“What if he is, but he still wants to fuck you?” I chuckled, knowing that Elise could convince any guy to fuck her, married or not. “Would you do it?”
“I wouldn’t care,” she said nonchalantly. “That might even make it hotter for me to know he was cheating for me. Maybe I should tell him I have a boyfriend, but not tell him that you know. He would probably love it if he thought I was cheating on you.”
“I like that idea, but it might make it hard to get pictures or a video if he thinks that,” I said. “Play it by ear though and see what feels comfortable.”
“So is that a yes?” she said, struggling to hold herself back.
“Yes, you can see him.”
“Oh my god, thank you, baby!” she squealed. “You are the most amazing man ever! Let me get off the phone then so I can text him. I’ll let you know what he says. Oh, and if you change your mind before tomorrow, I won’t be upset. Just let me know before I go out so I can let him know I’m canceling.”
I felt the familiar thrill of knowing something very kinky was going to happen this weekend. I couldn’t wait to see how Elise handled it while keeping me involved, and how far she would take it with him. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too much, because she might still lose her bravery when it came down to the moment of action.
“That’s okay, I doubt I will back out, but thank you for saying that.”
“You know, if he says yes, I may have to go out and buy a dress at lunch tomorrow. I didn’t bring anything sexy to wear on a date like this.”
“I’m sure you can find something good for him,” I said with a beaming grin. “Go talk to him first and let me know, though. I love you, baby. I hope you know that.”
“I do, baby, and I love you, too. I’ll text you soon.”
And just like that, she was gone. My stomach churned nervously as I struggled to keep my thoughts away from the wicked plan that was going down at that very moment. I pictured her in the tub, naked, and an idea occurred to me. I grabbed my phone and typed a quick text.
“Send him that pic of you in the tub. That will get his attention!”
There was no answer for almost twenty minutes, then finally my phone beeped.
“I have a date with him tomorrow night,” she said. “Oh, and he loved that picture of me! Night, baby!”
The first step had happened. My beautiful girlfriend had just shown herself off to another man in a teasing fashion. My cock was already hard, but I decided to hold off and save my excitement for tomorrow. I tucked my phone away and did my best to drift off to sleep.
I had Saturday and Sunday off, so I knew I was going to spend most of it in bed helplessly contemplating the night ahead. I could still say no, but somewhere deep inside, I knew I wanted this to happen.
Elise had a busy day, checking on three different offices before noon. She took a quick break and let me know that she had stopped at a mall, but I would have to wait until later that night to see what she had picked out. Her afternoon had three more stops, after which she would be returning to her hotel to get ready for the night.
The truth of what was about to happen finally sunk in around six that evening. I received an excited text from her.
“Oh god, baby, I have to show you what I’m wearing so you really know what you are getting yourself into!”
At first, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then the picture came through seconds later and my jaw dropped.
Elise was wearing a sexy little dress. It was snug, but not too tight, just enough to show her fit little body. There were two straps that came down into triangular cups over her breasts, with a plunging neckline between them that showed an obscene amount of cleavage. She looked like pure sex, and there was no way she was wearing that out and not getting fucked tonight.
“Holy shit, you look amazing!” I replied.
“You’re sure you’re okay with me going through with this? He’s going to be here in thirty minutes. I could still cancel now if you want, but once he’s here, it will be too late to stop me.”
“I know, baby,” I answered. “Don’t stop yourself. Do whatever your body craves. All I ask is that you make him wear a condom, okay?”
“I will, I promise! Have a good night, and I'll try to update you as much as I can. Talk to you later!”
Once again, she went silent.
Over the next two hours, I struggled with the familiar discomfort of cuckold angst. It was like an itch at the back of my mind that I just couldn’t reach. I had felt it before, but that was typically in the buildup leading up to a big date.
This was different. My girlfriend was out with another man at that exact moment, and I had no idea what they were doing. Were they already going at it, or were they still flirting at the bar? I didn’t know when I would hear from her, or if I would even hear from her at all that night. If their date ended up lasting into the morning hours, I might not get any information until the following morning.
Two hours had passed when my phone beeped. I looked at the screen and my heart jumped when I saw a message from Elise.
“Hey, baby! Are you there?”
“Yes!” I replied quickly. “How is it going?”
“It’s good,” she said. “Chris ran to the store, so I have about fifteen minutes. Do you want to hear about my night so far?”
“Yes, please!” I pleaded. “I’m dying here. Tell me what’s happened!”
“Well, we haven’t had sex yet, but we’ve been flirting and there was something… Wait, I’ll start at the beginning.
“So Chris and I have had a running joke going all the way back to when we first met ten years ago. I met him online and we were planning to go out for a drink. He asked me if I wanted to meet him at the bar or if he should pick me up. I told him I really hate driving, and as an example, I said I would rather give a guy roadhead and let him drive. He of course immediately offered to drive every time I came into town, and I would always end up going down on him at some point, usually after I had a few drinks in me. Last night while I was texting him, he asked if he should pick me up, and I said yes with a knowing wink, so he already knew I was down for some fun.
“He picked me up and his jaw dropped when he saw the dress. He gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek, and then took me across town for a drink. I think he intentionally picked something far away, but nothing happened on the ride there. We just chatted innocently.
“We got to the bar and started drinking, and by the time we were buzzed, we were already flirting pretty openly. He would put his hand on my knee and stroke the inside of my thigh just below the hem of my skirt. He was teasing me so bad, and I loved it. I told him about you, and he asked if you knew we were out together. I just told him that it was something you didn’t need to know, then gave him a wink. He seemed to be happy with that answer, and the fact that I would cheat on you with him made him even more bold. He began nuzzling my neck right there in the bar, and we ended up kissing a few times.
“By the time we left, I was so horny. I was dripping wet and so ready to fuck him. We got in his car and I leaned over and started stroking his cock through his pants. He got hard right away, so I knew it was time to give him what we wanted. He pulled up to a red light and I told him to pull it out. He undid his belt and zipper, then pushed his jeans down off of his hips until his cock popped free. Then it was my turn to drop my jaw.
“I must have been thinking of someone else when I said he was about the same size as you, because he’s at least a few inches longer than you, and a lot thicker. My mouth started to water as soon as I saw it, and I immediately dropped my head into his lap and started sucking him off.”
My cock ached as she detailed her story, but it was that moment that really drove it home. My girlfriend had done it. She had sucked another man’s cock, pleasing him with her oral skills. It wasn’t just any man, either. He was bigger and better than me, and she loved his cock.
Elise seemed to be thinking the same thing.
“I felt so naughty. I felt so dirty. I was sucking my old fuck buddy’s dick, and all I could think about was you at home touching yourself, wondering if it had happened. That drove me even crazier, and I gave him one of the most enthusiastic blowjobs I’ve ever given.
“Chris usually has pretty good control, but I must have surprised him, because he only lasted maybe five minutes before I felt him getting ready to cum. I didn’t want to make a mess, and I had no other choice, so I kept my mouth on him as his cock erupted in my mouth, swallowing every drop as quickly as I could!”
“Oh my god, babe!” I replied for the first time since she had started her story. “You swallowed his cum? You never do that with me!”
“I know, baby, but I was just lost in the moment and didn’t want to stop. It even tasted kind of good! I hope you’re not mad…”
“Not at all,” I said. “I’m so hard thinking about it.”
“Show me,” she said.
I snapped a quick picture of my dick and sent it to her, then waited patiently for a response.
“Wow, he really is a lot bigger than you,” she said.
My stomach churned, but I loved how much this was turning her on. I loved that he had a cock that would satisfy her in ways that I couldn’t, and she wasn’t holding back in telling me that.
“I’m glad you like his cock. So what happened after that? Where is he?”
“Well,” she continued, “we got to the hotel and started making out in the car. I asked him if he had any condoms, but he hadn’t brought any. We usually don’t use them, so he was expecting to need one, but I came up with some excuse about not wanting to get pregnant. I told him to go to the store and gave him my room number, then jumped out and came up to my room to text you. He should be back any minute now, and I think your fantasy is going to happen when he gets here. Just think, in a half hour, I’ll be riding another man’s cock while you jerk off again. I never thought that idea would turn me on so much, but it does!”
“I love it!” I answered. “I hope you have fun, and text me when you can.”
“I will, but don’t get mad if you don’t hear from me until tomorrow morning. I might be a little busy all night! Oh, and when I got back to my room, I changed out of my dress and into some lingerie. I’m going to leave the door open a crack so when he walks in, he finds me waiting on the bed. Do you want an idea of what he’s going to see?”
“Yes!”
A picture popped up and my stomach grew even tighter. Elise had aimed the camera at the full-length mirror, so I got a view of the entire room. She was lying on the bed with her phone in her hand, dressed in my favorite lingerie. She had brought it along to do a photo shoot for me, and now she was wearing it for her first bull. I was both jealous and aroused.
“Wow, such a bad girl!” I said. “But you look amazing! Enjoy your moment, baby. I love you!”
“I love you, too! Thank you for letting me do this! He just texted that he’s on his way up, so I have to go. Talk to you soon!”
I sat there and rubbed myself. Five minutes passed, and I knew in that moment that Elise was making out with her old fuck buddy, dressed in her sexiest lingerie. That was all it took to send me over the edge.
I didn’t hear anything else all night, but I did end up playing with myself a few more times thinking about what they might be doing. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of my amazing girlfriend.
The next morning, I woke up and checked my phone immediately, but there were no messages. I got up and showered, then made some breakfast. I was just finishing up when I finally heard from Elise.
“Hey, baby, sorry I took so long to respond. I have so much to tell you! How did you sleep?”
“Pretty good,” I said. “It was hard to get to sleep wondering what was happening, but I drifted off eventually. Are you still with him?”
“No, he left a little while ago. I came down to the pool to tan for a bit.”
She sent me a picture of her legs, stretched out on a lounge chair next to a big pool filled with clear blue water. I couldn’t help thinking about those legs wrapped around another man, and that brought me back to her story.
“Don’t torture me any longer,” I said. “What happened?”
“I thought you might be eager to know. I’ll start from when he walked in and found me on the bed. He paused for a second to admire me, and the way he looked at me made me feel so beautiful and sexy. He crawled onto the bed toward me and we started making out as I undressed him. I pulled all his clothes off until he was just in his boxers, and then I pulled those off, too. Once again I was staring at that beautiful cock, just as hard as he had been when I first went down on him in the car. He gets so hard for me, and he never has a problem going multiple times. I sucked him for a little, but he wasn’t satisfied with that. I don’t know if I told you this, but Chris loves to eat me out. He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my panties off, then just started teasing me with his tongue, making slow circles around my clitoris. You can’t even imagine how wet I was right then. It felt so good, and I was thinking about you while he did it. I started cumming within a few minutes and couldn’t stop. He kept going, licking and sucking my lips down there, flicking his tongue inside me every now and then until I was begging him to fuck me.
“He stopped and crawled over me, and started kissing me as his cock brushed across my pussy lips. I knew it was going to happen right then. I was going to cheat on you, and I think even if you had been right there and told me not to, I still would have let him take me. I just needed him so badly, I couldn’t say no.
“I remembered the condom just in time, and I made him grab the bag he had brought. He slipped a rubber on and moved back between my legs. He teased me a little more, and eventually I just said, ‘please.’ That was all it took.
“He pressed the tip against my pussy and it just slid right in. God, he felt so big inside me. I love that full feeling. I mean, your cock feels good in me, but a bigger cock is just different.”
“Better?”
“Yeah, a little. I would never cheat on you just for that, but it really does feel so good. He pumped me slowly at first, just feeling how tight I was. The longer he went, the more passionate and forceful he became. He pulled out and rolled me onto my belly, then climbed on me and buried his length inside me again. From behind, he was even more forceful.
“I started cumming every few minutes. I have no idea how many times he made me climax, but it seemed like dozens of times. I even squirted a few times, and I know how much you love making me do that.
“I think we fucked for like two hours that first time. Sometimes he would stop and I would suck his cock or he would go down on me, but it was non-stop. I started thinking he would never cum, and then he just stopped and grunted as he came into the condom. The sex had been so great, that it was kind of anticlimactic. I found myself wishing he had pulled out and came on me, because I wanted to feel it on my body if I couldn’t have it inside me.”
My stomach fluttered as I stroked myself. I found myself wishing I hadn’t told her to use a condom, but it was too late now.
“You said you went for two hours the first time,” I replied when she seemed to pause. “Did you fuck again after that?”
“Patience, my cuckold, I’ll get there!” she snipped back.
“After he finished, he went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I slipped his shirt on, and we snuggled up in bed for a little bit. My whole body felt as light as a feather, but I could feel some soreness starting to set in. I got up and started filling the tub, then suggested he join me to soak for a bit. I had a bottle of wine, so we opened it and slipped into the tub together.
“At first, we sat on opposite side with our legs kind of intertwined. We chatted and giggled, but I felt myself wanting more. I wanted to feel his arms around me, so I switched sides and sat in front of him, laying back against him while his hands touched and explored me. His fingers found my pussy again, and while he rubbed me softly, I leaned back and started to kiss him.
“Our kissing became very passionate, and soon I turned around and straddled his lap. Luckily it was a big tub with plenty of room to move around. I felt his cock brush against me, already hard again, and that’s when I did something bad, baby.”
The flutter came again, this time more intensely. I knew what she was going to say as soon as I read that.
“Please don’t be mad, but I wanted to fuck him again, and the condom wouldn’t really work in the hot tub, so I just lifted up and slid down on him. I knew I shouldn’t be doing it bare, but his cock felt even better without that layer between us, just his warm cock stretching the walls of my pussy. I couldn’t stop myself.”
She paused, waiting for a response, but I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t mad. I was even more turned on.
“Baby? Are you really mad?” she asked after I was silent for a few minutes.
“No, honey, I’m not. It’s okay. You just caught me off guard. That… that sounds so hot. God, I wish I could have been there to see it!”
“I wish you were, too. I was even imagining you in the room with us, playing with yourself in the bed while we fucked in the hot tub right next to you. That would be so hot!”
“What happened next? Did he pull out when he came?”
“We didn’t really have a lot of room to switch positions, so we stayed like that the whole time, just bucking against each other while the water splashed around us. I came twice before I felt him start to get harder. I knew he was close, and I was going to climb off when he came, but then I started having a third orgasm and all my muscles tightened around him. I couldn’t stop or move, and I had a tight grip on him. His cock exploded and I felt it flooding inside me, filling me with his seed. I feel so bad saying this, but it felt so good. I felt so naughty fucking him without the condom, and letting him cum inside me made me feel like a total slut. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I loved it. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay!” I said, letting my instincts take over. “I wanted you to give in to your desires, and that’s exactly what you did!”
“Mmm, I’m glad you’re happy about it! It really was so good. We got out of the tub after that and dried off, then cuddled up in bed again. We ended up falling asleep after that, but as soon as we woke up, I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. His hand started to stroke my thigh, and I rolled over and started kissing him. I was still wearing his shirt, so he pulled it up and started stroking my pussy with his fingers. My entire body began to tingle, and I knew I wanted him again.
“I had already fucked him without a condom and let him cum inside me, so I decided it wouldn’t really matter if I did it again. I just pushed my ass back against him and felt him stiffen even more. He slid his boxers off and pressed the head of his cock against my labia. He kept doing that, just teasing me until I reached down and guided him inside me.
“He fucked me like that, our bodies spooning together, nice and slow. His hands were all over me, up under my shirt and cupping my tits to keep a hold on my body. I couldn’t stop moaning because it felt so good. That’s when I said something that turned him on even more. I didn’t mean to say it. It just sort of slipped out because I was thinking about you.”
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I told him his cock felt so much better than my boyfriend’s,” she replied.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I replied.
“You like that? Are you touching yourself imagining it?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Don’t cum yet. I’m almost done.”
“Okay, baby,” I said, then waited for the next text.
“He was fucking me from behind and I said that, and he just laughed and grabbed me tighter. His hand came up around my throat, not too tight, but just enough to let me know he was in control. You know how much I love that. He started whispering in my ear. He told me he wanted to fill me with cum, to own another man’s girlfriend. I started begging him to do it, but he still held back. He asked me who owned my pussy, and I knew the answer he wanted, so I said it. I told him my pussy belonged to him and I wanted him to fill it. He grabbed me tighter and pushed all the way inside. I felt it squirt into my pussy, not just once but over and over again. I started to climax with him, clutching the sheets as I cried out. It was so intense, I couldn’t move for almost ten minutes afterward.
“The whole night was incredible. Thank you so much for trusting me to do that. You know I love you, right?”
“I know, and I love you, too,” I said. “That was an incredible story. I just came so hard thinking about it.”
“You aren’t mad that he came inside me twice?” she asked hesitantly.
“Not at all,” I replied. “If that’s what you wanted in the moment, I’m glad you did it. So how did you guys end things? Are you seeing him again tonight, or was it just a one time thing?”
“I wasn’t going to, but he did ask me. We got dressed and went to breakfast together. He was asking if I enjoyed it, and I slipped and said something about how I couldn’t wait to tell you. He gave me a look and I realized what I had said, so I decided to come clean and tell him about your fantasy. He wasn’t weirded out, and thought it was great that you trust me that much. That was when he suggested meeting up tonight to make a video for you. I was so nervous about how you would react to everything, I told him I wanted to see how you responded before I gave him an answer.”
“And now that you know my response, what are you thinking?” I pressed.
“I think it’s up to you, baby,” she answered, still holding back.
“Do you want to fuck him again?” I asked.
“I mean, yeah, I would love to. I just don’t know if two nights in a row would be too much for you. That doesn’t make you jealous?”
“It does, but in a good way. I love hearing what you want, your urges and desires. If you want to fuck him again tonight, then do it. I’d love to have a video of you and him together, so that’s a nice little bonus for me!”
“You’re sure?” she asked one final time.
“Yes!”
“Okay! I have to visit a few more offices today, but I’ll set something up for this evening and let you know what’s happening. I love you so much, babe!”
“I love you, too!” I said. “Go get some sun, and have a good day. I’ll talk to you later.”
Around five in the afternoon, Elise texted me to give me an update on the evening ahead. Once again, I had planned to relax at home and contemplate what she would be doing.
“Hey, honey! I just wanted to let you know the plan. Chris is going to be here in about an hour. This resort has a bunch of pools, and one of them has a bar in the actual pool! So we are going to go down and grab a few drinks and watch the sunset, then probably come back to the room for some fun afterward. I thought you might enjoy knowing that he’s going to be hanging out with me in a public place while I’m wearing one of my skimpy bikinis. I don’t think he’ll be making a lot of eye contact with me, if you know what I mean.”
“Sounds fun,” I replied. “Which bikini are you going to wear for him?”
Elise replied with a photo of herself in an American flag bikini. As promised, it was very skimpy, with two small triangles of fabric holding in her voluptuous breasts. A similarly small triangle covered the mound of her pussy, with two small straps that rested on her hips to hold it in place. It was one of her sexiest bikinis, and I was already getting hard just looking at the picture of it. She was right: he would be spending the evening appreciating her half naked body, not her lovely eyes.
“Damn, you are stunning,” I said after ogling the picture for a few minutes. “Have fun and text me when you can!”
“I will! Now that he knows that you are into it, maybe I can even text you while we are hanging out.”
“That would be amazing!” I said.
An hour passed, and then another. I looked outside and noticed the sun setting, and I imagined them sitting together with drinks in their hand, enjoying the view. I grabbed a beer and decided to do the same.
As soon as I sat down, I got a message from Elise. I opened my phone and found a picture waiting for me. It showed Elise and another man standing waist deep in a pool. She was dressed in the same bikini she had showed me earlier, and he was wearing some swim shorts without a shirt. The picture looked like it had been taken by the bartender, and Elise had her arms wrapped around her friend while she kissed his cheek innocently. She looked like she was having fun and loving life.
This was the first time I had seen Chris, and now I understood her interest in him. His body was toned and muscular, with a strong jaw line and a handsome face. He looked a little like a douchebag, but physically he was perfect. It was exactly what you would want in a fuck buddy.
It was also the first time he had seen his girlfriend touching another man. The kiss was innocent, but I knew the truth beyond the picture. This was the man who had fucked her that very morning, burying his cock in my girlfriend’s tight little pussy while she came all over it. Her lips would be all over his body later that night, and the thought fueled my desire for her.
“You two make quite a cute couple,” I replied. “Shouldn’t he be kissing you too, though? It looks like you two are being a little too well-behaved.”
A few minutes later, another picture popped up. This one was a selfie of the two of them, but this time with the two of them kissing. It wasn’t just a peck; it was clear that their tongues were intertwined in a very passionate kiss.
“Is this better?” the accompanying text read.
“Much,” I texted back, then rubbed my freshly sprung erection.
“He’s has his hands all over me,” she said. “He’s been touching me, and I've had my hand in his lap for the past ten minutes, rubbing his cock behind the bar. I’m pretty sure everyone here thinks we are a couple. Do you want me to be good, or can I keep up the PDA?”
“You can do whatever makes you happy. Too bad you aren’t wearing a wedding ring, because then they’d know what a dirty little slut you are!”
“Mmm, for some reason I really like that idea…”
“What are you thinking?” I asked, knowing that she was up to something.
“You’ll see!”
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