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My Fiancee Takes An Older Man

By: Jackanory



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. It never ceased to amaze me how fantastic she looked without clothes on. She was slim with a voluptuous ass that I could always compare with the most stunning models in the world. 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, more than 2 and a half years older than myself.

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

Her pussy was shaven bald. That was something she had obviously done in the bath and without my prior knowledge. I loved it in all kinds of fashion, bald, hairy or cropped. She had a habit of taking the whole lot off when she intended to be naughty.

She pulled out a pair of boy shorts and slipped them up her legs until they were clinging to her hips and accentuating that magnificent rear.

"Do you remember that guy on the internet bought me these?"

I was erect. Her history of male admirers on the web was something we rarely talked about anymore. She had never met any of them, but she had plenty of fun and there were times when rewards were arriving through the post on an almost daily basis.

"You may masturbate over me," she said, eyeing me through the mirror. "But do not come."

I needed to wank, badly. She had enforced a sex ban for the last few days, saying she was saving herself. That I was not the man she was saving herself for sent shock waves to my loins.

"What about these?" She 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 that 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 teasing me and I was addicted to it. She rarely wore lingerie for me anymore, but she was certain she would for him. "I'm going to be for him everything you wish I'd be for you," she had promised.

We had a great relationship. An understanding one which few could appreciate or emulate. We could never say either of us had been unfaithful because everything we had ever done had been either with the others approval or so small it wasn't worth the hassle. We had occasionally swung with another couple. The girls sometimes did things together, my fiancée once even going as far as to 69 with the wife. We had few rules. If one of us went out we could pull another person, but only if no one we knew was there. We didn't often socialise outside of our home town and so it was on only a few occasions either of us had kissed someone else in our 6 years together. It was more something that we knew and had never played with. Once on a holiday we had been drinking too much wine and I was speaking to a woman, who confided she was a lesbian. I soon had my other half joining us and before long they were kissing. They kissed for most of the night and eventually disappeared into the ladies toilets for forty minutes. I was jealous only that I didn't get to watch, but loved the fact my fiancée had finally gone all the way with another woman.

"Is this cute?" she asked, giving a twirl.

"Very. You should put on your matching stockings."

She 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 the husband of the couple we had a habit of swinging with. He had told me of his desires for my fiancée for years, and she had often fantasised about having him to herself for a night. It was only since the couple's relationship had hit a particular rocky patch, of which we were not even sure of the depths or facts, that she and he had begun texting on a regular basis. They only did it during the day and often when both were at work. I got to read the messages and the arousal was tremendous. There was never a hint of jealousy, as this was one of my all-time greatest fantasies. What was happening was open and with permission. Occasionally my fiancée, and only very recently, had experimented with humiliating me about him. It was not something I had thought I would enjoy, but each time was mild and in the heat of the moment. My cock always grew to its hardest so it wasn't easy to deny my own enjoyment.

"I'm doing this for you as well," she had insisted earlier in the week when they made the final arrangements. We agreed certain rules and then she offered her darkest requirement. "You have to let me do this."

"Tell me what it is first."

"I might want a few minutes alone with him at some stage in the evening."

"To do what?"

She looked at 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 the time comes," she added.

She entered the bedroom, barking a reminder that I was not allowed to come. My eyes darted to her outfit. Her cruelty was mesmerising. My favourite outfit, which I often begged her to wear for me. A fantasy she rarely indulged.

"This is what I'm wearing tonight," she said. "And that's final."

She 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 evidently decided wasn't revealing enough. The g-string was cleverly worn over the suspenders for easy removal. She completed the look with a pair of the sluttiest red heels, which she had only ever worn once. I was jealous. It had finally been achieved. I pleaded with her to jerk me off.

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 on my fingers wrapped around my shaft. "If you dare come..." There was a silent threat. "I'll not be happy." Her words promised a punishment of more depth if I dared.

I couldn't help myself, the sight of her and the thoughts of the night ahead overwhelming. I came hard and in front of her. She watched each spurt, smiling.

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

As my orgasm subsided, I became clouded with doubts about what was to happen later that evening. I put it down to the fact I had just masturbated to a climax and that sooner or later my arousal would return. I noticed the smile on my fiancée's face as she gave the mirror a final glance. She was looking forward to the evening ahead.

The front door was knocked at 7:45pm. She had told him to be there at 8 and we suspected we had an unwelcome visitor.

"Whoever it is, get rid of them," she said. "I don't want anyone to see me in this skirt." She hid in the kitchen. "Except him." She giggled.

I opened the front door and it was our guest, eager and early. Sixteen years older than my fiancée, he was well-dressed, smiling and mannered as he handed me a bottle of wine. I welcomed him into the living room and told her who it was.

She entered the room, blushing, and they kissed on the cheek. The awkwardness had arrived and I believed we were all grateful when I was pouring the first of the glasses of wine. We had more bottles in the fridge and I expected there to be plenty drank before the night was out.

I had deliberately laid the remote controls and a newspaper on one of the sofas, indicating it was my seat and leaving them to sit together on the other. They made small talk together, him and I talked about the day's football results, she poured herself more wine, there were a few jokes. No one mentioned his wife, despite the fact we wondered if they were no longer together. The atmosphere began to change and she soon had her hand on his knee, her red nails dazzling under the light.

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 as a foursome flashing before my eyes. We had been drunk and played a stripping game. All four of us were finally naked, giving each other dares, but I badly needed to piss. So I went upstairs, took time to clean my cock at the sink as his wife had been crudely declaring her need to suck it. I perhaps took five minutes, nervous and trying desperately to pull myself hard again. I was young, nervous and alien to the world we had entered. When I entered the living room, my girlfriend, as she was at the time, was on her hands and knees, sucking his cock like a porn star. The wife was next to them, watching and encouraging her. She stopped only when she realised I had sat down.

I pissed, stopped, pissed some more and flushed. I washed my hands thoroughly. If something was going to happen perhaps it was best I left them for as long as possible. The night was still 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 down the stairs and opened the door. They were sitting together, doing nothing. My fiancée leaned forward and set down her glass. I sat down and made a comment about a referee's decision in the early kick-off. When I looked up they were kissing.

After only a few seconds they stopped and he reached quickly for the wine, pouring both him and her more. They drank, giggled and she made the next move, putting her arms around his neck and meeting his mouth in the middle. Their tongues entwined, there was a clear smile on her face, occasional moans and lots of kisses. This lasted much, much longer and I was straining in my trousers. The sight of my fiancée enjoying another man's tongue in her mouth was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I had no woman there to enjoy, no partner of his to swap with. I was not part of the equation and this was both different and exciting.

She came up for air after a few minutes and took another drink. He rubbed her leg, his fingers finding her stocking tops. She smiled to me, and I returned it. He had eyes only for her. She spread her legs for him and his hands travelled further up, under the skirt. She moaned the moment he began rubbing the outside of her g-string. I moved closer for a better look.

She ordered me to fetch her mobile phone, which appeared to surprise both him and I. He must have stopped touching her as her fingers suddenly wrapped around his arm and pulled him to her pussy.

"Get me my mobile... Now."

I was confused, but she was insistent and I had no reason to disobey her.

"Touch it like it belongs to you," I heard her say to him as I entered the kitchen.

When I brought the mobile back to the room they were kissing again, her g-string was pulled to the side and he had inserted a finger. Her eyes were shut and neither of them took any notice of me standing there with the mobile in my outstretched arm. I was ignored for what must have been at least 2 minutes while he manipulated her most delicious of inner sanctums. I had been reduced to a mere servant, forced the indignity of watching my wife-to-be have another man give her the pleasure she had refused to permit me for a week. But it was what I wanted. To watch another man with her.

"Thank you," she said, taking the mobile. Her fingers searched for something, appearing to scroll downwards, until she hit a button and put the phone to her ears. "Hello, I'd like to order a taxi."

Him and I looked at each other as she called out the name of the local pub. We thought this was to be a kinky night in. What was she planning? The frustration on his face may even have outstripped my own. She ended the call.

"Don't stop fingering me," she told him, and melted when he complied. They were kissing again within seconds.

She rubbed his crotch as I asked her why she had ordered us a taxi.

She giggled, then moaned as his fingers worked her into a frenzy.

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

She kissed him harder and nibbled on his lower lip.

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

The kiss was broken and she looked at me. "The taxi isn't for us, baby." She squeezed his cock through his trousers at the final word, teasing me with a phrase she usually reserved for me in private. "Its for you." She stood up and found the zip of her denim skirt. "I am 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. There were no words of protest on my lips. The room was amok with betrayal, with punishment, with sex.

She pulled her skirt down and revealed that g-string clad ass in all its glory. I may as well have been foaming at the mouth. She had managed to transform my desires from wanting to watch him have his way with her to wanting her for myself. And I knew there was no way that was going to happen. She straddled him right before me, her ass a vision. Jealousy pumped through my veins like it hadn't threatened to in years. His hands were all over her backside, they were kissing again and she was rubbing 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," she told him.

"I will, I'll fuck you really hard," he replied.

I was desperate to see what would happen next. I couldn't leave. I just couldn't. Then it struck me. This was a set-up. I was supposed to fall for it. She hadn't ordered a taxi at all. It was just to turn me on. It was working. I needed to stroke my dick more than ever. She was into him like an animal in heat. The way she was kissing him suggested she had been waiting for this man all her life. I was irrelevant to her.

"I need your cock," she said. "I wish that taxi would hurry up."

I smiled. Every part of her effort for the evening was perfect. The elaborate hoax all the more thrilling because it had been her creation and for a few minutes I had believed it.

A horn triple-blasted outside.

"Oh, about time," she said.

My eyes went from her to the curtains and back again.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

She was dry-humping him and I was almost certain she whispered into his ear. My heart was beating faster and I had no choice but to peek out the window. There was indeed a taxi sitting at the end of the driveway.

"You really did book a taxi for me?"

She sighed, her frustration clear. "Yes. Now get out. This is your punishment." She rubbed his cock through his trousers and smiled. "Tonight I really do belong to him."

"Oh yes," he said, and gave her ass a playful spank and a squeeze.

To see him taking charge of her, my fiancée, was another step I hadn't planned. Yet there I was standing at the door, struggling to leave, and yet knowing that I would do whatever she wanted. I stared. I wanted her to let me stay, or at least compromise and tell me to wait upstairs for a while. She whispered. Definitely this time. He looked at me, then whispered something back to her, his hands on her waist now in a complete display of ownership.

She turned her head to me, her eyes erotic and devilish. "You can... Leave... Now."

"But-"

"Go. Have a few drinks and unwind. He wants me to himself and what he wants he gets." She kissed him and didn't look at me again. "He's the man of the house when he's here." Their lips met again. "Aren't you?" she asked him.

"Yes I am," he said, and his hands travelled to her ass cheeks, mauling her flesh.

I was staring.

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

I was reluctant, almost terrified to leave, but her tone insisted this was what she wanted. And badly. I found the handle of the door and opened it. As I entered the hall I allowed the living room door to gently close over behind me, watching her in his arms one last time.

I heard her call out before it shut, "Don't forget to lock the front door. 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. I knew my mind would never focus on any conversation and I wanted to be left alone. Such thoughts I had going through my mind. That image she had planted.

I ordered a pint of beer and found a table. I took out my phone 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 my fiancée, writing out several beginnings but neither finishing nor sending anything. 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 clock on the phone told me I had been away for over half an hour. It would take no longer than that to drink a second beer. How long was I supposed to be away 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 on her. I thought of my fiancée, 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 and 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. The tease was the best and worst part of the excitement. It certainly added to the roller coaster of emotions. My jealousy was alive and well. I was not thrilled that my girl, my woman, my slut – oh now it was true more than ever – was with someone else and I wasn't there to watch. My cock was hurting, struggling for release. I fixed myself as best I could under the table, hoping not to draw unnecessary attention.

I finished the second beer and wondered whether I should leave. She 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 could handle that.

I stood up and held my mobile in front of my crotch. It would look like I was going outside to make a phone call, and it would hide my erection. Which was when I decided what to do next.

There were no taxis available for another hour, I was told. I asked was there anyway I could share a taxi with someone leaving the pub in the next hour. The woman on the end of the line checked. There was none booked to go or come from where I was. I hung up. My frustration only added to my arousal. There was music pumping from 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. I considered that they would make for a welcome distraction. Then I thought of my fiancée, conjuring an image of her getting fucked doggy style.

I started the walk home. Twenty minutes or so it would take.

When I got home it had been raining heavily for the last 5 minutes. I put my key in the door. But it wouldn't open. I tried again. It became clear that someone had locked it from the inside and left the key in. My jealousy stirred to new heights, this humiliation bordering upon insulting. Whatever was happening inside she didn't want me barging in.


My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 02



This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. You can read about that in part 1. Part 2 will not make much sense without reading the previous. She has overstepped the mark and humiliated him. He is torn between his anger and his arousal. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it.

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When I returned to the conservatory she was no longer in his 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. Even that 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 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," he continued. "Remember that."

I locked the door behind him and raced into the conservatory, desperate to give her the dirty fucking she so crudely deserved. She had so blatantly and deliberately turned herself into a whore that I was determined to show her just who she really belonged to. It was another part of the night we had agreed upon. That after he left she would be mine again and I would fuck her while she recounted the evening. Especially, I hoped, the parts where I was excluded.

She was already standing when I entered, holding her arms up. "Baby, I know what you're wanting to happen now, but I can't. 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. 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... Even years when I thought about it. When telling her my fantasies I had often found the biggest turn on was to be humiliated by her in front of him. I did not mean anything cruel, though, and a part of me did feel hurt at being excluded for hours. There was also a raging erection which dictated otherwise.

"Come to bed," she said. "Its late and we can talk in the morning."

I couldn't get to sleep that night. Her body was lying next to mine, the heat and her scent a constant distraction. I needed to hammer her juicy, wet pussy. There was no chance. When I tried to touch her, she groaned and pushed me away. She was naked, her ass jutting out against my erection. There was only one thing for it. I waited until I was sure she was asleep, then I sneaked downstairs and thought about what had happened. It was such a relief when finally I stroked myself in private. I had been aroused for too many hours without pleasure. 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 her mobile phone lying on the table before me. Curiosity had me leaning forward to check it. I was surprised to see there was an unread text from him. I had a dilemma. If I opened it, it would no longer appear as unread and she would know I had seen it. I wrestled with my emotions for a few 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 about coming down next weekend?"

I came within half a minute. What plans was she making behind my back? What kinky sex games had they played when I was away? Quite evidently they had enjoyed more than an average fucking session. I couldn't believe it. Would she tell me? I set her mobile down on the table again, cleaned up and went back to bed, groping her naked ass as she slept.

It was afternoon when we awoke. Or rather she 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.

She 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 and 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 by him doggy style and I could almost hear her screams in my head. "I want to know everything," I said.

She 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 her by her 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.

She 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, as hard as it ever could.

"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." She shut her eyes. "I just wanted to be his and not yours for a night."

"Oh God," I said.

"He mauled me." Her pussy was loving her fingers.

I yearned to touch her, but touching myself while she told me what happened was too good.

"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?"

She 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 that little cunt of hers.

"No, baby," she said. "Not yours, not now."

My inner reaction came as a surprise, given my more forceful mood. I felt rejected, but I actually enjoyed the feeling and welcomed it. "But there's no one else here."

"I want you to fuck me with the black dildo. I want to imagine its someone else, someone big."

My cock and balls ached for her moist insides. "Just let me fuck you."

"No!" Her pussy was spread open. So inviting. Just not for me. "I want the dildo."

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 her pussy. I crawled towards her and rubbed the head up and down her lips.

"That's it, baby."

I continued to tease, allowing her juice to coat the tip, then I slid it up to 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. But 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 it 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 into her cunt, being deliberately rough. I treated her like a common slut from the streets. She moaned, shut her eyes and raised her hips to meet it, gagging for more. I worked it in and out at an incredible rate. I had rarely heard so much noise from her. "What are you thinking about?" I demanded.

"Last night."

"More." I slackened the pace as a warning that I was in control now. It was my way or not at all.

"About his cock inside me, fucking me good."

I reached down and found my own cock, giving myself a good tug as I worked the dildo into her.

"He had me in so many positions. It was so fucking good, baby." She was nearing her orgasm. "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." As suddenly, it was over. She slammed her legs shut and locked the dildo still.

"Can I fuck you now, baby?" I asked, my cock ready to shoot load after load into her.

She opened her eyes. Her chest was heaving. "Come here," she said, reaching her arms out to me. She pulled me down on top of her, my hard cock resting between her inner thigh and pussy. "Just hold me for a bit."

Rejection. On one side anyway. Desire on the other. I was denied her sexually, but emotionally she wanted me.

"I love you so much." We were kissing again, tongues entwined. "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? Did he not have you in a load of positions?"

She blushed, neither admitting nor denying it. "I love your hugs." We lay there for twenty or thirty minutes, my fiancée enjoying the emotional closeness between us. Her kisses ranged from slow and intimate to fiery and passionate.

My cock was hard against her the whole time. Not once did she touch it with her hands, never mind even mention it. In the silence between us there was one image in my mind. I had to mention it. "Did you really let him cum inside you?" I already knew the answer, despite my disbelief.

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I'm so ashamed."

I kissed her. "Don't be. I encouraged you to go for it with him. Its my fault. I kept telling you to do whatever you wanted with him."

She opened her eyes again. "I'm sorry. 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 was right against her moist lips. I believed it was finally going to happen. Her pussy was going to open up and let me in. "He's single now," she began. "He told me he and his wife are living apart."

"What happened?" I asked.

"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. It was strange what he did say." She looked me right in the eye. "He said their swinging had boiled out of control."

The dangerous realities of the world my fantasies worshipped. I felt excitement.

"I'm not unhappy they're not together anymore," she said.

There was silence for half a minute as the depths of that statement sank in. "Why?" I asked.

"I never fully enjoyed sharing you with her. I prefer it to be all about me. Whether its him 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. It was obvious to my conscience what I wanted.

She stretched and threw back the duvet. "We'll see, I'm not making any promises." She stood up 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 she. In fact, she didn't seem to go near her mobile all day. I was disheartened. Smack back in reality. Welcome 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 she 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.

HER - "Ur naughty. I didn't ask xx."

HIM - "You change your mind?"

HER - "I'm not sure xx."

HIM - "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."

HER - "I like you too xx."

HIM - "If I was there I'd be kissing you right now."

HER - "Who said I'd let u? Just kidding. I wish you were here now xx."

HIM - "Me too. I wish it was me fucking you all day today. He doesn't know how lucky he is."

HER - "I didn't let him fuck me xx."

HIM - "Really? Why not?"

HER - "I'm saving myself. Night night xx."

There was no reply from him. I wondered had there been more and she had deleted them. It appeared not. The time of her 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 the night before. She 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 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 she was already up, confirming my suspicions that the sex ban was to continue. I shook my head. 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 another day. I kicked my legs out of bed.

Strangely, she was not downstairs either. I checked the calendar. There were no appointments made and she hadn't mentioned anything the day before. I called her on my mobile, but it just rang and rang until eventually it cut off. I tried again. I must have spent a total of four of five minutes standing there, listening to the repetitive dial. I was becoming paranoid. I was being stupid. Of course she wasn't with him. It was just my imagination working overtime.

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

The minutes ticked by.

Beep! Beep!

I hit read. "I'm fine, just out at a friend's house."

When she came home her 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. Finally, I repeated my ritual of checking her phone when she went to bed. Not only were there no new texts between them, but the old ones had been deleted. That did heighten my suspicions. Suddenly she was being careful.

She 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 indulges.

"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."

She may well have hit the nail on the head and, really, I couldn't argue. But despite my growing fondness for humiliation on some levels, I couldn't have her talking to me like that. She 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 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.

She 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 and redden 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!"

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. The resistance to male domination. She knew full well I had no reason to sleep. No occupation to confine me to a bed time. I could hold her there all night if the mood took me. The walls of her defiance had to be closing. I smacked her hard again. She squirmed unlike any time before. "Please stop," she said, a sound of hurt in her voice.

"Say it."

Silence.

"Last chance."

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.

Strangely, I felt as if I had been defeated. I had to stop and release her. The rules were clear. 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 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, 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 Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 02



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 in my company. Not necessarily, I realised. I hadn't checked her incoming calls. Within seconds it was confirmed that the last call to or from her phone had been the 16:46 call to him. But I had new information too. He had called her at 12:58, even before her lunch break began. I wondered how long that call lasted, and what they were discussing. She couldn't have seen him. Surely not. Her lunch only lasted 30 minutes, and she was still expected to answer the work phone.

My thoughts wandered into further wonders and within a couple of minutes I was masturbating again, angry and aroused at what she had reduced me to. No matter what control or domination I attempted to exercise, she was the truly conniving mistress. A fantasy I had often conjured about her.

I didn't last long. The images in my mind graphic. Of him and her.

She 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 they were not tights she was wearing. They were 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 I didn't hesitate.

"That's what he 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.

Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. She bit her lip, her smile widening. "I just couldn't."

Liar, I thought, and enjoyed the feeling. The betrayal. The secret. I pulled her panties to the side and my fingers played with her pussy, encouraging more tales of her Saturday night sexual shenanigans. I was delighted when she didn't reject my advances.

"He was so much better than he'd ever been before. He really let himself go with no one else was around. Especially now his wife's off the scene."

She 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, 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 a slut with him again. I wish he was here right now. I'd suck his cock so good while you eat me."

I started to undo my jeans. "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."

"But-"

"I'm not discussing it. You're not fucking me."

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

"I know what you're thinking. 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?" I asked.

She nodded, though still I was uncertain if this 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," 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?"

She 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 she was bent over the sofa, her skirt up round 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. Fuck me with that while I think about what he did to me, baby."

She was sensational, hurting and healing me with statements and images. A part of me wanted to be nasty in return. I came behind her and rammed the black dildo 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 him 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 suddenly she complained it had started hurting her and banned it 18 months earlier. With her ass being so sexy, so fuckable, I often pleaded for her to let us try again. To imagine that she contemplated giving it to him 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. Would you have been angry?"

"Yes," I admitted too easily.

She 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. She gushed juices over the dildo, but I wouldn't stop. More juices flowed until finally she shook with her climax. She put her hand on the dildo and tried to stop me. I resisted for a few torturous seconds. Then relented and watched her lie back in a slump.

"I love you," she 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 was also eager for the answer to be sexual, to be challenging, to be exciting.

"He's single. 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, 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, and I knew then that there was more to this than she was going to tell me. "Well... I want to go to his house this weekend."

I thought about what that meant. My sexy wife-to-be who was denying me my sexual privileges heading to another man's home with only one intention. To be fucked. I was reluctant. Yet I knew if she pleaded I would cave in.

"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."

She smiled. "I have one condition. We will only go if you do not fuck me before then."

There was something attractive about her denials. They were cruel. But they aroused me. "Okay." I went to place a finger on her clit.

She caught my hand in hers. "You can't touch me either. Unless I expressly request it."

I nodded, then shook my head. This was crazy. "I have one condition of my own."

She shot a harsh glance.

"I get to dress you."

She smiled. "Okay, but if it is anything ridiculous I will refuse to wear it."

"It won't be."

"Do you have any ideas?" she asked.

"I do." I paused. This was my fantasy. If she didn't like I would be crushed. "I want you to dress as close as you can to a dominatrix."

She looked surprised. "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. 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 him, though. I like being submissive for him. He's a real man."

"You'll be dominating me in so many ways."

She laughed. "Yes, baby, I suppose I will." She planted a smacker on my lips. "Roll on Saturday."



My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 03



This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. You can read about that in part 1. In part 2 she has denied him full sexual intercourse and has arranged for them both to go to her lover's house. He is torn between his anger and his arousal. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts. I can't include everything so please do not be offended if something you suggest is not used.



By Friday night, the night before our planned visit to his house, she was having half a bottle of wine to herself and I could tell it was hitting her. She was teasing me about masturbating, saying it was obvious I was relieving myself at night. I said nothing. 

"What a shame you have a fiancée who won't attend to your needs, that you need to sneak downstairs to play with yourself." She 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."

She shook her head. "I need a man that knows when he's hard. Without hesitation."

I pleaded for several minutes. Then begged for more. I yearned for that pussy. I contemplated getting on my hands and knees, showing my complete dedication for her and to ask approval to worship her with my tongue if nothing else. I even stupidly told her I was prepared to go so far.

She sipped the end of her wine and shut her legs tightly together. "Your sex ban continues."

* * * * *

We were both awake early on Saturday. I didn't mention the evening. She had made the plans all on her own and I was privy to very little. She said nothing about it either and I went so far as to wonder whether the whole thing was a hoax, part of some sexual mind game she was developing.

I was watching the full-time results in the football when I decided to take a piss. It was almost 5 o'clock in the afternoon and still there had been no mention of later. I trudged up the stairs and pushed open the door to the bathroom. She was sat on the edge of the bath, legs spread, and shaving her pussy. I stared at her, loving her attention to grooming.

"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," she said.

I was staring at her pussy, wanting it so much. She 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 confirmed that I did.

"Tell me them."

I sighed. "I am 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, it means you can get close to this pussy."

I kneeled between her legs, inhaling the freshest of scents from her. Her lips were beautiful. They looked tender, untouched. Clean and eager for worshipping. I took the razor in my hand. She guided it to a spot below her pussy.

"Be extremely careful. 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."

I tended to her body, being gentle and caring. Her pussy stared right at me. My heart was beating hard and my cock throbbed in my trousers.

"And make no mistake about it, baby, I will be getting fucked tonight. Think about it. How you'll finally get to see what you missed last week."

I fought the temptation to touch her. My resistance was much stronger than I imagined. Only because I knew I couldn't cope with a further denial. The thoughts of her leaving me at home so she could travel to his house for a night of sex without me was torturous. "I want you so bad right now," I confessed, handing the razor back to her.

She spread her legs further. "If you take me now, I'll not stop you."

"But you'll punish me for it later."

She smiled. "Its your choice. What do you want more? To fuck me here or watch me later?"

I was frozen before her. Her pussy ever so delicious. I had to fight the urge to dive in. This required serious thought. If I finally fucked her she would be off without me later. I couldn't guarantee she would even come back the same night. I knew what way her behaviour was changing. I needed to chaperone. I backed away.

"A real man wouldn't even think about it, baby."

I lost all control and dived forward. Her hand blocked her pussy.

"Good things come to those who wait, though." She took her hand away, exposing all that I desired. "If you are patient, you will be rewarded."

I ran my hand over my head, confusion rife. I didn't know how much more of these games I could take. She had complete control over me. I would do anything she wanted. I couldn't think for myself anymore.

"Too late, baby." She stood up. "Offer rescinded."

I watched her march out of the bathroom, her slim naked form a beautiful picture. Her firm ass swayed as she walked and I followed her to the bedroom like a lapdog.

"Would you like to help me dress?" she asked.

"I've already told you what I want you to wear tonight," I argued.

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

* * * * *

I drove to his house. She sat next to me in a short denim 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. We had agreed on a lacy black thong for underneath.

"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, baby."

"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?"

Her eyes were shut and her silence continued.

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

"This is wrong," she said. "I promised him 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. 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 back to the steering wheel and I narrowly avoided him.

"That was close," she said.

"I know, that idiot nearly caused an accident."

"I didn't mean that." She pulled her 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. Its his."

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

* * * * *

The conversation was more cordial than awkward when we arrived. As I expected, she was quiet and he directed most of his words at 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, she on vodka and pure orange juice. She was first to the toilet.

"She's looking stunning tonight," he 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. 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 and I obeyed her.

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 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 had to admit to being more than a little surprised to find them kissing, her with her back to me. His 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 in her mouth. His hands pulled her skirt up at the front and revealed that beautiful, shaven pussy of hers. 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."

She 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 him.

"By all means, please."

She 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.

He excused himself for the toilet and my fiancée and I were left alone. I asked her if she was okay.

"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.

She 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 them ever being 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 she 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.

He entered the kitchen with his head down. She stuck her left leg out and blocked his way past, then she put her right leg to the other side of him. With her boots wrapped around his waist, she pulled him closer. He glanced at her pussy. It became a stare. An erotic, defining moment was occurring. He was transfixed.

"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. Its in a bag under the table. Can you grab it for me?"

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

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I think its time I got dressed up for my men." She stood up from her stool and fixed her skirt, concealing her moist pussy at last. "Would you like to come upstairs with me and help me dress?" She was talking to him.

His eyes lit up and he immediately replaced his beer on the table. "Absolutely," he said.

She took him by the hand and led him to the stairs. She glanced a wicked grin at me until she was out of sight. I had no doubt this was my punishment for licking her pussy without her expressed permission.

I waited at first patiently, 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 her 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 in my jeans. 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.

She entered the kitchen first, holding his hand. She was dressed just as I had instructed. Her corset was sheer black, see-through to reveal her nipples and pussy lips. It tied around her neck and was buckled down 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 accentuated every inkling of the word.

She wiped her lower lip with her forefinger. "I think he's gonna need a half hour's rest."

He walked past the stools, rather sheepishly. It was obvious she had given him a blow job up the stairs. I didn't mind. I had known she would punish me for my tongue straying. Perhaps subconsciously I had even done it deliberately.

She downed half a glass of wine and turned to me. "You've been a good boy this week, baby." She unbuckled my belt and began to undo my fly. "Its 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. Back and forth she went, faster and faster. She was a woman possessed, loving every second and every inch. After a couple of minutes she let it go, a trail of precum and saliva running from my head to her lips. She planted her lips firmly around it and sucked up the precum. I couldn't believe the transition.

"Holy fuck," he said, watching our slut do her thing.

Her hand wrapped around my shaft. She gripped it hard and looked to him as she wanked me. "Do you like watching?" she asked him.

He nodded, unable to find any words.

"Good, I love to show off." She put my head back in her mouth and licked it all around. She was still wanking me furiously and I knew I couldn't last much longer if she kept it up. "I love your cock, baby."

She was truly wonderful, knowing exactly when to speak and when to suck. Her expertise was unrivalled. 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 of me. 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.

She 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. Its the moment you've been waiting for."

Finally, I thought. My cock had been aching for her pussy for over a week. She came towards me, her fingers already playing with that clit of hers. I wanted her so much. 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 him, bent over and slipped his into her mouth.

I wanked as I watched. She 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."

She moaned into his cock, then released him. She looked at me first, then him, when she spoke. "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.

She twirled before me and shoved her pussy to his crotch. "Fuck me now. I need a hard cock inside me."

He 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. He stared at her as he fucked her, loving every single second. Her 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 hair and shoving my cock back and forth in her mouth. She seemed to love being taken roughly at both ends, meeting every stroke and fighting for more. I leaned back to admire her, my eyes taking in the image of her dressed like such a slut in those boots. She moaned and pulled my cock deep into her mouth again. She took every inch of it, then I held her tight against me. Her bright red lips were locked around the base of my cock. She was trying to pull away. I held her. She was gasping for release. I locked her down. He fucked her harder, realising what was happening. She tried to push me with her hands. It only made me more determined. I knew she would be angry. She was far beyond her comfort zone.

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




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"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 into her mouth again. 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 saliva. Her tongue massaged every part of the head, but she wouldn't suck it. When I tried to hump her mouth, she ceased all activity completely. She pushed my cock out altogether and licked underneath the shaft. She planted a long, loving kiss on the tip, then looked behind her.

"Take me into the living room," she said to him. "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. Her legs parted immediately for him. Such obedience. Diligence. Decadence. His mouth found her clit and his fingers worked her pussy. I walked around to her head and placed my cock over her lips.

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

I was frozen for a few seconds. I watched his mouth worship her sex. He really 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 hard. 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 the ultimate show of defiance. If I thought that was defiance, I had no idea what was to come.

He climbed between her legs, lifted her slightly and slid a cushion under her ass. Her pussy was all his to take. He was slow, taking his time to tease her. He placed his cock on her lips and rubbed it back and forth, enticing her to beg.

"Please fuck me," she said.

He rubbed her clit with his circumcised head.

"Oh God, you've no idea what you're doing to me." She pulled him down to her by his neck and their tongues entwined.

Within seconds her charms had worked wonders, for he was shoving his cock in and out of her pussy. I just watched. It was intoxicating. 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 lips taking this other cock. To let it burn a permanent place in my memory.

He was grunting as he fucked her, and nuzzling her neck. She 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."

He lifted her and spun her round in a swift motion, her midriff landing on the cushion. He pulled it down, forcing her ass into the air. He dived in and licked 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," she told him. "Give him a better view." At least she hadn't forgotten me completely.

He spread her ass and looked at me watching. He was smiling, then he dived his tongue back in. He lapped up every centimetre of her he could find. His fingers found her pussy and wiped her juices into her anus. One finger began to work in and out. I couldn't believe she was allowing him to even touch her there, never mind enter. She jutted herself back for more.

"Oooooh, that feels so good."

"Its time you got fucked again, little girl," he said, and placed his palms around her waist.

She moaned something incomprehensible, but in obvious pleasure. She was lying with her face down and her ass in the air, just waiting for him to enter. When his cock finally stuffed her pussy he held her face down so each additional word she uttered was muffled. She wasn't always a fan of rough play, but with him it appeared she craved 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 those nipples in a manner I would never be permitted. She grunted something.

"What is it?"

She said it again, but I couldn't make it out.

"Beg for it," he insisted, still ramming his cock into her from behind.

"Finger my ass as you fuck me, please."

"Please, who?"

"Please, sir!" she shouted.

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

I wondered if her craving of her fingers was a need for something bigger. "Would you like me to join in now?" I asked her, my hard cock in my hand.

She managed a "No," but it took all her might to find the sound in her throat.

He continued to bang her hard and probe her ass with one finger. He was doing a thorough job on her pussy, showing stamina of a man half his age. I supposed experience was hard to beat. It was one thing to watch another man fuck my wife-to-be. It was completely another to watch him fuck her so well. I doubted there was anything she wouldn't let him to do her.

"Sir," she struggled. "Give... Me... A... Nother... Finger... Please!"

His grunted reply was closer to a laugh, though he began to stretch her asshole with a second finger. He slowed his fucking of her as he did so. When her ass became more open to him he resumed the pace and her shrieks of pleasure returned.

I had to be careful as my own response was a realisation that this situation was bringing me close again to the brink of coming. I couldn't afford to. To watch the events unfold while erect and aroused was just tolerable. I couldn't imagine coming in front of them and then having to spectate. She 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. She whimpered and shot her head round to face him. He dragged the corset past her waist, over her hips and finally down her legs and past her boots. She was now naked before us but for the boots. He took a few seconds to bask in her beauty.

"What are you waiting for? Put it back in. Please, sir."

When she called him that the hairs on my arm stood on end. He leaned over her 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 eagerly searched 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 they were exchanging. My eyes were distracted by his balls slapping against her 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.

She mumbled a barely audible confirmation.

"Louder," he insisted.

"Yes, sir."

"Tell us what it is you want." He playfully smacked her ass cheeks. "Tell us you want these three fingers in your ass."

"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. He had stopped fucking her. None of us appeared to know what way to take this new level. I wanted to object. She had enforced a ban on anal sex between her and I for eighteen months. I wasn't about to give him my permission. I fought for the right words. Although I didn't want to come across as the spoilsport.

"Please," 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.

He leaned back from her. I believed he wanted to say something to me. But yet he didn't. It was one thing to be caught up in the moment. Yet quite another when the moment elevates and conscience kicks in. He just watched her.

She 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. "Its the best way to give me the most pleasure."

He deliberately kept his eyes from me as he took up a position behind her. He brought his cock to her groin.

"No, please. Not my pussy. Get up higher and slowly put it in my ass."

I was humiliated. Her game was going too far. I loved sharing her and enjoyed her dominance of me. But... I watched him shift his position above her and direct his cock at her anus. She spread her cheeks for him. I couldn't wank anymore. My balls were close to exploding. My loins loved 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 expected.

"Yes, fuck it. Fuck it now."

I couldn't believe the positivity in my chest when she said that. Once the prospect had been dangled before me, I wanted to see it.

He rubbed her 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. He pushed the tip of his cock against her anus. There was a natural resistance. I recalled my own experiences entering her and how a slow start brought great rewards. He popped in much quicker than I anticipated.

"Oh fuck," she 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.

She gave a positive murmur. Within a couple of seconds she was reduced to a whimper when he began to pace himself out and in again. She dropped her chest and face onto the sofa, quivering as he had her most precious of areas. "Go deeper," she encouraged. 

He obliged, re-crowning her an anal slut. It was bad enough that her pussy had been denied to me for over a week, but that ass had been off limits for a year and a half. I estimated he was managing to stuff half of his length inside her now, but my view was obstructed.

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

"Sort of," I replied, frankly.

She cried in passion as he humped her. "Come over and watch him going in and out of me."

I stood up and walked over to them, lowering my head behind. His cock was entering her faster with every stroke and he was almost balls deep in her. The noises from her should have been a clue, but still I was surprised. He pulled his cock all the way out of her. Her hole was gaping wide. He shoved it back in again and she screamed.

"Oh fuck yes, do that again," she pleaded.

He proceeded to several times repeat the procedure, occasionally pulling out of her long enough to entice her begging. There was nothing more humiliating than watching the woman I was supposed to be marrying 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, thank him for fucking my ass. You've fantasised about this for years, baby. Thank him. Fuck, that's it!" Her fingernails dragged along the leather of the sofa as he dropped the playing 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.

Her body shook under the intensity of his fucking. She was gone, head spinning and body on another level. He pulled his cock out of her and without even 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 come and come. When he finally finished she looked like she had been the star of a gang bang film and everyone had decided to cum on her.

There was an awkward silence. He and I were stood behind her, neither able to look at the other. She remained in the same sexual position, making no effort to discover dignity.

"I'll get some paper towels," he said, and headed to the kitchen.

I looked at her. She had turned her face to see me. She was smiling, although rather sheepishly. "Baby, can I ask you a favour?" she said.

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, I'll tell you later. Please, just give me ten minutes."

He entered the room with the towels and kneeled over her back to clean his cum from her body. He started on the 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. 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 and I needed relief. It was slight, my balls remaining bloated and my erection refusing to disappear. 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, but there remained an inch or so of a gap. I could hear them talking.

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

She giggled. "The idea is tempting, sweetie, but I've no wish to hurt him."

"Neither have I. Its just you're so incredibly sexy. Please come down on your own soon."

"I'd rather do everything in the open, with him there to watch or join in."

He cleared his throat. "Ask him for his permission, you know he'd would allow you."

"You are bad."

Then there was silence, broken only by the faint sound of their lips locking. I decided to catch them unaware and walked in. They were still kissing. He tried to stop, but she wouldn't let him. He relented, but his awkwardness was obvious.

"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, it wasn't supposed to be like that."

"Its okay," I insisted. "I've no problem with it."

"See," she said, and proceeded to kiss him for several minutes in front of me. She tongued him with such adoration. Like a couple on a honeymoon. She was still wearing only her boots and his hands couldn't help but stray. When she was finished kissing him she announced that she wanted a taxi ordered and headed upstairs to dress for its arrival.

He and I attempted to talk while she was out of the room. He apologised again for doing things with her when I was upstairs. I waved my hand to him and said I was not offended. I had to expect these things to happen and they did not anger me. He admitted he really liked her.

"I can't wait to see her again," he said. "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 and excused myself.

When I reached the top of the stairs, she 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 intended her bout of exhibitionism for his eyes. I approached her and slipped my fingers into her warm, wet cunt. I was relieved she didn't stop me. She stifled a moan and rested her head between my shoulder and neck. We were quiet, deliberately so. For a moment it felt like we were cheating on him downstairs. 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 jutted out for my attention and I massaged her wetness around her crack.

"This is so wrong," she said, and I wondered if she was experiencing the same emotions regarding him. That the lines of who she belonged to were beyond a blur. They were now criss-crossed into 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 in his bedroom? I was increasingly aroused by the thoughts of betrayal.

I turned her to the bed and bent her over. With both hands, I spread her ass cheeks. Her anus was right before my eyes. It was clearly stretched from earlier. My turn had arrived. I grabbed my hard cock and gently eased it against her opening.

"Taxi's here!" he shouted up.

She jumped the moment she heard his voice, all too reminiscent of the way a cheating wife would act if her husband were to catch her. Who did she belong to now? She grabbed her clothes and began to pull them on quickly. I watched in disappointment. My window of opportunity had disappeared.

* * * * *

We sat together in the back of the taxi. Her skirt barely covered her ass and within seconds I was playing with her. She made small talk with the taxi driver. It soon transpired they had known each other 15 years earlier. They spent the entire journey chatting and laughing about old times. The fingers of my right hand spent the same amount of time going in and out of her cunt. 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?"

She blushed and then pulled off her top, revealing her pert breasts and erect nipples. "I kissed him and..." She slid down her skirt. "Stuff."

"Stuff?"

She 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 entered the living room, taking me by the hand. "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, I need to fuck you. Give me your ass."

"Definitely not."

"Then your pussy, please."

She stared at me. "I order you to masturbate in front of me. 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 allow you even near me."

I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.

"Get naked, baby."

I obeyed her and sat naked before her, wanking my cock and confessing what thoughts had gone through my mind. She 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?"




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"I'm out of my mind," I said.

"Good boy." She fingerfucked herself hard and gushed over the floor.

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."

I looked down, then an inner defiance grew and I met her gaze. "Is that it finished?"

"What?"

"You and him. Is that your fun over?"

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My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 04



This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. You can read about that in part 1. In part 3 she begged her lover to fuck her ass in front of her fiancé, and he complied. The fiancé, torn between his anger and his arousal, has just asked her if her fun with the other man is now over. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts.

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She watched me, indicating no obvious or apparent answer.

"You and him," I repeated. "Is that your fun over?"

She beckoned me to sit next to her. She kissed me hard when I did. Her tongue ever so convincing of her love, despite everything else. "Let me ask you a question, baby? Does it still arouse you to watch me with him? Now, be completely honest."

"Completely honest... Yes, it does."

She stroked my balls. "Then my fun isn't over, baby." She continued to play with me for several minutes, coaxing my cock back to an erection.

"Suck it," I said, soft and encouraging rather than as an order or instruction.

She stood up. "Baby, I'm too tired. You can sit down here and masturbate, if you like. Or you can come to bed with me now. I'll dress sexy if you do."

I followed her to bed, lying under the duvet as she selected something to wear. I naively expected more of an effort, perhaps one of her outfits, but when she donned the skimpiest of her g-strings I could not complain.

She turned on her side, ass facing me. "You can stroke it and maul it, baby, if you like. You can think about what happened to it earlier."

I was erect.

"But no fucking," she insisted. "I'm tired."

I had another troublesome night of arousal and insomnia.

* * * * *

It was late morning the following day when she entered the living room. I basked in her beauty. Her hair was up in a clip, although she pulled off the look with magnificence. Her make-up was flawless. She wore a long, red coat, the buttons fastened at the front. There was another pair of sexy boots underneath. How I adored her in a pair of boots. The way her body swayed when she walked, her ass jutting out.

"He's on his way," she declared.

"What?" I demanded.

She sat down and crossed her legs, revealing the bare flesh of her perfect legs. "We've been texting this morning. I didn't think it was fair of me to expect you to get a taxi back down to pick up the car, so he's coming up here."

"And then what?" My eyes were drawn to those fine legs. "Is he giving me a lift to his?"

She giggled. "Baby, you are silly. He's picking me up. I'll drive the car home."

"Should I not come with you?"

She smiled at me. "That's not the plan."

I had to confess to her. "This is eating me up not getting to fuck you anymore, darling. I need you. There's nothing I want more than to bend you over that table and fuck your ass hard like he did last night."

"You're sweet, baby." She glanced out the window, then back. "But that was just a one-off. I got caught up in the moment. You have to respect my decision not to engage in anal sex anymore."

I had one card left to play. "Then pussy sex. You can't deny me that any longer."

She shot a fierce look. That ever rebellious nature I had long ago fallen for. That no man would tell her what she could or could not do. It calmed within seconds, then came the playful, naughty look I was becoming ever more confused by. "If you're not careful I might just refuse to have sex with you again until after we are married."

"That's insane!" I shouted.

She walked to the window and parted the blinds. "Its traditional."

"But-"

She turned to me. "There he is." She unbuttoned her red coat and hauled it apart, revealing what she was wearing underneath. "What do you think?"

I was speechless, shocked and amazed.

"I'd better hurry." She buttoned up the coat and kissed me a quick goodbye on the lips. "I won't be long."

The front door closed behind her. I watched her walk to his car in those boots, her rear swaying under the coat with every step. She opened the car door and leaned one foot into the passenger side, leaving the other dangling out for a few seconds. It meant her legs were parted for him. Suddenly the door shut. I stared, hoping they wouldn't kiss in our driveway. They didn't. I was spared a public humiliation and for that I was momentarily thankful.

The car drove off and I was left with an imprint of what she had flashed me under that red coat, my cock straining again in my jeans. I paced myself back and forth in the living room, my eyes never far from the clock. I allotted them 10-15 minutes, depending on traffic, to get to his. The same for her to return. When thirty minutes had come and gone, every passing minute was a minute I could attribute only to alone time between them.

The first hour passed and my thoughts focused on her open coat. She had been wearing a black lace babydoll outfit. I had never seen it on her before. It was a tight fit, covering her nipples, revealing her navel and barely hiding her pussy. The groin region was shaped like a hand, mauling her most intimate region. She had looked incredible in it.

My arousal and jealousy excelled. It was impossible to any longer contemplate that nothing would be happening between them. I pictured his fingers pulling the lace to the side and his tongue exploring her clit. Her words to him in my apparent absence the night before that she "had no wish to hurt me" would be sacrificial lambs to their desires.

Another thirty minutes passed. I imagined him pounding her cunt while she begged for it like a slut. My balls were aching. I needed release. I needed it inside her. Over her. Everywhere. My cum was meant for my fiancée's body, not another tissue. I sat down and reluctantly opened my jeans. There was only one manner in which I could enjoy the situation.

My hand was a rare pleasure, an escape from the sexual torment of her denial. I wanked normally for fifteen minutes, then came the dangerous thoughts of him having her ass. There was no question it was on the cards, despite her claims that it was a one-off. I knew what she was like, her personality addictive for anything she enjoyed. I had watched her, heard her and felt her the night before. She was an anal slut whore all over again.

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The car in the drive caught me off-guard. I rushed to pull up my jeans before she entered. The clock indicated she had been away for almost 2 hours. The dirty fucker!

She entered the living room, her hair clearly dishevelled. She looked in the mirror and gave a slight chuckle. She knew it too. Her eyes found mine. "Yes, baby?" she asked, mock innocence a commodity.

"Did anything happen down there?" I asked.

She smiled. "Of course, baby."

I couldn't help myself. I had to take her. I jumped from my seat and twirled her in my arms. I went straight for the buttons on her coat. To my surprise, she was non-resistant. She even smiled. I felt her flesh underneath as I reached the third and final fourth button. I pulled open her coat, her back to the window.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

She was naked underneath. Just a pair of boots and a coat. "Where's your babydoll?!?"

"In his bedroom." She took my hand and led me to the door. "Let's go upstairs and I'll tell you all about it."

I followed like a ridiculous lapdog, insisting to myself that this would be worth it. I would hear the gory details I so richly enjoyed, despite my conscience and fading self-respect telling me otherwise, and perhaps finally get to hammer her juicy cunt. 

"Strip naked and lie on the bed," she ordered.

I complied, leaving my clothes in a heap by the side.

"You really are untidy, baby. You could take a leaf out of my lover's book when it comes to domestics."

I stared back, genuinely not giving a shit about anything other than sex.

"Do you remember last night I asked you to leave the room so I could speak to him in private?"

I nodded.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs apart. Her pussy glistened, her nipples were erect. "I told him about your sex ban. He couldn't believe it. I asked him what he thought of it. He said he didn't know. I asked if he'd like me to continue it. He didn't feel it was his place to say. I told him I wanted it to be his place. I wanted him to take charge of me. So he did. He told me I wasn't to let you inside me before he has me again."

I wondered if he had fucked her that afternoon. If he had then she had completed her part of the bargain. She was free to fuck me again. I began to understand why I was lying naked on our bed.

"I promised I wouldn't. We agreed you and I can do some things together, at my discretion, but that we go no further than 69ing. I told him about the dildo and how I've developed a new fondness for having you fuck me with it. He was nearly coming again when I told him."

"Coming? Were you-"

"I was giving him a wank, baby, yeah. Sorry if I forgot to mention it. It didn't seem important. He didn't come in the end, dear help him."

"Dear help him? What about me?"

She smiled. "Baby, you've been having me any time you want for years. A few months of denial won't kill you."

"A few months!?!"

"Yes, now don't be immature about it. I'm testing your resilience to see just how much you really love me and really want to marry me. We'll see if I'm just sex to you now."

There was a lengthy silence between us. I couldn't fathom how to continue the conversation without descending into a full argument. Given her recent answer-for-everything attitude, I doubted I stood much chance of winning.

"And baby," she began finally, "if you do anything with another girl that will be the end of you and I."

"But yet you can do whatever you want with him?"

"You gave me your permission." She leaned over the bed and with one finger summoned me to her. "But you do not have mine." She kissed me, rough and with her tongue probing deep. "Remember how good these kisses are when you next doubt me. Remember how you used to love to fuck me and imagine how good it will be when you finally get to do it again." She pushed me back down on the bed.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now," she paused, her eyes staring at my erection with greed, "now I tell you about what I did today. You are to masturbate and you are to enjoy what I tell you. My plan is never to hurt you, baby. If you don't enjoy what I do, that is your fault. You opened Pandora's Box and now you can either love it or loathe it. But you cannot take control of what is no longer yours to determine."

I wondered were all of the words her own. Was he shaping her into his slut? Was he forcing her to learn lines to recite? "I want to enjoy it," I said, ashamed at how pathetic I sounded.

"Now, wank."

I gripped my manhood and jerked it under her watchful eyes.

"He has wanted me to himself again ever since that first night last weekend. I've resisted. I enjoy doing it in front of you, but after I pledged my faithfulness to him last night I realised I would have to go without sex until I next saw him. We didn't make any concrete arrangements last night and my pussy was on fire this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I said, eager to provide her with every inch of my cock.

"I'm not allowed to fuck you. You're of no use to me that way, right now." Her eyes were fixated on my cock. "Even though I'm dying to sit on you. Oh baby, this is too tempting. I should go downstairs and let you finish off on your own."

"No!" I shouted. "Tell me about today. I must know."

She was half-turned towards the door, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked so beautiful in that moment. I desired her so much that I knew then I had to endure whatever perverse sexual craze I had begun. I could never stop wanting her, nor needing her.

"Please," I insisted.

"Okay." She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed but her breasts exposed under her open coat. "We joked about in the car. He felt my legs and I kept fondling his dick through his trousers. He got hard surprisingly quick, considering I was only messing. He was pestering me to have sex when we got to his house. I was in two minds, but I knew what I was wearing and I loved the fact you knew. He didn't. I kept telling him in the car I wouldn't do anything without you there to watch."

My balls twitched and I stifled the urge to let go.

"When we got to his I got out of the car and headed for our car. He stood there watching me and asked what did I think I was doing. I was trying so hard to come home to you. But my pussy needed a cock. I thought the thoughts of you using the dildo on me would be enough."

"They weren't..." I teased the prospect that she had hurt me, to see what emotional response it would draw.

She looked away. Shame.

I enjoyed the shallow victory. "What happened next?"

"He came up behind me. I had the key in the car door, urging myself to turn it and drive home." She looked at me again. "He kissed me out there in the street, where anyone could see. I melted. I wanted him so much. I didn't care who saw."

We didn't know anyone else who lived in that area, but the sheer brazenness of their actions elevated my arousal. There was something dark and twisted about my deep desire of humiliation. When or where would it end?

"He asked me to come into his house and I said okay. Baby, I'm sorry, I said okay."

I paced my wanking, desperate not to blow my load before the end. Would she continue or halt under those circumstances?

"We walked hand-in-hand, him opening his gate and then his front door for me, allowing me to walk in lady first. He spanked my ass when I went past into his house."

"How long did he take to kiss you?" I asked.

"I kissed him the moment he shut the front door. I knew what I wanted and I knew the moment I left the safety of our car I was going to be his slut this afternoon. I knew it was wrong, baby, but my pussy was on absolute fire. We didn't bother with the living room or the kitchen. We were dry humping on the stairs. The curtains weren't even drawn. If anyone came up to the front door and looked in they would've seen."

"Tell me what they would've seen." I had to know every detail.

"He unbuttoned my red coat and devoured me on the stairs."

"He fucked you where anyone could've seen?"

"No, baby, he didn't fuck me. He licked and tweaked my nipples, he fingerfucked my pussy, my cunt, and he ate me while I spread my legs for him. I loved the thrill that we could be caught. I kept a constant eye on the front door, but I can't guarantee I'd have let him stop if someone had approached. The passion was too intense."

"Slut," I moaned.

"Tell me when you're going to come, baby."

"I will. But first, tell me more."

She smiled. "I came hard and gushed in his mouth. The way he licked up every drop was driving me crazy. I gushed again. He lifted me up and carried me to his bed. He took off my coat and stripped me out of the babydoll."

"Didn't he like it?"

"He said he did, but he keeps telling me his favourite outfit is the one I was born in. He was saying how beautiful I was as I lay on my back on his bed. He thanked me for coming in. I spread my legs and told him I needed him to come fuck me."

"I'm going to come," I confessed.

She wrenched my hands from my cock. My first fear was she was determined to sabotage my orgasm, to inflict yet further humiliation on me. My instinct was wrong. Her lips dived around the head and she sucked like the expert I have always known her to be.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

My balls seized for a second then released spurt after spurt into her beautiful mouth. Her eyes never left the task at hand. I was amazed at the sluttiness of her act, different to her usual manner of locking eyes with mine. She was swallowing and sucking the life out of me for more.

I protested that I was done, that she was killing me and yet still she refused to relent.

"I need more!" she declared, when finally she broke away. There was a trace of cum that ran from her lips. She caught it and forced it back into her mouth.

"Christ, darling," I began, "where the fuck did that come from?"

"I didn't get my fill earlier."

"Really?" I was shocked. Her story hadn't indicated any clue that she was unsatisfied by her lover. "How come?"

"In a minute." One of her hands was meticulously milking my cock, an unfamiliar craving for more cum flaming in her eyes. "Promise me you won't tell him what I just did. That I swallowed your cum."

"I thought you said you both agreed we could 69."

"I did, but I made a promise in the heat of the moment that I'd not swallow your cum. There was something so kinky about telling him I'd only swallow his, baby. I'm sorry. I just can't help myself. He brings out the slut in me and I just let go of all my inhibitions." She licked my cock, somehow finding more remnants of my cum. "I can't believe how much I'm enjoying being his slut while I deny myself to you. It gets me off so much. I think I'm past the point where I could prevent myself even if you begged me."

I wiped sweat from my brow. "Finish telling me about earlier," I pleaded.

"On one condition," she began, removing her coat.

"What's that?"

"I want you to eat my pussy while I tell you about it." She lay down next to me on the bed, wearing only her boots, and spread her legs.

"But I don't want to if he-"

"Baby, get your fucking mouth down on me before I impose more punishments on you or decide to humiliate you more."

I was reluctant, lying still beside her. I didn't want to taste him.

"Stop being a pussy." She pushed my arm. "Go down on me."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. She lifted one leg to allow me between her. I found her clit with one hand and rubbed it, the fingers of my other hand massaging the beautiful lips of her pussy.

She smiled. "He came around the side of the bed and stood next to my mouth. I sucked his cock for ages. I didn't even give him the chance to undress. I just had his trousers round his ankles, his dick in my mouth for... Oh God... It must've been half an hour solid." She looked down at me. "I can't feel your tongue, baby. Stick it on my clit."

I obliged, with the utmost of reluctance. If I tasted him on her I knew I would lose all my temper. She could not humiliate me this way. I was in no way into the taste of another man's cum on my wife-to-be.

"He played with my tits and my pussy occasionally."

I couldn't recognise any taste. Then again how would I know for certain? I decided to stop worrying. I was worshipping her sex. I could just relax and allow her story to turn me on.

"But the position meant most of the time was spent with him standing up with his cock going in and out, between my lips. Speaking of which, run your tongue up and down my pussy lips."

I was so far beyond my comfort zone. I could fathom licking her clit if he had been inside her earlier. Her clit was not her pussy. There was no reason for his cock or his cum to come in contact with it.

"Please, baby, worship me."

To have her beg me was my excuse not to comply.

"Don't ignore me, baby," she warned. "Can you wait til the wedding to do this again?"

I pulled my tongue slowly from her clit. "No, I can't wait."

"Then shove your tongue in there," she insisted, pulling apart her lips with her fingers.

I stared into her pussy, the moistness obvious. I worried he had been there. That he had cum inside her again. That she wanted me to taste him on her. I couldn't do it. "I can't," I said. "I can't do it. Not if he's been inside you again."

"Tell me why. Would you be disgusted that he had fucked me again behind your back?"

"Its not that."

"Good. Then explain."




My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 04



I sighed, her sex inches from my face and my cock growing from a semi to full hardness again. "I don't want to taste his cum."

"Lick me."

I didn't move.

"Trust me and lick me, baby. If you don't trust me, we've lost everything."

"But did he-"

"Don't ask me that again. I've told you to trust me. I won't allow you to do anything you don't want to. But you must do this for me. Lick my pussy or I am banning you all contact with it until after the wedding."

I urged myself forward until my tongue was between her lips. She tasted juicy. I hungrily ate her, loving her taste and her scent. I had to prove I was still great at eating her, that she couldn't live without me idolising her pussy.

She moaned her approval. "Good boy. You're very lucky, baby. You were skating on thin ice for a moment there."

I licked her harder and faster, desperate for her approval and hoping she would put me out of my misery. That she would identify if there were any foreign objects to her taste.

"I'd probably have put a ban on me sucking and wanking you too. Could you have imagined that? You'd have absolutely no sexual contact with me." She patted my head. "Remember, baby, the less I do with you, the more I'll have to do with him. So think twice before you refuse me again, okay?"

I managed an affirmative moan from between her pussy lips, my tongue prodding further into the unknown.

"I'll admit I was playing a game with him as I sucked his cock so eagerly today. A huge part of me wanted to make him cum right there in my mouth. I worked him so well, dying to finish him before he could fuck me. I was away from home from you and although it was exciting I didn't like that it might hurt you. Are you hurt, baby?"

I hesitated.

"Well?"

"No." Even I couldn't tell if I was lying.

"Oh, baby, I'm so relieved to hear that. I used all my best techniques on him, but he had such staying power. His fingers worked my pussy again, then he leaned down to give me a lick. I needed his cock inside me so much, I think maybe then I eased up on sucking his dick. It was so perfect in my mouth, I don't know how I relented." She grinded her cunt against my mouth, whilst her hands locked behind my head. "Then he said it was time for me to get fucked."

I struggled to free my mouth from her pussy. Her hands pulled me into her with all her force. This was not what I wanted. I couldn't eat him and her. I would be sick.

"My pussy went nuts at his announcement. I couldn't deny it. Not to him. Not to myself. And not to you, baby. This pussy you're eating right now, had to have his dick inside her."

I was still resisting her cunt and her hands, albeit without the upper hand.

"He climbed on top of me and with his cock in his hand went to shove it inside me. But, baby, you'll never guess what happened next..."

My head was a dizzy frenzy of possibilities.

"The doorbell went. He froze. I eased my pussy against his cock, but his head was elsewhere. I was lying there in his bed like a dirty, little, wanton slut and he was looking over his shoulder to the top of the stairs. The doorbell went again, then we both heard the voice through the letterbox."

"Who-?" She shoved my mouth back to her lips and I was no longer bequeathed by indisposition.

"Keep eating me til I cum in your mouth, baby. Another secret we'll keep from him."

I loved her defiance of his commands. That she would include me in them. That I still mattered to her in such an underhand tactic.

"It was his wife. The fucking bitch let herself in with her old keys. He had to rush downstairs to talk to her while I lay there naked on the bed, with my legs spread and absolutely gagging for it."

I redoubled my efforts. I was determined to make my fiancée cum in my mouth. The dirty, unfinished slut deserved it.

"I was so fucked off. Never have I went from needing it so bad to getting nothing in return. I had to put my coat back on and sneak out while they talked in the kitchen. That's why I left the babydoll there, under the duvet. I did it out of badness and as a warning to him in case he ended up taking her to bed."

"Let me fuck you," I pleaded.

"I'm tempted, baby, really I am." She thrusted her pussy against my tongue again. "But I've already broken a promise to him by swallowing your cum. I'm not ready to break another. Someday you can fuck me again. I look forward to it."

I brought my fingers to her pussy and fucked her with all my might, my tongue lapping up her little clit. My fingers had been well trained in her pleasure and if I wanted I could make her last all afternoon. Or, as she so richly required, I could have her gushing within a minute. I found her special spot inside, and milked that sponge for all her juice. Her body began to rock, her nails dug into my back and I released her clit from my tongue. I dived down to her pussy and licked her lips. Within a few seconds she was gushing juice into my mouth. It was incredible. There was such a vast quantity. I estimated a good couple of mouthfuls.

I wanted more and returned my fingers to her insides, to that sponge. Her hips tried to resist, but they were weak. It only took a few more seconds and her will subsided. I pulled and squeezed inside her, desperate for more juice to swallow. His loss was to be my joy.

"Oh God, baby!" she squealed, and the juice came hard, much of it squirting over my face as well as into my mouth. "No more," she complained.

"More," I insisted, several times.

I manipulated her body half a dozen more times until the bed, never mind my throat, was saturated in her juices. She rolled onto her front, complaining of exhaustion. My cock was hard and the sight of her hot, wet ass before me was temptation at its physical best.

"I want to fuck you so much right now," I said.

"Baby," she croaked, "you have no idea how badly I need a cock in me right now. Please don't tempt me. I made a promise. Don't force me to break it."

I came up behind her and placed my cock between her ass cheeks. "Were you specific about which hole you would deny me?" I gave myself a wank with her cheeks. Every few strokes or so I leaned down so the tip struck her anus. "It can be another little secret of ours." I found the juice from her pussy and wiped it over the crack of her ass.

She pulled away. "No, baby, my ass is sore from last night. Its my pussy I want fucked in and I meant I would deny you my pussy when I promised him." She was lying on her side, legs open and doing little to physically discourage me.

Her mobile phone beeped on her bedside table. My eyes were locked on it, dying for a clue as to the sender's identity. Her hand was across the phone and blocking the screen in a split second. Her face lit up when she opened it. Her eyes read and her fingers scrolled. My suspicions were of one person. Yet I knew I would be disappointed if it wasn't him. My addiction was her with him. No matter how frustrating their relationship had made mine with her. She smiled wide.

"Its him," she said. "He's apologising for earlier." She read on. "You're going to have to be up early tomorrow."

"Why?"

"You'll have to sign for a delivery." Her mobile beeped again. "New multimedia message received," she said aloud, a tone of confusion. She pressed a button, presumably to open. "Oh I see." She turned the phone to display an image.

"A dildo?" I asked.

"My new dildo. A present from him. He says he wants me to be faithful to this dildo. His dildo. And to stop using the old one." She kissed me. "Oh baby, this is so kinky. I can't wait til you fuck me with it tomorrow." Her fingers were typing out a message. "I'd better thank him. I'll send your thanks too."

TO BE CONTINUED. FEEDBACK / IDEAS FOR FUTURE PARTS WELCOME.



My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 05



This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. You can read about that in part 1. In part 4 her lover informed her he was buying her a new dildo and that she was not to allow her fiancé to fuck her with his cock, only the new dildo. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts.

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She bathed that evening after I had brought her to climax and several times swallowed her juices. I was permitted to watch her and occasionally to help wash her most intimate of regions. I begged several times for the right to fuck her again. She revealed a deep flattery and that the renewed attention from me was bringing back the old butterflies in her stomach from when we had first met.

"Its going to be so intense when we finally do it again, baby," she promised, standing naked in the bath as the water drained out.

I passed her a white towel and she wrapped it around her figure. "I've never wanted you more," I confessed.

"Good, baby. I'll have to keep working your desire higher."

I helped her out of the bath and watched her dry herself, diligently helping with her butt cheeks. I expected her to change into her night clothes when she entered the bedroom. I was wrong. Out came a g-string, a bra, a short, tight black skirt and a t-shirt which barely covered her navel.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.

"No, baby," she began, "I just love the way I'm feeling at the minute and I want to dress sexy around you. Do you mind? It's not too much for you, is it?"

I shook my head.

* * * * *

The rest of my evening consisted of my eyes straying to her legs and in particular to the gap underneath her skirt. Until finally, as she bent over to put on a DVD, I was fixated on the bottom of her ass cheeks and the g-string in between.

"Like the view?" she asked, her head still facing away.

"Love it."

She hitched her skirt up a couple of inches. "Better?"

"Oh fuck," I said, an erection raging in my trousers again.

She giggled and hit play on the DVD, then she stood up and returned to the sofa, lying against me. She crossed and uncrossed her legs throughout the film, my eyes paying little attention to the screen. It was Monster's Ball. Then came a very intense sex scene. As Halle Berry was bent over a sofa and fucked hard I could think only of my fiancée bent over his sofa, while he rammed his cock up her ass. She had loved it. My cock was hard again.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, baby?" she asked.

"What's that?" I played the innocent act.

"About last night. When he took me over his sofa."

I said nothing.

She reached to my groin and felt my hard dick through my jeans. "Oh, baby, someone's very aroused." She rubbed back and forth through the fabric. "I love when you're this hard, baby. Are you hard for the film or for me?"

"You."

She smiled. "It's a pity that dildo wasn't here yet. I am gagging for something hard between my legs."

"I've got something right here."

She shook her head. "You know I can't. Not yet. But I do think you deserve a reward." She unzipped my fly and pulled out my erect cock. She leaned down and studied it, neither her fingers nor tongue coming into contact with it. "I could be so greedy with that if I let myself go."

I wanted her to suck it. I needed it. I didn't want to have to jerk off in front of her again. "Suck it, babe, please," I pleaded.

Her palm wrapped around my shaft. "You telling me what to do, mister?" Her tone was jovial, but suddenly she clenched tightly. "You're not allowed to tell me what to do anymore." Her hand relaxed, and she began to pace herself up and down my cock. "You've lit a flame in me by pushing me into my lover's arms and the slut inside me has been awakened."

I groaned under her touch. Her spell. Her curse.

She passed me the remote for the DVD. "Go back to the chapter where he fucks her."

I found it with considerable ease.

"I want to watch it while I wank you. You watch it too. We can think of last night together." She increased her pace the moment the sex commenced on screen. "Oh fuck, baby, I'd love to be getting fucked right now."

"Then let's do it," I said, aware that each and every denial only increased my need to cum and that my balls were tensing much quicker than normal.

"No!" She wanked me harder. "I can't do that. You know the promise I made him." She turned her head to face me and delivered one of her most ridiculous, and yet equally meaningful, statements. "I wouldn't do that on him. I'm not a cheat."

Her words and her wanking were driving me to the edge. "Oh fucking hell!" I shouted. "I'm gonna cum."

She grabbed a couple of tissues with her free hand and held them over my cock.

"Fuck!" I came hard into the tissues, her palm milking every last drop.

She was staring into my eyes, smiling. "Nice, baby?"

I nodded, then confusion arrived with the clarity of the come down. "Why'd you make me cum in the tissues? I expected you to swallow like earlier."

"His rules," she said.

There wasn't another word spoken between us until we went to bed. Even then, she kissed me goodnight and rolled over, displaying her magnificent ass. I caressed it throughout the night, but I was refused permission to go any further.

* * * * *

I was awoken from my Monday morning snooze by the postman knocking on the front door. I had a glorious erection and had to throw on a dressing gown before I went downstairs. He was filling in a 'we called' form when I opened the front door.

"Sorry if I woke you, mate."

"Not a problem. Where do I sign?"

He handed me a machine and I provided a digital signature. For reasons beyond that of a rational man, I used a pseudonym. It meant that in some Royal Mail database somewhere on that date, at that time, a Mr Thomas Cruise received a parcel. If it happened to be noted whom the sender was I didn't want my real name cropping up in connection with dildo purchases and deliveries.

I shut the front door and ripped open the parcel. There it was still in its shop packaging. I scanned the details for information. It measured a whopping 12 inches. Could she take all that? Her previous record was 10. I read on. It was waterproof with 3 different vibration settings for her pleasure. From soothing to sheet-ripping, it said. She was never a fan of vibrators alone. She loved having me work the dildo in and out of her at an independent pace. I wondered for a few seconds if this was a technological advance which would render another part of my sex life redundant. I vowed not to allow it.

I texted my fiancée to let her know it had arrived safely. Seconds later she replied. "Cant wait 4 u 2 fuck me with it. Need cocked good and hard now. So frustrated."

* * * * *

A couple of hours later my phoned beeped again. It was her with another message. "Hot guy in here fixing the dodgy window. God I'd love him to fuck me. The bosses are all out and Sharon is downstairs all day."

Knowing she had the office to herself, I typed a quick reply. "Flirt with him, see how it goes."

Beep beep. "He keeps smiling at me. I feel so embarrassed. He caught me looking at his cock."

I didn't hesitate. "Make an excuse to bend over in front of him. Make it obvious. You've my permission to do anything you want but 1 condition -- I get to fuck you tonight if anything does happen."

There was a long period of five minutes when she didn't reply. My imagination went into overdrive and I could see a stranger pounding her from behind, over her desk. I could see her clenched teeth, striving in vain to silence her moans. My fantasy was cut short by another text.

"Would love to but you know who wouldn't let me."

I didn't reply.

* * * * *

I was waiting in the bedroom when she finally arrived home. I had set her new dildo, upright, at the top of the stairs. Her footsteps were hurried and she gasped when she found it. She almost stumbled into the bedroom, her toy in hand. Her face was a picture.

"Oh my God, baby, have you seen the size of this thing?"

I nodded.

"It's a monster!" She threw it down on the bed and removed her coat. "I'm horny as hell, but take it easy on me with it." She unbuttoned her blouse and again revealed no bra underneath. Next to come off was her heels and her skirt, followed by a pair of tights. She gave me a twirl in her g-string. "Sexy?"

"Oh yes," I admitted. "And did the so-called hot guy get to see any of it earlier?"

She lay down on the bed next to me. "He asked me out for a drink after work."

The time on the clock made it obvious she had not taken him up on the offer. "Why didn't you go?"

She was touching herself, rubbing the moistness from her lips to her clit and back again. "I wanted to, I really did. I even got his number just in case."

"You should've gone out, if you wanted."

"Baby, I couldn't. You know he's put a ban on me having sex with you."

"Yes," I began, "on me and you. He didn't say you and another guy, did he?"

She put the dildo in my hand. "Rub it up and down, between my legs. I'm gagging for it, but do be careful, baby."

I caressed her beautiful pussy with the head of the huge dildo and pressed her again about her lover's sex ban.

She giggled. "Baby, I texted him this morning to ask his permission to do something with the repair man."

"You texted him?" I asked, finding her opening all too eager to take the length.

"Baby, we text each other everyday. Didn't I mention it?" She knew fine well she had kept that one to herself. "But he said no. He only wants me to have another man while he watches. I was gutted, especially when the guy started chatting me up."

"He did?" I was not surprised. She was a regular winner of male attention. "What did he say?"

She thrust her hips to meet the head and in one sudden movement the first inch was inside her. "Fuck, that feels good."

I worked it further inside her, my eyes staring into hers.

"Oh God, it's so big." She closed her eyes, no doubt to fantasise about someone else. "So good." She grinded her pussy against the toy. "I can take more, baby, pick up the pace."

I had worked half of the thing inside her when I started to fuck her with it. Her body responded positively, her voice becoming hoarse at times, her legs committing to spread to their absolute farthest, her fingers beginning to pinch her nipples.

"The guy today told me I had nice eyes. I crossed and uncrossed my legs deliberately in front of him. He was staring at them and smiling. I smiled back at him. Then out of the blue he just asked me for a drink. I told him I had a partner and he asked if it was serious."

I gave her more of the dildo. There must have been an astonishing 8 or so inches inside her. "What did you say?"

She bit her lip, moans of pleasure silencing her words.

In and out I forced the thick cock-like object. Her juices were coating it and making the process so smooth and natural. "Well?"

"I dodged it. Oh fuck!"

I had taken the speed up a notch and edged another half inch inside her.

"Fuck me with it, baby, fuck me hard. This is so fucking hot!" Her hands ran up and down her own body, not knowing where to touch next. "I dodged the question, baby... Fuck... Because I didn't... Oh God... I didn't want him to know I'm engaged. I was so pleased when he said he'd give me his number anyway, in case I became available."

I shoved more of the dildo inside her, my intention to administer punishment. Her cries of passion confirmed I only provided her with pleasure. "What are you?" I asked her.

"I'm a dirty slut." She panted and moaned. "I can't stop thinking about other cocks. I wonder what size the window guy was." She gasped under the addition of another half inch. "Would he be this big? I hope so."

I desperately wanted to satisfy her. I wanted her to think of my cock and what she was missing. What was erect and on top of the same bed as her naked, beautiful form.

"I'm such an anal fuckwhore." Her fingers had found the crack of her anus and were massaging in juice that had dripped from her pussy. "I want to give him my ass again." She was back to the subject of her lover. "To feel him going in and out of it." The dirtier she talked the closer I knew she felt to her orgasm. "I want him to own my asshole and know every part of it like no other man ever will... Including my husband."

I pounded her with the intention of mixing pain and pleasure, but she loved it all. I couldn't believe how much cock she could take in her pussy. Such a slight frame and yet such a deep, lustful cunt.

"I wish he was here now so I could swallow his cum." She moaned and groaned through more thrusts, panting and screaming at times too. The filth that came out of her mouth was reprehensible. Yet we both loved it. "I need his cock inside me, baby. I need him! I want him! I can't go another day without him inside me."

All I could think was what a complete whore I was marrying. I shoved the dildo into her cunt, twisted it and pulled it out again. She was delirious under my spell, shouting expletives and her body mimicking the actions of a woman getting fucked by a real, huge cock. Spurts of her juice hit me up the face, catching me completely off guard. I desisted none of my onslaught and pillaged that pussy for all it was worth.

"Oh God... You should've filmed me... Just a clip of his dildo fucking me... I could've sent it to him on my mobile."

That was beyond my boundaries of acceptable behaviour, yet the thought of her commissioning any action which went against my wishes just heightened my arousal.

"Holy... Good... Oooooh!" She was screaming as she came. Her hands gripped the duvet, attempting to push her body back from the dildo.

I ensured there was no escaping it, its magnificent girth and sheer outrageous length. "Keep taking it," I ordered her.

She tried, surprisingly. She lost her role in the midst of her orgasm and attempted to follow an instruction from me. Her pussy managed at least 11 inches of it one last time then she collapsed, her legs instinctively shutting and her hands fighting with mine for control of the toy. "Please, baby, enough."

I released my grip on it and undid the belt and fly on my jeans, revealing my cock standing at attention. I wanked it openly before her. Her eyes watched with lust. A real live cock was before her. She wanted it. There was no question that the look on her face was one of desire. I supposed she felt something akin to what I had recently. Jealousy, or more so a guilt. A feeling of being the victim of one's own plan. She had initiated the sex ban. Now I would make her hunger possess her. Her desires would wrestle with her emotions. How deep did her promise to another man run? I wanked my cock hard, testing her resolve.

"Your cock's so hard, baby. It's gorgeous."

I chuckled. "Do you want it?"

"Want? Yes." She felt her juices under her ass. "Can I? No."

I damned my own reckless pursuit of her. How had someone I had so often outsmarted in the past become so skilful at manipulating me?

Her eyes continued to watch with a fire in them. "You know I said in the heat of the moment that I can't wait another day for him to fuck me?"

"Yes," I said, loving the beauty lying before me, giving me such fantastic imagery to pleasure myself to.

"I'll have to wait." She fondled both her breasts, deliberately teasing me closer to climax. "But only just one more day. He's taking me shopping on Wednesday night. He wants to buy me new lingerie and other gifts."

I was thrilled at the prospect of him spoiling her. My financial situation had never been worse and someone finally putting a smile on her face and giving her the things she craved could only benefit our relationship. "What if he doesn't fuck you? You'll be shopping, after all."

She touched her clit and shivered at the sensitivity. "He'd better. I've never needed cock so much in my life and its so hard not to just open my legs and take yours, baby."

I dared her to betray him.

She shook her head. "Don't make me do that, baby, you know I'd feel awful with myself." Her fingers were rubbing her clit. Was she fantasising about me and her doing it behind his back? "Even though I want you to fuck me hard right now. I want you, baby."

I released my cock and moved up the bed. She didn't stop me and our tongues entwined. She spread her legs to allow me in. My cock was erect and inches from her well-worked opening.

"Don't do it, baby," she said, in a non-too convincing tone. "If not for me, then for yourself."

I looked at her. "What?"

She clutched the 12 inch dildo and brought it across her thigh to her pussy, blocking the sweet, wet entrance. "Think about it. I've just been fucked by this monster. How do you think you'll measure up a few minutes later?"

I hadn't thought about that.

"I want the next time we have sex, baby," she began, "to be amazing, passionate, intense, exciting, life-changing even. If we do it now, we'll ruin that." She grabbed my cock and started to jerk it. "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fucking body and it'll be another secret we'll keep from him."

She did love it. She loved doing anything that was behind either of our backs. Something in committing a betrayal turned her on. Her touch was good, but my need was to cum quickly. I let her wank me over her pussy for a couple of minutes. Then I had to take over. I masturbated hard over her. She touched herself as I watched. The moment was almost there.

"Cum on me, baby. Where do you want to cum? I'll let you cum anywhere you want. Just cum on me quickly before I let myself go and shove you inside me."

Her offer was too much. I felt myself about to explode and grabbed the dildo with my free hand, landing my cum all over it. She gazed, wide-eyed and in shock. I wanked every last drop of myself onto it, coating it in as many places as possible.

"What are you...?"

She gasped when I pushed as many inches as possible of the dildo inside her.

"Oh my God, baby, you're bad."

"Are you asking me to stop?" I said, innocently, as I twisted the toy inside her, coating her insides with my cum for the first time in almost 3 weeks.

"No, baby, just begging you to keep this our secret."

I fucked her for a few minutes with the dildo, ensuring I stuffed as much of my spunk inside her, before she came with an almighty orgasm. We kissed unlike we had in weeks as I fucked her. The dildo had been more an extension of my own body this time, rather than an implement to get her off. I held her with one arm as she came and sucked her tits until the sensations were too much.

"I love you, baby," she told me.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

* * * * *

She rushed home from work on Wednesday, the night of their shopping trip. I had offered to prepare dinner, but she insisted they would get a bite to eat together. She headed straight to the bedroom to prepare. She applied her make-up first. I thought it was the perfect mix of sexy and subtle. She kept worrying it was too slutty.

"I don't mind being a slut with my two men, but I don't want other people to think I look like one."

"Its not slutty, darling. I wish it was. But its not. It's just right. You'll get noticed in town, but for all the right reasons."

She picked out a black and white chequered skirt, a split at the side revealing a fair amount of thigh, a black woollen jumper and a pair of black heels. Sexy, but stylish. I was staring at her.

"You really are the one for me, baby," she said, smiling. "I don't think there is another man on this planet who would've given me the pleasure you've given me. And what you're allowing me to do now... Well, it's just amazing." She fell to her knees and rubbed the outside of my jeans. "I'm so horny right now."




My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 05



I opened my jeans and fed her my cock for the next fifteen minutes. She returned the most wonderful of blow jobs, pausing only to deliver erotic promises. She guaranteed she and her lover would do something while they were out. She couldn't be around him and not touch him or be touched by him. She hoped he would fuck her. She confessed it was her deepest desire. To lie down with her legs spread wide and give her pussy to him. She sucked me so wonderfully, granting pleasure for my persuasions. That king of all persuasions, to allow her another man.

"Over here, baby," she said, sensing the imminent arrival of my cum.

Her lips did not return to my cock and her hand jerked me until I came hard into a tissue by the bin.

"One down... One to go."

* * * * *

He called to the door , against my expectations. I had presumed he would either beep the horn or text her when he was outside. I opened the door and welcomed him in. It was obvious he was in a good mood. I couldn't blame him. He was about to take out a beautiful lady, 17 years his junior.

She came down the stairs. From where I stood in the doorway I could see her, but he couldn't. The look of anticipation on both their faces was overwhelming. There was serious chemistry between the two.

"Hi, sweetie," she said, and strolled past me to him.

He kissed her on the lips. Neither broke the kiss, and their mouths lingered on each other for several seconds. Although neither dared take it to the next level. Their tongues lying dormant in front of prying eyes. I heard her illicit a moan. A quiet, philandering expose of her desires.

"Where are you planning to eat?" I asked, all too aware of the obviously expensive suit he wore.

He named one of the most extravagant restaurants in the city. One owned by a minor celebrity chef. "Shall we head?" he asked her.

Her eyes were looking into his for a few seconds before she responded. "Yes, yes." The distraction of her desires tantalisingly obvious.

He shook my hand before he left, the sign of respect not lost upon me, and headed to the car. She deliberately lagged behind.

"Have fun," I told her.

"I will, baby." She grabbed my crotch. "Keep this hard for me, for when I get home."

"Am I finally going to get to fuck you?"

She bit her bottom lip. "No promises, but maybe. Unless he fucks me so much I'm red raw." She kissed me. "But I don't think it'll happen, between me and him. Where could it?"

"I'm sure you'll find a place."

"I don't know. I'd rather do it in front of you." She headed to the front door, her beautiful ass swaying as she walked. "See you later, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

The door shut behind her.

* * * * *

I drank whiskey for the first time in months and smoked some cigarettes. Television was full of the usual dross. Something in the region of 700-800 channels in the middle of a global recession and yet still everything revolved around advertising.

I sent her a text message, asking if she was okay and that I hoped she was having a good time. I supposed they were coming towards the end of their meal and likely beginning the excursion for lingerie. I couldn't stop thinking about what they might be doing and I needed to know the sordid details.

My heart sank as I heard the familiar beeping of her mobile in the kitchen. She had put it on charge earlier and seemingly forgotten to take it with her. Then I supposed that every cloud had a silver lining. She had been keeping her phone particularly close to her chest in the last week. It was time I investigated. After all, she had admitted they texted each other every day.

There was an initial disappointment. She had been careful to conceal whatever their conversations were about, leaving only the last text she had sent him. It had been sent just before she left work earlier that evening and read "Drive slowly to the restaurant. I need to play with your dick on the way. Can't wait. xoxo"

* * * * *

I awoke on the sofa just before midnight. It didn't take more than a few seconds to establish she wasn't home yet. Then I panicked. What if he had talked her into staying the night? She didn't have her phone with her. Surely she would send a message on his, I surmised. But then again, what if she asked him to send it and he hadn't bothered? What if they had been drinking? Not only would their inhibitions disappear again, but he wouldn't be able to drive her home. Stupidly, I had allowed myself to soar past the legal limit without so much as a second thought. I sat for a few minutes, considering the prospect of what she might be doing. I shook my head. Surely it was only a matter of time until she stayed overnight at his. I could see where their relationship was headed.

"It's only been 11 days," I said aloud, thinking back to that night I had gone to the pub while he fucked my fiancée. A night I still knew only a handful of facts about.

I heard a key in the lock, then quiet footsteps and a careful shutting of the door. She entered the living room and appeared startled when she realised I was awake. "Baby, I thought you were in bed."

"I was waiting for you." I coughed. "Did you have a good night?"

"Wonderful." She sat beside me and her tongue swiftly found mine. "He spoilt me rotten. Lobster... I'd never had it before and it was delicious. There was champagne too. Oh my God, baby, I felt like the most important girl in the world. Then we went shopping. I have no idea how much he spent, but it must've been a few hundred. We picked out some really elegant lingerie. Classy stuff."

"Where are your shopping bags?"

"He took them. He wants to keep them at his house."

"But when will I get to see you dressed up in all this new underwear?"

She hesitated, then she dared to smile. "He has booked a couple of nights for this weekend at a five-star hotel in the country."

Was she slipping away? From a momentary fear of her staying overnight in his house to a full weekend alone with him in a grand setting. I had to do something.

"You're coming too. I want you to be our chauffeur, in his car." She put her arms around my neck. "And, baby, I'm the kind of slut who loves to fuck the chauffeur."

"Did anything happen while you were out?" I asked.

She stood up and beckoned me to follow. "Get your cock out," she ordered, as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to her ankles. She stood in her jumper, g-string and heels.

"Wow." My fingers rubbed the outside of her g-string, massaging her lips through it. Her wetness indicated her evening had certainly been an enjoyable experience.

Her hand was wanking my cock to a full erection. "Don't tease me, baby, pull the g-string to the side and give me your fingers." She moaned as I found her cunt. "That's it. Oh, I need your touch so much. All we did was talk about sex. The exciting places we've had it before and where would be really intense to do it together in the future, stuff like that."

"Did anything happen?"

"I played with him in the car on the way into town and again on the way home, but he didn't cum."

My cock was rigid, as the two of us stood in the living room enjoying a round of mutual masturbation. "Anything else?" I asked.

"His hands were inside my pussy every chance he got. I couldn't keep him out of the changing rooms. He wanted to fuck me, but I was too embarrassed. If I'd had more to drink I probably would've let him. I wish I wasn't so shy."

I neglected to inform her of my opinion that she was anything but.

Her free hand locked on my wrist and encouraged a faster pace from my fingers inside her. "This weekend I'm going to let my hair down and just be a total slut. You know him and I are booked in as husband and wife? We'll be like newlyweds. I'll be performing my wifely duties on him. You're not even booked in, baby. We'll have to sneak you in or you'll be sleeping outside in the car."

My fingers fucked her harder, a primeval need to establish myself as the true man in her life. She came quickly, her body flopping into my arms. Her hands disregarded my cock and for several seconds I just held her. I was pulsating and required pleasure. "Go down on me," I asked, gently.

"Baby," she began, quietly, "I've work in the morning and it is so late for me. Give yourself a good wank and I'll suck your dick all night tomorrow." She kissed me, ignoring my cock for even a stroke, and headed upstairs.

I sat down and jerked off. Why did I enjoy her rejections so much? She was an incredible looking girl and, as I had to keep reminding myself, her change in behaviour hadn't even lasted two weeks. But where would it end? Was I really prepared to continue my role as the denied husband-to-be? It was a game, I told myself. She had only had full sex with him twice. That was nothing.

Her mobile beeped and I froze. At this time of night I had only one theory as to the sender's identity. I sneaked into the kitchen and read it. I was right.

He had sent "Fantastic night, gorgeous. U will look so stunning in all this underwear. I loved getting u off in the car outside ur house. Hope no one saw."

TO BE CONTINUED. FEEDBACK / IDEAS FOR FUTURE PARTS WELCOME.



My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 06



This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. Part 5 ended with the fiancée revealing she and her lover are going to a luxury hotel for the weekend, but that her husband-to-be can come too... As their chauffeur. When she went to bed he found a text from her lover saying he really enjoyed getting her off in his car, in her driveway. She had concealed that fact from her fiancé. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts.

*

She came home from work on the Thursday evening in her now familiar, sexy suit and skirt combination. Her legs looked fantastic, as she stood cooking dinner. How I longed to fuck her again. To punish her for her behaviour. I knew she had lied to me. Yet still my balls ached to explode inside her. Her promise of a fantastic blow job the night before had not escaped my thoughts since the moment I awoke that morning.

"Go down on me," she instructed.

I kneeled between her legs and licked the inside of her bare legs. When I reached her groin I was shocked to discover she wasn't wearing any panties at all.

"There's a couple of things I didn't tell you last night." She pushed her pussy into my face and instinct dictated I licked her. "We parked outside for about fifteen minutes before I came in. You probably noticed how wet I was when I got in."

The text message I had read and deleted played on my mind, though still my hunger for such sweet lips elevated.

"He made me gush in his car. I didn't have an orgasm. I just gushed. The champagne in my system must've talked me into letting him. It was dark. No one was around. But the danger was such a turn-on, baby."

I withdrew my mouth from her cunt. "Why didn't you tell me this last night?" I could feel her body tense under my questioning. She was afraid.

"I... I'm not sure. I was tired and didn't want to get into it. I wasn't sure if you'd be angry."

I left the room, much of my disapproval false. I wasn't overly thrilled that she had pushed the boundaries in such close proximity to our neighbours. Far from it. But there was only so much denial I could pretend when every one of her actions drove me to arousal with erections akin to morning glory.

"Baby, please." She was almost in tears as she chased after me to the living room. "I couldn't get off with him. That's why I came inside and got it on with you. I needed an orgasm and I knew you could give me one."

I said nothing, hoping my erection was hidden by my hands in my pockets.

She kissed me. "Please forgive me, baby. I don't know why I feel so terrible. Your reaction... I didn't expect it."

My reaction was a lie. Her concealing of the act had stimulated my loins and her confession without pressure assured her true loyalty. Yet I was enjoying the switch of power. The degradation of her whorish ways. I knew she was feeling shame. Cheap. Worthless. It was perhaps the first time in years she had felt such emotions. If ever. Until that moment I had instilled pride in her sluttiness. Now I was looking at her with disdain.

The oven beeped and with reluctance she returned to the kitchen.

* * * * *

She barely touched her dinner, her eyes filling with tears and tissues a rare commodity for liquid from her body. Meanwhile, I devoured every last piece of chicken on my plate and helped finish hers. She crossed her legs and wiped a fresh set of tears. There had been nothing but silence between us for half an hour.

"I will call everything off with him right now, if that's what it takes, baby. All or nothing. I can't be involved with him and feel this guilt."

I took a tissue and cleaned my mouth and hands. "Excellent meal, darling."

"Baby, answer me. I never want to feel what I feel right now ever again. If you don't tell me to finish it or tell me you forgive me, I will make the decision for you."

I looked at her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

She walked over and found my cock in my jeans. "You're hard?" She sounded surprised, although the moment did not stop her from quickly unzipping my fly. "You bastard." She swallowed it whole and spoke not another word until she had me on the brink of an orgasm.

"Fuck!" I cried, coming hard under her expert wank. She threw a tissue over the head and I knew then that her defiance had returned.

She stood, hitched her skirt to her waist and stared me in the eye. "Don't you ever fucking dare play with me like that again. If you're angry, you can tell me. If you're feeling shame with yourself for not feeling angry because I've done something with him, talk to be about it openly and honestly. Or if you are too ashamed to talk about it, deal with it yourself. I fucking love you and the day you start faking your anger to hurt me, is the day this thing gets dangerous." She straddled me. "We'll not speak again about it, okay?"

I was about to answer her when she muffled my voice, shoving her pussy into my face.

"You asked me to have sex with him and to play on the humiliation factor. You've awakened something in my sexuality I didn't know existed, baby, and I am determined to explore it before I am a married woman. There's things you've done down the years and justified with the red-blooded male argument. Well, I'm a red-blooded female and I want to explore other cocks." The plural in her sentence ignited a world of suspicion I hadn't previously particularly considered.

She used me to bring herself to orgasm, then she took herself upstairs with her mobile phone. My imagination could only guess what she was doing.

* * * * *

We took it in turns to give each other oral sex again on the Friday night. Our so-called argument the previous evening was barely mentioned, but she did say one thing which struck me.

"I'm enjoying being with him and I know you're enjoying it too." She kissed me. "It's only been 13 days since he first fucked me while you were at the pub." Her hands caressed my chest. "I have no future with him, but I want this weekend to be memorable. I am going to be fucking him and I don't want you to ruin one second."

"I won't."

"Good boy."

"You have to let me fuck you too," I insisted.

Her eyebrows were raised. "Have to? After your tantrum yesterday, baby, I'm under no obligation to do anything with you." She sighed. "What's the longest you could go without having me before you'd stray?"

I couldn't answer.

"Be honest."

"I don't know."

She said nothing more on the subject and neither did I. It confused me. Unfortunately, I knew women. They never asked such a question for no reason. She was planning something. Whether it was a punishment, a test or whatever, I couldn't tell. But I had no doubt she was up to something.

* * * * *

We arrived at his house early on the Saturday morning. She was dressed in knee-high boots, a denim skirt and a white t-shirt with the digits 69 emblazoned on it. Her hair was in a pony-tail and she had given me a flash of a lacy black thong in the car. She had told me to touch her thighs and caress the outside of her pussy through the thong, but no more. She said she would explain the roles more thoroughly later, but that I was to behave exactly as if I had no problem with anything. I had hurt her, she said, and if I ruined any part of her weekend she would find me hard to forgive. I grinned, ever so slightly. She wasn't serious.

She kissed him in front of me in his hall, their tongues fearfully familiar. This was the first time I had witnessed them behave in this manner without the addition of alcohol.

"Did you bring the rings?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"What rings?" I was not party to this information and being the odd one out frustrated me.

She walked over to me and brought her lips to mine. Then she stopped suddenly, an inch from me. She cocked her head to his. "This is just one last act before I become yours for the weekend, sweetie."

He smiled.

Her tongue probed my mouth. My cock was hard and my hands went round her waist, pulling her nearer. She continued the kiss and my fingers strayed to her backside, mauling her curves over the fabric of her denim jeans. The kiss was broken. "I'm such a slut for making out with the chauffeur, honey," she said, as if to him. "That's no why for a wife to behave, is it?"

"Indeed it is not," he answered, and pulled her away from me.

The roleplay was not lost upon me, but I was a little confused. "Are you two playing the husband and wife this weekend?"

"Playing?" she scorned. "Honey, give me your ring."

He pulled two rings from his pocket and kneeled before her, taking her left hand in his. I noticed for the first time that her engagement ring was no longer on her finger. It had definitely been there the night before. I could recall licking her lips as that particular finger helped massage her clit. "One ring for our engagement," he began, putting on the first, "and one ring for our wedding," following up with the final band.

She kissed him. "I'm going to love being your wife this weekend."

"And I'm going to love being your husband."

I didn't know where to look.

* * * * *

It was an hour and a half drive to the hotel. The newlyweds cavorted in the back seat throughout the journey, their tongues almost exclusively entwined. My eyes struggled to concentrate on the road. When we hit the motorway, she spread her legs for him. In the rear view mirror, I watched his fingers travel inside her thong, between her lips and deep into her pussy. I was rigid and rubbed myself for mild relief.

"Here we are," I announced, hoping she would regain some dignity as I drove his car up a long, winding path between huge trees to the hotel car park.

Lions sat astride huge steps which led to the front door. I suspected as chauffeur I would be required to carry their luggage for them.

"You have to wait here," he began, tapping me on my shoulder. I could smell her on his fingers. "The room has only been paid for a couple."

"We'll come back for you when the coast is clear," she said. "But right now it's our husband and wife time."

They held hands as they strolled from the car to the hotel. I watched them the whole way, my heart beating fast in my chest. I was aroused. This was erotic. But the danger of a whole new level to their games had me capitulating in fear at would happen next. I had played with fire when I feigned my anger. I wasn't faking now. Yet how could I say anything? What would I say? Stop now? I couldn't see any reaction, but ignorance. She was his so-called wife for the weekend and every aspect of her body language indicated she was there to enjoy playing the part.

* * * * *

An hour had passed since they entered the hotel. More couples had come and gone. Some went for walks, noticed me as they left, and saw me again when they returned. I was embarrassed by that. I called her number. It was switched off. I was humiliated it by that. I called him. It went straight to voicemail. I was furious.

* * * * *

She appeared at the hotel entrance in an outfit I had never seen her wear before. Such a beautiful cream dress, which elegantly fell to her knees. It was figure-hugging with a thick, black belt. She walked like a lady in cream high-heels towards the car. She was smiling from ear-to-ear. Two hours had passed.

She climbed into the passenger side. "There's a different receptionist on now. I think it'd be safe for you to come in now, driver."

"You were waiting two hours for the receptionist to change?" I demanded.

"Oh no, I had to unpack and pick out what to wear. We did a lot of shopping on Wednesday. I wanted to pick the right dress."

I was calming. "Okay, I understand." The smile on her face was enough to soothe anyone's anger.

She leaned into my ear and whispered. "Plus, my new husband fucked me in the shower. That took a good hour."

I nearly collapsed, saved only by the fact I was already sitting. She had opened the passenger door and was throwing her legs out before I could react.

"Come along now," she called. "I can't wait to show you the room."

I hurried behind her, my demeanour anything but her other half and the embarrassment on my face a picture for anyone willing to watch. She was a different person. A lady dressed up for derby day. Underneath, a slut. Yet I could recognise neither.

She led me along a long, luxurious corridor of antiques and paintings of beautiful Fermanagh countryside, wild horses and expensive yachts on a lake. We stopped at an elevator. She hit the button, my eyes traced his rings on her finger, and we waited. My breathing was heavy. What was I doing? What was she doing? This was unbelievable. I wondered if I should say something. The elevator arrived, empty, I followed her in.

The doors shut and she grabbed my crotch, kissing my cheek and lips. "Don't tell my husband, but I've been wanting you to fuck me for ages. Will you fuck me this weekend?"

I couldn't believe it. "Yes, yes of course," I said, my words anything but planned.

"Oh good, I need a younger man's cock. My husband's good, but he's so much older. He'd like to watch me with someone else, but I really want you to fuck me somewhere in this hotel behind his back. Can you do that?"

The elevator stopped at the relevant floor.

"Can you?" she said, squeezing my cock.

"Yes, yes, yes."

She released me as the doors opened. Her persona, her swagger, her entire demeanour became that of a classy wife again as she briskly walked out into the corridor, her hips swaying as I followed. She stopped outside a door, tapping it with her left hand. My eyes were again drawn to his rings on her wedding finger.

He opened the door. "Honey," he said, and kissed her on the lips. "Come on in. I see you brought company."

I entered the room behind them. It was quite spectacular. The five-stars were apparent immediately. Typically, I noticed the flat-screen television first, then the classic décor. The bed was huge, pillows stacked neatly over half of it. It obviously hadn't been slept in.

"That's a massive bed," I said, almost stammering.

"It's a super king size," he said, his tone friendly and his hand stretched out as if to suggest I have a seat on it.

She piped up. "There will be plenty of room for 3-in-a-bed in here."

I liked her use of the word 'will', indicating certainty rather than suggestion.

He stood beside her, his arm around her waist, and she leaning into him. It was clear I was in the company of a couple. I tried to tell myself I could either feel awkward about this or I could let myself go and enjoy an unreal experience over the weekend. She had told me she had no future with him. This was just a game. I needed to fuck her so much that if just playing this game earned me a private fuck with her again, then maybe it was worthwhile. Besides, I admitted inwardly, there would always be a part of me that enjoyed her with him, whether it was in front of my eyes or behind my back. The anger always subsided. The arousal rarely did.

"Driver," she started, "take your clothes off please."

"What?" I was sober. I had been naked in his company before, but only ever in the heat of the moment when we had swung in previous years or the night we had shared her.

"I've something I want you to wear." She looked at him. "And you too, my dear hubby." She kissed his lips. "You can try yours on later. But I want to see this young, cutey change in front of me."

"That's okay, dear," he told her.

"Go on then," she insisted to me. "Take your clothes off."

I was not alien to the fact she was not swearing in his company. She was so often foul-mouthed. Maybe it was coincidence, but my suspicions were that she was loving her role as the elegant wife of a rich gentleman.

"Don't make me punish you," she threatened.

I wished my cock was harder in my trousers. It was still semi-aroused from her elevator promises, but to undress in front of him was demeaning. Yet I found myself complying with her request.

"Mmmmmm," she said, as my top came off. "Sorry, honey." She kissed her so-called husband.

"It's okay, dear, you know I fantasise about seeing you with other men."

I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, undid my fly and let my trousers fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in my boxers. Her eyes indicated they were to come off too.

"What is it you want me to wear?" I asked.

"First, you strip for me," she commanded.

I dug my fingers into the waistband of my boxer shorts.

"Go on." She winked at me, unseen by him.

I had to trust her. I pulled down my boxers and my cock was on show to my real-life fiancée and her real-life lover.

"Get his clothes, darling, would you?" she asked him.

The imaginary husband lifted my clothes from the floor and carried them to a suitcase in the corner of the room. He opened it, packed them in and shut the case.

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked.

"We're going to lunch and you're going to sit up here, naked, and think about us spending time together. When we come back the three of us are going to go for a swim. I'll provide you both with swimming trunks I picked out for you each. And you will both get to see me in my skimpy, new bikini."

My cock flinched at the prospect, and she noticed. "When can I eat?"

"You can order room service, on me," he said.

My eyes scouted the room for any of his discarded clothes. I couldn't see any. "But I'll be naked."

He and her joined hands. "We won't be long, ba-." She cut herself off, when so tantalisingly close to breaking character. Her apology was a long, drawn out entwining of their tongues where she demonstrated who in the room mattered most in that moment.

* * * * *

I investigated the room in their absence. There were a total of 3 suitcases, all locked with a 4-digit combination lock. The wardrobes contained only her clothes, none of them anything I had seen before. I surmised his clothes were locked away. The drawers contained no underwear, his or hers. She had hidden her new lingerie, knowing fine rightly I would snoop.

I entered the bathroom and froze. On the floor in a heap was her boots, her denim skirt, her lacy thong and that 69 t-shirt. This was where she told me he had fucked her. There was no evidence to suggest otherwise.

I sat on the toilet and imagined it. Despite all my doubts and all my growing regret, my cock hardened. I picked up her lacy thong and smelt the scent of her arousal.

I wrapped it around my cock and wanked myself hard, my eyes drifting to the shower for clues of what way he had taken her. It felt good to relieve all my pent-up frustration, especially with her knickers in play.

I looked to the mirror and noticed distinctive hand prints. All I could see in my head was him fucking her over that basin from behind.

I heard the door handle to the hotel room and threw her thong to the floor. The bathroom door was closed, thankfully buying me a few seconds.

She called my name and I reluctantly answered that I was in the bathroom.

"Wait here," she began, "I'll get him." She pushed open the bathroom door, already speaking to me before she could see my blatant erection. "We missed lunch... Oh." She looked back out of the room, then back to me, and pushed the door over, but not shut. "You're a bad boy," she whispered. "I like bad boys." She pulled up her dress and revealed a newly shaven, bald pussy, unlike its appearance earlier in the car.

I was in absolute shock and, somehow, confused fear at his nearby presence when she put one leg over me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. I was inside her again at last. She put a painted red fingernail over my mouth and for just a few, sweet seconds gyrated up and down on my cock. I fucked her back, dying to cum in her.




My Fiancee Takes An Older Man Ch. 06



"Honey, where's my swimming shorts?" he shouted.

She stopped. I did not. She moaned, a little louder than before.

"Honey?" His voice was nearing.

She stood up and back, forcing her dress down and smoothing the material out a split second before he pushed open the door.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Nothing, dear, don't mention it. I don't want it to ruin our weekend."

He had noticed my erection. There was no point in deception. Other than to exaggerate her game. I recalled her warning that I was not to ruin her weekend.

She put her arm around his waist, like a young animal seeking protection. "I'm just offended he came into our bathroom without asking permission and has obviously been pleasuring himself."

He grunted. "Indeed, perhaps he's too presumptuous about this notion of me allowing you to take another man."

She nodded.

"You didn't tell him he could have you, honey, did you?"

I was still in shock at having my cock inside her for a few seconds that their bizarre conversation may almost have fallen on deaf ears.

"No, dear, honest," she said.

"Good." He led her out of the room. "Because by no means is he guaranteed to be the other man I'll allow you."

* * * * *

I was dressed in my normal clothes for the walk down to the swimming pool. She had provided matching red, tight trunks for us both. When he and I exited the changing rooms in the identical apparel I felt immediate embarrassment. People, particularly of the female variety, noticed and were laughing. When she appeared between us in a silver bikini, with the most revealing of g-strings, several more people, particularly of the male variety, turned their heads.

We swam a few lengths for twenty minutes or so. I did my own thing and, without deliberate intention, got into a joke water fight with two stunning girls. One was blonde, the other brunette. They were in their early 20s, similarly attired to my fiancée, and were clearly behaving provocatively for male attention. I noticed my fiancée giving a look of disapproval, which didn't escape him. He grabbed her arm, spun her round and they spent the next ten minutes kissing. He finally experienced the jealousy and the need to seize ownership. Perhaps knowing who she truly belonged to was why I so often let go of the need.

The brunette spanked the blonde's ass in front of me, winking as she did. Oh how I have always fallen for women with dark hair.

"Your turn," she suggested.

My fiancée's back was turned and in the spare of the moment I gave the blonde a playful smack.

The blonde feigned embarrassment, her flattery obvious, and the three of us entered into a conversation of small talk and light flirting. They asked if I would be in the hotel bar later and I confirmed I probably would. My eye's strayed to the blonde's boobs as she stood slightly higher in the water. They were quite huge in comparison to her friend's, but well proportioned and sitting high on her frame.

"I think you've got an admirer," said the brunette, who turned and climbed out of the water, revealing the most amazing ass I had seen in years. I have always loved my fiancée's ass, slightly big for her tiny frame, but this young girl's was pert and in dire need of discovery.

The blonde played with her hair as we chatted. I made occasional inappropriate jokes and she splashed me gently with water. I could feel my fiancée's eyes burning a hole in me and in her. She did not like this at all. The blonde glanced at my lips when I spoke then back to my eyes. She nodded when I said things, most of which immediately escaped me when we parted. She may have been listening, but my head was all over the place. I wanted to kiss her. If no one else had been there I would have tried. I could feel the chemistry between us. Even her brunette friend was smiling before she dived back into the pool. She sent water crashing over us both.

"Hey, watch what you're doing!" shouted the blonde.

The brunette laughed. "It'd take something to get your attention," she retorted.

"We're going to the jacuzzi," shouted over my fiancée, "if you're joining us." She climbed out of the pool, hand-in-hand with her husband.

"Are they friends of yours?" asked the blonde.

"Yes," I replied, almost a chuckle in my voice.

The brunette fixed her hair as she spoke. "You might have an admirer in her, she could barely take her eyes off you."

The blonde and I shared a glance. I wondered, in that moment, if she knew. Her look was strange. She wanted to ask me a question. "Well, we'll let you get on," she said, and turned to her friend.

"Maybe see you in the bar later then," added the brunette, joining hands with her friend.

"Yes, I hope so." I swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out. My swimming shorts were tight and there had been a certain level of growth in my manhood as the girls chatted to me. I strolled to the jacuzzi and slipped beside my fiancée. She was sandwiched between her husband and I. As the water wasn't yet bubbling it was obvious her hand was inside his trunks. A fact not lost upon two other men in the jacuzzi, their eyes doing a very poor job of looking away.

She leaned over to goad me quietly. "I was watching you with those girls. You'd love to fuck one of them, wouldn't you?"

"Well, I'm not married to you," I insisted.

Her tone changed. "Don't you forget the deal, you're not allowed to fuck another girl." Her mask had slipped.

I grinned. "You know who you really belong to," I whispered.

The water began to bubble and her hand found its way into my shorts, wanking me to a full erection. "Don't let anyone know what I'm doing to you," she said.

I looked around me for the next five minutes as she brought me close to a climax. When the bubbles subsided, her hand was by her side and she was playing the dutiful, loyal wife to him. The men opposite were becoming agitated. Were they disgusted by her behaviour with her so-called husband? Or aroused?

"Could you tap the button please?" she asked one of them.

The man hesitated, then leaned over and hit a button at the side of the jacuzzi. Within seconds the water was bubbling again and her hand was stroking my cock.

"Watch the girls in the other pool," she began, squeezing my member, "imagine being with them."

I stifled a groan as I watched. They had been spotted by a couple of guys and were becoming very touchy feely with each other.

"They're girls who like to play." My fiancée lowered her voice to a whisper and came right to my ear, as the other men watched with interest. "I'd do anything my husband asks. Can you imagine if he asked me to have sex with both of them while you two watch? I swear to you, I'd do it."

My balls were aching for release. She had slept with two women in the past. One a random romp with a stranger in the ladies toilets of a bar. The other woman had been her so-called husband's wife. The one he was now separated from. My fiancée had told me on several occasions she had no intention of ever sleeping with a woman again. I slipped my hand to her navel and towards her pussy. I was forced into retreat, irritated that he had already beaten me to it.

"Maybe even if you're not there," she said.

She kissed him in front of me, then whispered something in his ear.

He nodded, then cocked his head towards me.

She quietly made her proposal as the bubbles subsided. "Fancy going back to the room for a three-in-a-bed?"

I smiled. "Of course."

She stood up first, stretching herself in front of four men. Eight eyes stared at her. She turned to face her husband and I, her g-string clad ass at the face level of the strangers. Her words were lost on me. I couldn't fathom any particular reason or meaning to what she said. Just an exhibitionist slut making an excuse to delay her exit.

"Come along, men," she said, and outstretched her hands to us both.

We each took one and walked hand-in-hand with her to the changing rooms. I didn't chance a glance at his groin, but my erection was painfully obvious. I had done my best to push it up to my waist before I exited the water, but it was impossible to conceal it from anyone who took the time to check. My eyes drifted to the blonde and the brunette. Both quickly looked away and continued their conversation with the two guys they had met. I was gutted.

My fiancée kissed her husband and I walked ahead into the male changing rooms. He followed behind a few seconds later.

"So," I began, "back to the room for-"

She entered behind him, her fingers pulling her g-string up higher at the sides. All I could think was how incredible she looked. He sat on a bench and she approached him, dropping to her knees and pulling his swimming shorts off him. She stuffed the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked him right there in front of me. Her beautiful ass was in the air, her head bobbing up and down. I was sat a couple of benches away with a perfect view of both her body and of his cock entering her mouth.

I heard a footstep and my eyes darted to the entrance to the changing room. One of the men from the jacuzzi was stood there, staring. I guessed he was about 30 years of age. Her husband noticed him too, although he made no effort to stop her. I doubted she even realised the presence of another. She just sucked cock and appeared to love it.

I watched. I watched her take another man into her and lovingly worship every inch of him. I watched a complete stranger enjoy the sight of my wife-to-be as well. The spontaneity of the moment had my own cock rock hard. I was tempted to pull it out and masturbate. If the stranger hadn't been there I wouldn't have hesitated. He was an unknown factor in the proceedings.

Her husband untied her bikini top. It fell to the tiled floor, exposing her gorgeous, petite and perky tits. Anyone could have walked in, from either the pool or outside. Her husband looked at the stranger watching. I wondered if she was aware of his presence. He certainly wasn't making a sound. Then her husband reached down to her g-string and untied the strings at the side. It fell from her groin and suddenly she was completely naked and bent over, before a stranger.

"I love your cock," she managed, coming up for air for only a few seconds. She kissed his lips then returned to devour him.

I knew her lover's reputation. I had known his wife. I remembered all she had ever told us about him. It was obvious what his actions meant. He was inviting the stranger to join in. To fuck my fiancée for all she was worth.

TO BE CONTINUED. FEEDBACK / IDEAS FOR FUTURE PARTS WELCOME.



My Fiancee Takes an Older Man Ch. 07



This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. Part 6 ended with the fiancée sucking her lover's cock in the changing rooms of a luxury hotel's swimming pool. A stranger was watching as her lover untied her bikini, revealing her bent over in all her naked glory. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts. 

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I was frozen on the spot as she continued to devour her so-called husband's cock.

"I want to swallow," she croaked.

I hadn't seen her as horny in years. Whatever else he had done, he had sparked a fire inside her.

"Stick your ass up higher in the air," he commanded.

She complied as I glanced to the stranger. He was rubbing his cock through his swimming shorts, admiring the view of what could only be described as a dirty, filthy slut.

"Spread your legs more. Show off that pussy of yours."

My fiancée parted her gorgeous legs. I knew she would be craving a cock inside her. She had wanted mine earlier. My heart pounded and I hoped she would beg me to ram it between her lips. I didn't care if a stranger watched me pound her. She was mine. Rightfully mine. I had been denied her too long.

Her husband had the widest smile in the room, sitting on the bench like it was his throne while the most beautiful thing imaginable tended to his every sexual desire. He grabbed her by the back of her head and started to hump her mouth. Her eyes widened under the assault. He was taking her out of her comfort zone and refusing to acknowledge any hint of discomfort.

The stranger pulled out his erect cock. I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him, but there was no doubt what I saw in the corner of my eye. If he began to fuck her I couldn't see her stopping him, even if she realised it was someone else. More so, if her husband ordered her to take it, she would welcome every inch just to indulge his benefit. I threw a swift side-glance to the stranger, then back to the sex act. He was masturbating. I wondered if he was satisfied just to watch, or if he was readying himself to join in.

"I need fucked," she cried.

My own erection was forcing its way out of my shorts, my balls bulging inside. The image of her wantonly swallowing her husband's cock and craving more was stirring undeniable desires deep inside.

"What do you want?" her husband asked her, his voice hoarse under her pleasure.

She sucked his cock faster, adopting a tip-to-base technique.

He grunted. "Say it," he ordered.

Was he going to fuck her in front of us? Was I to be the one? What if it was the stranger, so vigorously wanking his cock as he watched.

She ignored his voice, grabbed his cock in her hand, wanked him furiously and took one of his balls in her mouth.

"Fuck!" He lost all sense of control, unleashing shot after shot of cum over her. The first landed on her shoulder. She leaned back to catch the next on her chin. The third found her tits and anything after that she sucked deep down into her abdomen.

"I love your taste, sweetie," she said, rubbing her cheek against his cock and slowly wanking it, as if to express hope that he had more to give her.

"You're a bad girl," he told her. "I wanted to watch you get fucked."

She glanced quickly to me, then back to him. "I'll get showered and meet you in the room for that."

I shot a look to the stranger. He had tucked his cock away, but his eyes were still locked on her naked form. She lifted her bikini and stood up, still facing her husband. She carefully put it back on. He groped her all over as she tried, his fingers eventually resting on her crotch. He forced his way inside her, through the fabric. She moaned and grinded herself against his touch.

"Now who's bad?" she asked.

The stranger stared at her remarkable ass in the g-string bikini bottoms.

Her husband manipulated her urge to walk away in the most magnificent fashion, pressing into her moist cavity. She was stuck to the spot, unable to resist. I knew the look on her face. She wanted a hard cock inside her. What if this really happened, I wondered? Could I cope with watching another man hammer her right before my eyes? I took a deep inhalation and prepared myself. There was always that spark -- that truthful glimmer -- that no matter what she did next, I would always enjoy a part of it. Even if the morals I had grown up with were so far out of sight I was losing my sense of normality and, perhaps, even of reality.

"The room..." She was fighting it, but her pussy lips pushed against the bikini to meet his fingertips. "Fifteen minutes..." Her yearning was in her voice, sacrificing her resolve to lust. "Both of you." Almost as quiet as a whisper, but audible enough to confirm my inclusion. She backed one foot from him.

He drove his fingertips deeper, causing her to gasp. "Why not here?" he asked.

I felt a shot of pride as she backed away on both feet. She was grinning at him, teasing. She turned, slowly at first and in the opposite direction so our eyes never met, 180 degrees and came face to face with the stranger for the first time. She hesitated, then walked back towards the swimming pool.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," she said to the stranger, as she exited.

He coughed his reply. "Yes, yes indeed I did."

"I think I'll shower," said her so-called husband.

The stranger mumbled something and returned to the swimming pool.

* * * * *

I stood in the corridor outside the changing rooms. Without a key to the room myself, I had no choice but to wait on one or both them. I hadn't bothered with a shower. I couldn't bring myself to stand near him. I just needed to get out of that room. A few minutes passed as I waited, the images of what had happened repeating in my mind. The one burning question... Would she have allowed the stranger to fuck her? My instincts were opposing. Old and new recognising separate, independent behaviour. Who was she anymore?

The door to the ladies changing room opened and there she stood, in a beautiful dress which stopped above her knees. She came close to running to get to me.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I didn't know there was someone there. Did he see much?"

"Everything," I said.

"Really? Even me sucking..."

I nodded.

"Oh God." She looked down, shame on her face. But I noticed something else. Something I have noticed in women throughout my life. Whilst there can be an instance of embarrassment, there is all too often that subtle hint of flattery. "He..." She nodded in the general direction of her so-called husband. "He's mentioned a couple of times about wanting to watch someone else fuck me."

"I want to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me too, but I think he has other ideas." She lowered her voice, as if genuinely worried about his impending interruption. "Was that other man there when my," she hesitated, as if she suddenly felt silly in the role, "my husband took off my bikini?"

"Yes, he was."

She closed her eyes and took in a deep inhalation. "Anything else I should know?"

There was an element of a kick in all this. This power to control her emotions with information she obviously didn't feel capable of receiving from her husband. That lack of trust between them that was so vastly overshadowed by what she and I shared. "He jerked off for a bit while he watched you."

Her lip curled at the corner. "Oh no." She opened her eyes. "Stay as close to me as you can from now on. If we can snatch a quickie it would make my weekend perfect, baby."

"You mean behind his back?" I asked.

"Yes." Her eyes lit up. "I want to experience the thrill of cheating on my husband with my one true love."

"Can I ask you a question?"

She nodded.

"Baby," I began, using her favourite word, "when did you become such a spunk bucket?"

Her face was a picture of shock. She loved to act the slut, but rarely did she appreciate such a damning indictment. She bit her bottom lip. "He's the only man who's cum I've ever loved the taste of." She leaned forward to kiss me.

As the door from the male changing rooms opened, she quickly snapped back into place and into the submissive role of his wife. He walked towards us and they linked arms, sharing a quick peck on the lips. "Back to the room then?" he said.

I followed behind.

* * * * *

The elevator door opened and he led her inside. Again, I followed. Much like an afterthought. I hit the appropriate floor number and waited patiently for the doors to shut. After a few seconds, the elevator began its ascent. He hit the stop button and we halted between floors. He turned to face her, stared her up and down and then finally slid his hand up her dress.

She instinctively opened her legs for him. "Oh God," she muttered.

He forced her dress up to her waist, revealing the same skimpy g-string bikini from the pool. His fingers rubbed the outside of the fabric. "Nice and wet," he remarked. He pulled the material to one side. Her stunning, shaven pussy was on show for us both.

She glanced to me. He caught her chin in his other hand and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her deep. His fingers stroked the lips of her pussy, ignoring her clit. She moaned and my cock hardened. "Put them in," she begged.

He chuckled, loving the control he possessed of her sex. His fingertips parted her lips and caressed the inner folds, though he did not enter her.

I leaned against one of the walls and watched them, eager to join in but content to enjoy the view for a moment.

They kissed again, her tongue savouring his in her mouth. Her eyes opened and locked on his. I recognised only lust.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"I want your fingers," she replied, pushing her groin towards him.

He teased her clit with his thumb. "Where?"

Her legs parted further. "Inside me... Please."

He granted her wish with a quick, breathtaking swoop to her opening. Back and forth he fucked her with his fingers. Her hole accepted each and every additional digit until he was pounding her with all four. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock. I masturbated to the sight. They both noticed, but neither mentioned a word. When her eyes strayed to my erection once too often, he withdrew his fingers and one by one forced her to suck her juices off them. She placed her hand on his, the wedding ring he had given her sparkling, and guided him back to her pussy.

His return was aided with a renewed thrust and he worked her insides as if he had been with her a thousand times before. For a few seconds, I wondered if they had been together more than I thought. When his fingers left her pussy and caressed her anus, all thoughts were cleared.

"Are you going to let me fuck your ass again?" he asked.

"If you want it, sweetie." She grabbed his hand and pulled his fingers back to her pussy.

I remembered that she had asked me to stay close to her and wondered if he was pushing her too far, beyond her boundaries.

"I want it," he said, grinning, then he shoved his fingers into her pussy and worked her hard.

"Oh fuck," she cried, unable to control her crude tongue. "Keep doing that."

He had his fingers jammed inside her, pulling at something within. She was bucking back on him.

The elevator suddenly started again, but she only increased her motion on his hand. He didn't hesitate either. More reserved, I forced my cock back into my trousers and somehow managed to pull up the zip.

She gushed hard, sprinkling her juices over her legs and the floor. He rubbed what he caught into her anus, although I couldn't tell if he entered her or not.

As the elevator ground to a halt, she was quickly fixing her dress. The doors opened and a man in his forties stared in.

"Going up or down?" he asked.

I stifled laughter.

"Up," her husband answered.

The man in his forties stepped back. "My apologies. I'll wait on the next one."

* * * * *

My fiancée entered the hotel room first, followed by him and finally myself. My cock was still erect, in fact painfully so. He muttered something I couldn't hear. She turned to us both and smiled. She was beautiful. A gorgeous little slut. She slipped her arms out of the dress and allowed it to glide past her waist, her thighs and eventually down her legs. She untied her bikini and within seconds she was naked but for a pair of stiletto heels.

"Who's going to fuck me first?" she asked.

He approached her and her arms went around him. He whispered something in her ear.

There was a look of surprise, perhaps even disappointment, on her face.

He turned and walked to the bathroom. "I mean it," he said, his tone forceful, before he closed the door tight behind him.

I didn't waste the opportunity and seized her wrist, pulling her down on the bed. My hands roamed to her pussy, feeling the moistness where he had made her gush.

"What did he say?" I asked, quietly.

She parted her legs and yanked my cock from my trousers. "He said he wants to watch me with another man," she whispered.

I leaned over her, my cock being wonderfully wanked in her hands. "Then let's make his dream come true."

She shook her head and pulled me to her entrance. "He said I'm not allowed you inside me."

I took her hands from my cock and lay them behind her head. Without warning, I shoved my cock into her soaking cunt and fucked her with my hand across her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine. Crazy lust. We had craved this moment for so long. I glanced to her hand and caught sight of his wedding ring on her. This moment was fucked up, but my loins only desired her insides more. My balls slapped against her as I humped her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in deeper, her heels digging into the small of my back.

The toilet in the bathroom flushed. Her eyes turned to fear and with one of her hands she was forcing mine free from her mouth.

"Please stop before he catches us."

I stared at her.

"Please, baby. Do this for me."

I relented and she pushed herself back enough that my cock fell out of her pussy. She pushed me on my back and grabbed it in one hand, massaging my balls with the other.

She smiled at me. "He didn't say I couldn't do everything else with you." With that, she buried her face in my crotch and licked my shaft and my balls. "I'd better erase all evidence of my juices." She pulled back my foreskin and with all the effort of a dutiful whore sucked my head dry.

The bathroom door opened and her husband approached the bed. He was naked. "Now, honey, what kind of behaviour is that for a wife?"

She sucked my cock to the base.

"Honey?" he asked again.

She had a devious look in her eyes, as she glanced up to me. Defiantly, she bobbed her head up and down at a faster pace.

"I see." He came up behind her. "So what I have is a wife who craves the cock of other men?"

She moaned an affirmative grunt.

I wondered if this role play was spontaneous or pre-planned. It all seemed a little too perfect for my liking.

He smacked her ass. The sound reverberated around the room. The sting was obvious when her mouth parted from my cock. He smacked her again until she shifted her position away from him. "As your husband," he began, stroking her leg, "I'll decide when to share you and who with. Understand?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Yes...?"

She shivered. "Yes, sir."

He smiled. "Good girl. Now, lie on your back with your legs spread wide. The chauffeur here is going to eat your pussy for all its worth and ready it for me to fuck."

I couldn't believe my role. What I had been reduced to. I was practically a fluffer. Demoted to merely arousing her sex with my tongue until her so-called husband was ready to fuck her right in front of me. Except he wasn't her husband at all. She wasn't even married. She was engaged, and to me!

Yet she assumed her ordered position and the sight of her pussy lips, open and inviting to my tongue, was overwhelming. I kneeled between her thighs and tasted her. I knew he had been inside her earlier and I was thankful for her shower.

She moaned in unison with my tongue probing her clit. Her hand caressed my scalp and I eagerly devoured more of her. I was aware of him moving around the bed, occasionally groping her breasts, stroking her hair and at one point flicking her clit as my mouth concentrated on her pussy lips. I heard her voice muffle and I looked up to see he had pushed his hard cock into her mouth. She took it with such delight. I recognised the humiliation returning. I was giving her oral sex, whilst another man received it from her. I was doing only work and gaining no pleasure.

"I bet you wish there was someone else here," he suggested to her.

She made an affirmative groan into his length.

"Another cock for you to suck on."

She pulled her mouth from him. "Oh yeah, sweetie." A second later, she was engulfing him again.

I ate her pussy with all the skill I had ever possessed, desperate to make that cunt crave my cock inside her.

"What about the guy in the changing rooms? He was your type, wasn't he?"

She made another noise which suggested she agreed. I had no idea what her type of man was anymore. Did she just go for anyone over the age of 40? Was that her fetish? The older type. I could only enjoy another slurp of her delicious pussy and wonder.

"Tell me what you wanted from him," he commanded, pulling his cock from her mouth and wanking it before her.

Her eyes were fixated on his member, lust leading her astray. "Oh I wish he'd joined in."

He chuckled, caressing her lips with the head of his cock. "Keep talking."

"He kept checking me out in the jacuzzi." She squirmed under my probing tongue. "I thought he was kind of sexy." I added a couple of fingers to her, and she willingly thrust herself onto them. "I wish he'd got his cock out in the changing rooms. I'd loved to have seen it."

He fed her a few inches of his own and she gladly obliged him. "That's it," he said. "Show me your love for my cock. Show me your hunger for more."

I watched her take his cock down to the base and hold herself on it for several seconds. As she went to back off it he locked his hands around her neck and forced her to hold her mouth in place around him. She was struggling, her nostrils flaring for air and panic setting in through her eyes. Her complaints were muffled and his subtle laughter only fuel to her fires. I licked her juices from my fingers.

"Fuck that's good," he remarked.

When he finally released her she was gasping and fell back, withdrawing her pussy from my grasp.

"What do you want now?" he asked her.

She was still breathless, perspiration trickling down her cheeks. "I... I want fucked." She glanced away from him. "I want the chauffeur to fuck me, sweetie."

He lunged towards her, flipping her onto her stomach. "Raise your ass to me," he barked.

She complied, meeting three stern spanks. I was in two minds about the change of direction. If she was secretly enjoying herself, I didn't mind. But if he was really hurting her right before my eyes... It was dangerous.

"You're my wife," he began, "and I will dictate who you fuck and when you fuck them. Understand?"

She flinched under a further smack across both cheeks. "Yes, sir, I'm sorry for being such a slut wife."

I could barely believe my ears, never mind my eyes. Yet my cock was hard and my hand unwittingly wrapped around it, pulling myself off over the entire scenario. There was something so ridiculous and yet so convincing about their role play. For several seconds at a time I fell into the falsehood of their union, believing I really was in the presence of a married couple. If it were true, I would have begged the husband to let me fuck his stunning wife.




My Fiancee Takes an Older Man Ch. 07



He slipped his fingers into her wet cunt and had her bucking back on them instantaneously. The bitch was in heat and loving her hound. He prised his fingers from her and rubbed her juice into her anus. I could barely grasp the situation. This girl who in reality I was engaged to marry. She wouldn't have sex with me, never mind an anal ban that had lasted 18 months, and yet she would gladly spread her ass cheeks for him.

"That feels good," she said, as he pushed a finger into her ass.

"Good girl," he said, and kissed the cheeks of her behind. "Look at our chauffeur. Show him the lust in your eyes as I pleasure your ass."

She followed his every word, her eyes darting from my eyes to my erect cock.

Back and forth, he fucked her hole with his finger. "Tell our chauffeur what you want."

She was silent.

He pushed a second finger against her anus, as if to punish her refusal to talk. With brute force, he forced it inside.

She gasped. "Holy shit," she muttered.

He smiled and placed her hand around his cock. "Tell him what you confessed to me as I fucked you in the shower earlier."

She jerked him with intent, but her mouth was reluctant to talk. She shut her eyes.

He kissed her ass. "Don't be shy, honey. I'm proud of my slut wife. Tell the chauffeur what you crave."

She rubbed her pussy with her free hand. "I want cock. Now. Please."

He smacked her ass. "Now, honey, you know that's not what I'm referring to." He leaned over her, licking from the crack of her ass to the back of her neck. "Confess, honey. Now."

She shivered under his touch and opened her eyes, concentrating them on me. "I want another man to play with me."

I felt a resurgence of the 3-in-a-bed I had been promised at the swimming pool. That finally I was to be the other man.

Her husband encouraged her ass with harder strokes. "That's not how you put it earlier," he said.

"I want another man." Her breathing was heavy. "To take me." She was struggling even to wank him. "To fuck me." His anal assault was too much. "To use me." Her body began to shake. "I want to be a whore for him." She had her first orgasm and squirmed herself away from his touch. She shook and shivered for almost half a minute, curling up in a foetal position.

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked, his tone contrary to before. He stroked her legs.

She shifted herself onto her back and spread her legs, pulling him towards her. He took up his position and entered her, causing them both to moan with pleasure. Then something strange happened. He didn't fuck her. He made love to her. Their mouths entwined, their hands searched each other, her legs wrapped around his waist. He had brought her to climax with absolute filth. Now he was taking her in a completely opposite direction.

My heart thumped. The fantasy had changed. This really felt like a genuine husband and wife. That threesome that had been so tantalisingly thrown before me was now nothing more than a loving, caring couple exploring each other's bodies with the utmost of love and desire. She looked gorgeous as they made love. Absolutely beautiful, especially in those stiletto heels. My jealousy was stirring. My promise to not ruin their weekend serving as a reminder not to interfere. If this was their last time to be together, I wouldn't stop it.

The only noises in the room were theirs. Their tongues, they lips, their sex. She turned slightly on her side, crossing one leg high over the other to expose her pussy to his cock. Her eyes were shut as he nibbled her neck. My eyes found the wedding ring on her finger. That dominant symbol of his shambolic possession of my fiancée.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She looked to my cock and licked her lips. Was she craving it? She repeated the gesture. I pointed at my chest, then gesticulated a suggestion that I move closer. She nodded.

I casually crawled across the huge bed to where he was making love to her. She reached her hand out and her fingertips found the head of my cock.

Immediately, he pulled her hand away. "What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Nothing," she answered, the guilt in her voice obvious.

I wondered how much of this was staged. How elaborate was their fantasy husband and wife weekend? If I needed to, I was prepared to blow both their masks off and end their ridiculous fun there and then.

"I forbid you to touch our chauffeur." He leaned down and kissed her lips. "May I remind you that you are my wife and that I expect you to honour and obey me."

I could have sworn I saw real emotion, real shame, in her face.

"Yes, sir," she replied, whimpering under an unexpected stroke from his cock inside her.

"You will have to be punished." He looked at me. "Both of you will."

I wondered how much she had told him about my darker fantasies? That sometimes I found a real buzz from humiliation, despite the mixed feelings that buzz always brought. The sheer possibility that she had indulged him about them, terrified me. Yet I couldn't deny I was blind to the thrill.

"What are you going to do?" she asked him eventually.

He pulled his cock from her. "You are to lie face down in the centre of this bed." He stood off the bed. "You, up," he told me.

I stood from the bed as well and watched my fiancée, his so-called wife, obey him and lie down as he had told her.

"Spread-eagle," he said.

She complied and we both took an admiring view of her shaven pussy.

"And as for our chauffeur," he started, "your punishment is to be sent to the bathroom." He wasn't looking me in the eye as he spoke. "I cannot have my wife distracted by another man."

I was speechless.

"One of us will send for you when we are finished." He climbed onto the bed and towards her.

I was frozen to the spot, a fact I doubted he was unaware of.

He whispered in her ear, but not low enough that I didn't hear every word. "Tell him to go," he had said.

"Bab-" She cut herself off, knowing she was pushing away the veil of their fantasy with her accidental choice of wording. "Mr chauffeur, please wait in the bathroom."

"Are you sure?" I said quickly.

There was no hesitation. "Yes, this is what I want."

"Tell him it's what I want," he again whispered.

"Please just go," she said.

I turned and headed away from them. The only sound I heard before I shut the bathroom door was the familiar thrash of his palm on her ass. I sat on the toilet and knew my decision had been made. I was putting a stop to their relationship. The fun was fuelled by my lust, my desires, my secrets. But it was going beyond what I was in any way in control of and the time had come to end it. I was prepared to give her the rest of the weekend to enjoy herself, provided of course that she still was. In the new week, though, she was finishing with him. Or I with her.

I listened to his grunts and her moans. He wasn't making love to her again. He was fucking her.

"That's it," she cried.

"Tell me you love it," he shouted.

"I love it, sweetie."

I put my hand around my hard cock and started jerking it again. She was raising her voice, no doubt deliberately, for my pleasure. She was still thinking about me, stuck in that bathroom and unable to watch.

"You give me it so good."

He grunted. "Like a good husband should do."

Their respective moans continued for a few minutes, then there was nothing. I put my ear to the door. I couldn't quite understand what I was hearing. I thought I heard a whimper.

"That's it, good girl."

Surely not another whimper followed, but I was pretty certain.

"Oh, you feel so tight."

I couldn't understand every word. Perhaps more than I realised was my own guesswork. Or worse, my imagination running wild. The familiar noises started up again, although I was sure hers was with less pleasure than before. After a few more minutes, her moans had returned. Whatever he was doing to her, the little slut was enjoying it.

He growled. "I'm close, honey."

She squealed. "Oh, sweetie, that's it." She raised her voice, evidently under every stroke. "That's it! Oh God! Fuck my ass!"

There were grunts, cries, moans, motions which sent shock-waves through the wall and then silence. I halted my wanking, embarrassed at the prospect of one of them, especially him, walking in on me.

The door flew open and she rushed inside. "Move, let me sit down."

I hesitated.

"Quickly, his cum's running out of my ass."

I rose from the toilet, barely able to comprehend her words.

"Make sure you take a shower," her husband called from the other room. "The chauffeur can give you a hand, but no funny business. Keep the bathroom door open at all times."

She sat on the toilet, wiping herself with paper. She looked incredible. Naked but for the heels. Yet she was a total slut, the cum of another man in her rectum. In our entire relationship, in all the years, I had only ever once had the pleasure of shooting my load in her ass. My cock was hard and I couldn't help but stroke it as I watched her.

"Did you enjoy that?" I whispered.

She looked up, her eyes focusing on my hard cock. She beckoned me towards her.

I quietly moved closer. "Did you?" I repeated.

She put her hand on my cock and automatically I released it to her. "He's a great lover." Her voice was barely audible as she pulled back and forth on me. She leaned towards the door and checked if he was near, then she brought her mouth forward and sucked the head of my cock.

"I hope you're behaving in there," he called. "It sounds too quiet from out here."

She pleasured me for a couple of long, beautiful seconds before she answered him. "I'm just sitting on the toilet, darling, you gave me a lot of cum to expel."

He laughed, unaware his apparent wife was giving me oral sex mere feet away. "Good girl," he remarked.

She delivered her tongue, swooping around my circumference. Then back and forth her mouth rocked on my whole cock, as if begging me to fuck her face. My balls were aching for release. I had to force myself to hurry. I knew I couldn't cope with another interruption.

"If I don't hear you in the shower in the next minute I'm coming in there," he called.

"Okay, darling," she replied. She wanked me hard, her eyes encouraging me to finish quickly. "Baby," she began, whispering, "I can feel his cum running out of my ass right now. Think about that."

The blood rushed to my head as I shuddered. I bit my lip and managed to stifle "Fuck," as the orgasm seized control. The first shot landed on her left breast, the second the right and the rest splattered her thighs.

"Honey," he shouted, more forcefully. "Shower. Now."

"Okay," she began, removing her heels, "but don't blame me if the maids find your cum all over the tiled floor." She winked at me, then took my hand.

I helped her to her feet, my other hand instinctively finding her perfect waist. I escorted her to the shower, patting her fantastic backside as she hopped in. I turned both taps until the temperature was to her pleasing, then I took the shower head and began to spray the water over her beautiful, naked body. She turned around and presented her ass, parting her cheeks so I could clean his cum from her anus. The water trickled down to her pussy lips, thighs and finally to her feet. She purred.

"She is beautiful, isn't she," he said, standing fully clothed at the door in a suit.

I was frightfully aware of my own nudity in the situation. "Yes."

She took the shower head from me and washed her chest, hidden from view and no doubt to remove the evidence that I had came over her only a couple of minutes earlier.

"I want the chauffeur to wash you, honey," he said.

She turned to us, revealing those gorgeous breasts and pussy. She handed the shower head back to me. "Clean my pussy," she instructed, and parted her lips with one hand.

I sprayed the warm water over her clit and lips, lusting for her as she rubbed herself before me.

"That's it," he began, his feet thudding on the tiles as he neared, "I want her nice and fresh." He stopped when he was stood right next to me. "Spray her from head to toe."

I complied, washing first her hair, then her face, shoulders, arms, breasts, navel, back, bottom, thighs, legs and feet. Time ticked away and I experienced both enjoyment and embarrassment. To be in awe of her stunning figure. To be unable to truly touch her. To be naked in the presence of another fully-clothed man. It was humiliating. The fact that now even I was taking orders from him.

"Okay, you're finished," he said, taking the shower head from me.

"Did you leave out another suit for him to wear?" she asked.

"Yes, it's on the bed." He turned to me. "You should go and change now." He sprayed water over my fiancée's clit. "We'll be out in a few minutes."

Her fingers danced under the water, caressing her sex as he watched.

"I do love having a younger wife," he said, reaching out a hand and slipping a finger into her pussy.

"Oh God," she muttered.

I left the room.

* * * * *

I was fully dressed in a fetching suit when they reappeared from the bathroom ten minutes later. From the noises I had overheard it was obvious he had fingerfucked her until she reached another orgasm. I wasn't sure if anything else had happened, nor was I prepared to ask questions. He was leading her by the hand, himself still clothed, whilst she remained naked. My eyes marvelled at her pussy, although still I missed the small tuft of hair she had always kept for me.

"What would you like me to wear for you, sweetie?" she asked him, nibbling his neck.

"I have already decided. I think the time has come for me to show you off in the cocktail dress."

I sat on the bed and watched her retrieve the garment from a wardrobe. Her stunning ass was so close to my face, her cheeks causing my heart to pound harder. I could barely believe he had fucked it whilst I sat in the bathroom masturbating. And yet I knew he had. I had cleaned his cum from her insides.

"What underwear?" she asked. "Stockings, suspenders...?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, and about panties? Thong or skimpy g-string?"

"Neither," he said. "I don't want you wearing anything under that dress."

She half-turned to him, revealing a beautiful outline of shape. My eyes fixated on those pert, perfect breasts, the nipples standing to attention. How I wished I could tweak them as she told me he had done so on her. I thought of their first time together and how still I knew only snippets of what had occurred. That text message where he had revealed binding her hands behind her back. That he really enjoyed dominating her that way.

"I want you to feel beautiful and free," he added.

She smiled, a flattered, almost embarrassed smile. "I'm assuming you have a pair of shoes in mind too?"

He nodded and pointed to the floor. There were gold-coloured 4 inch heels. She bent over to pick them up, taking a couple of seconds longer than required and revealing her well-used pussy to me.

She dressed quickly in front of us. The cocktail dress was sheer beauty and elegance, accentuating her curves and clinging to her nipples. It was slit to the thigh and she would have to be careful not to reveal her shaven pussy to any onlookers. She retreated to the bathroom, explaining she wished to apply her make-up.

"I'll take her for a meal, just the two of us," he began. "You can join us later in the bar. I think there's a lot more fun to be had before the day is over."

I nodded, although I could only wonder what he was thinking of.

* * * * *

My mobile phoned beeped about half an hour after they had left. It was from her. "Hi baby. We're waiting on our main course. He says to tell you all the men are checking me out. Sneaked him into ladies toilets after starters. Made a short video clip for you. Sending it on now."

My head spun at the possibilities. I held the phone in my hand, waiting. The waiting continued. How long did it take to send a video clip? Perhaps there was a problem with the network.

After ten minutes of hearing nothing I set the phone down and went to the toilet, expecting it go off while I was away. When I returned, still I had heard nothing. I waited for another half hour, growing increasingly agitated. I texted her, asking if she had sent it. The reply was swift. "Sorry. I forgot. Having too much fun. Feel so sexy all these men's eyes on me. Sending it now."

Five agonising minutes later my mobile beeped with the receipt of a new multimedia message. I hit open and gulped.

The sound, loud and of a nearby flushing toilet, was irrelevant. The image was of my fiancée, obviously taken from her so-called husband's perspective. She was staring into the camera, smiling. Her face quickly retreated, revealing their location as the inside of a cubicle. Her hand came into view, wrapped around his cock. She put his circumsised head to her lips, kissed it, then opened up and swallowed him whole. She was fast, challenging the limits of the phone's technology to keep up. At times, she was a blur in motion, sucking the cock of a man she really wasn't engaged to marry. Betraying all the sanctity of a union she had insisted upon. That ring upon her finger, false and his. She flicked her tongue out, navigating his shaft. I glanced at the sliding bar of the running time. The clip was already halfway through.

His free hand caressed her cheek, then grabbed her hair and almost violently yanked her away from his cock. Her eyes widened, lust rather than fear the predominant emotion. He told her to tell the camera what she wanted, adamant as he reiterated the command. She was hesitant to talk, her mouth and tongue fighting for another moment with his cock. His voice was stern as he insisted. Her voice was hoarse as she confessed she wanted another man inside her. He gently allowed her a little closer to his cock, her tongue managing to lick the head again. She was told to tell the camera who this other man was. Her eyes glanced up from his manhood and began to answer. The clip concluded before she could finish her sentence, revealing only "the guy-"

What guy? The guy didn't sound like the chauffeur. Who was she referring to? Had the clip ran to its maximum allotted length or had he deliberately cut it short to anger me? To humiliate me. To remind me of my relegation. Within five minutes, I had watched it twice again and I was stroking my hard cock over it.

Another text arrived, again from her. This one instructed me to meet them in the bar. I was reluctant not to relieve myself. However, I was all too familiar with her recent behaviour and her early request that I stay as close as possible to her. Perhaps to finally sneak off for that illicit liaison together.

As I headed out of the room and to the elevator my mobile again beeped. I pulled it from my pocket and I was immediately surprised by the sender. It was him. Most unusual. I opened it and read the contents. "The 2 stunners from the pool are drinking down here and on the pull. If the chauffeur wants the night off it could be arranged."

TO BE CONTINUED. FEEDBACK / IDEAS FOR FUTURE PARTS WELCOME.



My Fiancee Takes an Older Man Ch. 08



I entered the bar and spotted my fiancée in conversation with two men, neither of whom I recognised. Her body language was openly flirtatious. Her so-called husband called my name and beckoned me to his table in the corner. I detested my obedience as I walked over.

"This is a good seat to watch her," he insisted. "Everyone in here has noticed her."

"I'm not surprised," I conceded, pulling out a chair. "She looks stunning in that dress."

He nodded, his eyes focused on her.

Unfortunately, my own position granted no view of her unless I cranked my neck 180 degrees.

"Can I ask you a question?" he said.

I saw no point in refusing. "Go ahead."

"Is it true you haven't had her ass for over a year and a half?"

I felt my face redden. "Yes."

He looked me in the eye. "Don't you miss it? I mean, look at it. She has the most perfect ass in the world."

I could hear her laughter from the bar and turned to see her playfully pat one of the men's arms. She was up for anything. I could tell. She may as well have been single, never mind apparently married to another man, and certainly not engaged to me.

"I used to love watching my wife with other men," he began, obviously referring to his real-life, estranged partner. "It was like a drug. It was all I ever thought about. She was just filthy You fucked her yourself years ago, so you know what I mean."

"Yeah," I agreed, my mind casting back to one night in particular when I had fucked his wife while she begged for me to pull out and cum on her pussy.

"But she was just average looking. Now, look at her," he pointed at my fiancée, "she is a one-of-a-kind looker. And she's up for anything in the bedroom, or out of it." He took a drink of his beer and pushed across an untouched pint for myself.

"Cheers," I said.

"You do miss fucking her ass, right?"

"Of course." My humiliation continued.

"You do realise that if I ordered her to let you fuck her ass she would do it?"

I genuinely hadn't thought about it. "I suppose."

"You suppose? Wake up. She'll do absolutely anything I tell her. She's living out her wildest fantasy and loving every second. You know her better than I do, but be honest... Have you ever seen her so submissive?"

"No," I said, downing a quarter of the beer in one go.

"We can fun with this. There's no reason for us not to work together. I have no problem with you. I would understand if a lot of what has happened has gone beyond your own fantasies, mate, I really would. But you have to realise that she and I have shared not only beds but deep conversation too. She's told me you enjoy humiliation."

This was a perfect example. I didn't know where to look, although my eyes were drawn to a man stroking my fiancée's bare arm as she spoke to another.

"So a lot of what we do is for your benefit, your indulgence."

I knew then where so much of her vocabulary had come from.

"Like I said, we can work together." He sipped his beer. "Wouldn't you love to fuck that ass of hers again?"

I grinned.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

I looked around and saw the blonde and brunette from the swimming pool posing for a photograph. They were locking lips for the shot. The flash went off and they jokingly pecked for the cameraman, a liquored guy who almost fell off his stool. He passed the camera to the blonde, who thanked him. The camera was evidently hers and the images probably only hours away from a Facebook posting.

"She's had a fair amount to drink," he stated. "My... Wife." He chuckled. "Hang on a minute. Let's see if she notices this."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Remember the guy in the changing rooms? He's just walked in. He's making a beeline for the bar."

I shot a glance and in the same moment she realised his presence. I couldn't lip read, but her body language was obvious. She was excusing herself from the two men she had been flirting with and availing herself for the new stranger. His eyes stared at her legs, more than likely dreaming of slipping a hand between that slit at the thighs.

"She wanted him to be here. He caught her eye in the pool while you were chatting to the two girls."

"Do you think she'll-"

"Absolutely," he interrupted.

"Hello again," came the voice.

I looked up. "Hello, how are you?" I said, recognising the beautiful brunette from earlier.

"I'm great." She paused to call her blonde friend over. "Do you mind if we join you?"

"By all means," he said, and held out his hand. He introduced us both.

"I'm Katie," responded the brunette. "And this is Victoria."

Victoria returned a gorgeous smile before she sat next to him. I was joined by the stunning Katie. I glanced to the bar and saw my fiancée joining the stranger for a drink, sitting on a stool. She noticed our company and touched the man's arm, gripping him in a flirtatious manner. I smiled at Katie, encouraging her to follow suit. If the girl I was marrying was determined to be a slut, I was even more sure I was going to have my fun. Katie leaned forward, exposing her cleavage. She put her finger on my chest.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely gorgeous?" she asked.

I laughed, as did the rest of our table.

"Katie," began Victoria, "I thought we said we'd play it subtle?"

"I don't care." Katie was obviously tipsy. "I think he's gorgeous and I don't care what anyone thinks about that." She looked at me again. "Except you, sweetheart."

"I think you're pretty damn hot yourself," I replied.

She smiled, then bit her lower lip.

The flirting continued between myself and Katie. My fiancée's so-called husband had his eye on Victoria, and she perhaps too on him, but he played it much cooler. I looked to the bar as often as I could. Her legs were beautiful, so much flesh on show. I couldn't be certain, but my suspicions were great, that she flashed the stranger on a couple of occasions. If she did, his reaction was so elusive it led me to doubt my eyes.

Katie and Victoria excused themselves to go to the toilet together. They held hands as they walked, both wearing revealing dresses which barely covered the cheeks of their asses.

"You're definitely in there," he said quickly.

I nodded, confidence already reinforced.

"You should go for it." He casually pointed to my fiancée. "She's living the fantasy that she isn't yours. Why should you not let it go and do the same?" He leaned over the table, lowering his voice. "I'm not saying this to be cruel, but I've fucked every part of her today. Aren't you wanting some fun yourself?"

"Yes I do."

"Look at her now."

My eyes went to the bar. There was a slut in full flow, another man's hand on her thigh with his fingers tantalisingly close to slipping under that dress and up to her shaven cunt.

"You and I both know that guy watched her suck my cock earlier. He knows it."

Ironically, I knew that she knew it. I had told her.

"Do you really think she's not going to let him fuck her?"

"I... I don't know... No, she wouldn't."

He sighed. "You really are naïve. Of course she is. She's already told me several times today she wants someone else to fuck her while we're here. I want to watch her get fucked. If she really wants to take this husband and wife fantasy the whole way, that's what I'd want to see if she was my true wife."

I was speechless.

"The question you have to ask yourself is this. Do you want to watch another man fuck her or do you want to fuck that brunette?"

Katie and Victoria appeared from the ladies. Victoria noticed our slut at the bar and sat closer to the so-called husband.

"Isn't that woman supposed to be with you?" she asked.

"She's my wife." He was smiling.

"But that guy's practically... Well, you know..."

"He may as well be fingering her," he said.

Victoria and Katie laughed.

"For want of a better word... Yes," she conceded.

"It's like this. My wife is a slut. I love her for it. I openly encourage her to meet other men and to do whatever she wants. Nothing gives me greater pleasure."

There was silence.

"And what about you," began Katie, her eyes on me, "have you ever had sex with her?"

"I won't allow him," he said, answering quickly. "I don't mind strangers, but this is a friend I know too well."

"So, you're available?" asked Katie.

"I am," I replied.

"Good," she said, one of her hands finding my leg.

Victoria had one more question for him. "And what about you? Does it work both ways? Are you allowed to sample other goods?"

He hesitated, but with such confidence that he gave a wide smile through each second of the pause. "Absolutely."

 * * * * *

 Katie and Victoria had drank wine, cocktails and shots when they started kissing each other openly, attracting the attention of every red-blooded male in the room. My fiancée noticed and her face was not one of elation. She heightened her flirting with the stranger at the bar, exaggerating her laughter, touching his hands, his arms and his legs, playing with her hair and various other tell-tale signals.

"Excuse me for a moment," announced her husband, "I need to speak to my wife."

Victoria broke her kiss with Katie. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, I just need to tell her exactly that. That everything is fine."

Katie did her best to distract me, although my eyes were fixed on the bar. He spoke to her, leaning in close to her ear, he shook the stranger's hand, exchanged words and laughter, then kissed my fiancée on the cheek and returned to the table.

"I wonder what he said to her," said Victoria.

Katie looked to the bar. "Whatever it was, she's not wasting any time."

My heart pounded as my fiancée's tongue entwined with another man's. She was really going for it. I had watched her kiss her so-called husband on several occasions, but never someone else. It was without hesitation that I leaned forward and met Katie's mouth. We kissed slowly at first, then she stepped up the pace. Her tongue was soft, wet and delicious. The liberation of enjoying a younger, stunning girl was tantamount to euphoria. I kissed her harder, then carefully broke away, sealing my lips on hers. She moaned as I made my way to her neck and shoulders, my hands stroking her beautiful, bare legs. I looked to the bar. She was still kissing the stranger.

"Hey, you pair," began Victoria, "get a room."

We laughed, backed off and each took a sip of our drinks.

"You're just jealous," he remarked, tapping Victoria's elbow.

She grinned, one finger on her glass. "Maybe I am," she revealed, flicking her blonde hair.

"You should kiss him," suggested Katie, smiling. "He's very good."

Victoria laughed, leaned over and whispered something in Katie's ear.

"I'm up for it," said Katie.

My fiancée approached the table, ignored the girls and myself and kneeled in front of her husband. His eyes were fixed on her legs, parted enough to give him an eyeful. She spoke lower than I expected, the presence of the girls no doubt calming her desire to inflict humiliation on one or both of the men in her life.

"I need the toilet," said Victoria, suddenly uncomfortable in the situation, and stood.

"Me too," echoed Katie, following.

He reached down and stroked my fiancée's bare leg. "You no longer need to whisper," he began. "We don't need to keep secrets from the chauffeur."

She looked at me then back to him. She remained silent.

"Repeat what you just told me. As your husband, I command you." He slipped his hand under the split of the dress to her pussy, unable to be seen by anyone in the bar.

She smiled, almost giddy under his touch. "That guy..."

"What's his name?"

She moaned, his hand moving back and forth under her dress. "David. His name's David. He's asked me back to his room."

"And what are you going to do, honey?" he demanded, a subtle sound of her juices in his fingers concluding his question.

She lowered her head. "Whatever you tell me to do."

I stared at her, dazzled by her stunning looks and shocked by her submissive guise. I had never needed to empty myself inside her more. Never since before I had first asked her out had I been so hesitant to tell her my desires. Never had I truly felt such a possessive fear that I might never fuck her pussy again.

"If I tell you that you are forbidden from allowing him to fuck you?" he asked.

"I will remain faithful to my husband," she replied, without hesitation and as if the lines had been rehearsed.

"And what if I order you to allow him?"

"Then I will allow him to."

"Finally," he cleared his throat, "what if I order you to do what you want to do?" He withdrew his fingers from her cunt.

She moaned, an agonising moan of emptiness. "I want to go back to his room. I want to explore the possibilities. I want to lose all control."

"You want to be a slut wife?" he asked.

I couldn't continue my silence any longer.

Katie and Victoria appeared from the toilets, my fiancée noticed and stood. She kissed her so-called husband on the cheek. "That's exactly what I want to be," she said.

"Then I order you to go with the final option. Do what you want to do."

Her eyes lit up as she turned and walked away from our table. She refused to lock eyes on Katie, in particular, and ignored a smile from Victoria when they shared a glance. Who was she more jealous of? The brunette? Or the fact she and I had kissed? She walked to the bar, linked arms with the stranger, or David as she had called him, and headed for the door. I couldn't believe my eyes. The girl I was engaged to marry, not only had been fucked over and over by another man, but was now headed to bed with a second.

I turned to Katie. "I'm gonna fuck you tonight, gorgeous," I said.

She looked initially surprised. "That's very forward." She laughed. "But not an issue." Her tongue found mine.

When we eventually caught a breath, we realised Victoria was all over him.

 * * * * *

 Victoria fumbled for the keycard to their room, his fingers under her dress and touching her pussy through the outside of her panties. I had my fingers inside Katie, throwing all caution to the wind and deciding that nothing would prevent me fucking her younger, sexy body. Her teeth were nibbling on my tongue, encouraging me to probe her further.

"I want you inside me," she confessed.

The door to their room opened and Victoria pulled him inside. Katie and I followed, instinct our only guidance as our lips never parted and my fingers refused to withdraw.

My mind drifted to my fiancée, images of her in the stranger's arms. In David's arms. On David's cock.

Katie's hand found my cock in my trousers and squeezed hard. I sensed her disappointment that I was not erect. My own shame and fears beginning to surface. Her eyes darted to Victoria on her knees, with his cock obviously in her mouth. I had little doubt he was hard. Katie smiled as she rubbed me. I tensed up and prayed I would stiffen.

"It's okay," she said. "Don't worry."

We entered the bathroom and she sat herself on the edge of the bath, spreading her legs. Her pussy ever so inviting, I dived to my knees and tasted her clit. There was barely a trace of pubic hair anywhere at all.

"Oh God!" she screamed.

My tongue worshipped this perfect, younger specimen, eating up her juices so full of life and of lust. She rocked her body back and shoved her hips towards me. My hands seized her thighs and she gasped. Our eyes locked on each other. I backed away from her clit and enjoyed the sensation of her legs buckling. I glanced to her pussy lips and grinned, inhaling her sweet, sexy scent.

"Lick me... Please."

I hesitated, only out of badness. Suddenly all control was lost and my tongue found the slit between her lips.

"FUCK!!!!"

Her moistness was beyond what I had imagined. Here was a girl who truly looked after herself, if her taste was any evidence to go on.

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" she cried, clawing my scalp.

I had little to no intention, my only concern my cock still drooping in my trousers. I licked intently at Katie's pussy and freed one of my hands from her legs. I fondled myself to no avail. Panic set in. What if I couldn't gain an erection? What if I wasted this most fantastic of opportunities to nail a beauty such as Katie? Was there something seriously wrong with me? I couldn't control an erection when I watched my fiancée with someone else, but when I was with someone else there was just nothing at all. My heart pounded, more out of fear than fanatical lust.

"That's it, that's it... Oh... My..."

Her words disappeared as my other hand found its way inside her. I could perform miracles on the body of another, but still my cock lay dormant.

"I want you to fuck me!" came Victoria's cry from the other room.

I worried Katie would soon make a similar demand.

"Your fingers feel so good," she whispered.

I relaxed inside, but did not relent my efforts with either hand. My sweat broke. Her cries increased. My cock may as well have been in another hotel.

"Hey," he called. "Why don't you two come out here and join us?"

Katie began to move. I released my cock and held her pretty little figure by her waist, my tongue making no retreat from her clit and my fingers dancing inside that gorgeous cunt of hers.

"Oh God," she replied. "We'll be a minute."

There was laughter from the other room.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me," Katie insisted.

"I can't wait to get inside you," I replied, frantically fighting for some mental block to disappear.

There was the familiar sound of his grunting from the other room. I felt so low, so scarred, by the fact that this bull could not only fuck my fiancée in front of me several times, but another young girl next door and here I was with Katie and nothing was happening below my waist.

"Enough!" he shouted. "Join us!"

Katie crossed her legs and pushed my head to the side. I nuzzled her beautiful, soft thigh and wondered what on earth was wrong with me. She pulled my tongue to hers.

"I love the taste of myself," she said.

Something fired down below. It was minuscule. But I didn't miss it. Her hand found mine and led me out of the bathroom. The additional exercise and redeployment of my blood flow did little favours for my problem.

We were greeted with the sight of Victoria bent over the far side of the bed, ass in the air, as he pounded into her. Both were completely naked. Both were looking in our direction. Both noticed my cock before I could pull Katie in front of me. I couldn't deny I was thrilled by the thoughts of my fiancée serving me up a little humiliation, but this was something completely different. And it was not something I enjoyed.

"Come here, babe," said Victoria.

Katie slipped off her dress and climbed onto the bed, shoving her own rear upwards. Any real man would have had the balls to fuck that, I thought. My instinct was evolving into a desire to shield my cock from view rather than to proudly announce it to the game.

"Look at that," he said, proudly.

The two gorgeous girls were exploring each other's mouths, Victoria much more earnestly as the passion of having a cock inside her took her to another level. Katie's antics were jovial, but the sexual depletion obvious. Especially to I.

"Fuck her hole," he said.

"Oh yes, please," she begged. "I need fucked so badly."

I approached rather quickly, realising a hesitation would only give further view to my embarrassing situation. Suddenly I was behind Katie. I buried my face in her pussy. It was the only distraction. Her moans confirmed a temporary reprieve.

"You feel so good inside me," Victoria announced to him and to anyone else who cared to listen.

"I want you to fuck me next," Katie added.

My humiliation increased. Yet another conquest on the horizon for him. Yet another disappointment for me.

"FUCK!" squealed Victoria.




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My fingers replaced my tongue on Katie's pussy and I dared my eyes to watch the action unfold before me. He had Victoria's hair in the palm of his hand, wrenching hard so her neck was stretched upwards. He was fucking her as if she were a wanton slut. I side-glanced to an imaginary camera. Surely she was a wanton slut! I returned my stare. I wondered, as my fingers rammed in and out of Katie's cunt, if he had ever fucked my fiancée with such vigour.

"Oh my God!" cried one of the girls.

Then it struck me. She was no doubt in a similar position to Victoria right that very instant, giving her cheap cunt to that David guy. If not, then I could only surmise her mouth was impaled upon him. Or her ass. Jesus, I thought, what if she gave her ass away to yet another man?

My heartbeat increased, my cock hit my leg first and then stretched out before me. Below Katie's cunt. I was hard. The fear -- or rather the thought and the mental pictures -- of my fiancée being a dirty slut with another man had solved my problem. I couldn't fathom how fucked up that made me. But for that single moment I really didn't care. I was erect and there was a stunning, younger woman on all fours before me.

"Fuck me now!" she cried.

TO BE CONTINUED. FEEDBACK / IDEAS FOR FUTURE PARTS WELCOME.



My Fiancee Takes an Older Man Ch. 09



In the previous part, he and I pulled a blonde, Victoria, and a brunette, Katie, in the hotel bar. We were invited back to their room. Meanwhile my fiancée, playing the role of his wife to the new people we have met, has gone back to another room with another man named David. The last part ended with me gaining an erection, with Katie bent over in front of me.

"Fuck me now!" Katie cried.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back towards me until the head of my cock was nestled at the entrance to her cunt. She was beautifully soaking, shaven and, I knew I was seconds away from discovering, sensual. She pushed herself back as much as possible, her back arched. I hesitated, seeking to enjoy the moment, the thrill, the lust -- the almost forgotten feeling of a woman desiring to be taken and fucked.

"FUCK YES!"

I was inside her, her pussy enveloping more of my cock as I ploughed forward. The feeling of a new pussy to explore was only amplified by the denial -- the cuckolding - I had been forced from another. Katie wasn't my fiancée. She was younger. She was fresh. She was fucking hot.

"Turn her more towards the wall," he suggested.

"Yeah," agreed Victoria, her eyes a frenzy, "I wanna see your cock going in and out of her."

I obliged, almost too willingly. Katie's equal obedience suggested she was up for anything as well. She buried her head on the bed, thrust her hips higher and discovered what it was to be fucked by a man who had been denied a cunt for too long. I slammed into her hard, smacking her cheeks with the palms of my hand. This was the fucking my fiancée had earned. This was the fucking she had spurned. This was the fucking that young Katie would never forget.

Victoria crawled forward on all fours. She neared Katie's midriff, her hands reaching out and stroking her body. He joined her on the bed, her pussy just out of reach of his cock if he remained standing at the side of the bed.

"Oh, I love being fucked!" yelled Katie.

Victoria's hands roamed over Katie's waist, I presumed to her breasts and finally down to her pussy. I felt her fingers caressing my balls, although my rhythm was much too violent to pause for a sensual stroking.

"Let me taste you on his cock," Victoria suggested to Katie.

Katie slumped forward and my cock was achingly released from her snatch.

Victoria didn't hesitate, her tongue lashing every remnant of her friend's pussy from my head. She worshipped every drop which had gathered under the foreskin, leaving no trace untouched.

"There's more," I insisted, pulling the foreskin forward and revealing inches to the base covered in Katie's juice.

Victoria's will was to coat me first in her saliva, then to suck everything right back up. He was still fucking her, although his pace had slackened.

"I wonder if your wife's getting fucked yet," Katie said, completely out of the blue.

He smiled.

I worried and closed my eyes, images of her being held down and used by another man permeating my mind. Stills and video clips lined my synapses. Her being dominated and desiring every shock to her system that would come with the humiliating use of a stranger. I couldn't help but imagine her satisfaction, her lust, her craving, her success at enjoying the attention of the opposite sex.

Victoria started to suck my cock differently. No longer pursuing the taste of a friend. Intently, she was readying me to supply one or both of them with my own juice.

"I hope so," he admitted. "And then she can tell me about it later."

"That is sooooo cool," Katie said.

The sound of Victoria sucking my cock reverberated around the room. Her discipline seemed too perfect, as if she was no longer distracted. I opened my eyes and saw him joining Katie on the bed, his cock no longer inside his blonde slut. He brushed Katie's beautiful brunette hair behind her ear and pulled her towards his groin.

"Is this what you like your wife doing to other men?" she asked, taking his cock in her hand and jerking him gently.

"Yes," he managed, adjusting to the new touch of another.

I grasped Victoria's long, blonde hair in a bunch. She gazed up, half-enabling a smile to escape her lust-fuelled lips. She wasn't dropping my cock from her mouth for nobody. Fuck, she was good. A real antidote for all the humiliation and heartbreak -- if I could even use that word -- my fiancée had put me through. A gentle reminder that I had been the one to open Pandora's box jolted my memory with a mental picture of the first time he had fucked her a few weeks earlier. When I had been ordered to the pub. When all knowledge of what had happened that night had been denied to me. All that I had to go on was his text message, hinting quite clearly that they had experimented with bondage. That he had restrained her. I saw her bent over with her hands bound, cunt and ass exposed only to him and only for him.

"What else?" Katie asked.

"Suck my cock and I'll tell you," he insisted, beckoning her lips to his head.

She engorged him in a second.

He stifled a rare swear word and enjoyed a few pleasing seconds of oral sex from her.

Victoria cupped my balls and, expertly using her tongue, pushed my cock to one side of her mouth. She held it between her teeth and spat out a couple of vital words. "Somebody's close."

I half-grinned, half-worried of the consequences of being the first to explode.

"I love knowing what a slut she is," he began. "I find her such a sexy lady. No one will ever turn me on the way she does. When I think of another man getting to fuck her, my cock gets rock hard."

I wondered if he was putting himself in my shoes. If he was mocking me. Or if he was recalling stories of his own real-life, ex-wife.

Victoria's fingers travelled under my balls and, with one digit, rubbed my anus. I squirmed at first. "Relax," she insisted.

I was in unfamiliar territory, my behind tense.

She gently circled my anus. She smiled and resumed her sucking of my cock.

"I love knowing that she finds joy in the arms of another man, her mouth on the cock of another, her pussy spread wide for him."

My mind was a sea of my fiancée taking a ready supply of new dicks, under his instruction, of Victoria's mouth on my cock, running back and forth at a phenomenal rate, her fingertip slowly probing the entrance to my ass and Katie's delivering a visually stunning blow-job. How I wished I'd had my turn.

"She is a whore and she loves it," he added.

I felt my balls contorting above her wrist, my anus strangely opening to accept more of her finger and finally my cock beginning to spurt in her mouth.

Her eyes lit up, at first causing doubt as to whether the emotion was anger or joy. She raced her lips to the base of my cock and sucked on my entire length.

I couldn't control a word out of my mouth in that moment, nor a motion in my body. I was an assortment of assault and denial. Pushing her back and fucking her mouth. Wanting relief and straining release. More and more of my cum entered her mouth.

"You lucky lad," he remarked. "I thought sure I'd be first."

For thirty seconds she slurped on my cock and rubbed my anus until finally I could receive no more stimulation. I lifted my crack from her finger and flipped over onto my back, a trail of cum and saliva leading my cock to Victoria's mouth. She smiled, mouth closed, and winked. She rolled herself across the bed to his cock, reaching out and pulling it from Katie's mouth. Katie moaned, one of annoyance and not of pleasure. Victoria's free hand found Katie's chin and gently encouraged her towards her. Their lips made contact, gently at first.

"Holy..." he said, as Katie's tongue found Victoria's and they snogged a cocktail of saliva and cum.

Only I and, perhaps more so Victoria, could testify as to how many parts cum and how many saliva. These stunning sluts were insatiable, allowing no trace to go to waste between them. There was a slight dribble from Victoria's lips. Katie quickly caressed it into her breasts.

My hand found my cock. I had came hard and fast, but still I was erect. A pleasing discovery given my earlier anxieties. I noticed Katie's throat gulp first.

"Spoilsport," he said.

He and I laughed.

Victoria stared into her friend's eyes for a couple of seconds. There was an intensity to her glance. Something shared perhaps only by women. Or rather, sluts. Katie's eyes were almost a picture of intimidation. Of threat. Or rather, threatened. She slowly arched back. Victoria pounced, her hands forcing Katie down hard and holding her still. The blonde on brunette attack had commenced.

"No," whispered Katie, shutting her legs.

Victoria held no interest in her pussy and prised open Katie's mouth, licking her lips in circular motions. She spilled the last of my cum from her mouth. Katie appeared to cringe as she accepted the final load.

"Swallow," insisted Victoria, a wholesome, dominant tone in her voice.

He ran his hands up and down Katie's calves. Her eyes were of the submissive. A last, dying air of reluctance pleading for a reprieve.

"Do it now," Victoria added.

Katie closed her eyes and gulped down my cum. His hands strayed further up her legs until they found Victoria's gorgeous, round ass. She deliberately jutted it out towards him. He spanked her and she purred. Katie took a deep breath, licked her lips a little less reluctantly and gently spread her legs. One of his hands strayed to her pussy, alternating between lips and clit. She was smiling again.

He shifted himself between Katie's legs and spread Victoria's lips over her. "I hope you don't mind," he whispered.

"Not at all," replied Victoria, pushing her pussy towards his cock.

He entered her again and she squealed.

Katie's face was a picture of disappointment. "I need my share of him too," she complained.

His hand continued to pleasure Katie's pussy while he pounding Victoria with his cock, the pussies of the two girls regularly coming into contact. I sat and watched, mesmerised and temporarily forgotten.

"What's he feel like?" Katie asked.

"Fucking great," answered Victoria.

"Let me taste you on him."

Victoria smiled and rammed her cunt back on his cock, eager for more. "Give me another minute first."

He grabbed her hips and violently humped her. Her screams were no doubt heard up and down the corridor. A blonde slut was getting fucked hard and cared not in the slightest who knew. His hands roamed up her sides, grabbing her breasts, a quick dart to Katie's pussy revealed a couple of Victoria's fingers had taken the place of his, until finally he seized her blonde hair and threw her forward. The girls' mouths entwined. Such was the capacity of their lust for each other's tongues that I couldn't decipher what either was saying, although clearly they were trying to communicate.

"Okay, now," said Victoria, clearly and finally.

Katie slid beneath her and pulled his cock from Victoria's cunt. She stuffed it into her mouth and lapped up the taste of her friend on him. Victoria raised one of her legs high in the air and encouraged her pussy to his mouth. His hesitation was invisible if it existed, his tongue diving head first into her young cunt. Her volume hit a new pitch.

I was touched with envy as I watched the developing threesome. He had the stunning Katie engulfing every inch of his cock, saturated with Victoria's juices, whilst he had the run of the gorgeous blonde's cunt on his mouth. I continued to masturbate, hopeful my erection would not cease to exist. Fucking Katie was only my beginning. I wanted to throw Victoria onto her back and fuck her pussy hard. She seemed the kinkier of the two. Perhaps not by far. But there was something insatiable about her sluttiness. An image of my fiancée sucking off David flashed into my eyes. I shook it off and approached the action.

My fingers found Victoria's nipples first. I tweaked them. She opened her eyes and stared at me. I tweaked harder.

She pushed my hands away and shook her head, struggling to steady her shape as he continued to eat her. Was she rejecting me? Her face was a flush with lust. Or was he taking her to her limits? I reached out and stroked her cheek, running my finger towards her lips. She bit my finger, at first playfully. As her body began to shake though, she snapped down on my forefinger and trapped it in her mouth. She was trying to silence her screams. Her breasts bobbed up and down, her waist shook side to side, juice ejaculated from her cunt onto his mouth and chest. Even Katie was coated in some.

I pulled my finger away at the earliest opportunity and examined the damage. Bloody hell, I thought. It was almost unbelievable. There were serious dents from her teeth.

She fell from his mouth to the bed and flopped down on her chest, her lungs heaving for breath.

A rising anger from the pain she had inflicted, I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. "You're not done yet," I insisted.

"Oh God," she said, and at once covered her eyes and wiped sweat from her brow.

I pinned her legs over my shoulders and held my cock against her pussy, rubbing the head up and down her lips. His mouth had ensured she was soaking, open and hungry. I grinned as her eyes locked on mine. It was the first time I had witnessed any shred of vulnerability in Victoria. I was excited. To take this ravishing whore and to fuck her in her moment of weakness, of maximum exposure, was a rare opportunity I dared not miss. I pushed every inch of my cock inside her.

"Fucking hell!" she cried.

I held it deep inside her and didn't miss her stare.

"Oh God, you're right up me."

I pulled it out to the head, held it there, gazed into her lust-crazed eyes, and finally rammed it back inside her. She yelped and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me harder inside her. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, holding nothing back. The intensity of the fucking sent shock waves across the bed, I noticed halting even Katie's sucking of his cock. He was watching too. I disappointed neither, although my seizing of Victoria's cunt as my own was for my own selfish reasons. I needed to feel in control again. In command. At the height of domination. How a man should feel. No more humiliating. Degrading. Or cuckolding. This was pure man on woman. Fucking.

"Don't stop!" cried Victoria.

I had no intention.

"Fucking hell," remarked Katie. "I thought you had an eye for me, but you didn't fuck me like that."

Sweat dripped from my forehead onto Victoria's face. She brought up her tongue to meet it, tasting me good and proper. Yet again.

He crawled his way around Katie and kneeled beside Victoria's face. She was still staring at me as he caressed her cheek and hair. He gently turned her mouth towards his cock and offered her his head.

She allowed her eyes to remain fixed on mine as she took him between her lips. Her tongue circled his head. Still she stared at me. I fucked her pussy hard. Her head rocked back under the force. But her eyes refused to budge their glance. He pushed his cock back and forth in her mouth, never allowing the head to leave.

"That is so hot," said Katie, touching herself as she watched.

He pulled her hair hard so that her head turned completely into his cock, robbing her eyes of our stare. I ever so slightly slackened my pace, building into a comfortable rhythm where I could enjoy every fold of her lips as I entered and exited. I pulled out completely and slapped her clit with my cock. Her response was a cross between a moan and a yelp, although she continued to rock her mouth to and fro on his cock. He reached out to her chest and pinched her nipples. On this occasion, she made no attempt to protect herself.

Katie reached out and stroked his thigh, her fingers edging nearer to his cock. "Let me suck you too," she pleaded.

He chuckled. "You'll need to make room for yourself," he said.

She looked around the bed and sighed. "I feel left out."

I pummelled Victoria with all my might again, determined to force another orgasm out of her before I came.

"You're such a bitch, Victoria," Katie said, her tone joking.

Between gobbles, Victoria affirmed her agreement in a muffled tone.

"You're just loving their cocks, aren't you?"

Another positive response.

Katie dangled her legs over the side of the bed and dragged herself up. She moved around to the other side of him, and knelt down. Her head came level with his cock in Victoria's mouth. She watched eagerly, sticking her tongue out and licking her lips.

"Come closer," he said.

She obeyed.

He pulled his cock from a blonde slut with no intentions of letting him away so easily.

"No, no, no," she complained, shaking her hair wildly as she fought for more of his cock.

He exhaled a subtle hint of laughter and brought Katie's mouth to his member. "Oh yes," he said. "That feels good."

I grabbed Victoria's face and turned her towards me again as I fucked her. Her mouth was gaping wide open as I drilled inside her. Her screams returned quickly. Katie's eyes wandered from his cock to the intensity of my fuck with Victoria. I enjoyed the look of envy upon her. To have two girls in the same room, both desiring me to fuck them. It was a welcome break from the absurdity of my life which had so fluently become the norm.

"Suck my balls," he ordered, and pulled Katie from his cock.

She obliged. His bulging testicles under his cock hid her beautiful eyes from my view.

Victoria's whore-like facial expressions were enough of a substitute to hold my attention as I plunged back and forth inside her. I released her face and grabbed her tits. They were a handy bunch. I squeezed and slapped them as they jiggled about. She threw her head back and screamed. I almost wished he would force his cock back inside her mouth. To silence the tramp. To make her take her fucking with a complete muteness. I turned her on her side, facing towards Katie's mouth on his balls. Go on, I said inside, take it.

Victoria reached out and wanked his cock. She was vigorous, as if she wanted him to cum as quickly as possible. She watched what she was doing, eager as if she would never again enjoy the opposite sex. Katie licked and sucked each of his balls in turn below.

I could hold back no longer and pulled out of her, ejaculating spurt after spurt of hot cum on her belly and tits. I wanked a final flurry which landed on her clit. Her hand, naturally, collected and calmly rubbed it into her lips.

I was spent.

Still, the two girls worked on his groin. He was smiling, knowing full well I was finished. He had been afforded the attention of my fiancée all day. He was in no rush to cum. He probably couldn't, even if he wanted to, such had been the repetitive nature of her efforts.

I silently made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, giving the threesome a final glance before I left them. I showered quickly, eager to return, wondering if I could gain another erection and have the two of them worship my genitals as they had his. I was in the mood for a lazy one. To lie on the bed and have them work away.

I turned off the shower and found a towel. I half-dried myself. Such was the burning desire to return to the bed that I saw little logic in fussing.

I heard his voice, quiet but clearly, before I opened the bathroom door. I caught the handle and swung it open. I walked, naked, into the room and was greeted by the sight of him on his back, the girls with a piece of his cock each in their mouths. He was holding his mobile phone to his ear and holding up a finger to his mouth, indicating I maintained my silence.

"That's great," he began, "I'm glad you had a good time."

He held the phone before him for a few seconds and searched for a particular key. When he found it, the loud speaker facility came into play.

"Oh, sweetie, it was incredible." I recognised the all too familiar voice.




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"The wife," whispered Katie to me.

I nodded, far from oblivious.

Her lips returned to his balls, kissing and sucking them quietly. Victoria's mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

"Tell me what happened," he said. "I want to know."

"Can he hear me?" my fiancée asked.

"The chauffeur? No, of course not. Nobody can hear you. I have complete privacy. So tell me what you got up to with that guy."

"He had such a big cock," she began, unknowingly encouraging smiles from our blonde and brunette friends. "I could feel it through his trousers on the way to his room. He had his fingers in my pussy in the lift. Actually in my pussy, not on my clit. He teased it with his thumb, but pulled away when I pushed it towards him. He was such a tease. I didn't want to enjoy it, the way he was playing with my desires. The way he manipulated me. But, sweetie..."

"What?"

"It turned me on so much. I just couldn't stop squeezing his cock through his trousers. And the worst bit?"

"Go on."

"We weren't alone in the lift."

He grinned. "Who was there?"

Victoria swallowed him whole.

"Another couple. She knew what was happening. I don't know about the man. They got off the floor below David's."

"On first name terms, are we?" he said.

She hesitated. "Yeah... Do you want me to go on?"

I wanted to at the very least attempt to silence her, but the moment evaporated all too quickly.

"I insist," he said.

She purred down the phone. "I'm completely naked here, sweetie. My legs are spread for you. I've showered and pampered myself for you."

His eyebrows narrowed. "That was quick."

Silence.

"He mustn't have lasted very long with you, no?"

A couple of seconds passed. Muffled noise of the girls on his cock were all I could hear. I dared myself to do something. Anything. Make a sound. A reason -- no, an excuse -- for this to stop.

"He didn't have your stamina," she finally answered. "But he did fuck me like a bull."

He smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Steady on, slow down. Deliver the details to me as they happened. You know I love it when you tell me these stories in intricate detail."

Further silence from her end suggested she shared my surprise. He was talking as if this had happened before? Was he speaking for the sake of Katie and Victoria, merely playing along the elaborate hoax that my fiancée was his wife? Or had she done this before? Had he instructed another man to fuck her and then have her relive the experience with him? I didn't doubt her capabilities. Not one bit. But her integrity. Surely not. Surely... I wasn't sure of anything.

Katie glanced at my cock, then darted away again. I looked down. There wasn't much of an impression to be made. After cumming twice, it was deflated and anything but attractive. My confidence dived.

"Okay..." She paused. I knew the tone in her voice. She had her suspicions someone else was there. "You sure you want to hear this over the phone?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't you rather come up to the room and fuck me while I tell you?"

He ran his free hand over Katie's tanned, naked leg. "Tell me now... Or I'll have to administer another form of punishment upon my return."

"Oh, don't tempt me. I've been such a bad girl already. My pussy is on fire. I need you here."

There was a frustration in his face. "Tell me now. Tell me everything."

She masked a sigh that only someone who had been with her as long as I had could recognise. "He mauled me all the way to his room, in the lift, in the corridor and finally outside his door. Sweetie, he had me naked in the corridor for a few seconds. He stripped me and finger-fucked me til I gushed all over his hand."

This reminded me of a time, several years previously on a holiday in Spain, when I had done the very same thing to her.

"A few seconds?" he asked.

She giggled. "A minute. Two at the most. Anyone could have seen me out there. I'm sure somebody had to hear me. I tried to keep the noise down, but... I can't remember if I managed to when I gushed. I lost all control. I just grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat. I... I begged him... I begged him to take me inside and fuck me."

Victoria's fingers slipped between her legs. Katie's pussy was already being pleasured by him.

"You begged for another man's cock?" he asked, his eyes on mine.

Never had I felt so naked. So exposed. So little. So nothing. There was no anger in my emotion. I literally couldn't feel it if there was even the remotest inkling of it. My own understanding of my feelings were shrouded in mystery. Would I later relive this moment and beat myself senseless? It was possible. The humiliation often aroused me, especially in retrospect. My shrivelled cock wasn't enjoying the present, however. As much as I wanted to award the girls with another erection to fight over, it wasn't forthcoming.

"I didn't have to beg for long. He opened the door and dragged me inside. My knees were weak and he threw me onto the bed. He didn't eat me. I didn't suck him. He just lay on top of me and fucked me. There was no kissing. No intimacy. Just a down and dirty fuck. He used me like a whore. Banged me like a slut. Oh, sweetie, I want you to come back to the room and fuck me, sweetie."

"We'll be up to the room shortly," he said.

"I just want you to fuck me. Do you have to bring him with you?"

In one swift motion, my humiliation exonerated any and all actions I had committed with Katie and Victoria. The two looked up from his cock, slurping and stifling giggles at my dismissal. I felt pathetic and aroused in one single moment. How was this possible?

"Why not?" he asked her.

"I'd like us to be alone."

He laughed. "Maybe I'll have you tell him what you've told me."

"No!"

Katie mocked an "Aw," at me.

Victoria's eyes found my cock. She glanced up to him. He didn't notice. She released his cock and stood up. Her breasts looked fantastic, heaving. Why did blondes suit big tits? I couldn't believe the speed of various thought spinning across my mind. Her eyes were on my cock again. I sensed no immediate disappointment from her. She was undoubtedly no angel. No virgin. No novice. There was nothing shameful about a man who had came twice not being immediately erect for a third time.

She approached me, ran her hand over my balls and cock and kissed my neck. I didn't want her lips on mine. The thought of his cock in her mouth repulsed me. Or at least the thought of sharing a kiss with her after it had been.

"Did he make you cum?" he asked my fiancée.

"No," she answered.

"Did he cum?"

"Er... Yes."

"Where?"

"He... He pulled out... And... He came on my tits."

"Did he wear a condom?"

"Oh yes, of course. I'm not that stupid."

Victoria played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth. I looked down. Why did it have to look so small when it wasn't aroused? I panicked.

"We'll be up soon," he said.

"Okay," she began, "I'll save myself for you. But don't be long. I could use one more shag before the night is out."

Victoria dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She sucked back and forth, encouraging life into my cock.

Katie devoured his erection. He in turn finger-fucked her.

Two people in the room were getting it on. Two people were trying. Two people were failing.

I stroked Victoria's hair, tried to relax and even stretched my mind to images my fiancée had unwittingly conjured on the phone.

Victoria picked up the pace, one hand massaging my balls. They were anything but bulging. Exploded, emptied and exasperated. She released my cock from her mouth and caught it with her other hand. The fucking thing didn't even feel her whole palm as she attempted a wank.

There was an increase in activity from the bed. He was fucking Katie's mouth for all it was worth. His moans increased. Her legs bucked against his fingers. It crossed my mind for a confusing split-second that they hadn't fucked. Or if they had, I had missed it when I showered. She worshipped his length at an astonishing rate. Each and every inch of him travelling in and out of her mouth at speed. She cupped his balls.

Victoria sighed and let go of my cock.

He came hard over Katie's face, most of it missing her mouth. He and her expelled erotic tones of pleasure. She ummmed and aaahed as spurts landed on her cheeks, her nose, her chin and her chest. He held back nothing in his grunts. His aggression. His desire.

Victoria looked over and back at me. "I'm sorry, honey," she began, "I'm hungry." She walked back to the bed and, as an antonym to Katie's lack of desire, melted her mouth on every drop of his cum she could find. She cleaned her friend as only a cumslut could.

I stood at the edge of the bed, watching. I was unable to get any form of erection as he brought Katie to a climax with his fingers. I was the odd one out. The loser. The afterthought. I was completely humiliated.

Victoria kissed Katie for half a minute, closing the curtains on what, I supposed in all honesty, hadn't been the worst night of my life.

He kicked his legs out of the bed, stood, stretched and headed for the shower. Katie buried her head in Victoria's shoulder, announced her tiredness and shut her eyes. Victoria couldn't seem to bring herself to look at me. Perhaps she was sparing me the embarrassment.

I found my clothes and dressed in silence. He wasn't far behind.

"Girls," he began, pulling on his underwear, "that was a terrific night. We really enjoyed ourselves. Didn't we?"

I nodded.

Victoria smiled.

Katie snored.

He finished dressing, made subtle small-talk and then we left.

* * * * *

He spoke a little as we walked through the hotel from the girls' room to the one he and my fiancée were booked into. I concentrated on barely a word he said. My mind was swimming with the reality of facts, the depths of fears and the consequences on the future.

Never mind the fact that my fiancée had been fucked by another man - another one! - but that I had fucked two other girls myself. And my fiancée's lover knew all about it. She had previously warned me that if I did anything with one girl never mind two it would be over between us. I would be homeless.

We turned a corner from one corridor to another and I could see their room close. I realised my error. He had me by the balls. I could not stop him doing anything with her. All he would have to do would be to threaten to tell her what I did and I would crumble.

"If she asks you about her going off with the man," he began, "if she wants to know if it annoyed you or hurt you, tell her it didn't and that she had your blessing."

He didn't need to issue any threats. He had my agreement in stone.

TO BE CONTINUED. FEEDBACK ALWAYS WELCOME.



My Fiancee Takes An Older Man



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 fury growing inside now. If she ignored me completely...

She 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 him 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. I bore him no animosity. It was my fiancée who had changed the rules.

She wasn't 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 one of the neighbours looks over the fence and sees you like that?" I said.

"Don't be silly," she replied, and looked at my wet clothes. "No one would be out in that weather." He entered the room and sat beside her, putting an arm around her. "Besides, he likes me like this."

He nodded. "Absolutely."

It seemed instinctive when she leaned into him, his arm wrapping around her even tighter. It didn't matter if I was there or not, when he was in the house she was his. I couldn't explain why the image aroused me, despite my anger.

I sat opposite and watched them, dying to ask a dozen questions. For some reason, I couldn't. Not while he was there. I was embarrassed. In fact, I was ashamed to. He had assumed ownership of my wife-to-be and I felt under his authority.

"You'd love to know what we did, wouldn't you?" She was calculating in her taunting.

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

"Wouldn't you?"

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."

She whispered something to him. It was drowned out by the rain beating against the conservatory roof.

"Look at her," he 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?" he asked.

I was silent.

"He asked you a question, answer it or you'll be sent out again." She had such a dominant tone to her voice that I dared not tempt her again.

"I would love to know what happened." I knew how incredible she could be in the bedroom. We had enjoyed years of mind-blowing sex. When she wanted to turn a man on, her efforts were incredible. That she had been alone with him was both destroying and making my night.

"Well..." She parted her legs and slipped two fingers into her pussy. "Mmmmm." I wanted her pussy there and then. "Oh..." There was something glistening when she pulled her fingers out again. "This is his cum." She stared at me, neither offering nor implying an apology. "I let another man cum in my pussy."

I was seething with anger, staring at her fingers and doubting first my eyes, then her words. This was something we had agreed with each other would not happen. It didn't matter that we knew he had had the snip. It was a step too far. I could live with him fucking her. I could enjoy it. But not this. I watched her rub 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 aching, such was the magnificence of my arousal.

"Jealous?" she 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," he said.

She ran her hand down to his crotch. "Oh my God, you're hard again." The reaction on her face promised she was enjoying herself, that she was more than comfortable and that she was happy. I couldn't help a part of me being grateful for that. No matter what had happened, I had been encouraging her for months. She looked at me. "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 at the window, viewing into the conservatory. I could see her pulling down his trousers. The glass filled with more beer as I watched her take his cock into her mouth. I doubted it was the first time that evening.

When I finished pouring I rushed back into the conservatory. She looked at me as she held his cock an inch from her lips. "Who told you that you could watch?"

"For fuck sake," 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," he suggested.

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

"No."

"Okay," she looked up to me, "you can sit over there, but no interruptions. I'm going to give my boyfriend a wonderful blow job and nothing is going to get in my way."

I sat on the chair on the other side of the room. My head was repeating her reference to him as her boyfriend. I both loved and hated the idea. Desired and despised. It was 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.

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

I wanted to masturbate as I watched. I felt unable to open my jeans, as if I would be causing a scene or doing something wrong. Logic was not something which was rooted in that room and the beer was doing little to dampen the effects of her slutty acts.

"I can't wait til you cum in my mouth."

I noticed she was playing with her pussy with her free hand, the juices evident. Were they hers or his or both? 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."

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down hard onto his cock, fucking her mouth in a way that would normally have me in her bad books. She took it all like a brazen slut. He grunted and then his body appeared to spasm. I was frozen on the spot. Across the room, shielded from my vision by my fiancée's mouth, he was shooting load after load of his cum into her. True to her word, she guzzled it down. I was lucky if she did this to me once every couple of years.

"That was incredible," he said, as she slowly licked all around his shaft and particularly his head. "You're amazing."

He allowed himself only seconds of composure before he stood up, lifted her onto the sofa, spread her legs and dived face first into her pussy. She threw her head back and squealed. When we had been swinging with him and his wife in the past this was something he had a particular passion for. It was something my fiancée said he was great at too. His tongue licked up and down her lips, he complemented her taste, and rested eventually on her clit. He added his fingers, first to her clit, then to her insides. Her moans escalated.

I was terrified of someone outside hearing and turned on the stereo. Neither he nor her appeared to notice. Or care.

She ran her hands over his head and pulled him tighter. Her eyes were shut, her body close to shuddering at his mercy.

"You've no idea how good that is," she said.

He seemed to renew his pace with her encouragement, refusing to settle for good.

"Oh my God, keep doing that... Fuck..."

She gushed as his fingers pounded her pussy. He lapped up her juices. I knew what it was like to be between her legs worshipping her and to experience someone else doing that to her, and doing it so well, was incredible.

"Fuck, you're the best I've ever had," she said.

I looked at her face and she was staring back at me. She was smiling, knowing I would never forget a word she said. That they would bounce back and forth in my head and that no matter whether they hurt me or not, they would force my cock to its hardest.

"I wish you could do that to me every night."

She had to bite her lip as her body jerked under the pleasure, gushing again. She tried to force her eyes onto me throughout the moment, but his momentum carried her forward. His fingers were driving into her at a phenomenal speed. My wife-to-be wasn't just sharing herself with another man. She was sharing one of the greatest experiences of her life.

I lost count of the number of times she gushed with overwhelming ferocity. Each time she would try to hold my stare. Each time she would surrender 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 from him. He held her in place and teased pleasure beyond her limits. "No, please."

He gave a final lick of her pussy and released her. She collapsed onto the sofa and curled up, her hair a mess, her eyes glazed. He touched the back of her knee and ran his hand up to her ass cheeks. She began to shake again and pushed him away. New boundaries had been broken.

I had anticipated her needing a hard fucking after her orgasm, as was so often the case in our relationship. This time was different. She was spent. I turned the music off.

"That was amazing," she said after a couple of minutes, flipping onto her back.

"I know," he said, and pulled her up into his arms. They shared a long, passionate kiss.

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. Although it was tempting to jerk off over what I had witnessed, 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 20 or 30 seconds, broken only by a couple of smooching sounds.

"I really got off on humiliating him."

"I hope he's okay," he 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?"

She 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," he said. There was another kiss. "You'll have to come down to my house next time."

"Yeah."

"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 a friend's house."

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

"I don't mind him watching," he began, "but I'd love to have you on your own again. That was the best part of the night."

She giggled, saying nothing, then I heard kissing noises.

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 he comes back."

I panicked. I didn't think I wanted him to have a picture of my fiancée. Especially as she was naked. What if he showed it to someone else? My fears were clouded by a selfish desperation to see the pose. I was caught in the moment. There was no time to interrupt.

"Spread your legs," he said. "Beautiful."

I surmised she was likely allowing him a close-up of her pussy. She couldn't be identified that way.

"Smile," he said.

I heard the camera click and it was too late to do anything to stop them fulfilling my betrayal. He would possess a part of her now. I would never know exactly what the picture portrayed, but my imagination was running wild. The fact she was told to smile revealing the final composition of the pose.

"Stay as late as you can," she said. "He'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, I'm going to want to fuck you again."

My humiliation was complete. My hands were trembling. My cock and balls aching for release. For her. Was this the beginning of an addiction? Was it mine or hers? What I had started was now out of my control. My arousal only distilling further confusion in my feelings. I honestly didn't know if I genuinely enjoyed or disapproved of what had happened. 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.