My Erotic Novels – Complete List

Welcome readers,

If you are a new or returning reader you may be interested in more information about my novels. They are each narrated by Matt, a young man struggling with his sexual fantasies concerning his partner, Jill. He loves her deeply, but he is often possessed by thoughts of her in the arms of another man.

THE CHRISTMAS EXHIBITION (Amazon)

The Christmas Exhibition is a tremendous stand alone novel of sexy suspicion, sinful confession and blatant exhibitionism.

“Do you think it’s possible to want to f*** someone you don’t even like?” With those words, Matt knew his beautiful girlfriend Jill was interested in having sex with someone else.

As Jill is out on her work’s Christmas dinner, Matt waits for her to return. His jealousy and his imagination wreak havoc the longer she stays out, but nothing compares to the enthralling truth Jill reveals upon her return.

She has glimpsed the boss’ son’s manhood, inviting the beginnings of an obsession which threatens her relationship with Matt. Her thoughts are dominated by images of this young man’s girth. The things she could do with him…

But confessions breed consequences, as Jill discovers when she wishes to keep her working life and her private life apart. Young Matt is adamant he will be attending the office party, the following week, in Jill’s place of work.

Jill’s devastation and darkness entangle as one. She is forced to either ignore or embrace this developing part of her psyche, unwrapping her own fantasies of control, dominance and exhibition.

It is available at Amazon.

SENSUAL, INTIMATE & EXPLICIT SWINGING (Amazon or Smashwords)

Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging is a terrific tale which explores the painstaking, yet thrilling physical elements and emotional consequences of sharing a partner sexually, while taking another for yourself. It dares tread realistically where other erotic novels fear to do so.

Matt and Jill have been in a relationship for three years. Once previously, they experimented with swinging, with another couple named Gary and Jen. Not everything went according to plan. Jealousy, spite and anger all reared their ugly heads.

As Matt and Jill are out together clubbing, Matt encourages Jill to seek out the company of another man while he watches. She is shy at first, until she is fuelled with alcohol. Meanwhile, Matt recalls internally what went wrong with Gary and Jen, all while observing his Jill… Until the night of clubbing ends in outrageous fashion.

Both Matt and Jill realise one thing in the moment – they want to swing again.

Hangovers, however, change their perspective. Jill is wary of Matt’s possessiveness, never mind his rage and his envy.

She locks him in chastity, and heads away to Edinburgh for the weekend with work. But one thing is certain, Matt is determined to realise his ambition of sharing Jill sexually with another man. How will he accomplish this while Jill is out of the country? And what will she get up to while she’s away?

Only one destiny is certain… Matt and Jill will meet up with Gary and Jen again… Before the novel is finished… And such a meeting can only result in erotic, endearing and explosive partner swapping.

Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging is available at Amazon or Smashwords

THE UNCERTAIN CUCKOLD (UNCERTAIN CUCKOLD #1) (Amazon or Barnes&Noble or Kobo-Ebooks or Smashwords)

The Uncertain Cuckold is an explosive, erotic tale of domination, humiliation, submission, sharing and denial.

Matt encourages his beautiful and seductive fianceé Jill to sleep with an older, sophisticated man.

Matt has just one condition for Jill – he must be allowed to watch it happen.

But Jill soon discovers a part of herself she never knew. In submitting to another man, she has unleashed a fire of control on her husband-to-be, teasing and torturing him until he can take no more.

Jill feels alive, propelled on a journey of discovery, both of self and of seduction. It is a journey she wishes to explore again and again… Despite Matt’s uncertainties.

The Uncertain Cuckold is available at Amazon or Barnes&Noble or Kobo-Ebooks or Smashwords

THE UNWILLING CUCKOLD (UNCERTAIN CUCKOLD #2) (Amazon or Smashwords)

The Unwilling Cuckold is a magnificent, erotic tale of control, cuckoldry, mistressing, cheating and outright annexation.

Just when Matt thought he’d separated his fiancée Jill from her lover Gary, Gary turns up with the intention of blackmailing Matt. Either Matt talks Jill into sleeping with Gary again, or Gary will tell her how Matt cheated.

But Jill flatly refuses to see Gary again. She enjoyed her fun with him, but ending it was too painful. She has put Gary behind her, and has no intention of experiencing that pain again.

As Gary’s deadline looms, Matt must change Jill’s mind. She compromises, setting him a series of tasks, which she labels his cuckold training, to complete.

Can Matt complete his training in time and prove himself as Jill’s loyal, little cuckold? And will she in return agree to take Gary again as her bull? And what of those consequences for Matt, if she does? Can he accept his fiancée having another man permanently in her life? And what does he make of these other potential bulls Jill mentions during his cuckold training?

The Unwilling Cuckold is available at Amazon or Smashwords

Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging FREE preview read!

Hi folks,

Below is a sneak preview of my latest novel Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging. Please enjoy a free read.

It features Matt and Jill, the couple from my Uncertain Cuckold series of ongoing novels and is set approximately three and a half years earlier than the beginning of The Uncertain Cuckold, and three years into their relationship. Technically a prequel, your enjoyment of Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging should be no lessened if you have not read any of The Uncertain Cuckold series. This erotic novel stands alone for your enjoyment.

If you’d like to read The Uncertain Cuckold, and its sequels, Amazon is the best place to start.

1

It was the first Saturday in April. The first since we had switched to British Summer Time, allowing an additional hour of daylight in the evening. And what a beautiful evening it was. Scorching as the sun shone down on the city streets below. We stood together, queuing to get into a club.

Jill clasped my hand in hers, and smiled. “I love you, baby,” she said.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” My God, she was stunning.

The bouncer eyed her feet in her red and black stiletto heels, her bare legs below a daring black dress which stopped near the top of her thighs, her tight waist and breasts hugged in the strapless top. A little white handbag was slung on her bare shoulder. Her make-up sensational. Subtle blue streaks led from the outer edges of her eyes to the beginnings of her blonde hair, pulled back into a long ponytail.

Her hand tightened on mine. She was aware of his stares. Somewhat nervous. Somewhat flattered.

“Go ahead,” the bouncer barked, pointing to Jill.

We started to walk towards the entrance to the club, as my hand traced the rope barrier of the queue.

“Stop,” he said, and stood out to block my path.

Jill’s arm and mine stretched apart.

The bouncer grimaced miserably.

Her fingers slid along mine.

He grinned.

Her tips curled. As did mine. We locked together.

“What’s wrong?” Jill snapped. “You told us to go on.”

A white wire led from the bouncer’s tattooed neck to his ear. “You can, love.”

Her gold, hooped earrings swung as she spun between us. “He’s my boyfriend.”

There was laughter from a group of guys behind us. A sense of disbelief which crawled through the crowd, as if to suggest Jill deserved so much more.

“If he can’t come in, I’m not going in!” she shouted.

The bouncer surveyed my burgundy two tone shirt, denim jeans and black shoes. “We have a strict policy on denim,” he said.

“It says no blue jeans.” Jill pointed to my crotch. “He’s wearing a black pair. What’s the fucking problem?”

“There’s no need for the language, love.”

Jill’s heels clicked on the gravel. She stood legs apart. More and more eyes were drawn to her sensational 28-year-old figure, two years older than mine. She folded her bare arms, drew them to her chest, under her breasts, and propped her hidden cleavage higher. She sighed, then looked up to the bouncer and fluttered her eyelashes. “Please, sir…”

She never called anyone sir.

“… We just want a drink…”

Ever.

“… Maybe I’ll fancy a boogie later on…”

It was unheard of.

“… Nothing heavy.”

The bouncer’s ample chest expanded. He pushed his forefinger to his ear. Listened. Nodded. Then cocked his head towards the glass-panelled double doors that led to the stairs to the second floor club. “Go on,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Jill winked at him.

“Just make sure he sits in the corner all night,” the bouncer said. “Out of sight. No dancing. It’s on my head if management sees him in denim.”

2

Right Round by American rapper Flo Rida featuring Kesha thumped in the club. Lights swivelled and dazzled. Smoke swirled from foot to thigh on the dance floor. A cougar in over-the-knee fuck me boots sauntered up to a glasses-wearing student half her age, swapped her empty glass for his full one, blew him a kiss and slithered off into the crowd. He placed a palm on his heart, shook his head, then attempted to swig from his glass. He closed his eyes. Scented. Then cursed “Fuck sake!” and stormed off to the bar.

Jill pivoted, turning her slight figure sideways, and slipped between the student and another guy, as she carried a pint of beer and a double vodka and coke towards our spot overlooking the dance floor. The eyes of both followed her ass.

“You’re stunning,” I said, as she set the drinks down.

“And you’re sweet.” Jill leaned forward, pecked my lips, then sat.

I gestured below. “We’ve got a decent view.”

“If you’re a pervert,” Jill said, laughing and tonguing the straw to her drink.

I laughed.

Jill looked down. “There’s some sexy ladies in here tonight, baby.”

A redhead in a catsuit immediately caught my eye.

“Have a look,” she insisted, reaching unseen between my legs. “And I’ll give you a rub.”

I positioned my crotch against her fingers, and growled. “Ugh… That’s good, Jill.”

“On one condition.” Jill turned her legs towards the wandering eyes on our level. “I get to be a voyeur too.” She crossed her legs, revealing flesh to the bottom of her ass cheeks.

“Voyeur?” I glanced to her thighs. “Or exhibitionist?”

She sucked a little liquid from her straw, and eyed the ass of a passing male member of staff. “Mmmmmm… Maybe both.”

“By all means, Jill, please,” I said.

She squeezed my cock. “Little perv.”

I humped into her hand, drowned a good mouthful of my pint and smiled. “Less of the little, sweetheart.”

3

Lady Gaga’s Just Dance oozed out of the speakers, sizzled over the dance floor and struck a renewed strut into Jill’s lonesome gyrations below.

I cleared my throat, supped more of my second pint and watched her. Her ass twisted between a younger couple. Their exchanges seemed innocent enough. The girl smiled. The guy stared. Jill danced on, shaking her booty.

A tall waitress collected Jill’s empty glass from the table.

I shoved my legs firmly under, hiding my denim. “Excuse me, could we have another round?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “What would you like?”

“A pint of Harp and a vodka and coke, please.”

She smiled, then disappeared through the crowd to the bar.

I returned my eyes to the dance floor below. More people were taking to their feet, prancing, sidling and sashaying to the beat. Eyes were drifting to Jill’s lithe figure. Daggers drawn from dames. Lust lingering from lads. And she was smiling, noticing the attention. The opposite sex providing an alibi for her escapades. Her own gender a jealous fuel for her fires.

I rubbed the heel of my hand over my cock, semi-erect within my black jeans. My plan would perhaps come to fruition after all.

4

My heart pounded and my breath shortened as Jill glided between two groups of men stood near the stairs to the lower level. Her dress stretched as she strutted. Her thighs parted, revealing more flesh. I could almost see her panties. Her earrings swung. Her ponytail swivelled. Her face changed with recognition as she spotted me at the table with more drinks, and I was blessed with the smile that resulted.

“Hi, baby,” she said, and leaned forward to graze her lips against mine.

I cocked my head, nibbled her tongue and looked over her shoulder, down her back and to her ass.

Several men were staring back, eyeing up the back of her thighs.

Jill broke the clinch, and sat, turning her legs out to the baying crowd.

Britney Spears’ Womanizer thudded out through the club. Steam filled the dance floor below. Heat scorched, as more people filtered in from the street outside.

“Did you enjoy watching me dance?” Jill asked, running her tongue over her lips.

I nodded, hiding the delirious nature to my arousal.

Jill took a sip of her drink. “I think a few more of these are in order,” she said, “before I push things further.”

I folded my hands. “Further?”

“I’m too shy when I’m sober… Too scared.”

“What do you mean, Jill?” I adjusted my cock in my jeans.

“When I was dancing down there, some guy came up behind me and rubbed his crotch into my ass.”

My pulse quickened. My hand took to my pint. “Really?” Brought it to my mouth. Swallowed. Replaced it on the table. “Was he hard?”

Jill’s eyes widened with excitement. “Very much so.”

“But you were shy,” I said. “You pushed him away, right?”

Jill shook her head.

“Then you walked away?”

She bit her lower lip. “No.”

“Then how, my darling Jill, did you demonstrate your shyness in this situation?”

Jill crossed her beautiful bare legs, and placed her hand on her crotch, tugging the front of her dress over her panties. “My instinct was to push my ass back against him… To feel his hardness over my cheeks… But I didn’t, baby. I did nothing to encourage him-”

“Nor to discourage him,” I interrupted, then wagged my finger, “my dear.”

Jill laughed, then nervously tugged her lips together. “Are you angry?”

I allowed the moment to fester for a few seconds, then shook my head and took another swig of my Harp.

“Are you jealous?”

I nodded, slightly. “A little, Jill.” I reached out to retrieve her retreating hand from the table. “But it’s okay.” I squeezed her. “Honestly.”

Her eyes surveyed my lips.

“I find the jealousy a turn-on,” I admitted. “The rush is quite unlike anything else. I only wish I’d witnessed it, as I thought I was watching you like a hawk.”

Jill smiled coyly. “They keep releasing that smoke or steam or whatever it is on the dance floor, Matt. You’d be surprised what you can get away with down there.”

I fingered the condensation on the side of my pint glass. “Like what?”

Jill brought her hand from her crotch to her drink, raised the glass and sucked the vodka through the straw. She sighed when she finished, then set the glass down. “Order me another of those… And maybe I’ll try to show you.”

5

I stood in the queue for the bar. My own pint was more than half full, in no need of replenishment. But the potential evolution of Jill’s flirtations ensured I would have stood in line for hours just for a glimpse of her hand on another man. Or another man’s on her.

A taller guy in front stepped back on my foot.

I was irked within.

“Sorry,” said his girlfriend, noticing the contortions on my face.

I feigned a smile.

She said something to her boyfriend.

He shrugged his shoulder.

I flexed my fingers. It was nerves. Nothing more. Anxiety about my coming deployment.

Or the promiscuous nature I was striving to push to the surface in Jill.

I remembered how I had watched her enact a sexual indulgence with another man in the past. It seemed like such a long time ago. Her friend Jen had introduced us to her husband, Gary. It had been my doing. My pushing. I had drunkenly discovered that Jen was partial to a little sexual shenanigans, somehow encouraging both her and Jill to take turns sucking on my cock. Our actions had progressed no further that night. But Jen had disclosed how she and her husband enjoyed swinging.

Weeks later, Jill and I were invited to Jen and Gary’s house. We were nervous. I was at one second thrilled by the prospect of sharing my girlfriend, the next terrified. I pleaded with her to behave herself, and in other moments encouraged her to take any opportunity she found to enjoy herself.

Alcohol pushed the envelope again when the night arrived. The four of us played a game, which saw us strip naked. Dares were shared. I was to kiss Jen. I kissed her. I dared Jill to kiss her. Jill kissed her. I was dared to taste Jen’s pussy for a few seconds. Shyness was my only reluctance, but I eventually tasted her. The favour was due to be returned, but I was too afraid to drive my Jill in Gary’s direction, despite my fantasies, and steered the two girls together instead. Two beauties was fun. It was frivolous. It was harmless. But my bladder was bulging, and I had ignored it for several minutes until it became painful.

I excused myself, and headed for the bathroom. When I finished peeing, I found my cock deflated. Nothing I could do would restore my erection. I couldn’t return to the living room like that. I had stolen a few glances of Gary’s member. He was big. Circumcised too. I had caught Jill looking as well. As she had downed more vodka, she had become more shameless in her stares. And Jen had done nothing to discourage her. I pulled at myself hopelessly for around five minutes. Then headed down to the living room.

I walked in to find my naked Jill bent over on all fours, with Gary’s cock in her mouth. Jen was sat back, her voluptuous thighs akimbo, proudly watching her friend devour her husband, as she stroked her ample breasts. Butterflies in my stomach and flaccidness in my groin dictated I took an immediate place on the floor, several feet away from them. I was ashamed and jealous. The moment had robbed me of the arousal I expected. A tumultuous night of internal turmoil ensued. Yet I strove to hide it from my face.

Jill had retreated, rather unwillingly, from the cock of this man sixteen years her senior. She was full of smiles. Pride. And vodka.

Jen wanked her husband before us.

Jill tried to kiss me.

“What can I get you, mate?” snapped the barman, yanking me back to the present.

6

Jill slammed her glass upside down on the table, stuck out her tongue and shivered as the vodka drained down her throat. Her eyes were beginning to glaze. Her shoulders starting to shake as Beyonce’s Single Ladies raised a sudden ruckus below us.

“Oh my God!” someone screamed.

I looked round.

“I love this song!” That someone was Jill, stumbling away from the table in the direction of the stairs.

A short-haired guy tapped the arm of his mate, and pointed to her. The mate pursed his lips, as if scorched by her hotness. Her red and black heels clicked on the wooden flooring. Her bountiful ass cheeks begged for release from the bottom of her dress. A tank of a man stepped out behind her, blocking my view.

My pulse thumped. I didn’t like it when I couldn’t see her. Especially not when the alcohol was noticeably hitting her. I wanted her inhibitions suppressed. I didn’t want them annihilated altogether.

A troupe of girls were taking to their dance floor, throwing their hands up high. Some were kind of sexy. Others not. None of them were in Jill’s league. Not by a long shot.

Several guys stepped aside, shaking their heads. The girls were an embarrassment, it appeared. Drunk, and on a hen night. A bride-to-be would have a sore head in the morning.

Eyes wandered the crowd. Hips shook. Feet shuffled. Arms were nudged. And fingers pointed.

My own vision strayed. Jill was rounding a wooden bannister which led to the dance floor. Her arms were in the air. Her elbows bent. Her mouth open, singing along.

I watched the various groups of guys who spotted her. Then as the information of her arrival knocked on each successive member of their parties in some sort of domino effect. She was a sex bomb, unleashing her stunning figure for the feasting of their eyes. I saw bottles of beer being passed around. Promises shared between friends.

“This one’s mine,” I thought I lip-read from one.

Jill’s ass shook, deliberately so. Her dress tight around her waist. Her boobs bulging underneath. She smiled to someone, then spun slowly around. She was bending forward. I glanced past her. Who was she dancing for? Her lips curled. Her teeth flashed. She snapped her waist, then side-stepped to the music, parting her feet and her thighs as she moved. I watched her skin separating, glistening. How much was perspiration? How much excitement?

I drowned a third of my pint in one gulp. How far would she go? I rubbed the insides of my palm with my thumb. How far could I let her?

Jill rotated her rump another one-hundred and eighty degrees. She was facing away from me, wagging her finger. Was that to the music? Or to a man?

I fixed my cock in my jeans. I was sweating.

Laughter broke out to my right. One young guy was pushing another. Their friends were cheering. It seemed in good jest.

I returned my attention to the dance floor. Where was she? I searched frantically. My Jill was missing! What if she had disappeared with another guy, thinking my eyes were upon her? What if she trusted me to break things up if they went too far?

Her blonde hair pushed up out of the darkness, as she propelled herself between two of the girls on the hen night. They danced back with her. The rolls of fat on their arms betraying the mood I sought.

I spotted two guys stood still with their backs to me. Both in shirts. One grey. The other white. They were watching the centre of the dance floor, lit under green lights one second, then flashed under yellow another. The one in the white shirt nodded. The grey one gestured his arm out, then pointed past an embracing couple. To the leggy blonde in the black dress. Her earrings swung in tandem with her ponytail.

Jill made them. Subtly, she curved one hand to her side, emphasising her shape, and slowly twirled towards the centre of the floor.

White shirt turned to grey shirt. He nodded again, displaying his designer stubble. He ventured forward.

No! Grey shirt extended his arm across white’s chest. His black hair was slicked, reflecting the lights as he slowly moved forward. He turned slightly as he spoke to white shirt. He too had facial hair. Much more. A neatly groomed beard upon his Asian face.

Jill parted her legs, allowing the air to her pussy, then positioned both heels together. She was moving in rhythm with the music. Tantalising the eyes of the men around her. In particular, the Asian.

I adjusted my ass on the chair. Sweat had secreted, matting me to the surface.

The music changed. The mood altered. Amplified. The Pussycat Dolls’ When I Grow Up sent Jill into sensational, almost intoxicating gyrations.

The Asian was cool, slowly walking onwards towards her.

People parted, allowing him passage.

Jill turned. Orange lights reflected on her gold earrings. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her lips parted. Moved. Curled. She shared the most wondrous smile. Lights dazzled and glistened in her beautiful blue eyes. She was watching. She was watching him.

His arms extended apart in his grey shirt.

Jill eyed him up. Then down. She rested her stare all too willingly on his crotch.

He shook his shoulders into a soft, smooth routine. One which I would never attempt, never mind achieve. His shirt moved around his muscles. He was smooth. Fluent. Natural.

Jill turned to face him, losing her attention for anyone else. Her hand snaked from her hips to her thighs. The other raised higher, dropping a gold bracelet to her elbow. She roamed carefully inside her own sensual spot, swiping the skin between her legs for a split-second.

There was more laughter in my vicinity which I chose to ignore.

The music pumped louder. The smell of sweat grew stronger. The Asian moved forward, bolder.

Jill drew her hands together, out from her body. Her ponytail swung behind her head. She was smiling and singing at the same time. Her eyes watching the Asian’s. Then dandering promiscuously down his shoulders to his chest, midriff and below. She couldn’t control her stares. Her actions were in her ass, pivoting towards him. Then turning teasingly away. Her irises expanded. Her pupils wandered. She was staring at his cock again.

White shirt turned away, shaking his head and smiling. He had seen his friend do it all before.

I had seen it all before.

Everyone had seen it all before.

Grey shirt was the kind of bastard every man in the world despised. But yet each of us would gladly have taken his conquests.

Jill seemed a willing prey, daring her ass out to him.

His hesitation was deliberate, indelibly taking control from one participant to another. Jill thought the power was hers. The power to give or to refuse. The Asian in the grey shirt was not to be so easily played.

Jill stroked her own shoulder.

The Asian approached her from behind, placed his palm over the back of her hand, then precipitated his other around her rib cage. He pushed himself forward, narrowing the gap between them.

I wondered what her pussy was doing between her legs. Was it pouring juice over her panties? Emptying her lust and her longing for the cock of another? Wishing and wanting to betray her boyfriend? I pressed my fingers into my burgundy shirt, over the surface of my heart. How far did I want her to go?

Jill was dancing backwards into him. He positioned his body with deliberate stealth, shielding their activity from onlookers afar, such as myself. His arms moved. Did his hands wander? To where?

Jill swivelled on her heels, coming face-to-face with him. She surveyed his shirt, her eyes giving particular attention to the muscles of his upper arms. She continued to move in motion to the music, masking her misdirection.

But I knew. I knew she was truly beguiled by his attention. My palms were clammy on my knees, under the table. My heart achingly fast in my chest. My dreams and my nightmares fortuitously close.

A girl turned to the Asian. She appeared to realise immediately that there was something between him and Jill, and shuffled backwards. She looked down to his trousers, then to Jill. The girl’s reaction was one of sudden disposition, as if whatever she had seen had shocked her. She smiled disbelievingly, then spun away.

Jill’s eyes magnified momentarily on mine.

I stared longingly at her, desperate to implore her to stop. To continue. To cease. To take it further. To escalate. To emasculate. What the hell was I missing?

Jill’s eyes took to the Asian.

He thumbed the edge of his beard, then reached out to her shoulder, to her flesh. He maintained a gap of an inch or less above her skin, caressing the air between them as he circumnavigated her arm to her elbow and below.

Steam siphoned from the four corners of the dance floor. Smoke effects which were immediately caught in the rays of strobe lighting. I watched wisps whirl around Jill’s bare ankles, swallowing her flesh in the veil of invisibility.

She motioned towards the Asian. Her palm went out to his chest.

He caught it in his. Dragged it lower. Into the steam. Concealing it from my sight.

Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened.

I drove my knee into the bottom of the table. Jill’s glass and mine jumped. I caught my pint, steadying it, then brought it quickly to my lips, and swallowed the remainder. My thirst was unquenchable, driven by lust and not by liquid.

Jill and the Asian were standing together, face-to-face, their dancing dying out, as those around them hustled and swayed with more innocent intention.

“Fucking hell!” someone shouted to my right.

I watched his dark hand take slowly to Jill’s cheek. He stroked it.

She motioned herself into his touch, then flitted her shoulders as if in rhythm to the song. She looked down, opened her mouth and gasped.

“Watch what you’re fucking doing!” yelled another.

I capitulated to curiosity, and curled my neck to my right. Two men were shoving each other. A bouncer was hurrying up the stairs.

“Fuck you!”

A fist was flung. An eye was blackened. Friends separated the two instantly. The brawl was over before the bouncer even arrived.

I looked to my empty pint, then down to the dance floor. The Asian was walking back to his friend in the white shirt, smiling. Jill was leaving in the opposite direction.

I crossed my fingers, hoping whatever I had missed would help fulfil my plan.

7

Jen had encouraged Jill to suck her husband Gary’s cock. Suddenly, she was taking her turn, mauling his member. She threw her head back, cascading her dark hair down to her neck, and proudly displayed her boobs for anyone who cared to watch.

My Jill had crawled over to me, taking my head in her hands. She wanted to kiss me, pushing her lips to mine. I turned away each time, feigning a smile and giving my cheeks to her. She had just sucked another man’s cock. I was disgusted, despite my encouragement. It had happened behind my back. I had been in the bathroom. I had never believed my Jill would be so brazen as to swallow his dick while I was away.

“Kiss me,” she had whispered.

I looked to Jen. She was smiling. Her green eyes wide with pride, as she stroked her husband’s cock.

Gary was quiet, stroking his wife’s hair from her face with one hand and massaging one of her nipples with the other. His eyes were on Jill’s perfect behind, bent over as she threw herself to me.

“Please, baby,” Jill insisted quietly. “Kiss me.”

I couldn’t.

The rejection would penetrate her vodka-addled mind in a matter of seconds.

I reached out for her cunt, twisted my wrist so my palm faced upwards, and shoved three fingers into her. Her pussy squelched and her knees weakened. She fell forward, resting her mouth on my shoulder. She nibbled at my neck. I travelled in and out of her hot, wet insides, familiarising myself with my feelings.

Jen and Gary watched. Jen mocked a cockney accent, “Go on, my son!” She pulled her husband’s cock hard beside her cheek, turned her mouth and crafted her upper and lower lips to one side of it.

Was this how they had accommodated him when I was out of the room? Had Jen taken one side of his shaft, and invited my girlfriend to take the other? I momentarily recalled the proud expression of lust in Jen’s green eyes when I had entered the room, finding my Jill sucking on her husband’s cock. She had a look which betrothed delightfulness to delinquency. Pride to indignity. Joy to debauchery.

I rifled my fingers into Jill’s pussy, spreading her lips, and pulled at her waist with my other hand, arching her back and exhibiting her sex to the others.

Gary turned Jen’s head, forcing her to accept all of his member into her mouth. He groaned, focusing his eyes on my girlfriend.

“Oh fuck!” Jill cried into my flesh.

Gary smiled, enjoying his blowjob as he watched my younger, stunning girlfriend’s cunt mauled by my fingers. His hips were humping, driving his cock down Jen’s throat. She was turning her body, squirming her thighs together. Her fingers were fighting for respite, finding a path between her legs to her cunt.

“Fuck!” Jill shouted.

I watched Jen throw herself over her husband’s dick, so her ass was to my face. She parted her legs, then threw her fingers into her own shaven pussy. Her lips locked around her digits. The sounds of moisture manacling flesh reverberating within the room.

Gary grunted. His lust was escalating.

Jen moaned, muffling her mumbles with his member.

Jill squealed into my neck.

Fury fuelled my fingers into a fist, pounding within the confines of my girlfriend’s cunt. Everyone was having such fun. Such a whale of a time. Everyone! Except me!

“Jesus!” Jill bellowed, shaking her lungs against my chest. “I need fucked! I need a cock! Now!”

Jen pried her lips away from her husband’s penis, as if gesturing for him to take the evening to another level.

I felt my hands instinctively slacken on Jill, as if surrendering her. To them. To him. To his seniority. To his superiority.

8

“Did you see me, baby?” Jill asked proudly.

A female member of staff in a tight, green shirt and black trousers was sweeping glass at a nearby table. The rambunctious male crowed had been politely moved along by the bouncer for their malevolence.

I nodded, trying to strangle my disdain for her behaviour. It was my needs which drove her. My depraved desires. My insistence and my encouragement.

Jill’s pupils plundered the edges of my lips, as if seeking sanctuary for the acts she had committed.

I forced my mouth into a smile, seeing the Asian’s hand on her face in my head. My cock strengthened in my underwear. Solidified down one thigh on the inside of my trousers. “You looked truly magnificent, Jill.”

She sat on the edge of the table, one leg lying over the length of one side, the other still on the floor. Her crotch was parted, revealing only darkness where my eyes searched for her underwear. “It’s very dark up here,” Jill said.

I pushed her legs together, sealing her treasure. “Not that dark, Jill. There are men everywhere trying to steal a glimpse of you.”

She fanned herself, and dropped her leg off the table. Her bountiful ass was centimetres from my knuckles. “I’m so hot, baby… And my thong is soaking.”

I frowned, and rubbed my cock under the table.

“Did you hear me?” Jill leaned her face down to my ear. “My thong is soaking.”

I gulped. “With…?”

Her warm breath poured over my ear. “My juices,” she said hoarsely. “I was really turned on by that guy I was dancing with.”

I drummed my fingers on the side of my empty pint glass. Where was the waitress?

“Did you see him caress my face, baby?”

“Yeah…”

“How he stroked my skin.”

“… What else did he do?”

“He wanted me.”

I nodded, as she retreated into a stance. I looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of my girlfriend. “Jill,” I began, almost pleading, “what else did he do to you?”

Her eyebrows narrowed together. “Couldn’t you see properly from up here?” Jill looked over the edge to the dance floor below. “It seems like a good view to me.”

“The smoke,” I said, “the smoke came on and I couldn’t see everything. I think I might’ve missed something. What else happened?”

Jill slapped her lipstick-kissed lips together. “Nothing.”

I raised one eyebrow, attempting to hide my indignation under indifference. If Jill realised the jealousies which coursed my veins, she would never go through with my plan. I could contain myself. I would contain myself. My suppression would become a second skin to my nature. And my degradation would finally be realised in the physical enactment of my fantasies.

Jill stroked a fingernail across the straw in her empty glass. “I touched his chest,” she murmured. “I squeezed his muscles.”

“Where, Jill?”

“On his chest, and his arms.” She brought the straw to her lips, then tongued the end of it. “I rubbed his leg with mine.”

My chest expanded. “And?”

“That was all, baby, I swear.”

I stroked my chin. “And him? Did he do anything more to you?”

“No,” Jill said slowly, then licked the length of the straw. She dropped it to the floor. “Oops.” She bent down to pick it up, revealing the long length of her legs to the men behind her. “But,” Jill looked up, stroking a stray strand of her blonde hair back against her head, “he did seem to have a big cock, though.”

I watched her, troubled by the harsh, sensitive erection against my thigh. My eyes shifted to the bottom of her dress, stretched achingly to the edges of her ass cheeks. Could those men behind her see? Could they see her soaking thong?

“I eyed it up every time the lights flashed on him, Matt. Fuck, I think he has a really, really long one, baby.”

I moved in my chair, failing to find comfort.

“I’d… I’d like to sit on it.” Her fingers foxtrotted across the edge of the table to my burgundy sleeve. “I’d like to find him in the unisex toilets.” Jill squeezed my wrist. “I’d go into a cubicle with him, pull my thong to one side and fuck down hard on him, baby. I’d have to be on top so I could grope those fantastic muscles of his.”

I felt my hairs unfamiliar between the sweat of my skin and the material of my two tone shirt, locked under my girlfriend’s sensational, salacious grip.

“Where is he, I wonder?” she said.

I leaned away from Jill, pointed to the dance floor below, and found him in his grey shirt, stood next to his friend in the white one, as they eyed a trio of girls dressed to the nines as schoolgirls. I smirked, thinking my Jill would be jealous, then looked around, realising the sensations in my sleeve had changed.

My Jill was already gone.

9

Jill’s soft hands had tightened on my torso. She had hauled herself closer, slamming her pussy onto my thigh, clamping my hand in between. I was stilled in place. Stilled but for my fingers. I reached deep inside her, swirled around and found the familiarity of her sponge.

“Watch, Gary,” Jen whispered behind her, pointing her husband in the direction of Jill’s ass.

He brought his hand to his cock, and stroked himself.

Jill squealed into my neck, intoxicating her incisors on my sweat. “Oh, baby, yes! Fuck me with your fingers!” She gasped suddenly, and screamed. “Oh my God! Where’s Jen? Where’s Jen?”

Jen laughed, caressing her own naked nipples as she looked on. “I’m here, babes.”

“Can you see?”

“Yes.”

“Can you both see?” Jill demanded, wheezing.

There was a momentary silence, followed by Gary clearing his throat quietly. “Yeah,” he whispered, wanking himself harder. “We can both see you.”

“Here,” Jen began, slipping her head to his crotch, “allow me, dear.” She gorged her mouth on her husband’s member, swallowing him deep.

Gary grunted, his eyes widening with lust as he watched my girlfriend’s twat squat on my fingers. He leaned slowly forward, driving his dick further into Jen’s mouth and pinning the back of her head to the carpet. His wife was a willing participant, groaning her approval. His stare fixed on Jill’s ass. On her magnificent cheeks.

I drove my fist upwards, raising her thighs from my legs.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, dragging her head high in the air and shutting her eyes.

Jen mumbled into Gary’s member, throwing her fingers from her breasts to her pussy, slipping over her clit and spreading her lips. She submitted her mouth to his member, swapping saliva and surrendering her supply of oxygen.

I fisted furiously into my girlfriend, my erection growing with every squelch of her labia over my wrist.

Gary climbed further over Jen, driving his knees over her shoulders.

Her protest was muffled under his dick. Her hands swatted at his back.

He ignored her, shoving his cock between her lips until his pubes suffocated her sinus.

Jen’s hands fell by the wayside, snaking her belly and cavorting downwards to the moist, luscious cavity of her cunt. She spread her legs wide, inviting attention.

My right hand had Jill at my mercy, twisting her inner sponge and sending the repressed slut within to the surface. My left palm pressed on her breast, cupped her abundance of joy, then fondled her nipple. One of Jill’s eyes sneaked ever so slightly open, sending a silent warning. Behave. Be careful. Beware.

Gary rolled one leg off his wife’s shoulder.

She pried her lips from his dick, sucking for air.

Gary’s eyes appeared mesmerised by the young, blonde sex bomb in his living room, sending his legs quaking across the floor from his wife.

Jen toyed her clitoris, watching her naked husband clamber towards us. Her mouth opened into an O. She roamed her belly to her breasts, masturbating herself sensually all over. Loving her own skin. Resigning her body to her own touch. Erect nipple found solid finger. Glistening hood submitted to soft digits sashaying south to her pussy lips. “Mmmmmm,” Jen mumbled, “yeah… Let me watch you three together.”

Gary reached his hand out to the soft, small of Jill’s naked back.

Her eyes flashed open as his firm hand touched her. She sucked suddenly for air, expanding her chest, as surprise and delight formed a union of relinquishment on her face. She nodded slightly to me, admitting her forthcoming tryst. Permitting the pleasure which was to follow. And forgoing the forgiveness she would one day seek to recoup.

10

I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the instincts months of training had ingrained into me. I was to avoid unnecessary conflict. Resist the temptation to provoke problems where none should exist. I hammered my shoulder into the stray arm of a guy of a similar build to myself.

“Sorry, pal!” he said, opening his palms.

My inner goodness forced a smile to my face. “My fault,” I said, drowned out by the unrecognisable heavy dance music.

My shoes thudded onwards on the floor, leading me past the dance floor to the bar. I cocked my head sideways, sought out Jill amongst the throngs of people and found her grinding her ass into the backside of another girl in her twenties. The girl was dressed in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, and her dancing was dazzling the eyes of two Asian men on the peripheral edge of the dance floor. One in a white shirt. The other in grey.

Jill reached up to her ponytail, twisted her fingers into the bobble and pulled it free from her hair. She shook her head side-to-side, sending curls of blonde cascading in every direction. She stopped, stared to the Asian in the grey shirt and flicked her hair over her bare shoulders.

Men and women walked around me, tutting and complaining. Their words washed by me. My legs were frozen. My calves stiff. My feet stubborn. My eyes drawn only to the love of my life, fearful and hopeful at once that she was about to embrace, employ and excite the dreadful fantasies of my loins.

The Asian scratched his beard, surveying the sexy women competing for his attention, then bared his teeth in a wry smile.

White shirt turned to him, and spoke into his ear.

Grey shirt nodded, reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved his wallet. He pulled out a wad of notes, thumbed through them unnecessarily and passed his friend a twenty pound note.

His friend took the twenty, and headed across the dance floor towards the exit, where I was stood.

Jill hurled herself into another sexy dance, grazing her ass against the other girl’s. The two of them demonstrated their expertise. Their sleaze. Their tease.

I was torn between the turmoil of disgust, lust and guilt. Disgust at how she exhibited herself so naturally for another man’s whims. Lust for how she looked as she danced, turned and portrayed her exquisite figure. And guilt that I was the one who had propelled her onto this expedition of sexual discovery. Sent her seeking her inner proclivity. And unravelled a disposition which arose as much from my arousals, if not ten time more, than hers.

She deserved dignity. Watching her would provide none.

I put my trust to her disposal, and turned as the Asian in the white shirt strolled off the dance floor and past me to the queue for the bar. I followed behind him, resisting the temptation to look back over my shoulder to Jill.

11

I had flashed my eyes to Jen, hoping the horror crossing my face would transcend her necessity for transgression.

My Jill was a lost cause, sacrificing our time together to her pussy’s desire for the touch of another. Another man. The man her mouth had mined only minutes earlier when I had left the room.

Gary’s fingers caressed Jill’s skin. I struggled to see, guessing only where he touched from the shape of his arm. Jill’s naked body was blocking my view.

“Oh my God,” Jill said, quivering over my fist. She attempted to jut her ass out to meet Gary’s caresses.

I hauled her cunt closer, hurting her in the process.

“Fuck!” she cried.

My lip curled cruelly on one side.

Gary brought his other hand down to his groin, surrounding his shaft in his palm. His eyes stared at Jill’s figure. His breathing grew ragged. He seemed in awe, mesmerised by her ruthless beauty.

Jill reached down. Her arm dotted by goosebumps of betrayal. She took my hard cock in her soft hand, and tugged gently. Her head fell forwards, and she showered the skin of my shoulders and chest in kisses.

I looked down her slim, naked back to Gary’s hand snaking her spine. His touch was somewhat innocent. Shy. Lacking the killer courage her cunt’s depravity doubtlessly sought inside.

“Grab her ass!” Jen shouted, as she rotated her hand between her legs and shoved her two middle fingers into her pussy. “Oh!” She lay her head back on the carpet, sucked the fingertips of her other hand and brought them to her breasts, scissoring across her nipples. “Go, Gary, touch her… She wants it.”

Gary’s grip tightened on Jill’s waist.

I pulled my hand from her insides.

She tongued my scapula, breathing harsh, hot air onto my skin. The fingers of her other hand found my torso. Her nails traced my skin. She pulled harder on my cock, loosening her grip momentarily to twist her palm teasingly over my foreskin.

I slapped my hand against Jill’s cunt.

Gary pinched the skin at the bottom of Jill’s spine, spreading his fingertips over her flesh. He pounded his cock as he explored her. His eyes roaming to areas his fingers seemed afraid to.

Jill raised her thighs, stretched her knees and shoved her ass towards him. She rattled her fingers from tip to base on my length. “Oh God… I need touched… Please… One of you… Please.”

“Gary,” Jen began, fucking herself harder and louder behind them, “touch her fucking body or come over here and give me your fucking dick… But do something, dear…” She switched her accent, mimicking a particular Vietnamese prostitute, “Me so horny.”

Gary’s eyes found mine.

I stared back. Manners dictated I should nod, indicating my approval. My permission. I motioned in no way. Neither in favour, nor against.

He sighed heavily, rounding his penis in his palm. He retreated two fingers from my Jill’s skin in his other hand, then slowly descended from her lower back to the beginnings of her ass. He breathed in and out. Sweat fell from his brow to his face.

I caught Jill’s clit between my finger and thumb, pressed, swirled and pulled.

“Fuck!” Jill cried, arching her back, shoving her ass out to Gary’s touch.

His fingers parted over her cheeks, one to either side of her anus. He pulled slowly away, then patted his palm gently against her perfection. “Wow,” he muttered, shuffling his knees closer. He looked up, found my stares, and stopped. His hand circled her ass, stroking the sensational softness of her skin.

Jen blew her fringe from her face. “Fuck!” she cried. “Do something!”

Jill gyrated her clitoris into my touch. Snapped her hand harder over my shaft, gripping tighter and pulling faster. “Gimme it,” she quipped. “Gimme it now! Touch me! Fuck!”

Gary released his cock, wiped his precum on his bare thigh and brought his second hand to Jill’s bountiful ass. He clasped one cheek in one palm. And the other in his second.

“Mmmmmm,” Jill muttered, wiping her perspiration from her forehead across my chest and taking her tongue to my nipples.

“My God,” Gary said quietly, as he cupped my Jill’s ass in his hands, and exhaled deeply.

“What about you, Matty?” Jen drawled, unaware I hated the infliction. “Me love you long time.”

My heart pounded in my chest. My eyes drawn instinctively to Gary’s wife on her back on the floor, legs spread and fingers fucking deep within her pulsating pussy.

Jen turned her torso, squeezing her voluptuous breasts together into a wonderful, naked cleavage under her arm. “D’you wanna come over here…” Jen ran her tongue around the circumference of her red lips. “And give me your dick?”

12

There were shouts, jeers and cheers from the dance floor as Rihanna’s Disturbia blasted across the club. I found the sounds all too enticing, though I fought the urge to look around. My Jill could be doing anything. Anything she wanted within the arms of another man, and I wouldn’t do a thing to stop her. She needed the time to herself. To explore her forgotten side. My dissuasion would be silent and out of sight, a piece of my wallowing shame.

White shirt joined the queue for the bar ahead. He pulled at his fabric, revealing sweat patches under each arm.

I teetered on the heels of my shoes, rocking the soles forward. I surveyed the queue ahead. It wouldn’t be long. My Jill could be getting closer to her Asian friend. Giving him a little more of her perfume. Her skin. Her breath.

Six pints were set on the bar. Two drunks spilt a quarter of the contents of each over themselves as they stumbled off after paying.

I wondered if Jill’s chin would graze his beard. If her tongue would taste the inside of his mouth.

I found a mirror behind the bar, reflecting the faces of several punters and the dance floor in the distance. I searched for Jill. Several girls danced through the rising smoke. I spotted one of the supposed schoolgirls. The hen party. Where was Jill? Where was the Asian?

White shirt was alerted by his mobile phone in his pocket, and brought it out to read a text message. He laughed. Then replaced it in his pocket.

Paranoia put it to my mind that grey shirt was bragging.

I frantically scanned the mirror as the queue moved forward towards the bar. It wouldn’t be long… Until I had another cold pint in my palm.

I broke my promise to myself, and swivelled my neck to the dance floor. Girls danced with girls. Guys danced with girls. Men made out with women. Women made out with women. My Jill was missing. Hidden by the heads of others. Covered by their cavorting. Shrouded by the sensual probing of hunters and lurers.

I turned back to the queue. We had moved forward again. I reckoned I would be served within the next minute or two.

White shirt took out his mobile again. He read another message. His shoulders contorted with poorly repressed hysterics.

My Jill. Mocked. Mauled. Conquested.

I powered control into my breathing. Pushed thoughts of the Asian in the grey shirt aside. Fought. Shoved. Gritted my teeth, and coursed them away. “A pint of Harp and a double vodka and coke, please,” I wheezed, propping my hands on the bar.

13

Gary had taken one hand from Jill’s ass and returned it to his cock, pleasuring himself as his wife tantalised the possibility of taking my penis.

I breathed out, enjoying the softening touch of Jill’s hand on my member, then humped into her. There was something filthy and alluring about Jen, so different from my Jill. She was attractive. But it was the sexuality she oozed. In her voice. Her motions. And her manners.

“Do you fancy it, Matty?” she asked, groping her huge breast in her hand.

Gary’s lips were curling into a wry smile. He was similar to myself, thrilled by the thoughts of sharing his woman, though several years more experienced in the accompanying emotional roller coaster.

“Go for it,” Jill whispered, locking her eyes on mine. She thrust her ass backwards into Gary’s reluctant hand, desperate to break his shyness.

I glanced to Jen, eyeing the pubic hair she had trimmed into the shape of a triangle above her clit. “Ye-”

“Why don’t you and Jill put on a show for us?” Gary suggested, slacking his hand nervously over Jill’s curvaceous, perspiration laden ass cheeks. He was looking down to his wife. “I think Matt and I would like to watch a bit of girl-on-girl.”

Jill’s eyes lit with the fires of lascivious lesbian lust. She had never done anything more than kiss another girl, barely tasting more than her tongue. Jen had once sucked on her tits. But Jill had only ever been the taker, never the giver. Her upper teeth clamped down on her lower lip.

“Yeah,” I said hoarsely.

Jen rubbed her clitoris. “Mmmmmm… What would you like us to do?”

I thought of a dozen wonderful activities their feminine bodies could find to entwine themselves together.

“The beads,” Gary said, drawing his hand from Jill’s ass and placing it upon her waist, caressing her soft, perfect skin. “Jen, go upstairs and get the beads.”

Jill positioned her free hand over Gary’s, snaking her fingers together with his.

Jealousy was juxtaposed with joy in my chest. Butterflies made a beeline for my balls, bulging below my cock in my girlfriend’s hand.

Gary motioned his knees closer to her behind. “Go on, honey,” he said, slapping his cock back and forth, squeezing his huge purple head as he admired the shape of Jill’s ass. “We’ll wait here, while you fetch them from the bedroom.”

Jen rolled onto the carpet, squashing her breasts, and rubbed herself between her legs for a few more seconds until she stood. Her eyes looked lustfully to Jill and I, to her breasts and to my cock surrendered to her touch, then flashed swiftly to her husband’s shaft. “Take care of that while I’m up there,” she said, then headed out the door, her bounteous ass bouncing as she walked.

Gary’s fingers tightened on Jill’s waist.

Her digits entwined vivaciously in his, pulling him around to her belly.

The textured glass-panelled living room door closed behind Jen. Her bare feet fell on the first of the stairs.

Gary, Jill and I were alone together for the first time in our lives.

14

I sat down at the table again, overlooking the dance floor. I searched for Jill, and saw white shirt bringing his and his friend’s drinks from one side to the other. I downed beer and sporadically threw my eyes below. I watched flesh move with flesh. Lips lavish lips. Hands caress arms, backs and bare legs. Sexual tensions were erupting. Desire diluting. And illicit encounters evolving. I saw two of the schoolgirls jive together. One touched the other’s shoulder. They turned in unison, watching as another stood on her tip toes, revealing her white lace socks at the end of her long legs. She looked up, kissing the confident Asian in the grey shirt. He grabbed her pigtails and pulled her up to him, mauling her mouth with his. His hands were rough. His touch shameless and superior. He forced her to stretch higher to reach him, hungry for more.

It could so easily have been my Jill.

Disappointment depleted the disarray in my nerves.

It might have been my Jill only a minute or so earlier.

Out of my sight. Outrunning my misgivings. Where had she gone?

15

Jill had relented her wrestling of my cock in her hand, as Jen reached the top of the stairs and entered the bedroom overhead. Her thumb rubbed Gary’s.

He slowed his masturbation to a massage, surveying her naked shoulders from behind.

Jill turned her body around, so that I was on her right and Gary on her left. Their hands parted. Hers to her thigh.

Gary’s to his side.

Jill dragged her fingernails down my length, and up again.

Gary relaxed his stroke to the slowest, minimal contact, wary, it appeared, that both Jill and I could see him.

“What are the beads?” Jill asked, mocking innocence for the sake of small talk.

Gary drew his hand to his mouth, and cleared his throat. “A sex toy,” he said, steering his eyes awkwardly from her pussy to her face. Gravity was dragging his pupils downwards, driving them to her sex. He breathed deeply, opposing nature with his good manners.

“You can put them in your pussy,” I said, pushing my hips forward, encouraging my erection into Jill’s hand.

“Oh,” she muttered.

“Or your ass,” I added, caressing the soft, flat side of her tight waist.

“Oh!” she said, much more excitedly.

Gary smiled.

Suddenly there was silence between us.

Jen ransacked something above. Couldn’t she find the beads? How long would she be?

I thought desperately for something to say, to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation.

Jill’s left hand took to the side of her left leg.

Gary’s right palm a mere centimetre away on his thigh.

They brushed together. Her eyes flashed to his. His to hers.

I swallowed, searching for the right words to break the ice freezing between us. Separating us. Separating me. From them. From her. “What do you think, Gary,” I began, feeling my cock spring involuntarily against Jill’s fingers, “of Jill’s breasts?”

My girlfriend’s face was instantly horror struck.

His eyes dropped to her nipples.

Jill dragged her hand from my cock to her chest.

I swiped it away. “Don’t cover yourself, Jill… Let Gary look at your boobs.”

Her breathing animated suddenly. Her breasts rose and fell in quick succession. Her mouth opened. Her eyes widened.

“They’re…” Gary leaned forward. His thumb twitched.

So did Jill’s.

They were entwined again.

“… Beautiful.”

My cock stood prominent and exposed on my crotch, as I watched. “Jill’s got confidence issues with them,” I said disparagingly. “She thinks they’re too small. What do you think-”

Gary placed his left hand on Jill’s right breast. He cupped her from beneath. Pushed her flesh upwards.

Jill gasped.

He released her, then switched his grip gently to her nipple.

Jill’s thumb by her side, interlocked with his, rubbed approvingly. Encouragingly.

“They’re the most pert set of perfect breasts,” Gary took to her left boob, adopting a tender stroke, “I’ve ever seen… Ever touched…” He lowered his mouth towards her chest. “May I?” he asked. He asked her.

An indeliberate surge of air escaped Jill’s lips, parting her fringe. She struggled to move her mouth. Her chin. She barely nodded. Then mumbled, “Yeah.”

Gary’s cock sprouted high as he extended his tongue. Touched the tip of Jill’s nipple.

She closed her eyes. The widest, most flattered smile stretched her lips upon her face.

I looked to their thumbs. Their hands had parted. His was on Jill’s leg. Hers on the inside of his thigh.

Gary pulled his lips over his gums. He retreated his tongue into his mouth. Then clamped my darling Jill’s erect nipple between his front teeth.

She elicited the merest hint of a squeal, as her hand grazed against his balls. She turned her wrist. Then stroked her fingers over his scrotum, playfully pulling at his hairs.

Gary groaned, then rotated her nipple within his teeth.

My heart pounded. My pulse deafening on my eardrums.

The ceiling creaked above.

My hands trembled.

Jill released his hairs. She stretched her fingers out, caressing his balls with her tips.

Gary withdrew his teeth, then flicked his tongue like a whip against her nipple.

“Mmmmmm,” Jill said quietly. “Do the other one.”

Gary licked her skin as he slid across her chest. He tongued her areola. Circled her nipple. Teased and tantalised about what was to come.

Jill’s forefinger curved, then kissed the solid beginnings of his shaft above his balls. Her touch was shy. Timid.

Gary widened his mouth, opened his eyes and placed his lips around the entirety of Jill’s nipple, swallowing it inside.

“Oh my God,” Jill whispered.

My hand found my erection.

My girlfriend threw her head back, sending her hair over the skin of her neck and shoulders.

Gary lovingly attended his lips to her tender breast, then brought his free hand to her other, exposed nipple. He took it between his forefinger and thumb, turned it whole, tweaking her in a manner she would have rebuked of me.

Her front teeth nibbled her lower lip. Her eyelashes fluttered. Lust quaked down her torso, parting her thighs to expose her pussy.

I glanced to his crotch. Jill’s fingers and thumb were moving up and down the lowest part of his cock, around the base, pleasuring him with more boldness with each passing second. Her fingers fought higher, squeezing him around the start of his solidness. She pushed higher. Scratched the ends of his pubes. Stroked down. Then up again. Her thumb and fingers stretched. Up. Around. Tightened. Within seconds, his cock was wrapped in her touch.

Something crashed onto the floor above us.

Gary withdrew his tongue from Jill’s nipple. He looked up to her.

Jill opened her eyes. She stilled her hand on his length.

His eyes fixated on hers.

Moisture reflected the dimmed light of the living room in her irises as she looked down.

Gary’s pupils dilated. His stare fell south. To her cheeks. Her nose. And, finally, her mouth.

Jill exhaled, launching her eyes lasciviously to his lips.

Electricity surged between them. Chemistry which capitulated longing to lust. It was going to happen. Their heads were moving. Nearing. Closing the gap between their mouths.

My girlfriend Jill was about to kiss another man right in front of me.

~

The rest of the story can be read in the full novel, available from Amazon, and from Smashwords and various other online retailers.

First draft of Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging finished

Hi everyone,

Thanks for visiting my blog, whether this is your first time or your fortieth. I appreciate your time.

In the last few minutes, I have finished writing the first draft of my next novel, Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging, which clocked in at 95,458 words. This one is set three years before The Uncertain Cuckold series, and features Matt and Jill engaging in some swinging with Gary and Jen.

But of course there is so much more going on than a simple case of you have my wife, and I’ll have yours. For one thing, only one of the couples are married. That changes the dynamic. In fact, Matt and Jill aren’t even engaged at this stage.

The novel is plotted in 5 parts. Part 1 has Matt and Jill clubbing. Matt encourages Jill to explore her options with any admirers she finds. We also get a series of exciting flashbacks to Jill and Matt’s first experience with Gary and Jen. That is mind-blowing to say the least.

Subsequent parts deal with Jill departing for Edinburgh with work, Matt left to his own devices (literally, he he, you’ll all see) in her absence, and the meeting again of Gary and Jen. But will that be with Jill or without Jill, who seems hesitant to explore another deeply sexual experience with someone, Jen, who is an old friend?

There are also more mentions – and clues to the identity – of the man from Jill’s past. The man who may have shaped her into the woman she has become. He made her wear a second skin body suit, and call him master. He has only been sparingly mentioned so far. Get set for more.

I’ll get rewriting ASAP (my pet hate) and hopefully it’ll be published very soon. In the meantime, you can visit my Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk pages for all my novels. Alternatively, visit my Smashwords page here or my #IAN1 page here.

Sensual, Intimate and Explicit Swinging is now available here from Amazon and from Smashwords

My Interview with The Independent Author Network

At the start of March 2013, I was interviewed by The Independent Author Network. You can read the interview here.

As for an update on my writing, I have just today finished Part 4 (of 5) of Sensual, Intimate and Explicit Swinging, a scorching novel which features Matt, Jill, Jen and Gary, a certain Sharon and a Graham, not to forget a boozing session with Matt’s mates Selby and McIntyre which involves one particularly horny woman and a disastrous situation for Matt, while Jill is away with work in Edinburgh, Scotland. It will be published ASAP in April.

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The Unwilling Cuckold chapters 1, 2 and 3

The Unwilling Cuckold is the sequel to The Uncertain Cuckold. It was published on Amazon on the 8th February 2013. It contains a total of 26 highly-charged chapters. Below are the first 3. I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

1

I had finally fucked my fiancée Jill after weeks of denial. Someone was at the front door. I wanted to ignore it, but Jill insisted I answered.

I walked through the living room, and sighed as I opened the front door. My jaw dropped suddenly. Gary, the guy she had been fucking for two whole weeks until I ordered her to put a stop to it, was stood before me.

“Matt,” he said. “I thought you weren’t going to answer. But you did, Matt, and that’s good.”

I couldn’t fathom his presence. Six days had passed since she had ended it with him.

“I want to see Jill.”

Hurt harassed humility in my heart.

“I want to see her again, Matt.”

“What… Gary?”

“And you’re going to make that happen.”

2

I stumbled back into the house, carefully closing the front door behind me. My fingers found the key in the lock, turned, and secured it shut. I paused. My breathing was ragged. My hands shaking. My heart thumping.

“Baby?” called Jill.

I wiped sweat from my forehead.

Wood creaked in the conservatory, echoing through the downstairs part of the house. She was on her feet.

“I’m here,” I said, walking quickly into the living room and closing the blinds, shielding his car from her vision.

“Who was at the door?” she asked, dressed suddenly in a tight, white track suit. Where was the bondage harness now?

For a split-second, I suspected she already knew. That she had at some level been compliant in his plans. I dismissed the thought. “Jehovah’s Witnesses,” I said.

“Really?” She stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, her hands hugging her hips.

Jesus, she looked amazing. How was I supposed to contemplate sharing her again? I couldn’t. I would call Gary’s bluff. I had to.

Jill turned without requiring answer and headed to the kettle, clicking it on. “Tea?”

“Please, sweetheart.” It would be that or something stronger.

Jill’s ass swayed as she sashayed across the tiled floor, pulling out a drawer and withdrawing a spoon. She stopped, glanced to me and smiled. “It was mind-blowing to finally make love again, baby.” Her eyes sparkled. “You really fucked me good. I… I liked submitting to you… After so long.” My fiancée back-pedalled towards the boiling kettle and teabags. “I do love you so very much.”

I swallowed saliva, stifling bile rising in my throat. “I love you too, Jill.”

There was a glint in her eye.

Did she know?

A hint of foreboding to her voice.

Could she?

“I want to talk to you, Matt.”

Oh God no. My worst suspicions on the verge of confirmation. She was responsible. She had sent Gary to the door. She had somehow encouraged him to return with his proposition. His demand. His blackmail.

“I want to discuss the wedding with you, baby.” She paused to pour water from the kettle into two cups. “I want to set a date.”

I closed my eyes. Oh fuck…

3

Jill’s fingers clasped her cup of tea. Her painted fingernails drummed the porcelain as steam rose from the liquid.

I imagined my cum seeping from her insides. Then recalled my conversation with Gary. How long could I postpone the inevitable?

“What would you think, baby,” she paused, smiling as a blushing bride-to-be should, “of a spring wedding?”

I was sat on the other sofa, studying her wonderful features and reliving the all too recent sordid activity she had committed with her… I could barely think it… Never mind say it… Her… Her… Her fuck buddy… Her lover… Her bull.

“Or what about the summer?” Jill looked to the mantelpiece. “Gosh, can you ever be sure about the weather in this country?”

My befuddled attempt at passive laughter failed to escape her darting eyes.

“You okay, Matt?”

I sat on my shaking hands. “Yes.” My heart pounded. “Please… Keep talking about the wedding.” My pulse thumped on my temples. “I want you to discuss it at me.”

“At?” She crossed her slim legs in her tight leggings.

I wriggled the back of my hands under my thighs. “With,” I corrected.

Jill set her cup on the wooden coffee table. “Matt, are you taking this seriously? Because this is going to be the most important day of my life.”

I was nodding.

“It’s a day I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl. The white dress. The church. The music. The flower girls. The page boys-”

“The parents,” I interrupted, drawing an axe on anxiety.

“What?”

My axe served only to amplify. “You know.”

Jill shook her head, her face growing more stern with each second. “No, Matt. I don’t. What do you mean?”

I stared at her, burning under her attempts to untangle my secrets. “Well… There’ll be my parents there… And your mum and dad-”

“My mum and stepdad,” she snapped.

My coherence was set to be certified. My confusion rife between worlds. My conscience close to unravelling.

“Yes, they’ll all be there too,” Jill continued. “I know what songs I want playing as you wait for me to arrive. I know the band I want to play them. I chose the song for our first dance years ago…”

I thought of the hotel we had spent a night in just one week prior. How many times had Gary fucked Jill? There were the times I had watched. The times I hadn’t. The minute or more when she had allowed a complete stranger named David to finger her pussy, after kissing him openly in the hotel bar. Then there were the two girls, Katie and Victoria. How stupid I had been, fucking both of them in a state of jealous, sexual rage. Gary had been with me. He had fucked them too. He had watched me fuck them.

“… My bridesmaids. My matron-of-honour.”

My exhalation was subconscious.

“Am I boring you, Matt?” Jill demanded, reaching forward and lifting her cup.

My attention returned, spiking upon her lithe shape. “Absolutely not, Jill. It all sounds wonderful.” My enthusiasm waned, warranting the angry contours which lined her face.

“Baby, for fuck’s sake,” she yelled, slamming her cup on the table and spilling several splashes.

“What?”

“You’re not a bit interested in what I have to say, are you? I’m talking about our wedding day. The most important, most romantic and exciting day of our lives, baby. Can you please show more of an interest?”

“Yes,” I insisted, squirming on the sofa.

Jill sighed loudly.

“I am interested, sweetheart. I promise. I’ve just got something-”

“Christ, Matt, listen to me. I’ve something to tell you. I only want to tell you it once. You can be upset. You can be angry. You can be aroused. Right this minute, I don’t give a fuck what way you feel about it. Because I know what way it’s intended.”

Where the hell was she going? And with what?

“Last Sunday I went down to see Gary, right?”

I nodded.

“You wanted me to end it with him.”

I swallowed. She had ached from her weekend with him. Her lips so swollen she couldn’t permit her pussy to him.

“And I did, baby.”

Instead, she had surrendered her wrists to his bedposts and her ass to his cock.

“I ended it with him.”

But for how long?

“Matt, there was something else. Something I didn’t tell you.”

My insides tightened within my torso.

“After him and I… After we made love-”

“After you fucked,” I broke in, dragging my fingers across the material of the sofa and out from under my legs.

Jill’s breasts rose under her zipped top as she breathed. Her front teeth chiselled at her lower lip. “Yes…” Her chest deflated again. “After that, I had to do something to make it clear to him that it was over. And it was over, baby. It is over. You know I loved my fun with him. The irresistible nature to our affair was incredible. But my commitment is to you. To us. To the future.”

I sat forward, eyeing the blinds momentarily. “What did you do then?”

“I told Gary I’d made my choice. I asked him to respect it. I kissed him. Oh God, it felt like a Judas kiss. He wanted it to be more. He wanted the passion. The fireworks. His hands were on my body. But I told him what I’m telling you. I said I wanted to set a date for the wedding. I needed to show him how serious I am about my relationship with you. My fiancé. My future husband.”

I was horrified.

Jill was smiling.

I drained my features to ambivalence.

Jill’s brow furrowed.

I stretched the insides of my mouth around my fangs.

A ripple festered under Jill’s right eye.

I pushed my teeth forward into a grin.

She stifled an absurd blink as she surveyed my expression.

“That’s…” My incisors parted, permitting my tongue to roll around words I could barely utter. “Really… Great… Jill.”

Jill leaned forward, moving her cup to a drier wooden panel. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby? Did I miss something?”

I shook my head fiercely. “Not at all. Everything’s fine.”

She glanced to the kitchen door, and beyond to the entrance to the conservatory. “We did just have the most amazing sex session in there… Right?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t dream that.”

“No, Jill. Of course not.”

My fiancée bit at her thumbnail. She was hesitating. “Then…” Her fluster fell into the widest of genuine smiles. “I can keep talking about the wedding?”

I suppressed a sigh. “Yes.” Commitment was a million miles from the thoughts Gary had forced to infiltrate my mind.

“Oh, baby, it’ll be amazing. Everybody will be there!”

Holy shit, I thought. Everybody? Did everybody include Gary?

“They’ll all be so excited for us starting a new chapter in our lives.”

What about Jen? Jen had been Jill’s friend for years. She had also been Gary’s wife. Surely if Jill invited one she couldn’t invite the other?

“They’ll not know about what has happened up to now.”

I succumbed to the most minutest of relaxations.

“Most of them, anyway.”

What? My attention whipped to hers.

“Just so many people, baby, all happy for us. All lining the pews in the church. All waiting outside to applaud us on our way and shower us in confetti. The sun will be shining. The skies clear. The only clouds in our past.” Happiness whisked her off on an irretrievable journey to the future. To a fantasy. To an inevitable disappointment. “I’ll wear the most beautiful white dress you’ll ever see in all your life. You won’t get to see it beforehand. Nor my lingerie, Matt. My lingerie will be so sexy. You’ll have the night of your life.”

If I wasn’t holding her hair as she was bent over a toilet vomiting.

“We can start thinking onwards past the wedding, baby, as well…”

The feeling of falseness to our impending union intensified in my veins.

“… Perhaps even think about starting a family.”

Sickness twisted in my stomach.

“Could you imagine that, Matt?”

Coiled in my throat.

“Could you imagine us bringing a little baby into the world?”

Boiled in my mind.

“Baby?”

My temperature soared.

“Baby, are you okay?”

My head was spinning.

“You look red.”

My fears encroaching.

“What is it, Matt?”

My blackmail unfolding.

“What’s the matter?”

“I…

“Yes?”

“I…”

“Spit it out for fuck’s sake, baby!”

“I… Want… You…”

“Awwwwww-”

“I want you to start seeing Gary again,” I snapped.

4

“And you’re going to make that happen,” Gary had said at the front door.

I had leaned back on the doorway, careful to close the living room door. If Jill knew he was there… I couldn’t contemplate the possibilities… I had barely reclaimed her from him for more than five minutes.

Gary folded his arms. “Do you hear me, Matt?”

I nodded.

“Good.” His warm breath lit up in the cold air.

I looked over his shoulders to the end of the driveway. His car was parked across the entrance. If Jill changed out of her bondage harness and into something more respectable, if she moved from the conservatory to the kitchen, or even to the living room, if she looked out the front window, she would see his car and know he was there.

“I really expected more of an argument about this,” he said.

I was in shock. How had he the audacity to show up so brazenly? So out of the blue. And after every carnal act he and my fiancée had committed together. Then I realised. My Jill. She was the source of his desire. The drive in his domination.

“I want to see her again, Matt,” Gary started, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t want to hear any more from her about wanting to end things. She was in a terrible state last week. I know you were behind that. She doesn’t deserve such hurt.” He smiled. “Not when I can give her such pleasure.”

My face reddened. My balls twitched. My cock strengthened. “No, Gary.”

“What?”

I gulped. “I can’t let you see her again. It’s over.”

“Matt,” he said, his tone harsh and full of warning.

“Gary, she’s my fiancée. I love her. You must understand. You’ve been married-”

“Don’t lecture me, Matt. Yes, I’ve been married. Three times, in fact. And nothing gave me greater pleasure than sharing my third wife, Jen. You fucked her yourself, Matt.”

The memory warmed my chilling soul only for an instant.

“You should be the same.”

I ignored the truth. Both the shame and the fact. “It’s irrelevant, Gary. You both had your fun and I was very understanding…”

He was nodding. He was coming around.

“… But it’s in the past.”

He pursed his lips.

“I don’t want my relationship with Jill to be dictated by a third party. Once in a blue moon… Yes, it’s fun to share her. But I don’t want to play second fiddle… Not again.”

“Is that how you felt?”

I was looking back into the house, desperate to detect any sign of movement.

“Matt,” he barked.

“Yes,” I said. “She made me feel second best when you were on the scene, Gary. Jesus, I would’ve been lucky if I ranked second. All she wanted was you. You and no one else.”

Gary was smiling.

“What?”

His smile widened. His lungs tugged tighter on the air. His chest expanded. He held his breath for several seconds. Then exhaled. “If that’s how she truly felt, Matt, then you’d have to be a very selfish, unloving man to deny your fiancée something she so clearly loves.”

She loved him?

“If Jill loves my cock… Who are you to deny it to her?”

I reeled momentarily from the bluntness of his statement. “I…” I glimpsed her mouth lovingly seeing to his balls. “I…” To his cock. “I…” Her throat swallowing his sperm.

“You know your place, Matt. You know Jill’s. And you know mine. Things must return to the way they were.”

I shook my head. “I won’t let you.”

Gary was staring at the living room window. Was Jill there?

“I’m her fiancé.”

He turned from the window. “Really? The same fiancé who fucked two other girls in the hotel last week?”

The atomic bomb of secrecy had been detonated between us. My eyes fell immediately to the ground. Silence ran amok but for the faint sound of wind rustling the nearby leaves.

I looked up to him. “You wouldn’t go there.”

“Don’t make me, Matt. I want to see Jill again. I want your permission. I want you to give her your blessing-”

“No.”

Gary leaned forward. “What do you think Jill will do when she finds out what you’ve done?” He glanced to the window again. “Are you kidding yourself that she’ll forgive you?”

I fought a flinch into nothingness.

“She’ll never forgive you, Matt. She prides herself on having found a man who’ll never stray.” The lines around his mouth stretched as he smiled. “Don’t do it to her. Don’t destroy her-”

“You’re the one who’d destroy her, Gary!”

Gary looked into the house, as if indicating my outburst had caused a disturbance.

I spun on my heel, checked and listened. There was nothing. “Don’t,” I pleaded, unable to turn back to look at him.

“I won’t, Matt. I’ve no wish to ruin your relationship. I just want to fuck Jill every now and again.”

I looked to the neighbours’ houses, checking for open windows.

“Well,” he continued, drawling, “maybe a little more often… She is amazing.”

Something about her was. But that didn’t mean I was prepared to be blackmailed into sharing her again.

His body language relaxed. “You have forty-eight hours, Matt.”

My eyebrows narrowed. “To do what?”

“To convince Jill to contact me. I want to hear it from her that she wants to see me again. I want… To taste her again.”

There was an involuntary rush of blood to my loins.

“I’m adamant in my demands, Matt. If I don’t hear from her, I’ll be in touch with her. And I’ll tell her all about what you did with Katie and Victoria.”

I cleared my throat, stifling a growing shake in my hands. “You did the same thing with them, Gary.”

He shook his head, grinning. “I‘m not engaged to Jill, Matt. I‘ve nothing to lose. Could you lose her?”

I didn’t answer, as I felt my face pale before him.

“Exactly.”

“But-”

“If she came running to me, Matt, I wouldn’t say no. But it’s not a relationship I want. At least not in the traditional sense. I just want her sweet, sweet body at the end of a text message.” He wanted her as his booty call. “Forty-eight hours, Matt,” Gary said, turning finally away from the door and starting down the driveway to his car.

“Okay,” I said, bewildered by my own compliance.

“Oh.” Gary stopped suddenly, and looked around. “And another thing…”

I looked dreadfully to the neighbours’ windows again.

“… I want you to reassure Jill that she and I can still fuck after you’re married.”

5

Jill sipped her tea, not saying a word in response to my enforced confession. She replaced the cup on the table, extended her hand and examined her fingernails on each digit. She sighed a long, laborious exhalation. Her lips curled. Retracted. A budding smile began to blossom once more. Then faded as her eyes wandered down corridors of memories I could only dare to possess.

I couldn’t tell her the truth. No matter how extraordinary the circumstances, Jill would never accept that I had cheated.

“You really are a dirty little perv, baby,” Jill said finally, slicing the silence in two.

That much was indisputable.

“After all the pleading you did with me to end it with Gary, all you put me and him through, the heartache, the denial, you sit before me today, not much more than an hour after you’ve fucked me senseless, and you tell me you want me to start seeing him again…”

My tongue roamed the rear of my front teeth.

“Say something, Matt.”

My mouth opened. I couldn’t talk.

“Are you ashamed of yourself?”

My heart thudded in my chest.

“You are,” Jill said, smiling. “You’ve finally come to terms with your desires… Your needs… And you’re feeling shame at yourself.”

I fiddled my fingers on the front of my knees.

“And that’s why, baby, no matter how much you beg me, no matter how much you tell me you want me to see Gary again, it won’t be happening-”

“What?” I interrupted, his warnings echoing in my head.

“Your kinky fetish is too fickle. One minute you want me to fuck him. The next you never want me to see him again. I’m too fragile for that. Sorry, Matt, you’ve had your chance to be cuckolded… You blew it.”

I closed my eyes, reliving the moment when Victoria had spilled my spunk into Katie’s hungry mouth. I hoped every ounce had been worth it.

Jill laughed. “It is sort of sweet, but no.”

I cracked my knuckles, attempting to fathom words to fight for my woman. To push her back into the arms of another, and yet somehow to keep her by my side.

“Anyway,” she said, “back to the wedding plans… I was thinking we could have matching…”

CHAPTER TWO

1

It appeared Jill had settled on every possible plan for the wedding except the date, by the time we finished dinner on Saturday evening. She was all smiles and almost skipped through the living room on her way to the bathroom.

My heart was sinking.

Gary’s revelation would devastate her. Six years together would be destroyed in an instant. Even if Jill wanted to work through what had happened, even if she was willing to factor in the circumstances of my sexual denial, her repeated liaisons with Gary and the kisses she had shared with David in the hotel bar, she would say the trust had gone. She would be right. My heart pounded and told me the same. I had risked – and ruined – our relationship for a sordid, ego-inflating fuck with a blonde and a brunette.

“Baby,” Jill said quietly, peering from behind the living room door, “you are the most honest person I’ve ever met.”

Shame chipped at my conscience.

“It really was a nice gesture you made about letting me see Gary again if I wanted, but…” Jill pushed the door open. The wood creaked. The brass squealed. She unmasked her naked body in all its unrivalled glory. “… This is all yours.”

My jaw dropped.

“And I want to be a wonderful wife.”

“You… You… Oh God-”

Jill was stroking herself, rotating the first two fingers of her left hand on her clit. Her right hand roamed her hair, fixing her blonde locks over her bare shoulders. Her mouth opened, she exhaled a delightful moan and leaned forward, allowing her breasts to fall together. Jill dropped her hair, caressed her neck and slid her fingers slowly over her chest. Her thighs parted. She groped a breast. Her fingertips pried gingerly away from her clitoris, slipped lower and parted her wonderful lips.

“My God,” I said, struggling to comprehend a life without her.

Jill’s fingers slapped back and forth inside her pussy. She tweaked a nipple, and pursed her lips.

My cock shot against my fly, grazing the foreskin against the zip. I groaned.

Jill’s eyes shut. The fingers of one hand switched from one nipple to the other. She pulled her other hand slowly away from her pussy. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, then brought her fingers before her face. Her eyes opened again. “My juices and your sperm, baby.”

My chest expanded.

Jill slipped her fingers into her mouth.

The air in my lungs deflated.

“How…” She was tonguing her fingers. “Could you…” Rampantly, Jill ate at her moistness. “Ever…” Swallowed her fingers. “Share…” Mouthed her words between her digits. “Me…” Kissed her lips together, sealing my hours old spunk in her orifice. “Again?”

My hand drew towards my groin.

Jill twirled on her feet, spinning her ass in my direction. “I’m going to bath again, baby.”

“Ohhhhh-kay.” I gripped my cock through my trousers.

Her feet hit the stairs as the door closed slowly behind her.

I had to convince her to see him again.

2

Jill was singing Katy Perry’s I Kissed A Girl loudly to herself in the bathroom as the steam of her water filed through the house. With the oncoming winter and the rapidly increasing price of oil, I couldn’t complain when it meant I could leave the central heating off for another hour.

I heard the water cascade from her body into the bath as she moved. She would be lying naked up there. Naked. Aroused. Beautiful.

I rubbed my temple.

Her singing continued, eliciting distant memories of her previous girl-on-girl behaviour.

How could I lose her?

I couldn’t, and drew my mobile phone from my pocket. I unlocked it and scrolled to compose a new text message. What could I say? How could I possibly convince him that I had tried?

“Gary, it’s Matt. I’ve asked Jill to see you again. She said no. She wants to focus on her wedding plans. Please understand.”

I hit send, knowing he wouldn’t relent so easily.

3

“Matt, I want Jill’s pussy. Sort it.”

4

I paced the living room. Jill was slipping away. If she wasn’t slipping into Gary’s hands, she was certainly slipping out of mine. He would see to that. There was no calling his bluff… Surely.

I read the messages again, noting how strangely that I had omitted the word our for her when I referenced the wedding plans. It had not been my conscious intention.

I tapped the phone as I scanned Gary’s text, wondering if there was a way I could use it. A way I could convince Jill to block all contact with him. Could I convince her to block his number? To prevent him contacting her altogether.

I sighed.

How could I stop him from calling her at work? Or appearing at the front door? If his determination was set in stone, I couldn’t stand in his way. Too many possibilities were out of my control. He would find a way to tell Jill about Katie and Victoria.

“Gary, I’ve tried. But she said no. Please don’t tell her about the girls in the hotel. Please. She’d never forgive me. And she’d never forgive you.”

I hit send before I realised what I had done.

He now had something altogether more concrete than his word against mine.

5

“You took her away from me. I want her back. This is not a negotiation. If I don’t hear from her on Monday, I’ll tell her what you did.”

6

I was still reeling from his last text message when my phone beeped again.

“If I don’t see her on Monday.”

7

“If I don’t feel her.”

8

“If I don’t fuck her.”

9

The water was draining from the bathtub as I frantically fought through my thoughts for a solution. My hands were shaking. My mouth drying. My head swimming through confusion and crashing into panic.

Gary had moved the goalposts. I had two days. Two days to convince my fiancée to have sex with another man.

I heard the joy in her voice as she sang out Chapel of Love. She was so happy. So dedicated to our wedding. To our marriage. Fucking another man couldn’t have been further from her mind.

I was out of options. I couldn’t ask her again. Not seriously. Jill had been adamant in her assertion. How was I supposed to save her from a world of hurt? I loved her so much. I couldn’t bare the thoughts of a life spent without her. My chest tightened. My head pounded. Anxiety ruled supreme.

“Baby!” she called from the top of the stairs.

“Yes?”

“Stick the kettle on please, make me a cup of tea.”

My head was spinning. “Okay.” I was seeing stars on the edge of my peripheral vision as I stood.

I clicked the kettle on, tapped my fingers and wondered. What could I possibly do? Gary would not relent. I blinked and visualised Jill slipping her fingers inside herself. It was no wonder he wouldn’t quit.

The water in the kettle began to rumble. I heard Jill’s footsteps overhead.

My palm drew my mobile from my pocket. I studied it, and sighed. What could I do? I ran my tongue around my teeth, searching for inspiration.

Jill sang louder, her voice reverberating on the ceiling.

I opened the option to compose another text message. “Gary, I need your help. I can’t convince her on my own. I need you to try to seduce her. I’ll encourage her. I’ll give her my permission. Please don’t do anything rash. She doesn’t need to find out what I did.”

The kettle whistled as it boiled.

I slipped the phone back into my trousers, found two cups, teabags and milk.

I checked my phone. No reply.

I stirred the tea in the cups.

I pulled my phone out again. Still nothing.

I heard Jill walk above me, turn and step on the first of the stairs.

I lifted the cups and headed into the living room, setting them on the coffee table and sitting on the nearest sofa.

Jill entered, smiling widely, wearing a white sheer negligee revealed under my dressing gown. Her nipples and pussy were visible, her beautiful bare legs slicing through a slit in the material. “Hi, baby,” she said, then glanced to the tea. “Oh, you are the best.”

My mobile beeped.

Jill glided gracefully by my fixated eyes.

I reached into my pocket, withdrew the phone and was immediately stumped. There was no text message.

Jill bent over the coffee table, displaying the wonderful shape of her ass even when it was hidden under my dressing gown. She was sorting through her handbag, rustling several items. She snatched her own mobile, turned and sat on the other sofa.

I looked hungrily at her legs, eager to worship every inch of her.

Jill giggled.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied, biting her lower lip rather mischievously. Her cheekbones featured more prominently as her smile grew. She fanned herself.

“Are you hot, sweetheart?”

Jill breathed deeply, then leaned forward to lift her cup. The screen of her mobile slipped agonisingly close to my view. She sat back again, smiling more exuberantly as she scanned the screen again. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you’re hot.”

Jill exhaled through her nostrils, suppressing another giggle. “Hot?” She surmised the term for several seconds, her thumb pushing back and forth on her mobile.

What was she reading?

“Mmmmmm… Maybe.”

Why hadn’t Gary replied?

Jill sipped her tea, cradling the cup in one hand. She stared at her mobile, studying the text. “May…” Her lips kissed gently together as she slowly spoke. “Be.”

Had Gary reached out to her?

She fluttered her eyelashes. Was her reaction subconscious? Was she imagining he was there?

I watched her body language, desperate for additional evidence.

Jill’s eyes were alive with that familiar fire I had come to endure. Her smile was widening, despite her obvious attempts to clamp it under her front teeth.

I opened the texting facility on my own mobile. “Did you just text Jill?” I sent it to Gary.

Jill crossed her legs, drawing her thighs tightly together.

“Shall I put the TV on?” I suggested.

“Yes.” Jill’s eyes never left her message.

I hit standby on the remote, then started channel-hopping as Jill replaced her cup on the table and gently caressed her neck with the back of her fingers. She seemed restless. Distracted. Perhaps even aroused. I stood suddenly and walked to her sofa.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, dropping her mobile on the dressing gown.

I motioned to sit next to her.

“No, Matt,” she insisted, gesturing towards the sofa I had vacated. “I’m too hot. I just want to stretch out on my own.”

I stared at her phone. The screen was shielded, face down on the cotton.

Jill swivelled her legs from the floor onto the sofa, revealing the briefest glimpse of her shaven pussy. She propped her head against the arm, her palm seizing her mobile. “Go on, baby, find something we can watch together.”

My eyes roamed her body, resting finally on the back of her hand. How I wished to uncover her secret. “Okay,” I said, and reluctantly returned to the other sofa. I pulled out my phone. Empty. I resumed my practice of perusing the many channels on the television.

Jill turned her mobile around again, and started to type.

“Who are you texting anyway?” I asked, drawing innocence to my tone.

“My sister,” she replied instantly, as if she had rehearsed the answer.

I settled the television on Boardwalk Empire. “It’s a repeat,” I said. “Do you mind watching it again, or will I keep looking?”

“Whatever.” Her fingers typed merrily. Her eyes lighted magnificently. Her smile defined crushingly.

Jill was on the cusp of Gary’s grasp once again.

10

Jill’s mobile beeped, barely fifteen minutes after she had seemingly sent her own text and placed it down on her lap. She glanced at the screen, then gasped suddenly.

“What is it?” I snapped.

She ignored me.

“Jill!”

My fiancée continued to pretend I wasn’t there.

I sighed, returning my eyes to the television.

Jill uncrossed her legs. She stretched the opening of the dressing gown, and slipped one hand inside the cotton material. She raised one thigh, obscuring my view. Her wrist roamed slowly inside her leg. Her mouth opened. She grazed her hand gently between her legs and breathed deeply, heaving her breasts. Her nipples pushed against her see-through negligee.

My mobile beeped.

Jill’s eyes never left the screen of her own phone.

I reached into my pocket.

Jill pulled her dressing gown over her hand and thigh, masking her motion.

“Yes.” Gary’s reply was simple. A statement so brief, yet so breathtaking in its possession of my bride-to-be.

11

Jill’s mobile beeped several times over the course of Boardwalk and again and again through the following show, Game of Thrones.

“What’s she saying?” I asked.

“Who?” Jill replied, barely audibly. Her hand was buried deep within the confines of the dressing gown.

“Your sister, Tara.”

Jill looked over her mobile, scrutinized my stare and finally shrugged. “Nothing much. It’s girl talk. Nothing to do with you.”

Nothing to do with me. The very essence of that sentence struck a harsh chord on my conscience. The clandestine nature to so much of what Gary and Jill had done together exuded haunting, uncontrollable feelings. I couldn’t stop their chemistry. Nor halt their frolics. Their future was unpreventable.

Jill set her phone on the coffee table and yawned.

I focused on the television, watching the breasts of Emilia Clarke’s buxom blonde character Daenerys Targaryen bounce as she was fucked hard from behind, but my mind was on Jill’s mobile. My concentration on her text messages.

“I’m going to head to bed for an early night,” Jill announced, stretching her arms and tugging her negligee around her pert breasts.

My pupils plundered her nipples. “Okay,” I said, holding my hands out to touch her as she passed.

Jill rounded the opposite side of the coffee table, avoiding my lecherous hands. She glanced, guessing my disposition and tutted.

In my heart of hearts, I knew I would have to get used to such rebuttals.

She stopped at the living room door and examined my eyes. “Aw,” she said, then leaned down and planted her lips on mine.

My tongue slipped into her mouth.

Jill pulled away. “Naughty boy, baby.” She opened the door. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

The door closed behind her.

My eyes darted to her mobile.

Her feet trod on the first step. The second. The third.

I eased my ass gently off the sofa.

Jill continued her ascent.

My fingers fell on the surface of the table, weaving across the wood to her phone. To her conversation with Gary. To the secrets I sought to expose.

Jill stopped suddenly.

I leapt backwards onto the sofa, placing one foot over the other and crossing my arms. As the door opened, Jill entered and our eyes met. She seemed suspicious. I squirmed below her. Surely Gary wouldn’t have told her of my tryst already. I gulped. Jill smiled, then began to disrobe. Was it my lucky night after all? Had Gary aroused her to such a degree that I was to be afforded a second fuck? Jill threw my dressing gown onto the table.

“In case you get cold,” Jill said, matter-of-factly.

My perplexity to her words was unrealised as I drank in her beauty, mentally unravelling more of her flesh.

“Night, baby.”

Her sentences penetrated my thoughts suddenly. “What?”

“Night.”

The door had shut behind her again before I could protest further. Her feet hit the stairs again. One step at a time, creaking as she climbed.

I breathed out, feeling my erection through my trousers.

I heard Jill push open the bathroom door. Her feet swished along the carpet. She turned and gently planted her beautiful ass on the toilet. I knew every sound in the house. Recognised every creak and skreak.

I reached out for her mobile.

The toilet flushed.

My thumb swivelled over the screen, unlocking the content.

Jill turned the taps at the basin, perfecting the ideal mix of cold and warm water.

Sweat pooled at the small of my back as I sized up the main menu.

Jill crossed the landing into the bedroom.

I took a deep breath, heard my fiancée pull back the duvet on the bed, and opened her messages, as she flopped onto the mattress.

Disappointment ripped at my senses. Not a single message between them. I investigated further. Jill didn’t appear to have any correspondence at all. All her folders were empty. Wiped. Deleted.

I replaced her phone on the table and fell back on the sofa. My erect cock strained in my trousers. The ceiling creaked above.

How could she have so adamantly refused to see Gary again, yet spent over an hour exchanging texts with him? Texts which put a smile on her face, and a hand on her crotch. Her relief may have been minimal, but his effect on her obvious.

Familiar sensations of rejection, of exclusion from their unique sexual proclivity, rushed to my head. I flexed my muscles, insisting within that it was possible to embrace these feelings. I would have to. I faced a life of misery if I didn’t. The only manner in which I could continue my relationship with Jill was to permit – and to push – her into the arms of another man.

The texts, I thought. It didn’t appear I had much pushing to do.

There was another creak in the ceiling.

I typed a message to Gary. “How are things coming along?” I pondered passing along what information I had gleamed from her reaction, then opted to leave him dangling in her hands for now.

I rubbed my cock through my trousers. How would I feel if I was forced to watch her suck his cock again? Circulation suddenly increased to my groin. What if I had to watch her lie back and take his length in her pussy once more? I squeezed myself. What if he ordered her to flip over onto her stomach? If he pulled her legs apart, pushed his cock against her hole. Against her asshole. My breathing grew more ragged. My palm slid back and forth on the outline of my dick. I needed relief. Both physically and mentally.

There was the sound of a floorboard above. But no further movement. I dismissed it, and unzipped my fly.

What if I wasn’t allowed to watch them fuck at all? How would I feel? They had fucked before without me. Why would Gary want me around again?

My heart sank. Then I thought of Jill, and her darker desires. Her willingness to cuckold me. To reduce me in her eyes, and especially in her surroundings. She would want me around when they fucked, if only to degrade me. But I would be afforded the luxury of watching her body contort as it was pleasured. Perhaps I would even be permitted to take her after him. To lap at her sloppy seconds.

My cock was in my hand. I was stroking gently, although the purple head was already painfully swollen and my balls were bulging, desperate for release. I contemplated rewinding the television, to jerk off over the blonde stunner from Game of Thrones. My eyelids fell shut and I saw her bountiful ass and her heaving jugs. The grimace on her face as she was rammed hard from behind.

I gave my cock a long, final grope, then dropped it from my palm, and stood. My fiancée’s pussy was still mine. She wasn’t red. She wasn’t raw. She was my treasure to plunder. I turned towards the door, pulled on the handle and headed for the stairs.

I froze on the second step, certain I had heard a gasp from above. I waited in silence. My ears propped and prepared, ready to catch any further hint of self-inflicted pleasure.

I heard the sheets move in the bedroom. Then the merest trace of a squeal. Of a moan. Of a masturbating harlot shrouding her indulgence in secrecy.

I quietly climbed another step.

A phone beeped loudly in the living room.

I sensed Jill still above.

I held my breath.

She didn’t move.

Neither did I.

I heard a drawer roll open. I knew which drawer, and why. Her fingers fondled through her underwear.

I stepped carefully, slowly back down the stairs.

The drawer rolled shut. Jill had what she wanted. The twelve inch dildo Gary had purchased for her, and once dictated she was to remain faithful to.

I retreated to the living room, and hurriedly crept to the coffee table. I seized Jill’s mobile. It was empty. I found my own, and discovered a text from Gary.

“She refused to meet me. If you don’t sort this out so I see her on Monday, I’ll tell her you fucked those girls in the hotel.”

I immediately hit delete. Jesus Christ, if Jill happened to see what he was saying I would be out on my ear!

I sighed. I couldn’t just sit downstairs and rub my cock while the woman I loved fell out of my fingers.

The ceiling shook ever so slightly.

My dick, struck by fear from Gary’s text, hung semi-erect out of my trousers.

I turned to the door. Within seconds, I was quietly climbing the stairs again.

CHAPTER THREE

1

I stood at the doorway to our bedroom. The door was open. The lights were out. The digits from the alarm clock and the dim shine from the street the only source of illumination on Jill’s slim, sexy body.

I carefully stepped inside, eager to conceal my presence. I held my foot in mid-air, struck suddenly by the realisation that underneath the carpet was the one floorboard in particular which would creak louder than any in the rest of the house. I searched frantically for my bearings. My curiosity dictating it was paramount I remained undetected.

Jill moaned.

My eyes darted to her.

She was moaning her mouth around the inflated head of the dildo.

The heel of my foot rested slowly on a random spot on the carpet. The wood was quiet. My presence remained cloaked.

Jill’s legs were spread wide. Her fingers fighting selfishly for control of her pussy, and rotating on her clit. Her shaven lips were splayed. Her hole gaping and hungry. Her mouth swallowing yet more of the dildo.

I pulled silently on my cock, regaining some of the hardness which had escaped.

Jill’s negligee was pulled up her torso, barely covering the bottom of her breasts. Her body was shaking, rocking backwards and forwards between her groin and her mouth. Her lust was building. Her need for penetration tussling with her need for delivering an oral assault.

My foreskin peeled back from my penis, the sound suffocated under Jill’s relentless, twisting fingers finding an abundance of moistness inside her pussy.

The dildo popped free from her mouth. Jill threw herself on her side, rampantly forcing her fingers deeper and seized the dildo in her teeth.

I backed slightly more behind the door, recognising the whites of her eyes as she devoured the sex toy.

Her lips coated the head in saliva. Her tongue licked more free. Her head bobbed back and forth, pushing the dildo against her pillow and finding a position where she could force herself harder upon it without it escaping her clutches.

I wanked harder behind the door, allowing only a part of my face to risk her detection.

Jill released the dildo from her mouth, and tongued the fake circumcised head. “Gary,” she whispered.

My heart thudded tremendously, drowning even the slapping sound of my schlong.

Her blonde hair cascaded over the dildo as her body shook with involuntarily contractions. “Need…”

My erection elongated further within my palm, streaking against the zip of my fly.

“… Cock.” Jill plied her fingers from her pussy, threw her hand to the dildo and dragged it down to her abdomen.

I wrestled my cock through the agony of my zipper.

Jill rolled on her back, spreading her beautiful legs wide and wanton, then shoved the twelve inch dildo into her cunt.

I needed to devour her. To ravish her. To take what was rightfully mine.

Her back arched. Her head flung to one side. She plunged the dildo deeper inside herself, stretching her lips around the girth. “Oooooh,” she moaned.

I adjusted my trousers, loosening the zip and freeing my cock for a more pleasurable wank.

Jill’s hand mauled the end of the dildo, shoving it in and out of her desirable, desecrated opening. Her other hand reached under her negligee and fondled her tits. “Gary,” she whispered again.

She could be manipulated, I rationalised. Her lust was for him. I could talk her into it.

Jill’s eyes opened.

I backed off again.

She stared at the ceiling, as if visualising him above her. “I’m yours,” she said.

Deceit drained pride from my pleasure.

“Yours, Gary.” Her eyes shut again. Her forefinger and thumb pinched on a nipple. She withdrew the dildo from her pussy and pushed it upwards to her clitoris. She rotated the head on her hood. Her mouth opened, groaned and her tongue licked her lips.

I hastened my hammering fist, eager not to blow my load over the wooden panels of the door. My spunk was for her insides.

Jill shivered, her torso twisting over the massive head of the dildo. “Fuck,” she cried quietly, then placed her toy again at her lips. “Fuck me, Gary.” Jill pushed half the dildo inside herself.

My trousers dropped to my ankles.

Jill was lost in her masturbation. Her eyes dreaming of her bull. Her body responding as if on the end of his length.

My balls wallowed in self-pity, cramming my cum further from my orgasm.

Jill’s toes curled.

I feasted on the view, hungry and hornier for more.

My fiancée’s pussy squelched around the dildo. She croaked something I couldn’t comprehend. Her breathing grew more ragged. Her breasts rising and falling more rampant.

I tugged harder.

“Oh God,” Jill declared, and pulled the dildo out of her pussy again. “Fuck.” She dragged herself up from her back to her knees, positioning the sex toy upright on the bed, and crawled forwards until her cunt was resting over the head. She gently lowered her lips onto the vertical shaft, opening around the first inch. She paused, breathed and fixed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Jill dropped herself violently down, enveloping more than half the dildo in one swift motion. “Shit!”

I leaned closer, allowing both my eyes to relish her debauchery.

“Yours,” she said, bucking her hips faster. “Yours, yours.” Her breasts bounced under her negligee. “I’m your slut.”

I swallowed, accepting my humiliation. Moulding to my mortification. And channelling pleasure into my chagrin.

“Your whore.”

I stepped closer.

The floorboard creaked.

Jill’s eyes opened on mine.

I hesitated, then surrendered to her discovery, casually revealing my hard cock.

Jill didn’t slack on her sexing of the dildo. Her hands roamed her body, one ending on her breasts, the other dishevelling her hair. Her eyes fixated on my length. On my hand rapidly roaming back and forth. She smiled, then licked her lips.

I moved towards the bed.

Jill nodded, indicating my inclusion.

I crouched beside her and reached my free palm out to the dildo.

“No,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Let me ride him.”

“Who?”

Jill closed her eyes, flashing the proudest of conquering smiles. Nothing to do with you… Her words… Ringing clearly in my mind.

I watched her beautiful body writhe in illustrious pleasure, groped my dick in my hand and yanked it impossibly closer to relief. My free palm stroked the inside of her smooth thigh, curled across to her clit and gently pressed on her.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Jill confessed. “I want you touching me as I fuck.”

“As you fuck who?” I asked.

Jill smiled. Her eyes remained shut.

My middle-finger toyed with her clitoris, pushing my tip deeper against her.

“Yes, baby.”

“You fuck him good, sweetheart,” I said, looking over her body.

Jill’s eyes opened as I reached her face. She was breathing hard, gasping. Suddenly she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers, her tongue diving deep within my orifice. Her taste was glorious. Her technique hungry and insatiable.

My tongue eagerly sought more.

Jill snapped away. Her lips curled. Her eyes were devilish. She pushed my chest with her palm. She was done with me.

I fell back on my elbow, and propped myself on my side to watch her. I wanked furiously, barely able to contain myself before a creature of such stunning, diabolical beauty.

Jill surveyed my lowly masturbation, then lost herself in a frenetic, fastening fuck. Her hips hammered down selfishly for more of the twelve inches. Her pert breasts bounced and boasted a fine figure, her nipples slashing against the sheer white material of her negligee. Strands of her hair whipped in several directions. Perspiration poured from her neck down to her chest. She rotated her pussy thunderously on the love stick below. The muscles of her flat stomach tightened. Her motion morphing into unstoppable, earth-shattering propulsion.

“Oh fuck!” Jill cried out vociferously, shaking the bedroom. “I love it! I love it! I love it! I need cock! Need cock! Need it! Oooooh my God, that’s it! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” She screamed out. “Fuck me, Ga- Ah! Fuck! Me!”

I ejaculated over the duvet.

The dildo soared deeper inside her cunt.

“Jesus, Gary!” Jill shouted out, millions of miles from realising what she had said.

A trickle of spurt seeped out of my slit.

Jill pounded her pussy down on the sex toy, strangling each and every receptacle of her pain. Her back arched. Her breasts bounced. Her moans were suddenly suppressed by an insatiable need for more. Her fingertips clawed the bedsheets, and she threw herself forward into a kneeling position, clamping the dildo between her thighs. Jill’s hips thrust down upon the girth. Her pussy willingly accepting more.

“Fuck!” she cried out loud. “I’m cumming!”

My penis dribbled the last of its sperm.

Jill’s spasms were incredible, shaking her torso and causing all fours legs of the bed to vibrate. Her body doubled over the dildo. Her long, blonde hair shrouding her sexual denigration.

I was struck by jealousy.

Jill panted.

By longing.

She paced her breathing. Stilled her body.

By the realisation that I was losing her.

“Oh God, baby, I needed that,” Jill said, then collapsed onto the mattress, prying the dildo free from her pussy. She held it in her palm, snaking it up the bed until it was alongside my own softening cock.

The difference in length and in girth made for a rather uncompetitive comparison.

Jill giggled.

How could I ever hope to keep hold of her?

2

Jill purred as she lay in my arms, her head propped on her pillow. I caressed her small belly, my fingers straying between the slit in her negligee.

“I love cuddling up with you,” she said quietly, then kissed my cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t stay downstairs. I thought you might start drinking until the early hours.”

I pushed my fingers lower, touching Jill’s shaven skin above her delicious clitoris. “No, sweetheart, not when I knew you were up here, wearing just this.” I ran the material between my thumb and forefinger.

“How long were you there?” Jill gestured towards the door.

The muscles of her lower abdomen relaxed around my gentle strokes. “Long enough.”

She shuddered.

“It’s okay,” I insisted, releasing the sheer fabric of her negligee and touching the curvaceous edges of her breasts with the back of my arm.

“I… I don’t want sex again tonight, Matt.”

I was silent, drawing my arm back only so I could place one of her boobs in my palm. I squeezed, then pressed my hand against her protruding nipple.

Only Jill could make a sigh sound so seductive.

“I heard what you were saying,” I said, releasing her breast and seizing her nipple.

Her chest expanded under my touch. “Saying?”

I gently rotated my first two fingers and thumb over her areola. My other hand made a V around her clit, my fingertips grazing the outer moistness of her pussy lips. “Didn’t you realise you were speaking, Jill?”

Her eyes widened. “Er, no.”

I narrowed my fingers on her cunt, twisted my others on her nipple. “Really?”

Jill’s body entered the beginnings of an involuntary spasm. She turned suddenly away onto her side, breaking the physical contact between us.

“Jill.”

She was silent.

“Honey, please… I’m not mad… Not at all.”

She backed her ass towards my crotch.

I reached out and placed my palms on her bountiful cheeks. “I just want to hear your thoughts on the subject.” I cupped her magnificent ass. How could I ever live without that? To view it was amazing. To touch it an unbelievable privilege. To fuck it? Something I had not been permitted for the better part of nineteen months.

“What…” Jill’s voice was hoarse, tired. “Subject?”

I slipped my fingers between her crack. One of my knuckles scratched her anus as I descended towards her pussy. I flipped my hand one-hundred and eighty degrees. My fingertips found her wet, puffy lips. I pushed inside her.

Jill groaned, then leaned her body forward, exposing more of her sex.

“I heard who you were calling out for,” I said.

Jill slid her hand down to her thigh, pulled her flesh further from her pussy and exposed more of her hole.

My fingers penetrated her deeper. Such a beautiful pussy. I needed to feel her insides wrapped around my length every single day.

“You’re bluffing,” Jill said.

I lowered my mouth to her ear, breathed warm air over her and nibbled the end of her lobe. “No, sweetheart,” I whispered, “I’m not.”

“Ugh,” she cried, and forced her crotch harder against my digits.

“You were saying his name.” My naked cock grew between my legs. “You were talking to him as if he was here.”

Jill’s fingers locked on my wrist, stilling me within her. She looked over her shoulder. The whites of her eyes almost golden in the dim light. So gorgeous. So frightfully innocent and vulnerable. So deceptive and illusional. She drew her other hand from the pillow, glided it carefully towards my head and touched my temple. “Are you okay?”

I had to lie to her. I couldn’t allow him to hurt her. To hurt us. “Yes, Jill.”

“I love you so fucking much, Matt.” She stroked my scar. “I never strayed when you were in Afghanistan.”

“I know.”

Her lips were full, hiding her perfect white teeth.

I kissed her softly.

She murmured in return.

I pushed against her pussy again.

Her hand released my wrist.

I penetrated her to the hilt of my fingers.

Jill gasped. “Oh, baby, yes. That’s it. Work inside me. Hit the spots I can’t hit with myself.”

My pace quickened. “Okay.” My hand thundered inside her. “Take it.” My fingers grasped for her sponge. “Take it like a whore.” My arm retreated forcefully, my fingertips mauling the outside of her labia. “Ready yourself.” I plunged deep again, harder and hurried. I surrendered nothing in my speed. “You’re thinking of him again, aren’t you?”

Jill closed her eyes.

I touched her chin with my free hand, then turned her face away from me. “It’s okay, Jill. You can think of him.” I decided to gamble between her fantasies and his, sacrificing the most dangerous of my own. “I know you want to.”

She moaned, moving her hips in an increasing tandem.

I gabbed her blonde locks. “Did you like it when he was rough with you?”

Her cunt began to grind viciously against my palm.

I pulled her hair, clamping my teeth together and suppressing my seething jealousy. The fire within boiled, bursting between concoctions of anger and arousal. “This was how he would treat you, right?”

“Fuck!” she yelled, then reached out. One hand found the edge of the bed, gripping tightly. The other mauled my leg, searching for my arm inside her. She found it, and wrestled against my pace.

I let go of her hair, swiped her straying arm aside and rifled my fingers inside her.

“Yes!” Jill’s torso was tantalisingly close to an orgasm. “He was…” Her cunt on the verge of cumming. “Fucking…” Her mouth teetering on a precipice of confession. “Rough with me!”

“Can you live without that?” I demanded, swirling inside her, encouraging her juices to flow around my hand.

“I…”

“Can you?”

Moisture from Jill’s cunt squirted onto my palm. “Fuck!”

I redoubled my finger-fucking efforts. “Can you live without Gary?”

She threw her head back, sprawling her hair over my face. “No!” she yelled, as her torso shook with outrageous, demonic delight. Her words twirled around us like a tornado. A whirlwind of wonder. A violent tempest of disaster. Jill’s truth was in the open. Her body contorting as her thoughts cavorted with the possibility of promiscuity once again. Climaxing with whatever clandestine exchange she and Gary had shared via text.

“You can’t live without him,” I stated, slacking my fingers inside her.

Jill expulsed my hand, gushing her juices onto the bedsheets. “Oh no!” she screamed.

I patted her pussy, patronising her pleasure.

My fiancée was unable to defend herself. To argue. Or to prevent my middle-finger from reaching forward and circling her clitoris.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Wait,” Jill whined. “No.” She panted. “This isn’t fair.” Her torso stuttered, as if on the brink of another almighty, greater orgasm.

I shoved my erection against her ass, deliberately grazing her anus as I descended her crack and found my bulbous head propped suddenly against her pussy lips.

Goosebumps dotted Jill’s body in the split-seconds that echoed her realisation. “Don’t, baby-”

I hauled her hips against mine, ripping my cock into her entrance.

“No, cucky!”

I fucked into my fiancée without restraint, hearing her words. I felt them dawn upon me, duplicate and reprise. I shrugged understanding aside, suffocating any chance of my submission. It was my duty in his absence to execute her exaltation.

“Oh God!” Jill cried, surrendering her cunt to my cock. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I slammed inside her, spilling sweat from my naked body to hers. I pulled at her hair, bit at her neck and slapped her ass cheeks. She was my fiancée. My woman. My whore. I was fucking her. Tonight was my night, no matter whether my world crashed down around me in forty-eight hours. My care was carnal. My necessity primal. My realisation divine.

Nothing to do with you recoursed the doubts in my mind. My orgasm was hit with sudden inhibition. My climax suppressed by fears of the future. Of her turning towards him. Her bull-in-waiting.

Jill flung her cunt backwards onto my length, encouraging my ejaculate. “Do it to me, baby.”

I grunted into her neck. “Mine,” I said, stung instantly by the pathetic plea at the heart of my tone.

“Cum in me, baby.”

I shoved my cock furiously inside her, fighting for the beginnings of my finish. “Who do you want?”

Jill ignored me.

“Answer me!” I demanded, raging my rod inside her.

Jill wouldn’t speak.

I brutally smacked my palm against her ass. “The truth! Once and for all!”

“Him!” Jill shouted, her body exploding in another orgasm. “I want Gary!” Her torso shook. “I wish it was him…” Her back arched. “Cumming inside my cunt!” Her voice erupted in a rapid succession of squeals and screams. “Fuck!” Her arms flailed. Her elbow crashed against my side. “Shit, shit… I’m sorry.”

My own orgasm faded. Capitulated to suppression. Subjugated in importance to hers.

3

“Are you disappointed?”

In what exactly? The fact she wanted him again? That she had fucked herself senseless with a twelve inch dildo while dreaming of his cock? Or that she had confessed to a delirious desire for his sperm as she orgasmed around my length?

“Baby,” Jill insisted, “you didn’t cum… Are you disappointed in me?”

I lay silently before her.

She scrutinized my nudity. “You are so fucking attractive, Matt.”

I faked a smile, as my erection refused to recede.

Jill stroked my chest, transcending my sexual needs and wrapping her fingers in my hair.

“You cried out for him, Jill.”

My fiancée bit her lip.

“You want him, sweetheart,” I said. “It’s a fact.”

Jill bent her knee, exposing her shaven pussy. “We have to confront it, Matt.” Her moist lips glistened under the sullen light of the street. “If I meet my desires head on, I can defeat them.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“No, baby?”

I placed her palm over my heart. “Tell me the truth, Jill. I can handle it.”

Her breasts heaved under her negligee as her chest expanded. “I… Have… Oh God, no, baby, I can’t tell you. It feels so wrong.”

I knew it would be one of my final commands. “Tell me, Jill.” Of control. “Now.” Of dominance. “I want to know.” I placed her hand around my shaft. “I need to.”

Jill grasped my length, then gently tugged it back and forth. “I…” Her reluctance manifested in a restless rhythm. “I think… I have feelings for Gary.”

Horrific consequences danced a tango of disorder across forbidden arousal. Derogatory fantasies embraced and embarrassed humiliating needs for subversion. For corruption. For total and utter debasement by my fiancée and her lover.

“Baby?” She released my cock and hugged at my chest, throwing her knee onto my thigh and grazing my testicles. “I’m sorry.”

“Continue,” I said.

Her eyes were moist as she looked up. Her face pale and almost gaunt.

“Tell me more, Jill.”

“I… I’ve felt a sense of vacancy… Of… Incompleteness… Since I finished with him.”

I nodded.

“I… I’m… Scared by my feelings, Matt… But also… Excited… If only there was a way I could explore them safely.”

I cleared my throat. “I might be able to help you with that.”

“How?”

My cock stood rigid on end, recognising the admission on the tip of my tongue. “Cuckold me.”

“What?” Jill snapped, her eyes darting between my mouth and my crotch.

I swallowed saliva and pride. “I want you to cuckold me.”

“But, baby, you’ll change your mind.”

“I promise you I won’t.” I couldn’t.

She was speechless.

“I’m serious, Jill.”

“You… You’re willing to let me have sex with him?”

My breath etched at my words, edging them into silence. Silence which soon suffered the consequences of his blackmail. “Yes.”

“How often?”

I imagined her inevitable conversation with Gary. If he quizzed her on what terms and conditions I had attempted to apply, his extortion would only exceed. “A… An… Any… Any time you want.”

“Jesus,” Jill whispered, and raised her knee over the underside of my cock.

The relief was minimal. The tensity of her touch excruciating.

“What if I don’t want to fuck you after I’ve been with him?”

I was silent.

“You’ll accept that, Matt?”

I was forced to nod.

“Say it.”

My balls bloated below her leg. “I… I accept you might not want to fuck me after him.”

“No, baby.” She was smiling her cruellest of smiles.

“What, Jill? What?”

“You know there’s something I want you to admit to being. Something I want to hear from you at least once everyday if we do this again.”

I hesitated.

“Say it, baby.” Jill raised her knee. “Admit it to me.” She slipped her hand to my cock. “If you’re going to marry me, you shouldn’t have secrets from me.” She pinched the end of my cock between her forefinger and thumb. “I want to hear it.” She rolled my foreskin agonisingly around my purple head. “I want you to tell me that you are my loyal, little cuckold.”

Pride conscripted doubt. Tussled with self-respect. And ejected the last ghosts of free will from my tongue.

“Say it.” Her fingers found my balls, clasped and held them in her palm.

“I… Shit, Jill… No… I…” Demons of destruction desecrated the last of my rights. My choices. My hopes. “I am a… Loyal… Little… Cuckold.”

There was a mistress moulding herself in the whites of her eyes. “Again.”

My breath shortened as my balls bulged in her grip. “I am a loyal, little cuckold.”

“Tell me,” Jill paused, tightening her fingers, “that you are my loyal, little cuckold”

“I’m your…” To relinquish all sense of my self was harrowing. “… Loyal, little cuckold.”

“Oh, cucky, bless you.” She drummed her fingers on my balls. “You’re making me one lucky, lucky girl.” Her eyes locked on mine like a prey in her stare. “I want you to tell me that everyday without fail.”

My eyelids fell, masking more clues of my inner disgust. “So… So that’s it?” I asked.

“It?”

“You and Gary?” My erection wavered. “It’s back on?”

Jill shook her head defiantly. “No, baby.” She examined the loss of length in my groin. “Your forgiveness for your fickle nature will not be so swift.”

My circulation swivelled into exaggerated life.

“I’ve a plan for you, Matt.” She fanned her negligee over her chest. “You are to undergo cuckold training.”

“Cuckold training?” I said.

“Yes. I’m serious. Over an extended period of time, you’ll perform certain tasks to the highest of my expectations before I even contemplate taking a bull again.”

A bull? “But…”

“No buts, baby. The decision is mine to make. And I’ve made it.”

Sweat seemed to stick my backside to the bed. “But, Jill, you must get in contact with Gary again. You have to!”

“Have to?” Jill swatted my testicles.

The pain was rapturous, shooting agony to my stomach. “Fuck!” I doubled over, groaning.

“I don’t have to do anything, cucky. You are mine, at my discretion. Any man I fuck, and I mean any man I fuck, will be my choice and mine alone. Gary will wait for me, if he knows what’s good for him. But I certainly won’t be running back into his arms just because you tell me to. Learn that.”

I nodded.

“Answer me, Matt. Confirm you understand.”

“Yes,” I wheezed.

Jill grabbed my balls again. “It’s yes, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“I’ve read a lot on the subject online over the last month,” she said. “I’ll expect complete compliance and dedication from my cuck. Do you understand?”

Anxiety hollowed my breath in my lungs. “Yes… Mistress.”

“Oh God, baby…” Jill cleared her throat. “I mean, cucky… This is going to be fun.”

Thank you for reading this excerpt of The Unwilling Cuckold. You can buy it on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk or your country’s local Amazon store. It also available at Smashwords.

Thank you everyone for your support. If you read and enjoy the book, please be kind enough to leave a review on Amazon.

My books can also be found at the Independent Author Network.

Erotica Updates

Hi all,

Thank you to everyone who is continuing to buy, review and recommend my novels The Christmas Exhibition, The Uncertain Cuckold and The Unwilling Cuckold. You people are sensational. I could not do this without you. My gratitude goes out to each and every one of you.

After publishing The Unwilling Cuckold (The Uncertain Cuckold, #2) on February 8th 2013, I have been working simultaneously on two novels. Here are the details.

Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging is another stand-alone novel featuring Matt and Jill, the couple from The Uncertain Cuckold series. It is set three years into their relationship, and plotted in 5 parts. Part 1 sees Matt and Jill on a night out together in a club. Jill drinks, dances and flirts, all with Matt’s encouragement. But Matt has a plan. A plan inspired by events he recalls in flashes in Part 1. These flashes take us back to Matt and Jill going to the house of another couple, Gary and Jen, for their first night of proposed swinging. Readers of The Uncertain Cuckold will know that Matt went to the bathroom, and when he came downstairs his girlfriend Jill was naked on her knees sucking Gary’s cock. But what happened next? In Sensual, Intimate & Explicit Swinging, we find out everything! And that’s only Part 1!

Parts 2, 3, 4 and 5, I have to say, I’m keeping under wraps. For reasons of spoiler alerts obviously. I hope you will all enjoy the book much more this way when it comes out in a few weeks’ time.

The other novel I have been working on is titled Jill’s Dirty Bedtime Stories. It is an anthology of short stories, all of which feature Jill. Some are tales retold to Matt from her past, and others occur in their present (whenever that may be). It is not necessary to have read any of my other novels to enjoy this anthology. It does however supply a cracking background to an already interesting character.

Of the stories I have written so far for the anthology novel, the plots include the following -

Jill taking a train trip to Dublin, sharing a compartment with a young, horny couple.

Jill meeting a gentleman at a garden centre who thinks she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The difference about this story is that it is told entirely in dialogue by Jill. There is no internal narrative from Matt. We do not hear his thoughts or feelings. All we get is Jill’s telling of her story, her opinions and her reluctance. Also, it is split into several parts, spliced throughout the book. It’s an experiment, but one I’ve particularly enjoyed writing specifically because it is so different.

The master from Jill’s past, the man she swears she will never identify, appears, in one particular story tying Jill up while allowing her only to wear tights/pantyhose.

Jill and Matt take a camping trip with McIntyre, one of Matt’s army mates, and his buxom girlfriend Shelley. They play truth or dare around the camp fire, eliciting both confessions and actions from Jill in particular.

An 18-year-old Jill in a nun’s outfit. No futher details!

I have planned out many more. I just haven’t had the time to write them all yet. I believe in quality above quantity, and yet I consider myself very productive in length (deliberate innuendo).

So stay tuned for two upcoming novels in the next few weeks / months, and then it will be all systems go on the third book in The Uncertain Cuckold series, the follow-up to The Unwilling Cuckold, which has been titled The Undefeated Cuckold.

Thank you all, V T Vaughn!

My published novels are available below.

The Uncertain Cuckold – 2012 (Amazon or Barnes&Noble or Kobo-Ebooks or Smashwords)

The Unwilling Cuckold – 2013 (Amazon)

The Christmas Exhibition – 2012 (Amazon)

The Unwilling Cuckold published!

Hi folks,

The Unwilling Cuckold, book 2 in The Uncertain Cuckold series, has today been published on Amazon. It will follow shortly on Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and Apple etc.

The Unwilling Cuckold is a magnificent, erotic tale of control, cuckoldry, mistressing, cheating and outright annexation.

Just when Matt thought he’d separated his fiancée Jill from her lover Gary for good, Gary turns up with the intention of blackmailing Matt. Either Matt talks Jill into sleeping with Gary again, or Gary will tell her how Matt cheated.

But Jill flatly refuses. She enjoyed her fun with Gary, but ending it was too painful. She has put Gary behind her, and has no intention of experiencing that pain again.

As Gary’s deadline looms, Matt must change Jill’s mind. She compromises, setting him a series of tasks, which she labels his cuckold training, to complete.

Can Matt complete his training in time and prove himself as Jill’s loyal, little cuckold? And will she in return agree to take Gary again as her bull? And what of those consequences for Matt, if she does? Can he accept his fiancée having another man permanently in her life?

You can buy it on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk or your country’s local Amazon store. Or Smashwords.

Thank you everyone for your support. If you read and enjoy the book, please be kind enough to leave a review on Amazon.

My books can also be found at the Independent Author Network.