The Uncertain Cuckold, Chapters 1, 2 and 3 FREE Giveaway

Today’s posting is a free giveaway of the first 3 chapters of my novel The Uncertain Cuckold, which is available at, or Smashwords.

Please enjoy the story. It is an erotic tale told from the perspective of Matt, who has convinced his beautiful fiancée Jill to sleep with another man named Gary. But Gary is not just any man. He was the husband in a couple Matt and Jill previously experimented swapping partners with. Gary and his wife are now estranged. How will his sudden availability affect this cat and mouse game of seduction into which Matt has propelled his bride-to-be?

Read on…

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I lay under the duvet and watched my fiancée stride naked into the bedroom, her body fresh from a bath. She approached her drawer of sexy underwear and peered inside. Her figure was insanely gorgeous. She was slim with a voluptuous ass. Her legs were beautiful, her waist tight and her tits small and perky. She hated me calling them small, often threatening to save for a boob job, but they were perfect for fitting in my mouth. She was 31, two years older than myself.

“I wonder what I should wear,” she said, turning to face me with her hands on her hips.

Her pussy was shaven bald, something she had obviously done in the bath. Something she had done without my prior knowledge. And certainly something she had done without my consent. I loved her pussy in all kinds of fashion, though. Whether it was bald, hairy or cropped.

Jill’s blonde hair cascaded down as she pulled out a pair of boy shorts. She slipped them up her legs until they clung to her hips and accentuated her magnificent rear.

“Do you remember that guy on the internet who bought me these?” she teased.

I was erect. Her history of male admirers on the web was something we rarely talked about anymore. She had never met up with any of them. Instead, she had engaged them in back and forth e-mailing, swapped photographs and even sold some pairs of her used panties. Many of the men posted her lingerie and chocolates as gifts. Jill’s self-confidence had soared, and the rewards were all mine in the bedroom.

“You may masturbate over me,” she said, eyeing me through the mirror. “But do not cum.”

My cock strained against the duvet. My bulging balls ached and indulged by her dominant tone. I was suffering the effects of her enforcement of a sex ban which had lasted for several days.

“I’m saving myself,” she had said.

I seized my cock in my hand.

That I was not the man my fiancée was saving herself for sent shock waves to my loins.

“What about these?” Jill was holding up the skimpiest of g-strings with a pink garter attached.

I nodded, almost begging for her to wear them. I had tried to touch her several times all week, but each time I was dismissed and teased that her body temporarily belonged to someone else and only when that someone else had enjoyed the pleasure of it would it be returned to me. She enjoyed mocking and playing with me. And I too was addicted. “I’m going to be for him everything you wish I’d be for you,” she promised.

The sperm in my balls warned they were rising. My resolve was tested. The moment of no return agonisingly close. My hand slacked, then fell altogether into an excruciating, static slumber.

Jill watched, understanding the agony of my actions, and laughed. “If you dare cum, Matt… I mean it.”

We had a great relationship. One which few could appreciate or emulate. Neither of us had ever been truly unfaithful. Everything we had ever done had been either with the other’s approval or so small it wasn’t worth the hassle. We had occasionally swung with another couple. A married couple. The ladies would sometimes do things together, my fiancée once even going as far as to 69 the wife. But it was her lust for the husband, and him for her, which truly turned me on.

“Is this cute?” Jill asked, giving a twirl.

“Very,” I croaked, concentrating on the garters. “You should put on your matching stockings.”

Jill paused, then clasped the g-string with her fingers and pulled it off. “I’ve got a better idea.” She looked at me, a devilish smile on her face. “You’re going to hate me when you see this.” She disappeared to the spare bedroom.

The man she was dressing for was called Gary. He was the husband of the couple we had previously experimented with. For years he had told me how he desired Jill, complementing her often and reminding me how lucky I was. His wife was attractive, but she wasn’t in Jill’s league. I couldn’t help passing Gary’s words on to Jill, nor to control my stiffness when she would reveal how she often fantasised about having him to herself for a night. It was only since Gary’s marriage had hit a particular rocky patch, the depths of which we were unsure, that he and Jill had begun texting on a regular basis. They did it only during the day, when both were at work. I got to read the messages – after all, it was I who had first suggested the contact – and the arousal was tremendous. There was a hint of jealousy within, but I embraced it. This was one of my all-time greatest fantasies, and the doubt only served to strengthen the severity of the reality.

“I’m doing this for you as well,” Jill had insisted earlier in the week, after they had made the final arrangements.

I nodded. The rules had been proposed and agreed upon. Gary understood and agreed to them every part as much as Jill.

She stood first on one foot, then the other.

My heart sank. “What is it, Jill?”

“There’s something else, Matt.”

The blood rushed to my balls as I sensed a darker requirement in her. A need. A lust. The beginnings of a runaway train I might never comprehend how to control.

“You have to let me do this thing,” she insisted, twirling her little finger in a strand of her long blonde hair.

“Tell me what it is first.”

She breathed quietly. “I might want to be alone with him at some stage in the evening.”

“To do what?”

Jill looked at me like I was an idiot.

“Okay,” I agreed. “That should be okay.” My cock was pulsating. It was more than okay.

“I’ll let you know if and when that time comes,” she had added.

Jill entered the bedroom again.

My eyes darted to her lingerie, mesmerised by her cruelty in choosing my most favourite of outfits.

“This is what I’m wearing tonight,” she said. “And that’s final.”

Jill admired herself in the mirror. Her purple basque corset, black stockings and suspenders and a g-string. There was a matching thong for the corset, which she had evidently decided wasn’t revealing enough. The g-string was cleverly worn over her suspenders for easy removal. She completed the look with a pair of red stiletto heels.

I was jealous. My contempt boiling between desire and deception. Pleasure and pain. Attraction and abhorrence.

Jill sprayed the most delightful and tantalising of perfumes on her neck, and rubbed her skin with the backs of her wrists.

“Please jerk me off, Jill… Please.”

She laughed at me. “I’m not yours and I’m not cheating on him.” She came to the bed and pulled back the duvet, her eyes feasting on my fingers wrapped around my shaft. “If you dare cum, Matt…” There was a silent threat. “I’ll not be happy.” Her words promising a punishment of more depth if I dared.

I couldn’t help myself, the sight of her before me and the thoughts of the night ahead. I was overwhelmed, and came hard in front of her. She watched each spurt, staring and smiling at the end of my cock.

“You can’t say you weren’t warned,” she said, and turned on her heel. She picked up a short denim skirt and a black cardigan. “Just something to wear over my lingerie… For a short while.”

As my orgasm subsided, I was almost instantly clouded by doubt. Was I really going to stand back and watch another man fuck Jill? It was insane, surely. What had I been thinking to initiate this?

I noticed the smile on her face as she gave the mirror a final glance. A fantasy I had conceived and convinced her to chase. How could I cancel now and contribute to her disappointment? What if she lost her confidence altogether?

I swallowed hard, downing my pride and my uncertainties, and attributed my doubts to my climax.

I reasoned that sooner or later my arousals would return. They always did.


Jill had told Gary to arrive at 8 o’clock. She and I sat waiting in the living room of our terraced house. Restless. Nervous. Each in trepidation of the evening ahead. To swing with another couple had been an enormous step in our relationship, but in some senses it was a safer risk. We had both stood to endure the jealously. We had both stood to enjoy the pleasures. But now… To accept that Jill was to have sexual intercourse with another man while I watched quietly and respectfully was very different.

It challenged everything.

Our composures almost collapsed when the front door was knocked suddenly at 7:45pm.

“It can’t be him,” I said. “It’s too early.”

“Whoever it is, get rid of them, Matt. I don’t want anyone to see me in this skirt.” She disappeared from the living room into the kitchen to hide. “Except him,” she giggled.

I left the living room and opened the front door.

Sixteen years older than my fiancée, Gary was well-dressed, smiling and mannered as he handed me a bottle of red wine. His eagerness to enter was obvious, and I welcomed him into our home.

“Jill,” I called. “Gary’s here.”

She appeared in the doorway from the kitchen, blushing, and they kissed on the cheek.

He feasted his eyes upon her. “Wow,” he wheezed, as if suddenly short of breath.

I had deliberately laid the remote controls and a newspaper beside me on one of the sofas, indicating it was my seat and leaving them to sit together on the other. Jill smiled at me as she sat, and crossed her legs. Gary’s eyes drank in every inch of her stocking-clad pins on display.

An awkward silence ensued. The grateful relief coming only in a succession of positive sighs as I poured the first glasses of wine. We had more bottles under the stairs and I expected there to be plenty drank before the night was out.

Gary and I talked about the day’s football results. Jill poured herself more wine. There were a few jokes. No one mentioned his wife, despite our suspicions they had separated. The atmosphere changed slowly as the alcohol began to fuel the mood. Jill placed her hand on Gary’s knee, her red nails dazzling under the light. While his eyes lingered on her longer with each additional stare.

I took the initiative to leave them alone and excused myself for the toilet. I took my time climbing the stairs, a distant memory of the first night of our swinging together flashing before my eyes. We had been drunk and playing a stripping game. All four of us were finally naked, giving each other dares, but I badly needed to piss. So I went upstairs. After I had pissed, I took the time to clean my cock at the sink. Gary’s wife had been crudely declaring her need to suck it and I was desperate to suppress any chance she had of complaint. I took at least five minutes, nervously trying to pull myself hard again. I was young, anxious and naive. When I returned to the living room, my girlfriend, as Jill was at the time, was on her hands and knees, sucking Gary’s cock like a porn star. His wife was next to them, watching and encouraging her. Jill stopped only when she realised I had retaken my spot on the floor.

I pissed in our bathroom, stopped, pissed some more and flushed. I washed my hands thoroughly. If something was going to happen between Gary and Jill, I figured it was best I left them alone for as long as possible. The night was young and, if they were feeling half as nervous as I was, a few more drinks were going to be in order.

I headed back downstairs and opened the door. Gary and Jill were still sat together, quietly. Apprehension accentuated the air. I flopped onto the sofa and made a comment about a referee’s decision in the early kick-off. My fiancée leaned forward and set down her glass on the centre table. I noticed the fixture list for the following day in the newspaper and composed a comment in my mind. When I looked up, Jill’s lips were against his. Gently touching another man. Kissing. Devoid of tongue. She was smiling, somewhat placated by his obvious nervousness. Gary pulled away first, and reached for the bottle. He poured more wine.

They both drank.

Jill giggled, smiled again and leaned back in to him. She placed her arms around his neck and met his mouth in the middle. Their lips opened. Their tongues entwined. Smooches and saliva were swapped. Gary’s lines creased as he grinned. Jill’s skin relaxed as her smile faded to a pleasurable moan.

I was straining in my trousers. The sight of my fiancée enjoying a most intimate experience with another man was swiftly defining. I had no woman there to enjoy. No partner of his to take as my own. I was not part of their equation. It was both different and exciting.

Their lips smacked. Their eyes occasionally opened. Snatched a glance. Closed. Her fingers roamed his hair. His knee rose nervously, clashing with Jill’s, then fell. His hand reached out, found her waist and clasped. Jill’s smile widened. His tongue brushed the outside of her lip.

Several minutes passed before they finally broke the kiss for another drink. Exhalations marked their excitement. Repercussions faded in lieu of recurrence. Gary’s boldness grew. His hand wandered, grazing the outline of her figure, tracing her skirt from its beginning to its end. His fingertips rubbed her stocking tops. Her eyes lit up. Their attraction heightened. Her legs dutifully parted, and she smiled to me across the room.

I returned it as Gary’s hand passed her stocking to her naked thigh.

Jill gasped.

His palm travelled higher.

Her breasts heaved as she breathed.

His hand disappeared altogether under the denim of her skirt.

Jill’s eyes and mouth opened. She leaned towards him as his hand moved between her legs.

I quietly moved for a closer look.

Gary gently caressed her cheek and brought her mouth to his, kissing her gently. Jill panted suddenly.

I looked down. He was rubbing the outside of my fiancée’s g-string panties, pushing the material into her pussy.

“Fetch my mobile phone, Matt,” she ordered suddenly.

“What?” I asked.

Gary stopped touching her.

Jill’s fingers wrapped suddenly around his arm and pulled him back to her pussy. “Get me my mobile… Now.”

I was confused, but saw little reason to disobey her.

“Touch it like it belongs to you,” Jill said to him, as I entered the kitchen.

When I returned with her mobile, they were kissing with a fiery passion. Her fingers hauled his head to hers. His mouth ravished the lips of hers. Jill’s g-string was pulled to the side. Gary inserted his first finger.

I stood unnoticed, with her mobile outstretched in my hand, for over a minute while he manipulated her most delicious of inner sanctums. Her beautiful eyes were shut, lost in her growing lust. Shame shook the steadiness in my knees and threatened the balance in the balls of my feet. I was reduced to a mere servant, forced the indignity of watching another man pleasure my wife-to-be. Pleasures which she herself had refused to permit me for days on end.

But it was what I had wanted. What I had encouraged. What I had practically begged for. To watch my Jill with another man.

“Thank you,” she said finally, and took the mobile phone. Her fingers scrolled downwards, hit a contact and put the phone to her ear. Several seconds passed without explanation. “Hello, I’d like to order a taxi.”

Gary and I looked at each other as she called out the name of a local pub. The arrangements had been made for a night in. A kinky night in. What was she planning? The frustration on Gary’s face was a match for my own as she ended the call.

“Oh, Gary, don’t stop fingering me,” Jill told him, and melted when he complied. “Yes!” They were kissing again within seconds. She rubbed his crotch, then momentarily broke the kiss to slip out of her cardigan, revealing the bare flesh of her shoulders and arms.

“Why did you make that call, Jill?” I asked.

She giggled, taking Gary’s tongue again, then moaned as his fingers worked deep inside her.

“Why have you ordered us a taxi?” I demanded, her ignorance affecting my tone.

Jill kissed him harder and nibbled on his lower lip.

I sighed. She was in complete control. Nothing I said, whether in defiance or subservience, would change her behaviour.

The kiss was broken. “The taxi isn’t for us, baby.” She squeezed Gary’s cock through his trousers at the final word, teasing me with a phrase she usually reserved for when we were in private. “I’ve ordered it for you.” Jill stood up and found the zip of her denim skirt. “I’m going to fuck my boyfriend, and I don’t want you around when I do it.”

My insides crashed together. Butterflies in my stomach became fireworks in my chest. My heart pounded. Amok with betrayal and with punishment. And yet there were no words of protest which escaped my lips.

Jill pulled down her skirt, revealing her g-string clad ass in all its glory. Her red heels stepped out. She was dressed only in her stunning lingerie. Lingerie I had bought her. Lingerie I loved her in. And lingerie she rarely indulged in wearing for me anymore. She straddled Gary, his legs relaxing beneath her. Jealousy pumped through my veins. Gary’s hands mauled her backside. They kissed again. She rubbed herself up and down on his crotch. His erection was poking through his trousers and she glided her pussy over it with expert precision.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me when he leaves,” Jill told him.

“I will… I’ll fuck you really hard,” Gary replied, shedding his shyness.

My cock fought for freedom in the restraints of its coffin. My mind muddled through a multiple myriad of possibilities and probabilities. The sexual extremities of their impending night of passion was upon us. I lost myself in the impossible aftermath of my leaving. Would I seriously allow my fiancée to fuck another man without me around? Her adultery fantasy – my fantasy of her adultery – had fuelled our fantasies for years. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Could… I?

Her g-string stretched around the crack of her ass as she splayed her legs and invited Gary closer.

Then I was struck suddenly, shattering the charade. Of course! I was supposed to fall for Jill’s bluff. She hadn’t ordered a taxi at all. It was merely her creative attempt to turn me on. And it had worked. My suffering – my humiliation at her maliciousness – had stretched my cock to new lengths. My need for her expanding forcefully to new heights. For her sexuality. For her sensuality. For her downright degradation.

Jill malevolently swooped her tongue down from above, molesting Gary’s mouth. Her body curved and craved to his touch.

I faded further into her irrelevance, and my testicles bloated in twisted appreciation.

“I need your cock, Gary,” Jill said. “I wish that taxi would hurry up.”

I smiled. Every part of her effort for the evening had been perfect. The elaborate hoax all the more thrilling because it had been her creation alone, and never discussed nor implied beforehand.

A horn triple-blasted outside.

“Oh, about time,” she said.

My eyes darted from Jill to the curtains and back again. She was dry-humping Gary, seizing his neck and staring lustfully into his eyes.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

I was almost certain Jill whispered something in his ear.

My heart pumped faster as I stood. I crossed the room to the window, looking back at their coupling in agonising, embarrassing fury. I pulled back the curtain and peered outside. “Fuck!” There was a vehicle at the end of the driveway. A red roof light in view. “You really booked it?”

Jill sighed, her frustration clear. “Yes.” She kissed his lips. “Now get out, Matt.” Gary’s fingertips fell inside the thin g-string at her ass. “This is your punishment. You know what for.” She rubbed his cock through his trousers. “Tonight, I really do belong to Gary.”

“Yeah,” he said, and gave her ass a playful spank and a squeeze.

There was an unplanned, worthless feeling to my demise, as I stood watching him take charge of my fiancée. It was a step I had neither anticipated nor sought to indulge. Yet somehow I found myself stood at the living room door, preparing to comply with Jill’s demand that they be left alone. I struggled, yet internally acknowledged that I would do whatever she wanted. I stared, wishing for permission to stay. Preparing for compromise, willing to retreat alone upstairs while they fucked. Willing to listen and to imagine. To masturbate and be grateful.

Jill whispered. Definitely this time.

Gary looked at me, then whispered back to her, his hands on her waist now in a complete display of ownership.

Jill turned her head to me. “You can…” Her eyes erotic. “Leave…” Devilish. “Now.”


“Go, Matt. Have a few drinks and unwind. Gary wants me to himself, and what he wants he gets.” Jill’s glance to him was stamped with devotion. “He’s the man of the house when he’s here.” Their lips met. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he said, and his fingers caressed the naked flesh of her ass.

I was staring.

“Get out, Matt,” she said, louder. “And take a good mental image of this with you.”

My reluctance ceded to Jill’s dominance. My terror capitulated to her desire. My possession surrendered to her debauchery. I allowed the living room door to gently close behind me, watching her in his arms one last time.

“Don’t forget to lock the front door,” Jill called. “Unless you don’t mind someone walking in and catching another man fucking your wife-to-be.”


I went to a different pub than the one the taxi was ordered for. One where I was less likely to bump into someone I knew. My mind would never focus on any conversation and I wanted to be left alone. Such thoughts that I had going through my mind. Such imagery she had planted.

I ordered a pint of beer and found a table. I took out my mobile and set it before me. I watched it like a hawk, hoping to receive a text or a call about what was happening. My cock was hard within seconds. I contemplated texting Jill, writing out several beginnings but neither finishing nor sending any.

I was fortunate when a gorgeous barmaid came to lift my empty glass and asked if I wanted the same again. A trip to the bar was something I couldn’t possibly achieve.

The time on the phone told me I had been away for over half an hour. It would take no longer than that again to drink a second beer. How long was I supposed to wait for?

“There you go,” said the barmaid.

I gave her the precise change and watched her tight ass as she walked back to the bar. She was anywhere between 18 and 21. Every man’s eyes were upon her. I thought of Jill, and wondered what was happening to her right at that moment. Another man’s eyes were on her, of that I was certain. The blood surged to my cock and I downed a good mouthful of my pint.

My phone lit up. 1 message received. There was a catapult of excitement in my stomach. My fingers raced to unlock. My eyes focused to read.

“Fuck sake,” I complained aloud.

A simple network standard text to inform me I was now benefiting from- I hit delete without reading anymore.

My compassion for Jill’s desire to explore her sexuality with someone else – someone with whom she was already sexually familiar – convoluted and contorted within the memory of the disparaging dismissal I had received. Jealousy tore at my arousal. Disbelief drained at my composure. I fixed my erection as best I could under the table, hoping not to draw unnecessary attention.

I finished the second beer and wondered whether I should leave. Jill hadn’t told me how I would know when to return. What if they were finished and she expected me home earlier than this? What if I turned up and she was furious at my interruption? I held the thought. Jill was my fiancée. I could handle her hostility.

I stood up and held my mobile phone in front of my crotch. I crossed the bar to the exit and placed a call to the taxi company.

Circumstance melted my resolve, giving rise to aggravation, as I was told there would be no taxis available for another hour.

Traffic thundered by.

I insisted it was an emergency, suggesting I would be willing to share a taxi if any were already booked for the pub. The woman on the end of the line checked.

I waited. My heart pounded as I recalled Gary’s hands on Jill’s magnificent rear. His tongue in her mouth.

“I’m sorry, there’s no taxis booked for where you are.”

I hung up. My frustration somehow only adding to my arousal.

Rihanna’s We Found Love pumped from inside the pub. A group of three sexy, young women walked towards me in short skirts and knee-high boots. One of them smiled as they passed. They would make for a welcome distraction. Then my mind conjured an image of Jill bent over the coffee table, taking a doggy style fucking and screaming with desire.

I started the walk home. It would only take twenty minutes or so.


When I got to the front door it had been raining heavily for the last five minutes. I put my key in the lock. But it wouldn’t open. I tried again, blaming the beer. But no – someone had locked it from the inside, and left the key in! My jealousy stirred to new heights, humiliation bordering upon insult. Whatever was happening inside, Jill didn’t want me barging in.

I knocked and knocked. Several times and yet there was no answer. I grabbed my mobile and dialled her number at once. It rang and rang. There was a fury growing inside now. If she ignored me completely…

Jill answered, giggling. “What is it?”

“Can you let me in please?” There was sarcasm to my manners. “I’m standing at the front door and someone’s put a key in the door.”

She laughed. “Yes, we’re not long finished.”

I hung up and waited patiently for close to a minute. It was Gary who opened the door and allowed me into my own home. He was wearing only his trousers. There was an awkwardness between us. He was the quiet type at the best of times and I was utterly lost for words myself. Although I bore him no animosity. It was my fiancée who had changed the rules.

Jill wasn’t to be found in the living room. I walked through to the kitchen, also empty, and finally into the conservatory where I could only stand and stare at her sitting naked on a sofa, with her legs closed together but not crossed.

“What if Sebastian or Francesca, or old man Jenkins on the other side, looks over the fence and sees you like that?” I said.

“Don’t be silly,” she replied, and looked at my wet clothes. “Nobody in their right mind would be out in that weather.”

Gary entered the room and sat beside her, slipping an arm around her bare waist.

“Besides,” Jill continued, “he likes me like this.”

Gary nodded. “Absolutely.”

It seemed instinctive when she leaned into him, his arm wrapping around her even tighter. It didn’t appear to matter that I was there. When Gary was in the house, Jill was apparently his. The distinction scared me. The image of him and her enticed me. The chemistry between them shamefully arousing me.

I sat opposite and watched, dying to ask a dozen questions. Yet for some reason I couldn’t. Not while he was there. I was embarrassed. I was disgraced. Gary had assumed ownership of my wife-to-be and somehow I felt under his authority. As crazy as that sounded.

“You’d love to know what we did, wouldn’t you?” Jill was calculating in her taunting.

I felt so humiliated, and yet I admired her cunning.

“Wouldn’t you?” she insisted.

They were both watching me, his hand caressing her right breast. I looked to the floor.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jill turned and whispered something to Gary. It was drowned out by the rain beating against the conservatory roof.

“Look at her,” Gary ordered, though his voice was calm and not very loud.

I could feel my face redden as I looked up. “Yes,” I said.

“Yes what?” she demanded.

“Yes, I would like to know what you did while I was out.”

Like?” Gary asked.

I was silent.

“Gary asked you a question, Matt, answer it or you’ll be sent out again.” Jill had such a dominant tone to her voice that I dared not tempt her again.

“I would love to know what happened,” I admitted. We had enjoyed years of incredible, mind-blowing sex. That Jill had been alone with Gary was both devising and destroying my night.

“Well…” She parted her legs and slipped two fingers into her pussy. “Mmmmmm.” I wanted her sex there and then. “Oh…” There was something glistening when she pulled out her fingers again. “You can tell what this is can’t you, Matt?.” She stared at me, neither offering nor implying apology. “I let another man cum in my pussy.”

I was seething, staring at her fingers and doubting first my eyes, then her words. This was something we had discussed together in private detail. Jill had confessed a catastrophic lust for the sperm of another man to swim inside her. The sperm of this man. I was repulsed by the idea, and argued my point. His vasectomy didn’t matter. Precaution failing to serve as predilection for her argument. He could cum on her, I thought we agreed, but not inside her.

Jill smiled at me as she rubbed his cum into her pussy lips. My head was spinning, my heart pounding and every inch of me awash with nerves. The cruellest of betrayals and yet my balls were bulging.

“Jealous?” Jill asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

She laughed, crossed her legs and kissed his chest. “I think this is going to be a regular thing.”

“I hope so,” Gary said.

Jill ran her hand down to his crotch. “Oh my God, Gary, you’re hard again.” She looked at me. “Matt, go pour yourself a beer.”

I did as I was told and entered the kitchen. I opened a tin and was pouring it into a pint glass when I looked through the window, viewing into the conservatory, and saw Jill pull down Gary’s trousers. I watched her take his cock into her mouth. When I finished pouring, I rushed back into the conservatory.

Jill looked at me as she held his cock an inch from her lips. “Who told you that you could watch?”

“Fuck sake, Jill,” I said. I was no longer in the mood to be out of the room. I wouldn’t let her force me to leave again. Enough was enough.

“Let him watch,” Gary suggested.

“Do you mind?” she asked, wanking his cock slowly, treating him as lord of the manor.


“Okay.” She looked up to me, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear. “You can sit over there in the corner, Matt, but no interruptions. I’m going to give my boyfriend a wonderful blowjob and nothing is going to get in my way.”

I sat on the chair on the other side of the room, my head repeating her reference to him as her boyfriend. I both loved and hated the idea. Desired and despised. Found it as wonderful as it was worrying. I watched, breathing in a fantastic view of her ass as she bent over on her knees to take him deep into her throat. I could see some of what she was doing, but not all of it. The rain beat harder on the roof, droning out his moans.

Jill pulled her mouth away from him for a split-second. “Your cock is so fucking beautiful, Gary.” I knew she was saying it as much for my ears as his, teasing my love of dirty talk. She slipped it back inside and sucked up and down for several seconds, then licked the shaft down to his balls and back up again. “The head is so big.”

I wanted to masturbate as I watched.

“I can’t wait til you cum in my mouth.”

I felt unable to in my home.

“Will you cum in my mouth?”

Gary nodded.

I noticed Jill’s free hand play with her pussy, the juices evident. Were they hers or his or a mixture? Her tongue was all over his balls.

“I’m gonna swallow every drop and clean you up after.”

I wanted to come behind her and fuck her pussy hard as she returned to sucking his cock. I was desperate to, but the rules we had set in place beforehand were clear. This was her night of one-on-one sex with him. A threesome was out of the question. I was out of the equation.

“If you were my husband I’d do this to you everyday,” Jill promised, then her blonde hair bobbed back and forth on his crotch.

Gary grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down deep, his hips forcing his cock to fuck her mouth hard. Jill gleefully swallowed his length, moaning, purring and playing with her pussy underneath. Gary grunted and yelled a tremendous roar. His body appeared to spasm. I was frozen on the spot, useless and helpless, unable to react. My eyes zeroed on his member in her mouth. Powerful and pulsating. He was emptying load after load of hidden cum between her lips.

Jill guzzled it down – behaviour which she had relegated in our relationship to once per year.

She swept her hair away from one side of her face, manoeuvred her mouth around his cock and swallowed the final load of his ejaculation. Her pupil shifted in her eye. Shifted to me. Crude and perverse. Erotic and elusive. Denied and exclusive. I was subjugated in her manner. Subjugated to him.

“That was incredible,” Gary groaned, as Jill licked slowly around his circumcised head. “You’re amazing, Jill.”

Gary dropped his feet to the floor, grabbed Jill under her arms and threw her onto the sofa, spreading her legs and diving his face into her pussy. Jill squealed as his tongue licked up and down her lips.

“You taste fantastic,” he stated, then circled her clit with acute precision, rested his tongue on her centre for several seconds and finally clamped her entire sex under his lips.

Was he using his teeth on my fiancée’s most sensitive part? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t know. Her face, contorted by lust, longing and a passionate, growing liveliness, invoked primal feelings of misogyny in my mind, erupting similar urges of rampant arousal in my loins. I was locked in a static sense of disorder, unable to react or to respond. Commit or comprehend. Caught between sensations of commiseration and congratulation. Happiness and misery collided. Desire and disdain mocked laughter, and restraint rode over my every impulse.

Gary added his fingers, first to her clit, then to her insides.

Jill’s naked body surrendered to his touch. Her breasts shivering. Her teeth chattering. Her throat expelling a succession of sensual, menacing moans.

I was terrified of the neighbours hearing her and turned on the stereo. Metallica’sBlack Album, the last CD I had listened to, blasted suddenly out of the speakers. Neither Gary nor Jill appeared to notice. Or care.

She ran her hands over his head and pulled him closer. Her eyes were shut, her body close to shuddering at his mercy. “You’ve no idea how good that is,” she said.

Gary’s physical appetite increased with her encouragement, and he pounded his fingers into her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Jill cried. “Keep doing that… Fuck…”

Gary grunted an animalistic tone and shoved his hand deeper between her lips.

Jill indignantly squirted her juices into his face, and yanked him tighter to her pussy.

Gary relinquished his roving mouth to her gush, burying himself in her expulsion. He lapped at her labia, providing his tongue as a ventricle for her vagina’s most gruesome and brilliant ejaculate.

My genitals generated a shocking protrusion in my trousers, scraping the material and fighting my mind and my manners to shatter the shackles of conscious control. The urges were overwhelming. The need for relief devastating. The impossible situation ordering a cacophony of concordance in my head.

“Fuck, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” Jill confessed in a frenzy.

I looked at her face.

She was staring back at me, smiling and knowing I would never forget a single word. That her sentences would ricochet in my head for several weeks and months to come. That I would relive the moment over and over again.

“I wish you could do that to me every night,” she said.

Gary grunted below her.

Jill bit her lip as her body jerked again, reverberating under another round of gushing. She tried to force her eyes onto me throughout the moment, but Gary’s momentum carried her forward. His fingers driving into her at phenomenal speed. She tried to hold my stare once more, until her body inevitably surrendered to the superiority of his touch.

“Keep… Doing… That.” Her body was beginning to shake. “I’m… Gonna… Cum.” Her orgasm was earth-shattering, her naked form bouncing over the sofa and held down only by his grip on her thighs. She tried to pull away.

Gary held her in place and teased pleasure beyond her limits.

“No,” she begged. “Please.”

He gave a final lick of her pussy and released her.

Jill collapsed onto the sofa. Her eyes glazed. Her hair a mess. Her naked body an image of penetrated filth.

Gary touched the back of her knee, ran his hand up to her ass cheeks and gently brushed against the lips of her pussy.

Jill began to shake once more, her body threatening to squirt again, and she pushed him away.

I rubbed the scar on my temple with my fingertips. New boundaries of pleasure had been broken in her. Something would never be the same again.


I turned off the music.

“That was amazing,” Jill said after a couple of minutes, flipping onto her back.

“I know,” Gary agreed, and pulled her into his arms.

I watched my naked wife-to-be in the arms of a naked man, listened to them complement each other some more and struggled to sit still. I had never needed release more in my life. I felt like a young teenager experiencing arousal for the first time, fighting the most desperate of urges to be alone.

“I need the toilet,” I said, and walked out of the room. It was tempting to jerk off over what I had witnessed, but I was lying and only pretended to leave. I closed the living room door to the stairs and crept back to the kitchen, eager to discover their secrets.

There was silence for twenty or thirty seconds, broken only by occasional sounds of their smooching.

“I really got off on humiliating him.”

“I hope he’s okay,” Gary said. “I wouldn’t want there to be any animosity between us.”

“He should be okay. He wanted me to do it.”

“Did he know you were going to send him to the pub?”

Jill laughed. “No, I told him I’d send him upstairs for a while or take you upstairs and make him wait down here. He was up for that, but I didn’t think he’d be able to help himself from joining us.”

“You are so beautiful, Jill,” he said. There was another kiss. “You’ll have to come down to my house next time.”


“Do you think he’ll allow you?”

“I’ll come down whether he allows me or not. If he says no, I’ll just tell him I’m going to my sister’s.”

Despite everything I had experienced, this threat was something which still struck me unexpectedly. Jill was treading a dangerous line between game and affair. My cock ached.

“I don’t mind him watching,” Gary began, “but I’d love to have you on your own again, Jill. That was the best part of the night… Something I’ve waited years for.”

She giggled, saying nothing, then I heard them kiss.

I was preparing to sneak back to the living room and abruptly open the door to upstairs when she broke the kiss and asked him, “Do you want to take a photo of me on your phone?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“Then do it. Quickly. Before Matt comes back.”

Terror seized my stance. The thoughts of Gary carrying a clandestine picture of my fiancée on his mobile phone were both dangerous and erotic. But I was compounded by fear. Fear he would dare show the image to someone else. That he would boast and brag about having fucked this younger stunning blonde. That he would forward the image to a series of friends. That one person would know another who would recognise Jill and the secret of their illustrious involvement would be unleashed.

I was caught in the moment. There was no time to interrupt.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

I surmised she was allowing him a close-up of her pussy.

“That’s beautiful, Jill.”

A pose in which she couldn’t be identified.

“Smile,” he said.

I heard the camera click. I felt my betrayal fulfilled.

“You look wonderful.”

He would possess a part of her now. A part which would remain a mystery to me. My imagination was running wild. How much of her nudity had Jill shared with his camera?

“Stay as late as you can,” she said. “Matt’s going to want me to tell him everything that happened while he was away and I’m too tired for it tonight.”

“If I stay any longer, Jill, I’m gonna want to fuck you again.”

My hands were trembling. My cock and balls aching for release. For her. What I had started was spiralling out of my control. Jill and Gary wanted to see each other again. At his house. Was this the beginning of an addiction? And if so, was it hers or mine? Or his? My arousal only distilled further confusion within.

I feared the come down. The potential regrets when I finally achieved my release.

I heard them embrace again.

“Don’t tempt me,” she said.



When I returned to the conservatory, Jill was no longer in Gary’s arms. She complained she was cold and I retrieved her dressing gown for her. He took the hint, ordered a taxi and kissed her good night. It was only a peck on the lips, much inferior to their previous smooches. He shook my hand and thanked me for allowing him to be a part of the experience.

“No problem,” I found myself saying.

“Goodnight,” he said, giving a final bow to my fiancée, and headed to the front door. He lowered his voice, so only I could hear him. “You’re a very lucky man, Matt, to have that girl to yourself every night of the week.”

I nodded.

“She’s stunning, she tastes great, she loves sex, she’s up for anything.”

My eyebrows were raised most by the up for anything statement.

“She loves you,” Gary continued. “Remember that.”

I locked the door behind him and raced into the conservatory, desperate to give Jill the dirty fucking she so crudely deserved. She had blatantly and deliberately turned herself into a whore, and I was determined to show her just who she really belonged to.

She was already standing when I entered, holding her arms up. “Baby, I know what you’re wanting to happen now… I can’t do it.”

“But-” This moment was to have been another part of the night we had agreed upon. That after Gary left, Jill would be mine again and I would fuck her while she recalled the evening.

“I’m just too tired and I want to go to bed.” She hugged me and her voice turned to a whisper. “None of that was supposed to hurt you, Matt. It was your fantasy I was indulging. You said you wanted to be humiliated.”

I couldn’t answer. She was completely correct. I had played with fire, begging her to fuck him in front of me for months… Perhaps even years. I had confided my fantasies in her, yearned for her indulgences and in rare moments of her ingenuity we had discovered a mutual fondness for her humiliating me in front of him. The love of cruelty, however, was not something we shared, and a part of me was hurt at being excluded for the majority of the evening. There was also a raging erection which dictated otherwise.

“Come to bed,” she said. “It’s late and we can talk in the morning.”


I couldn’t get to sleep that night. Jill’s body was lying next to mine, the heat and her scent a constant distraction. She was naked, her ass jutting out against my erection. I needed to hammer her juicy, wet pussy. When I tried to touch her, though, she groaned and pushed me away.

There was only one thing for it.

I waited until I was sure she was asleep, then I sneaked downstairs and relived what had happened. It was such a relief to finally stroke myself in private. A variety of images careered through my mind, some I had witnessed, others I was forced to imagine. His she’s up for anything comment fuelling my thoughts.

I noticed Jill’s mobile phone lying on the coffee table. Curiosity lead me to lean forward and check it. Immediately, I was surprised to see an unread text from Gary. I had a dilemma. If I opened it, it would no longer appear as unread and she would know I had seen it. If I left it, I had to endure my own demons and all the commotion they would bring. I wrestled with my emotions for several seconds.

Then I gave in.

The message said, “Hi sexy. What a night. I finally got to fuck you alone. Can’t believe he doesn’t bind your hands behind your back. Really enjoyed dominating you that way. Did you say anything to him about coming down next weekend?”

I came within half a minute.

Binding hands? Behind her back? What kinky sex games had they played in my absence? I read the message again. What plans was Jill making for the following weekend? I couldn’t believe it. Would she even tell me?

I set her mobile down on the table, cleaned my cum up from the floor and went back to bed, occasionally groping her naked ass as she slept.


It was afternoon when we awoke. Or rather Jill woke me with her mouth wrapped around my cock, urging me to a full erection. My first thoughts were of the night before.

“Tell me what happened while I was away,” I said.

She parted her legs and switched my cock to her hand, wanking me intently. “Do you want me to tell you that this pussy… Your pussy… Was fucked good and proper last night by another man? That it was so much better than I ever imagined it could be.”

My cock twitched, betraying any hope I had of playing it subtle.

Jill smiled, then leaned in for a long kiss. When she broke it, she resumed her previous position, lying across my thighs and stroking me. Her pussy lips were glistening as she started to rub herself.

“Tell me,” I said.

“Tell you what?” Coy as she played it, there was no fooling me.

“Tell me what happened last night.”

“Maybe I want to keep it my dirty little secret.”

I thought of her hands tied behind her back, imagined her being fucked doggy style and I could almost hear her screams in my head. “I want to know everything,” I said.

Jill wanked me harder. “Baby, you can’t know everything. I want to keep some things private.” She licked the head of my shaft. “Between me and him.”

There was an intense feeling in my stomach. It raced to my head. Anger, hindered only by arousal. I grabbed Jill by her blonde hair and yanked her down, forcing her to engulf my cock. I humped her mouth, knowing what a slut she was turning into. All my years of encouragement and finally she was behaving just the way I wanted. She was caught somewhere between resistance, muffling a scream, and submission, running her tongue around my shaft. I was in the mood to abuse her and fucked her mouth harder. She had rarely been a fan of rough play and that only heightened my intention to punish her.

“You’re going to tell me everything I want to hear,” I began, grunting. “You had my permission for last night, but you’re my property and I demand to know what happened.” I released her and tossed her petite frame to the other side of the bed.

Jill looked at me, a slight moment of fear in her eyes. She noticed something in mine.

I panted, aggression capitulating to lust.

“He used me as his little slut.” She knew the danger of pushing me when I was angry. “I let him do it, baby.” Her fingers danced circles on her clit, the other hand spreading her lips. “I wanted to be his mistress… His whore.”

My cock stood on end.

“You’d have been so humiliated if you’d seen the way I acted.”

I had started jerking off without realising.

“I was begging him for more.” Jill shut her eyes. “I just wanted to be his and not yours for a night.”

“Oh God,” I said.

“He mauled me.” Her pussy swallowed the loving, tender touch of her own fingers.

I yearned to place my hands on her, to roam her body and to explore her sensitive areas. The temptation to please myself, while she recalled what happened with Gary, was too much to resist.

“He did things to me you wouldn’t believe. Things you wouldn’t have the experience to think of.” She moaned. “It was great sex.”

“Better than you and me?”

Jill didn’t hesitate. “More passionate, more intense.” Her body was beginning to shake, her fingers and memories working in unison. “I really want fucked by a cock.”

I started to raise myself, ready to fuck her little cunt.

“No, baby,” she said. “Not yours, not now.”

My inner reaction came as a surprise, given my more forceful mood. I felt rejected, though somehow I actually enjoyed the feeling. “But there’s no one else here, Jill.”

“I want you to fuck me with the black dildo. I want to imagine it’s someone else… Someone big.”

My cock and balls ached for her moist insides. “Come on, Jill, just let me fuck you.”

“No!” Her pussy was spread open. So alluring. So inviting. Just not for me. “I want the dildo, Matt.”

I sighed in frustration, elements of rejected arousal beginning to overwhelm. I leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved her biggest toy. Ten inches of thick rubber cock for Jill’s pussy. I crawled towards her and rubbed the head up and down her lips.

“That’s it, baby.”

I continued to tease, allowing her juices to coat the tip, then I slid it up and over her clit. Her hand came down and pushed it towards her entrance. I feigned submission and she released her grip as I descended the dildo ever nearer. Then I pushed it beneath the opening of her cunt, smiling as I sensed her annoyance.

“Baby, I need it.”

“Then beg for it.” I was holding the dildo at her most desirable of spots, working it back and forth but never enough for the head to enter her. “Beg to be fucked by this big cock.”

“Give me it now. I need it. I need to feel like a dirty whore again.”

I plunged it deliberately roughly into her cunt, treating her like a common slut from the streets. Jill moaned, shut her eyes and raised her hips to meet the dildo, gagging for more. I worked it in and out at an incredible rate, raising her voice to a wildness.

“What are you thinking about?” I demanded.

“Last night.”

“More.” I slackened the pace as a warning that I was in control.

“About his cock inside me, fucking me good.”

I reached down and found my own cock.

“He had me in so many positions.” Jill’s breathing was ragged. “It was so fucking good, baby.” Her nipples erect and goosebumps dotting her arms and shoulders. “I loved doing it behind your back.” Her legs shook first. Then her torso. Her hands were on her breasts, kneading her nipples. “Oh my God.” She slammed her legs shut and locked the dildo still in its place inside her.

“Can I fuck you now, Jill?” I asked, painful lust burning in the bulges of my balls.

Jill opened her eyes. Her chest heaving. “Come here,” she said, reaching her arms out and pulling me on top of her, my hard cock resting between her inner thigh and pussy. “Just hold me.”

Sexual denial mismatched with emotional requirement. Of my comfort. My reassurance. My blessing.

“I love you so much, Matt.” Jill kissed me again. “Don’t ever forget that. When I get carried away with my words in the heat of the moment, don’t take too much notice.”

“Were you exaggerating?” Palpitations and pulsations roped my heart and my hung member in ricocheting rhythm. “Did he not have you in a load of positions?”

Jill blushed, neither admitting nor denying my charge. “I love your hugs, baby.”

We lay together for thirty minutes, my fiancée’s kisses ranging from slow and intimate to fiery and passionate. My cock was hard against her the entire time. Her hands lying deceptively dormant and cruelly by her side. In the silence between us, there was one incessant image in my mind. An image which, despite my disbelief, I knew I had seen.

“You really did let him cum inside you, didn’t you?” I asked.

Jill closed her eyes and nodded. “I’m so ashamed.”

I kissed her. “Don’t be. I encouraged you to go for it with him. It’s my fault. I kept telling you to do whatever you wanted with him.”

Jill opened her eyes again. “I’m sorry, Matt. I got carried away. I only told you because you confided in me about your humiliation fantasies.”

“I’d rather you told me than hid it altogether.”

She moved ever so slightly underneath me and my cock stood rigid against her moist lips. It was finally going to happen. Her pussy was going to open up and let me in. “Gary’s single now,” she began. “He told me he and his wife are living apart.”

“What happened?”

“He didn’t go into much detail and I didn’t ask too many questions. It was only after we’d finished and all of a sudden you were at the front door. So I stopped the conversation. But it was strange what he did say.” Jill’s eyes locked on mine. “He said their swinging had boiled out of control.”

The dangerous realities of the world my fantasies worshipped. Excitement and apprehension invited imagination and dread. Fantasy and nightmare. Fulfilment and failure.

“Matt, I don’t know what this means exactly, but… I’m not unhappy that they’re not together anymore.”

There was silence for half a minute as the depths of that statement sank in. “Why?”

“I never fully enjoyed sharing you with her. I prefer it to be all about me. Whether it’s Gary watching us or you watching me and him. I don’t want another girl there.”

“Do you want to see him again?” I ventured.

She looked uninterested. “It was fun.” There was a reluctance in her voice.

“And?” My heart was thumping, obvious to my conscience what I desired.

Jill stretched and threw back the duvet. “We’ll see, I’m not making any promises.” She stood and slipped on a negligee, wiping tiredness from under her eyes. “I don’t think so.”


I didn’t mention the text message and neither did Jill. In fact, she didn’t seem to go near her mobile phone all day. I was disheartened. Smacked back into reality. Welcomed to the mundane.

I spent a couple of hours on the internet in the evening, looking at pornography for a while. Nothing compared to what I had witnessed the night before. When Jill went to bed, I waited only a matter of minutes before I headed downstairs. I went straight to her phone to check up on her.

A wave of joy and jealousy threatened to knock me off my feet. They had been texting each other, the times coinciding with my time spent upstairs on the computer. I navigated their exchange in the order they had been sent. The first being her reply to his overnight text, when he asked about the following weekend.

JILL – “You’re naughty. I didn’t ask xx.”

GARY – “You change your mind?”

JILL – “I’m not sure xx.”

GARY – “Honey, I don’t want to pressure you or him into doing anything that would make either of you unhappy. I like you both a lot, although in very different ways lol.”

JILL – “I like you too xx.”

GARY – “If I was there I’d be kissing you right now.”

JILL – “Who said I’d let you? Just kidding. I wish you were here now xx.”

GARY – “Me too. I wish it was me fucking you all day today. He doesn’t know how lucky he is.”

JILL – “I didn’t let him fuck me xx.”

GARY – “Really? Why not?”

JILL – “I’m saving myself. Night night xx.”

There was no reply from him. I wondered if there had been more. Had she deleted them? The time of Jill’s last sent text tied in with the time she had gone to bed.

I sat back on the sofa, the same sofa where I had left them to it on the night before. Jill had told him, “I didn’t let him fuck me.” Was that right? Had she planned our seemingly spontaneous bedroom encounter in the afternoon to go according to her plan? That she would be fucked only by the black dildo and not by my cock? What was she saving herself for? Or rather, who?

I masturbated again, re-reading their texts and imagining what they had done together.


When I awoke the next morning Jill was already up, confirming my suspicions that the sex ban was to continue. I shook my head, deciding I would torch her sex ban and fuck her senseless. She was a dirty bitch. My dirty bitch. I was not having her deny me my sexual gratification for another day. I kicked my legs out of bed.

Strangely, she was not downstairs either. I checked the calendar. There were no appointments and she hadn’t mentioned anything the day before. I called her on my mobile, but unfortunately it simply rang and rang until eventually it cut off. I tried again. I must have spent a total of four or five minutes standing there, listening to the repetitive dial.

I thought of Jill with Gary. I was becoming paranoid. I thought of Gary inside Jill. I was being stupid. Of course she wasn’t with him. My imagination was just working overtime.

I texted her, asking where she was and if she was okay. There was nothing untoward or particularly accusatory about that.

The minutes ticked by.

Beep! Beep!

I hit read. “I’m fine. I’m at my sister’s.”


When she came home, Jill’s behaviour was normal, poles apart from my own ever-changing nature. Nothing sexual happened between us. She watched mind-numbing television. I stifled my boredom with a couple of hours on Facebook and Twitter.

Finally, I repeated my ritual of checking her phone when she went to bed. Not only were there no new texts between her and Gary, but the old ones had been deleted. My suspicions intensified. Suddenly, Jill was being careful.


Jill was at work the following two days, Tuesday and Wednesday. Each day dressed in a black skirt with tights underneath. An extremely rare occurrence. Each night I checked her phone. There were no new developments. She shunned my attempts to have her tell me what had happened between them, promising only that she would tell me when she was in the mood and that I would appreciate that moment when it came along. I was determined to engineer that moment immediately. At bed time, she used the age-old argument every woman indulged.

“Not tonight, baby,” she began, pulling down her panties, “I’m tired.”

“You’re always tired!”

“Well, I’m the one in this relationship who has a job.” She pulled on only a negligee and climbed into bed. “Maybe if you worked, I wouldn’t be so bloody tired all the time.”

I couldn’t argue. But despite my growing fondness for humiliation on some levels, I couldn’t have her talking to me like that.

Jill screamed as I threw her face down over my lap. Her hands were flailing at me in protest. I secured her wrists and held them together over her head. Her amazing ass was exposed.

“I’m your fucking husband-to-be,” I said, and smashed the palm of my hand across her ass cheeks.

She cried in pain. This was not playful.

“You’ll service me when I require it.” Bang! My hand reigned down hard again, concentrating on her left cheek.

Jill struggled to free herself. I clamped her wrists harder and delivered several striking blows to the same cheek. I loved to concentrate on one area, reddening it for the morning. I could imagine her sitting at her desk in the office and squirming onto the other cheek. She begged me to stop. “You’re hurting me, Matt!”

I suppressed my laughter and administered a triple onslaught to the left cheek, adding a fourth and final slap to her unsuspecting right. “Call me sir, if you want me to stop.”

“Never.” It was one word she detested. Even in her school days she had refused to acknowledge her teachers as such, despite the school’s policy in that respect.

I spanked her again, then caressed her cheeks, squeezing them at times. “You’ll call me sir and you’ll know who’s really in charge here.”

I could sense the anger in the pit of her stomach. Her resistance to male domination. Her knowledge that I had no reason to sleep. No occupation to confine me to a bed time. I could hold her there all night if my mood persuaded me as such. The walls of her defiance had to be closing. I smacked her hard again. She squirmed unlike any time before.

“Please stop,” she said, hurt in her voice.

“Say it.”


“Last chance, Jill.”

She turned her head away.

“Okay.” I unleashed a half dozen smacks, each stronger than the previous. I raised my hand for a seventh, knowing I had no choice but to hit her harder. To really cause her pain. She had to be broken.

“Sir,” she managed, accompanied by no further words of plea.

I had to stop and release her. The rules were clear. Strangely though, I felt as if I had been defeated. She curled up beside me, facing the other direction. I had beaten her and yet it was I who lay there for the next two hours with a mixed feeling to the situation. With one word of compliance, she had her peace. Yet still I was unsatisfied.

I decided to get a glass of water and headed downstairs. I checked her mobile again, out of an increasing habit. No new text messages. No sent ones either. There had to be something going on. My suspicions were increased more by my urges than by any significant lead. I hit exit to go back to the main screen. My thumb accidentally touched the green call button and I froze. I blinked, caught in a cross between surprise and joy. She had called him that very afternoon at 16:46. Virtually the second she had left work. Had she no shame?

My fingers danced through the menu until I found her calls register. Her previous call had lasted 21 minutes. She must have spoken to him throughout her entire journey home, ending the conversation only when she knew she would be entering the house. I hadn’t checked her incoming calls. Within seconds, it was confirmed that the last call to or from her mobile had been the 16:46 call to him. But I had new information too. He had called her at 12:58, just before her lunch break began. I wondered how long that call had lasted, and what they had discussed. She couldn’t have seen him. Surely not. Her lunch lasted only 30 minutes, and she was still expected to answer the work phone. She couldn’t have…

My thoughts wandered into further wonders. Traversed treacherous valleys of voluptuous indiscretion. Amid insidious affairs. Deluxe, imaginary encounters between the two. Delicious dalliances. And fallacious stories of unrivalled fiction to crisscross the truth of their deception.

Within minutes, I was masturbating again. No matter what domination I attempted to exercise, Jill was proving the truly conniving mistress, asserting control even in her submission.

Troubled, taunted and lusciously teased to orgasm, the graphic thoughts and images played in my mind. Of him and of her. Of their betrayal.

My spunk landed in lascivious lumps on the floor, clumping together in a humiliating exposé of my reality.


Jill arrived home from work on the Thursday, dressed in another sexy black skirt. She strolled over to the sofa where I was waiting and straddled me. I was shocked to discover that it was not tights she was wearing. It was stockings. She kissed me.

“I love you, baby,” she said, her tongue fighting for mine.

My cock was hard in an instant. Finally, I thought, finally I have earned my reward. “I love you too.”

We kissed for several minutes, my hands straying to her blouse and undoing the buttons. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Lick my nipples.”

I eagerly obeyed her instruction. Her nipples were one of my favourite parts of her body. A place I was all too often denied, as she complained they were too sensitive and that she didn’t like having them touched.

“Squeeze them.”

I was thrilled to be enjoying this rare indulgence.

“Tweak them.”

I was stunned, but did not hesitate.

“That’s what Gary did to me on Saturday.”

My eagerness increased and my fingers pinched her nipples.

“I couldn’t stop him.”

I thought of the text reference to him binding her hands. “Why couldn’t you stop him?” I was looking up to her face.

Jill’s eyes were closed. She bit her lip, her smile widening. “I just couldn’t.”

Liar, I thought, and enjoyed the feeling. The dishonesty. The secrecy. I pulled her panties to the side and my fingers played with her pussy, encouraging more tales of her Saturday night sexual shenanigans.

“He was so much better than he’d ever been before. He really let himself go with no one else around. Especially now his wife’s off the scene.” Jill pulled my mouth to her clit. “I thought it would just be a one-off, to fulfil your fantasy and to have some fun myself.” Her fingernails roamed my shaven-head. “But he fucked me so good, Matt. So good. I want him inside me again.”

We locked eyes.

“What do you think about that?” she asked.

I entered her cunt with my tongue, playing my own game of silent torture.

“Do you mind him fucking this pussy again, baby?”

I no longer knew what I minded nor what I craved. I licked her beautiful clit and fingered her pussy, loving each and every time she met my stroke with a thrust of her own.

“Oh baby,” she began, “that’s it, lick me like that. Oh, worship me where I gave myself to him. Where he fucked me senseless until he came.”

“You’re such a dirty slut,” I dared.

“I know.” She pulled my head back to her clit. “I want to be a slut with him again, Matt. I wish he was here right now. I’d suck his cock so good while you eat me.”

I started to undo my jeans, loving every word that escaped from the lips of my promiscuous wife-to-be. “Oh, Jill… I want to fuck you so much right now.”

“I bet you do.” Again, she grabbed me and silenced me with her clit. “I want you to want me more than you’ve ever wanted me before. Oh baby, that’s so nice.”

I pulled my jeans down and jacked my hard cock as I ate her.

“You got something hard for me there?”

I moaned a “Yes,” through her clit.

“Let me see it.”

I leaned back and displayed my erection for her.

“Nice, baby, but…” She licked her lips. “I don’t want your cock.”


“I’m not discussing it, Matt. You’re not fucking me.”

I was tempted to grab Jill by her hips and force it inside her, whether she permitted me or not.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said. “If you do that, it’ll be the last time you ever get this pussy. We’re playing by my rules now.” Her fingers strayed to her clit. “It can be fun or it can be torture. You decide.”

“But you let him-”

“Stop it. Say you are going to play by my rules.”

I couldn’t speak. Her pussy was delicious, so close and so desirable. I needed it.

“Say it, or you’ll never get this again.”

“Are you serious, Jill?”

She nodded, though still I was uncertain if it was a heat of the moment game or part of a bigger plan. “Now say it, baby. Say it and I’ll let you fuck me now.”

“I’ll play by your rules, Jill,” I said, without hesitation.

“Good boy, now fetch my black dildo.” She slid a couple of fingers into her wet cunt. “I want you to fuck me with it.”

“But I thought you said you’d let me fuck you now?”

Jill giggled. “You can, baby, with the dildo. Go on now, be a good boy and go get it for me.”

She was incredible. I had no idea how she manufactured these situations, but there I was climbing the stairs to retrieve her toy. I had submitted to her magnificence. Her beauty. Her dominance.

When I returned, Jill was bent over the sofa, her skirt up around her waist and her panties pulled to her ankles. Her face was buried in a pillow and her ass was sticking up in the air. “This is how he finished me off on Saturday night, Matt. Fuck me with that while I think about what he did to me.”

She was sensational, hurting and healing me with such statements and images.

“Please, baby, give it to me.”

I rammed the black dildo suddenly into her eager cunt, forcing her to take each and every one of the ten inches. It was so much bigger than anything she was used to, mine or his. She moaned and cried, thrusting back for more. How could she fit so much into such a tiny frame?

“Baby, I was so horny on Saturday night it was on the tip of my tongue to tell Gary to put his cock in my ass.”

There was a bitter flame of anger to my jealousy. Anal had been a vital part of our sex life for years. Until Jill complained it had started hurting her and banned it 18 months earlier. With her ass being so sexy, so fuckable, I often pleaded with her to let us try again. To imagine that she contemplated giving it to another had me driving that dildo into her with a renewed force.

“I felt empty in my ass for the first time in years and his cock was so lovely, baby. Would you have been angry?”

“Yes,” I admitted too easily.

Jill laughed. Then the dildo hit her spot and she lost all control of her senses, bucking back wildly against it. I rubbed her clit with my other hand. She tweaked her own nipples. Her arousal was peaking. The moment was near. Her body moved with motion independent of her thought. Incisive of her desires. She gushed tremendous juices over the dildo, coating and creaming her sex and my hand. I refused to relent, ploughing her pussy indiscriminately as she erupted further squirts with another, escalating climax.

I laughed, enjoying her pleasure and ignoring my temporary torment.

Jill caught the dildo in her hand, attempting to stop my onslaught.

I resisted for a few torturous seconds. Then relented and watched her lie back in a heap.

“I love you,” Jill said.

“I love you too.”

She pulled me up to her lips for a long, deep kiss. “But things have changed.”

I felt panic. “What things?” I felt a challenge. I felt excitement.

“Gary’s single, Matt.” She took a deep breath and spread her legs wide open before me. Juices glowed from her cunt. “He’s available.”

“You don’t mean you’re thinking of leaving me for him?” There was nothing erotic about the thought.

“Oh, baby, no.” She pulled me in for kisses of reassurance. “I could never leave you. I love you so much. If you want me to stop this behaviour, tell me now and I will. Nobody and nothing is more important to me than you.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I could never be with him, we both know what he’s like. I don’t think you’d ever cheat on me and we both know he has cheated on every woman he’s ever been with.”

I was still curious. “You said he’s available, Jill, what did you mean?”

“That I don’t have to worry about his wife or another woman catching me with him. All I need is your permission.”

“Permission for what?” My cock was hard, straining for release, and her pussy looked so beautiful.

She hesitated, sparking certainty in my subconscious that there was more to this than she was prepared to tell me. “Well… I want to go to his house this weekend.”

I perused the possibilities. My sexy wife-to-be wanted to visit another man’s house with only one true intention. I imagined the repercussions of denial. The likelihood of deceit. The tangibility of regret.

“I want you to come too,” she added.

I was delighted, an expression she read all too easily on my face. “For me to watch?”

“Maybe to watch,” she answered, then kissed me. “Maybe to join in.”

“Yes, definitely.” What was I saying?

Jill smiled. “I have one condition.”

My heart was pumping at a tremendous pace. “Name it.”

“We’ll only go if you do not fuck me before then.”

There was something atrocious yet attractive about her denial. Cruel yet arousing. Selfish yet sharing. “Okay.” I went to place a finger on her clit.

Jill caught my hand in hers. “You can’t touch me either. Unless I expressly request it, Matt.”

I nodded, then shook my head. This was crazy. “Okay… Okay… But I’ve one condition of my own.”

She shot a harsh glance.

“I get to dress you, Jill. You’re mine. My wife-to-be. My slut. Mine to loan out.”

She smiled. “Okay, baby, but if it’s anything ridiculous, I’ll refuse to wear it.”

“It won’t be.”

She stretched her legs even further apart. “Do you have any ideas?”

“I do.” I paused, summoning imagery of one of my all-time greatest fantasies. If Jill didn’t like it, I would be crushed. “I want you to dress as close as you can to a dominatrix.”

Jill looked surprised. “But I don’t have anything particular like that in my wardrobe.”

“You have your buckle-front corset, and your high boots with the thick heels. You can wear your slutty red lipstick too. I’ve never seen you look more amazing than when you’re dressed up like that.”

She was smiling. “I’ll not be dominating Gary, though. I like being submissive for him.” Her tongue coated her lips in saliva. “He’s a real man.”

“Oh, Jill, you’ll be dominating me in so many ways.”

Jill laughed. “Yes, baby, I suppose I will.” She planted a smacker on my lips, then crossed her glorious legs and sealed her pussy shut. “Roll on Saturday.”



It was Friday night. The autumn wind was battering the window of our living room. Jill was downing half a bottle of wine to herself, avoiding the subject of our planned visit to Gary’s house in 24 hours time.

“I know you’re masturbating at night,” she began, smiling through the effects of the alcohol, “it’s obvious.”

I said nothing.

“What a shame you have a fiancée who won’t attend to your needs, Matt.” She giggled. “That you need to sneak downstairs to play with yourself when you think she’s asleep.” Jill was wearing a short skirt and adjusted herself so her panties were just visible. “What a shame she’s too consumed with thoughts of another man’s cock to see to yours.”

I squirmed in my seat.

“Are you hard now, baby?”

“No,” I lied.

“Pity. I might have let you fuck me, if you were.”

I shot my eyes to hers. “I mean I am hard. I’m hard right now, Jill.”

She shook her head. “I need a man who knows when he’s hard. Without hesitation.”

I pleaded for several minutes. Then begged for even more. I yearned for that pussy. Craved it to the point of obsession.

“Gary’s my man,” she declared.

I contemplated getting on my hands and knees, showing my complete dedication to her and to ask approval to worship her with my tongue if nothing else.

“What are you thinking, Matt?”

“I want permission to eat your pussy, Jill.”

Jill laughed. “Continue.”

“I will provide you with complete satisfaction… I’ll even offer not to play with myself, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

She sipped the end of her wine. “Pathetic.” She shut her legs tightly together. “Your sex ban continues.”


We were both awake early on Saturday morning. I didn’t mention the evening ahead. Neither did Jill. She had made the plans with Gary all on her own, I was privy to very little and so I decided to leave it to her, hoping the space would provide all the more pleasure as the day continued.

I was watching the full-time football results when I realised I needed a piss. It was almost 5pm and still there had been no mention of later. I trudged up the stairs and pushed open the door to the bathroom.

Jill was sat on the edge of the bath, legs spread, shaving her pussy.

“Leave a little tuft of hair above your clit,” I commanded. “I like you like that way.”

She immediately shaved it off. “He likes me bald.”

I was staring at her pussy, wanting it so badly.

Jill watched my eyes and a wicked smile crossed her face. “You’re gagging for it, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“You know the rules, don’t you?”

“I do,” I confirmed.

“Tell me them.”

I sighed. “I’m not allowed to touch you unless you expressly request it.”

“Good boy.” She held the razor out to me. “Would you like to help groom me for my lover?”

I hesitated.

“Come on, Matt, it means you can get close to my pussy.”

I kneeled between her legs, inhaling the freshest of scents from her most intimate of parts. Her lips were beautiful. Tender and untouched. Clean and eager for worship.

I took the razor in my hand.

Jill guided it to a spot by her pussy. “Be extremely careful, Matt. If you so much as accidentally graze my lips I will enforce the ultimate punishment on you.”

I looked up to her. “What’s that?”

“I’ll go without you tonight.”

The flow of blood to my cock increased instantly.

“Now… Begin.”

I gently and carefully tended to a tiny hair by her lips. Her pussy stared at me. My heart beat harder and my cock throbbed in my trousers.

“And make no mistake about it, baby, I will be getting fucked tonight.”

I fought the temptation to touch her. My resistance much stronger than I imagined.

“Think about it, baby. How you’ll finally get to see what you missed last week.”

Lust acted as liquor in my mind, fuelling my thoughts and my desire. I needed to touch her. To penetrate her.

“I can sense your arousal, Matt, baby, it’s boiling off you.”

My fingernails were millimetres from her clit. Temptation toiled with the torturous potential consequences.I couldn’t cope with a further denial. My fiancée leaving the house alone for a night of sex with another man. I had to resist her.

“Don’t you want to touch me? Is that why you resist me so easily? Should I be hurt?”

“No, Jill, no. Not at all.” I handed the razor back to her. “I want you so badly right now. You have no idea. I need you. You’re my fiancée. Can’t you understand that?

“Yes…” Jill spread her legs further. “Y’know, if you take me now, Matt, I’ll not stop you.”

Perspiration poured from my forehead. My erection ached in my jeans. “But you’ll punish me for it later.”

Jill smiled. “It’s your choice, Matt. What do you want more? To fuck me here now or watch me get fucked later?”

I was frozen before her. The overwhelming urge to dive in dictating that reason retreated.

“I don’t think you want me enough, Matt.”

Her clit twitched mere inches from my eyes. From my nose. From my mouth.

“Gary would never resist me.”

“But I’m…” What if she went alone?

“What, baby?”

“I’m not…” What if she didn’t come back?

“Not what, Matt?”

“I’m not Gary.” I needed to chaperone her.

Jill cackled. “Oh, baby, and don’t I know it.”

I lost all control, seized the outside of her thighs and tunnelled forward.

Jill’s hand blocked her pussy. “Good things come to those who wait, Matt.”

I was halted before her, torn between a fool’s errand of impartiality and a rebel’s hopes of liberation, desperate to desecrate the impossible rules she had imposed on my reality.

Jill took her hand away, exposing all that I desired. “If you’re patient, baby, you’ll be rewarded.”

I ran my hand over my head, confusion rife. I didn’t know how much more I could take. She had complete control over me. I would do anything she wanted. Anything.

“Too late, baby.” She stood up. “Offer rescinded.”

I watched her march out of the bathroom, her slim, naked form a beautiful picture torn from a wanton, sensual frame. Her firm ass swayed as she walked.

“Would you like to help me dress?” she asked.

“But, Jill,” I began, following her to the bedroom like a lapdog, “I’ve already told you what I want you to wear tonight.”

She smiled. “Baby, you’re sweet. I will wear what you wanted tonight, but I will change into it when we get there. I need something sexy, but slightly more conservative, to wear on the way down, and for an hour or so until I loosen up with a drink.”

I nodded, the intensity of her nudity and her denial drilling a vociferous punishment to the depths of my balls.

I really could not take much more.


I drove to Gary’s house. Jill sat next to me in a short leather skirt, high boots with thick heels – the same boots I had asked her to wear later – and a tight white top with no bra. She had a black cardigan over the top, one button done across her breasts. Her blonde hair flowed freely down to her shoulders. While we had agreed on a lacy black thong for underneath her skirt.

“Do you want me to flash you, baby?” she asked, as we sat at red traffic lights.

“Yeah, please,” I answered.

She gently pulled her skirt up her thighs and revealed her shaven pussy.

“Where’s your thong?”

She laughed and pulled her skirt down again as the lights changed to green. “I dared myself not to wear it in the end. I have absolutely no underwear with me tonight, Matt.”

“What if we were in an accident? What would people think?”

“Drive carefully then,” she insisted, and pulled her skirt up again. She spread her legs and gently parted her lips with her fingers. “My pussy is alive tonight.”

“Can I touch her?”

She didn’t answer.

“Can I, Jill?”

Her eyes were shut and her silence continued.

I placed one hand on her bare knee and slowly moved it up her leg.

“This is wrong,” she said. “I promised Gary I’d keep myself fresh for him.”

My hand found hers and began to navigate over her knuckles and underneath towards the sweet, moist lips of her pussy.

“It’s like I’m cheating on my boyfriend, if I let you continue.”

I could feel the heat of her sex less than a centimetre from my fingertips when a car in the next lane darted across the front of us. My hand switched suddenly back to the steering wheel and I narrowly avoided a collision.

“That was close,” Jill said.

“I know, that idiot nearly caused an accident.”

“I didn’t mean that.” She pulled her leather skirt down again.

I moved my hand back to her leg, but she caught it and stopped me.

“Sorry, baby, we’re nearly there. I can’t give you my pussy. It’s his pussy.”

My frustration broke another barrier when I conceded defeat. My erection proving my own depravity was sinking to yet further depths.

“You little cuck,” she whispered – or so I would have sworn.

“What?” I demanded.

“I said I need a fuck.”

I peeled my eyes from her and back to the road. I couldn’t be certain what I had heard.


I parked the car outside Gary’s house, in the shadows of Glentoran Football Club’s ground, The Oval.

The conversation was more cordial than awkward when we arrived. As I expected, Jill was quiet and Gary directed most of his words towards me. We exchanged the usual formalities, dealing with sport and the like. Each of us rushed our first drink. He and I on the beer, Jill on vodka and pure orange juice. She was first to the toilet.

“She’s looking stunning tonight,” Gary said in her absence.

I watched her descend the stairs from my seat in the kitchen, taking in those breathtaking legs. “That she is,” I agreed.

She came into the kitchen and gave me a kiss, our tongues lovingly exploring each other. Then she broke it and strode over to him, returning the same favour.

I watched my fiancée sucking the face of another man. A man she jokingly referred to as her boyfriend. The possessor of her pussy. Her juicy, filthy cunt.

When she stopped kissing him, she spun 180 degrees and leaned back against him. He held her in his arms and she smiled. Her eyes locked on mine and shifted to the direction of upstairs. Her subtlety amused me.

I obeyed, standing from my seat, accepting my role and stifling my humiliation.


I took my time in the bathroom. I knew what she was doing. I could imagine, at least. She would more than likely have pressed her ass into his crotch, maybe kissed him some more. But more certainly than anything else she would have allowed his hands to roam under leather skirt. It was the same trick she had turned with him in the past when his wife was still on the scene. She loved his fingers exploring her, though never before had she worn nothing under a skirt.

I made no effort to be quiet coming down the stairs. The night was young and there was plenty of time left to sneak up on them and catch them in the act. With so little alcohol in our systems it was very much still the time for nerves and awkwardness.

I marched into the kitchen and found them kissing, Jill with her back to me. Gary’s hands were under the back of her skirt, showing me plenty of flesh, mauling her cheeks. I sat up on a stool, downed more beer and continued to watch. He turned her around so she faced me, though her mouth never parted his. She was leaning back to him, loving his tongue. His hands pulled her skirt up at the front and revealed that beautiful, shaven pussy. Finally, she came up for air.

“I’ve thought of doing that all week,” she said, strolling to the other stool in the kitchen.

“Me too,” he began, “and a lot more.”

Jill poured herself another drink and went to fix her skirt before she sat down.

“No,” I said, touching her arm. “Leave it like that so we can both admire you.”

She looked to Gary.

“By all means, please,” he said.

Jill jumped onto the stool and sat with her legs crossed, her skirt at her waist. She seemed a little uncomfortable at first, changing one leg over with the other. But she soon relaxed and took turns to swivel first into his view, then into mine.

Gary excused himself for the toilet, leaving Jill and I alone.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Baby,” she began quietly, “I’ve never felt so turned on as I do now. I wouldn’t care who else was here, male or female, it wouldn’t stop me. I’m up for anything tonight.”

“You’ve no idea how much I want you right now,” I confessed, a desperate hard on raging in my pants.

She parted her legs before me. “Touch me, but don’t go inside me.”

My fingers found her soaking clit and rubbed her.

Jill moaned. “That’s it, baby, just a quick rub. Stop when you hear him on the stairs. This can be our wee secret.”

I risked punishment and leaned down to lick her, then strayed from her clit to her pussy lips. I couldn’t remember ever finding them as moist without foreplay. All her inhibitions were gone. I licked her from her clit to the bottom of her lips and back again. Then we heard him close the bathroom door and hurry down the stairs. I sat quickly back on my stool and Jill crossed her legs, her eyes eager for more.

“You’re bad, baby.” Her voice fell to a whisper as he hit the bottom of the stairs. “I didn’t say you could do that.” She stared at me, a definitive threat in her pupils.

Gary entered the kitchen with his head down.

Jill stuck out her left leg, blocking his way past, then she put her right leg to his other side. With her boots wrapped around his waist, she pulled him closer. He glanced at her pussy. It became a stare. He was transfixed. An erotic, defining moment was in occurrence.

“Can you go down…?” She allowed her sentence to trail off as he kneeled before her, kissing both her legs from the knees up. “Oh, that’s lovely… And tempting.” He was at her thighs when she resisted, closing them on his neck and stopping him inches from her lips. “I brought an outfit to change into. It’s in a bag under the table. Can you grab it for me?”

I saw a look of disappointment on Gary’s face that I was growing to recognise every morning in the mirror. He found the bag and passed it to her.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Jill said, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I think it’s time I got dressed up for my men.” She stood up from the stool and fixed her leather skirt, concealing her moist pussy at last. “Would you like to come upstairs with me and help me dress?”

My heart pounded and my jeans restrained my cock in its place.

Gary’s eyes lit up and he immediately replaced his beer on the table. “Absolutely,” he said.

Jill took him by the hand and led him to the stairs, glancing a wicked grin at me until she was out of sight.

I had no doubt this was to be my punishment for licking her pussy without her expressed permission.


I waited patiently at first, then restlessly as the minutes ticked by. I listened from the kitchen for noises, but I could not hear very much. Just the occasional footstep. It sounded normal enough, but I knew Jill’s mood all too well.

When ten minutes had passed, I knew something was going on. I wasn’t particularly jealous. More excited. Interested. Envious at worst. My cock was hard. I felt it through the fabric. I was tempted to undo my fly and give myself a quick wank while they were out of the room. Then I heard a groan. A distinctive male groan. I listened carefully for a repeat, but it did not come.

A door was shut suddenly upstairs. I wondered was this one of them going from one room to another? Or was it to conceal the noise of their activities? I suspected the latter much more than the former.

I paced myself back and forth on the kitchen floor. Fifteen minutes had passed. I crept into the hall, cocked my ear upwards and listened. Silence. Whatever they were doing was probably tame. If he was fucking her, I’d have heard the commotion come through the ceiling.

I tiptoed into the living room, right below the bedroom. There was an occasional noise. I was certain of it. I listened for a rhythm, but there was none obvious. I stood for another five minutes underneath them, my heart beating faster and louder with every sound I could pick up.

Then there was footsteps and the door swung open. I quickly made my way back to the kitchen before they hit the stairs.

I sat up on the stool and swallowed more beer.


Jill entered the kitchen first, holding Gary’s hand. She was dressed just as I had instructed. Her corset was sheer black, see-through to reveal her pert nipples and pussy lips. It tied around her neck and was buckled down at the front. It had a thong back to it and revealed every curve she possessed. I loved the high boots on her. She looked like such a slut. Her deep red lipstick accentuating every inkling of that word.

She wiped her lower lip with her forefinger. “I think he’s gonna need half an hour to recover.”

Gary walked sheepishly past the stools.

It was obvious what had happened upstairs. I didn’t mind. Much. I had known she would punish me for my tongue straying. Perhaps, subconsciously, I had even done it deliberately.

Jill downed half a glass of vodka and orange, then turned to me. “You’ve been a good boy this week, baby.” She unbuckled my belt and began to undo my fly. “It’s time you were rewarded.” She fell to her knees before me and guided my cock into her mouth. From tip to base, she swallowed it whole. Her blonde hair blazing back and forth.

After a couple of minutes she let it go, a trail of precum and saliva running from my cock’s head to her lips. She planted her lips firmly around it and sucked up the juice. I couldn’t believe the transition.

“Holy fuck,” Gary said, watching our slut do her thing.

Jill’s hand wrapped around my shaft. She gripped it hard and looked up to him as she wanked me. “Do you like watching?”

Gary nodded, unable to find any words.

“Good, cause I love to show off.” Jill licked around my slit, wanking my length furiously. “I love your cock, baby.”

She was truly wonderful, knowing exactly when to speak and when to suck. I watched her eyes glance to him every few seconds. I placed my hand on the back of her head and began to hump her beautiful mouth. She responded with a graceful moan of pleasure, accepting yet more. I loved the switch. The taking back of my fiancée from this other man. To dominate her right before him. To dethrone him. To defile her. It was my right and my duty.

“I’m close,” I declared.

Jill pulled away and stood up. My eyes focused on her crotch. She pulled the thin fabric to one side and exposed her lips. “I’m going to sit on that cock of yours, baby. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for.”

Finally, I thought. Finally. My cock had been aching for her pussy for over a week.

Jill came towards me, her fingers already playing with her clit. My balls throbbed with desire, with determination, with degradation. Then she stopped, her attention drawn behind me. To him. I looked around and saw he was stroking his hard cock.

“Decisions, decisions,” she said, her eyes darting from one cock to the other. “Which do I want most?” She walked past me, to Gary, bent over and slipped his into her mouth.

I wanked as I watched. Jill looked amazing when she devoured him, licking his balls and rubbing his cock over her face.

“I can’t believe you’re hard again,” she told him, then stuffed him into her mouth.

“It was watching you.”

Jill moaned into his cock, then released him. She looked to me first, then to him. “I’m so lucky to have two guys who both love watching me with the other.”

I stood up and approached her from behind. I wasn’t going to ask. I wasn’t going to beg. I was going to shove my cock into her exposed cunt and fuck her for all she was worth.

Jill twirled before me and shoved her pussy to Gary’s crotch. “Fuck me now, Gary. I need a hard cock inside me.”

Gary grinned, grabbed her hips and rammed himself into her.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “That’s so fucking nice!”

I stood in silence, watching this man take my wife-to-be right before my eyes. There was a look of pure lust on both their faces. Neither apparently aware of my presence. Neither particularly likely to care. Gary stared at her as he fucked her, looking truly bewildered as to how he could having something so beautiful impaled on his length. Jill’s eyes were closed, but her mouth wide open with a mix of moans and expletives erupting. A realisation struck me as I watched. I enjoyed this. Not just seeing him take her right before me. But the fact that every attempt I made to get inside her never came to fruition. I thrived on the denial. The rejection. The humiliation.

“Baby,” she croaked, reaching her hand out. “Fuck my mouth.”

I didn’t hesitate, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and shoving my cock back into her mouth.

Jill loved being taken roughly at both ends, meeting every stroke and fighting for more. I leaned back to admire her, my eyes taking in the breathtaking image of her dressed just the way I had pleaded. She moaned and pulled my cock deeper into her mouth. She took every inch of it, then I held her tight against me. Her bright red lips were locked around the base. She tried to pull away. But I held her. She gasped for release. I locked her down. Gary fucked her harder, realising what was happening. Jill tried to push me with her hands. It only made me more determined. I knew she would be angry, driven beyond her comfort zone.

Her muffles increased until finally I released her. She was panting, unable to catch her breath again as Gary relentlessly ploughed into her. I wanked my cock in front of her face, teasing her lips with the head. She refused to take it again.

“Fuck!” she cried, under the brute force of him inside her.

I manipulated her pleasure into my own and seized the opportunity to force my cock back into her mouth. She was resistant. I was resilient. Her unwilling walls soon started to collapse, her tongue giving in to temptation. She swirled me around the inside of her cheeks, coating me in her saliva. Her tongue massaged every part of my head, but she wouldn’t suck it. When I tried to hump her mouth, she ceased all activity completely. She pushed my cock out and licked underneath the shaft. Then she planted a long, loving kiss on the tip.

“Take me into the living room, Gary,” she cried between pants. “I want to lie on my back while you fuck me.”

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her from the kitchen, through the hall and into the living room. He gently lay her on a long, 3-seater leather sofa.

Jill’s legs parted immediately for him. Such obedience. Such diligence. Such decadence. His mouth found her clit and his fingers worked her pussy. I walked around to her face and placed my cock over her lips.

“No, baby,” she began, pushing it away, “sit over there and watch.”

I was frozen, watching his tongue worship her sex. He loved eating her and she loved him doing it. The sexual chemistry between them was overwhelming. They were a perfect match. I had been demoted.

“Go,” she said, snapping me from my daze.

I obeyed her and fell into the other sofa in the room. I wanked myself slowly as I watched them. Her hand had wandered to his groin and was pulling him harder. I knew her mood from the way she was touching him. She wasn’t doing it for his pleasure. She was, subconsciously or not, wanting to pull him inside her. To give her the fucking she needed.

“Sir,” she began, looking at him, “put your cock back inside me. I want you to make me your woman.”

I couldn’t believe her choice of words. Sir? It was something she refused to address anyone. I believed it to be her ultimate show of defiance towards me. If I thought that was defiance, though, I had no idea what was to come.

Gary climbed between Jill’s legs, lifted her slightly and slid a cushion under her ass.

“Oh, Gary,” she groaned.

He placed his cock on her lips and rubbed it back and forth.

“Please fuck me,” she said.

He rubbed her clit with his circumcised head.

“Oh God, Gary, you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me.” She pulled him down to her by his neck and sucked her lips on his tongue.

He shoved his cock into her pussy.

Jill’s throat burst forth with an animalistic groan, revelling under his pounding.

I watched. Transfixed and intoxicated. To see the girl who was supposed to be mine lie on her back with her legs spread, boots in the air, while another man fucked her hard. To study the image of her pussy taking this other cock. To let it burn a permanent place in my memory.

Gary was grunting as he fucked her, and nuzzling her neck. Jill had obviously told him before of that erogenous zone. She moaned with pleasure, her hands roaming across his back.

“Flip me over,” she demanded. “I want to feel you take me from behind.”

Gary lifted Jill and spun her round in a swift motion, her midriff landing on the cushion. He pulled it down, forcing her ass into the air.

“Shit, Gary, I feel so exposed,” Jill confessed.

Gary dived forward, licking her from her pussy to her asshole. I couldn’t believe it. She was grinding her ass into his mouth and loving it.

“Oh yeah, lick it for me. That feels so good.”

“You taste amazing,” he said.

“Can you see what he’s doing to me, baby? Oh fuck! Do you see his tongue in my ass?”

“Yes,” I said, through gritted teeth.

“Spread my cheeks more,” Jill told him. “Give him a better view.” At least she hadn’t forgotten me completely.

Gary spread her ass and looked at me watching. He was smiling, glorifying her hole before him. He slowly lowered his tongue back to her crack and lapped up every centimetre of her. His fingers found her pussy and wiped her juices into her anus. His mouth captured her hole, tongued her most privileged of places. His fingers drowned in her pussy, then he pulled one free and swept it up and around her anus. He plied her with pussy juice. Pushed against her entrance. His finger popped inside.

“Oooooh, that feels so good,” Jill said, jutting herself back for more.

“It’s time you got fucked again, little girl,” he said, and placed his palms around her waist.

Jill moaned something incomprehensible, but in obvious pleasure.

Gary positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and shoved it inside. Jill’s eyes dazed. Her mouth murmured. Gary shoved her face down into the sofa, muffling each additional word. Her ass pushed backwards into his groin. His cock pounded her cunt. One hand seized her hair. The other swished through the air, smacking her cheeks.

“Oh God, yes,” she cried, capitulating to his domination.

He reached around her neck and unbuckled her corset. He yanked it down her body, exposing her breasts. He mauled them as he fucked her, twisting her nipples in a manner I would never be permitted. She grunted something.

“What is it?” he demanded.

Jill said it again, but I couldn’t make it out.

“Beg for it,” he insisted, ramming his cock into her from behind.

“Finger my ass as you fuck me… Please.”

I was speechless. My rigid cock in my hand. My balls threatening to explode.

“Please, who?” Gary insisted.

“Please, sir!” she shouted.

Gary obliged, and found her response one of adoration. Jill moaned unlike before, at times stuffing her own fingers into her mouth and licking them. She was in a heaven of absolute lust.

“Would you like me to join in now?” I asked her, precum flowing freely over my fingers.

Jill managed a “No,” but it took all her might to find the sound in her throat.

Gary banged his cock inside her, stifling her coherence, and probed his finger further into her anus, encouraging new obscenities to escape.

“Sir,” she struggled. “Give… Me… Another… Finger… Please!”

He was showing stamina of a man half his age. It was one thing to watch another man fuck my wife-to-be. It was completely another to watch him fuck her so well.

“Please… Sir!”

Gary’s grunted reply was close to laughter. He slowed his fucking of her, then began to stretch her asshole with a second finger.

There was a surge of emotion in my chest. My eyes enthralled with the vision of lustful debauchery before me.

Jill’s asshole slowly opened wider to accommodate him.

“That’s it,” he said, then gently swatted her cheeks. “There’s a good girl.”

“Thank you, sir,” she replied.

I suppressed my desire to stroke myself harder. To watch the events unfold while erect and aroused was barely tolerable. I couldn’t imagine ejaculating in front of them and then having to spectate. Jill wouldn’t stop whether I pleaded or commanded. The wheels were in motion and her pussy was his. My eyes fell to his fingers entering her. Her ass was turning itself to his ownership too.

He pulled suddenly out of her. Jill whimpered and shot her head round to face him. Gary dragged her corset past her waist, over her hips and finally down her legs and away from her boots. Jill was suddenly naked before us but for her boots. Gary took a few seconds to bask in her beauty.

“What are you waiting for?” she begged. “Put it back in.”

The hairs on my arms stood on end.

Gary leaned over Jill’s body and entered her again from behind. His mouth found her neck and gently bit her. His pace inside her had slackened, but her tongue searched eagerly for his. There was kissing. There was the distinct sound of whispers. I thought I heard a few words, mostly swear words from her, but I couldn’t understand what other information was exchanged. My eyes and ears were distracted by his balls slapping against her buttocks with each stroke.

He pushed himself up from her, though still his cock fucked her pussy. “Is this what you want?” he asked, pushing three of his fingers against her ass.

Jill mumbled a barely audible confirmation.

“Louder,” he insisted.

“Yes, sir.”

I felt myself begin to redden.

“Tell us what it is you want, Jill.” He playfully smacked her ass cheeks again. “Tell us you want these three fingers in your ass.”

“I… Don’t… I don’t want those fingers.” She was struggling under the intensity of his cock inside her. “I want you… To fuck… My ass… Sir.”

There was silence.

Gary stopped inside.

My cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

I was determined to object, and fought an internal struggle for the right words.

“Please, Gary,” she said. “I need you to fuck my ass.”

How could I say anything? There was a thousand words of dissent in my head and yet a force much greater invoking silence from my lips.

Gary leaned back from her, as if he wanted to say something to me. It was one thing to be caught up in the moment. Yet quite another when the moment elevated and conscience kicked in.

Jill threw herself off the sofa and onto the floor. “Take me like this,” she said, and bent over the sofa with her knees on the floor. “It’s the best way to give me the most pleasure.”

I knew the position. Hell, I had discovered the position. It had been eighteen long months since I had pounded Jill’s tiny anal fuckhole. Sweat pooled between my palm and cock.

Gary deliberately kept his eyes from me as he stood up from the sofa. He knelt behind her, feasting on the image of her smooth, small back. He stroked her beautiful blonde hair with one hand, then brought his cock to her groin with the other.

“No, Gary, please. Not my pussy. Get up higher. Slowly…”

My outright humiliation arrived.

“… Put it in my ass.”

This was too much until… I watched Gary shift his position above her. He directed his cock at her anus. Jill spread her cheeks eagerly before him. I couldn’t wank anymore. My balls were too close to exploding. I watched, my eyes glued to the narrowing gap between the head of his length and the opening of her anal fuckhole. My loins embraced the disgrace. The shame. The total abasement.

“Are you sure?” he asked her.

A part of me almost answered for her. And not the answer even I would have expected.

“Yes, Gary, fuck it,” she pleaded.

I discovered the sensation of total emasculation.

“Fuck it now. Fuck me in my fucking asshole.”

I was swept higher on a path of positivity which rose in my chest as she spoke. The horrific prospect had been dangled before me. Suddenly, if I allowed myself to release all responsibility of my fiancée, I could witness and savour another man take her in her most precious of places.

Gary rubbed Jill’s pussy, gathering her juices in his fingers, then he brought them up to her rear, lubing her up for what was to come. She moaned and stuck her magnificent ass out for more.

“Do it, Gary.”

He pushed the tip of his cock against her anus. There was a natural resistance. I recalled my own experiences of entering her and how a slow start often brought great rewards.

“So close,” she muttered.

I squeezed my dick between forefinger and thumb. Precum oozed out.

Gary popped inside her. He was so much quicker – so much more skilful – than I anticipated.

“Oh fuck,” Jill croaked. “Give me more.”

He gently eased more of his cock inside her and held it there for a few seconds. “You all right?” he asked.

Jill gave a positive murmur. Within seconds she was reduced to a whimper as he began to pace himself out of her, then slowly into her again. She dropped her chest and face to the sofa, quivering as he possessed her most precious of areas. “Go deeper,” she encouraged.

Gary obliged, re-crowning her an anal slut.

“Can you see him fuck my ass, baby?” she asked.

“Sort of,” I replied, frankly, estimating he had stuffed half his length inside her.

“Fuck!” Jill cried in sudden passion, as he humped her. “Come over and watch him… Watch him go in and out of me.” She sucked an inhalation of breath.

I stood and walked over to them, lowering my head behind for a view. Gary’s cock was entering my fiancée faster with every stroke. He was almost balls deep inside her.

“Watch this, Matt,” he said, then pulled his cock all the way out of her.

“Jesus,” I said. Her hole was gaping wide. Wider than I had ever stretched it before.

He shoved it back in.

Jill screamed. “Oh fuck yes, Gary, do that again!”

Gary proceeded to several times repeat the procedure, occasionally pulling out of her long enough to entice more begging. There was nothing more humiliating than watching the woman I was supposed to marry bent over a sofa with her asshole wide open and her mouth conducting words of request for another man to fuck it.

“Thank him, baby.”

I was silent, confused.

“Please, oh fuck, Matt, thank him for fucking my ass. You’ve fantasised about this for years, baby. Thank him. Fuck, that’s it!” Jill’s fingernails dragged along the leather of the sofa as Gary dropped the playful side of his routine and ravaged her anus. “Oh my God!” Her body was shaking in that recognisable fashion that betrayed her secrets. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too!” he shouted.

Jill’s body shook under the intensity of his fucking. She was gone, head spinning and body on another level. Gary pulled his cock out of her and without having to wank to a finish shot his spunk over her back and ass. Load after load landed on her. I couldn’t believe how much sperm he had for her. He seemed to just cum and cum.

“Mmmmmm,” she said.

The spurts continued.

My erection dangled between my legs. Untouched. As if forbidden.

Gary finally finished, wiping the last of his spunk on her asshole.

The room was amok with silence. He and I were stood behind her, neither able to look at the other. Jill remained in the same degraded sexual position, making no effort to discover dignity.

“I’ll get some paper towels,” Gary said, and headed to the kitchen.

I looked at her, barely aware of my slackened jaw.

Jill turned her face to see me. She was smiling. “Baby, can I ask you a favour?”

Only out of curiosity did I nod.

“Can you go upstairs for ten minutes? I need to have a very important chat with him.”

“What about?” I demanded.

“Not now, Matt, I’ll tell you later. Please, just give me ten minutes.”

Gary entered the room with the towels and kneeled over her back to clean his cum from her body. He started on her back, then I watched as he slowly ran a towel between the crack of her ass. His free hand was caressing her thigh. I turned away and headed for the door. Disgust tunnelled from my gut to my balls.

She could have her ten minutes with him.


I lasted two minutes in the bathroom before I was shooting my own load into the toilet. The images I had witnessed were too much. My relief was slight, my balls remaining bloated. I cleaned myself quickly and decided ten minutes was too generous.

I crept carefully down the stairs and stood behind the door. It was closed over, although there remained a gap of an inch or so. I could hear them talking.

“Please stay on your own,” he was saying. “Let him go home.”

Jill giggled. “The idea is tempting, sweetie, but I’ve no wish to hurt him.”

“Neither have I. It’s just you’re so incredibly sexy. Please come down on your own soon.”

“I’d rather do everything in the open… With Matt here to watch or join in.”

Gary cleared his throat. “Ask him for his permission, you know he’d allow you.”

“You are so bad.”

Then there was silence, broken only by the faint sound of their lips locking. I decided to catch them unaware and walked in. Gary tried to stop, but Jill wouldn’t let him. His awkwardness was obvious. Her disdain only toward his reluctance.

“Why would you kiss me when he’s out of the room, but not in front of him?” she asked.

Both he and I appeared to share the embarrassment. He glanced to me and said, “Sorry, Matt, it wasn’t supposed to be like that.”

“It’s okay,” I insisted. “I’ve no problem with it.” My lies stimulated something in my loins. My naked cock twitched before them.

“See,” Jill said.

Gary was hesitant.

Jill insistent.

She tongued him with such adoration.

His hands strayed to her breasts. To her thighs. She spread her boot-clad legs. To her cunt.

Jill moaned into his mouth. Her fingers fondled his cock. He grew in her hand.

My own nudity – my cock spent and deflated – became a paramount, seemingly endless source to my embarrassment.

After several minutes, Jill leaned back from him. “Gary, that was wonderful.”

He smiled.

“I hate to say this…” Her eyes strayed to my hand and my pathetic attempt to restore my erection.

Gary briefly followed her glance.

“… But could you order a taxi? I think it’s time we left.”

I dropped my penis.

Jill stood, grabbed her buckle front corset and headed to the door. “I’ll dress upstairs,” she said. “You could do the same down here, Matt.”

Gary and I attempted to talk while she was out of the room. He buttoned up his fly, apologising again for things happening when I was upstairs. I pulled on my top and explained I was not offended. He mentioned a clandestine blowjob he had received from her earlier in the evening. I waved my hand.

“I have to expect these things,” I said. “Jill has a mind of her own.”

“I can’t wait to see her again, Matt. But I’m afraid she’s not up for it.”

“Spoil her,” I suggested. “Buy her flowers, chocolates, lingerie. Have them delivered. She loves the attention.”

“You sure you’d be okay with that?”

“Yes,” I insisted. I needed the toilet again and excused myself.

When I reached the top of the stairs, Jill walked out of his bedroom. Naked. There was an immediate look of surprise on her face, then she blushed. I tried not to laugh. It was obvious she had intended her bout of exhibitionism for Gary’s eyes. I approached her and slipped my fingers into her warm, wet cunt. I was relieved when she didn’t stop me.

Jill stifled a moan and rested her head between my shoulder and neck. We were quiet, deliberately so. As if she was his girlfriend, and she was betraying his trust. His love. His cock. The buzz was thrilling. I dared my fingers to rub her juices towards her rear hole. That palace I had been denied for too long. Her ass protruded, craving my attention, and I massaged her wetness around her crack.

“This is so wrong, Matt.” She was confused. Torn. Divided between fantasy and reality. The lines of whom she belonged to were blurring, crisscrossing into altogether different territories.

I kept touching her and her noises became louder. I shushed her and she must have bitten her lip to draw the silence that followed. My fingers danced backwards and forwards from her pussy to her ass, lubing it up and preparing it for round 2. Would she resist me slipping it into her while he was downstairs? The thoughts of betrayal, of stealing my fiancée from her lover in his own bedroom, increased my arousal.

I turned Jill to the bed and bent her over. With both hands, I spread her ass cheeks. Her anus was right before my eyes, clearly stretched from earlier.

“Give my hole a lick,” she whispered.

I hesitated.

“Lick my asshole… Cucky.”

I grabbed my hard cock and eased it against her opening.

“Taxi’s here!” he shouted up.

Jill jumped the moment she heard his voice, all too reminiscent of the way a cheating wife would suddenly behave if her husband were to about to catch her. She grabbed her white top, cardigan and leather skirt, beginning to pull them on quickly. I watched in disappointment.

My window of opportunity had disappeared.


Jill and I sat together in the back of the taxi. Her skirt barely covered her ass and within seconds I was roaming the inside of her thigh.

She made small talk with the taxi driver, and soon discovered that they had known each other some 15 years earlier. The remainder of the ride consisted of them chatting and laughing about old times, catching up on what had happened to people I neither knew nor cared for in the slightest.

The fingers of my right hand spent the same time going in and out of her pussy, pushing dangerously closer to her anus as the journey continued. She made no attempt to stop me. Yet her conversation with him would have implied nothing.


How’d you know him?” I asked, as I turned the key in the front door.

“Thanks,” she said, as I held the door open for her. “We used to fool around years ago.”

“Fool around?”

Jill blushed and then pulled off her top, revealing her pert breasts and erect nipples. “I kissed him and…” She slid down her leather skirt. “Stuff.”


Jill stood before me in only her boots. “He used to do to me what you were doing to me in the back seat.”

I delighted in her beauty, admiring her nudity. “You’re such a slut.” I dived forward to grab her.

She held out her arms. “No, baby!”

“What is it?” I demanded.

She led me by the hand into the living room. “Sit,” she instructed.

I sat on the nearest sofa and watched her fantastic backside glide past me to the opposite side of the room. She sat down and parted her legs.

“I want to fuck you so much,” I confessed.

She laughed. “Not gonna happen, baby.” Her fingers strayed to her pussy, concentrating on her clit.

“Please, Jill, I need to fuck you. Give me your ass.”

“Definitely not.”

“Then your pussy, please.”

Jill stared at me. “I order you to masturbate in front of me. Matt, I want to hear what parts of the night you enjoyed and what you didn’t. You can look at me, but you can’t touch. I want you to behave like I am his property and you’re fucking lucky I even allow you near me.”

I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.

Jill began to finger-fuck herself. “Get naked, cucky.”

There was no doubt I had not misheard her this time. I obeyed her, removed my clothes and sat naked before her, wanking my cock and beginning to confess what thoughts had gone through my mind. Jill thrived upon it, loving my arousal, my anger and, finally, my humiliation. She teased me with occasional comments throughout.

“I wish he was here now,” was one. “I should’ve stayed the night with him and let him fuck me while you went home,” was another. She played the torment with such expertise. “How annoyed are you, baby, that you don’t even get to fuck my pussy while I give him my mouth, my pussy and my ass?”

“I’m out of my mind,” I said.

“Good boy.” Jill confiscated her conscience and liberated her lust, gyrating her pussy on her hand, and gushed abruptly over the edge of the sofa.

The image was too much for me and I came hard into the palm of my hand.

She giggled. “I like what I’ve turned you into…” Jill licked her sticky fingers. “An obedient little cuck.”

I looked down, deflated, then an inner defiance grew and I met her gaze. “Is that it finished, Jill?”

Her thumb was embedded in her mouth. “What?”

“You and him,” I said. “Is that your fun over?”

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About vtvaughn

Author of erotic fiction. The Uncertain Cuckold and The Christmas Exhibition. Themes include 3somes, 4somes, domination, submission, voyeurism, exhibitionism and cuckolding.
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