My husband lost the bet, the price was one night with me.
I love my husband but he’s an idiot. He’s a fool who makes bad decisions and while I’m normally happy to help him out, this feels like too much of a price to pay.
His best friend is cocky, he has a reputation. He has appetites and interests that I don’t know if I can handle. But the choice? That’s long gone.
It starts with an email with instructions. Next up is the package of clothing, or lack thereof, I’m to wear. Finally comes the night itself, and while my husband gets to come with me when the evening starts he has to stay out of the room.
So it’s just me and his friend alone and he’s telling me what his plans are. He wants to teach my husband a lesson, and I’m a tool for their games.
But the deeper in I get, the less regret I feel. Because it’s my husband’s fault that I’m here. It’s his mistake.
And maybe, just maybe, hurting him sounds like the best idea all night.
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He wants her, wants to take her and wants to dominate her. But he knows how to be patient, how to wait for her ravenous hunger to grow.
And Krissy gives him just that. She throws herself devoted into his pleasure. She lets herself become a supplicant, hellbent on giving this man everything that he wants.
Taking her time at the head of him, letting her tongue play slow across his most sensitive places. Pushing down just enough that he hits the back of her throat and makes her gag a little before pulling back almost languid with her touch.
Her hand strokes up and down reverently and she devotes her body to him, her whole soul dedicated to pleasing her new master. She turns her big eyes up to look at him while she suckles on the head of his cock, her cheeks going hollow as her big brown eyes ask the innocent question if she’s good enough to get a little more.
Sam gives her just that now, his hips starting slow as his hand raises and touches the back of her head. At first he’s guiding her onto him but soon his hips are disconnected from the movements she’d made before. Growing faster and rougher as he plunges his cock into her mouth and all she can do, soon enough, is relax and take him.
His second hand rises, meeting his first on her head. His grip tightens to hold her still and he gives a guttural order for her to take his cock like the good little cheating whore she is.
She wants and needs to satisfy him. All of everything that she is, is dedicated to that singular purpose. She lets him claim her mouth while her body strains to take him, willing herself to relax and be the recipient of his terrible need.
And he throbs harder at the knowledge that she is his now, that stroke by stroke and inch by inch he is making good on his promise to me. That she will be his before the night is through.
And me? I’m on the ground now. Rolled into a ball with the images tormenting me. The door looms in the distance growing larger by the moment, the uncertainty of what is happening beyond it too much to bear.
Is it worse than I’m imagining? It could only be worse, right? But what could be worse than my nightmares coming true? What could be worse than losing her?
Krissy is so innocent and I’ve tried to protect her for so long. I’ve been the best husband I thought I could be, keeping my worries and suspicions to myself, but now I wonder if I made a terrible mistake doing that.
I should have locked her in the tower. I should have kept her all to myself. Should have seen her for the precious treasure that she really is and never let her go.
Uncurling my body from the ground I feel rage coursing through my veins. Even with my eyes open still the images and thoughts come on unbidden, out of control now as Sam takes things to the next level.
Gripping hard enough to pull her off his cock and she’s gasping, begging for him to fuck her. And he smiles cruelly, like he always does, before he pulls her to her feet and roughly drags her over to bend face-first against the nearest couch.
And she’s mewling now as his cock saws between her thighs. She confesses that she’s dripping wet in anticipation for him.
She tells him that I’ve never made her feel like this before.