I turned eagerly, my hands groping for the door as she swung it open. The window for this room was covered with black velvet curtains, and you couldn’t see inside. I didn’t know if that made me more or less nervous.
She looked as pretty as a picture today, like always, her bouncy dress flouncing out around her, tiny little toes tucked into flip-flops.
“This is your chance to cut and run, Silas,” she said, and by the way her lips turned up, I knew she expected me to. “You’re not cut out for this.”
I set my jaw.
“I want to kiss you so badly,” I parried. “You’ve never looked more beautiful to me.”
The tight white dress with little blue flowers she had on was tied into a bow right over her tits, a mouthwatering sight right for my eyes to feast on.
Because unfortunately I doubted I was going to be feasting on anything else tonight.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’m sure Ivor will appreciate it.”
Then she opened the door and walked in.
Right away I noticed it was decorated like an ancient Roman pleasure garden, with green leafy vines, little marble pools, and one wide purple velvet couch in the middle.
And then, in the corner. . .one chair. My chair.
The cuck chair.
Ivor turned out to be a massive, muscular Russian man with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes, but his hands were gentle as he hugged my wife.
“Nice to see you again, Paloma. You look absolutely ravishing as usual. Goddamn, I wish you didn’t have a policy against dating anyone at the club. So is this the cuck who is going to watch me make you come with my fat cock?”
“Yes,” I said, swallowing hard. My palms were slick with sweat. “I’m—trying new things with my wife.”
“Sit down, then, cuck,” he said dismissively.
And I settled down on the hard chair, only relieved I didn’t have my cock cage on.
But at first I thought I was going todieas Ivor turned on some gentle romantic,classical music and began to undress my wife.
I was close enough to see, smell, and senseeverything. Paloma’s floral shampoo floated over to me on a cloud of regret.
If only I’d taken the time to reallyknowmy wife, to see her as a whole person instead of a pristine saint, I might have learnedabout the vengeful, clever, fascinating creature she was before this.
Before she got fucked by another man in front of me.
Paloma held my eyes as he bent over her on the sofa, kissing up and down her elegant throat, his big fingers tightening on her slim shoulders.
Ivor tipped my wife’s chin up and kissed her, jealousy burning down my throat and into my gut.
“What a beautiful body she has,” he rumbled as his big fingers slipped under Paloma’s sleeve, began to slowlyyyy drag it down her arm.
“Yes–” I began to say, unsure if I was supposed to respond, but, after all, it was true.
“He’s here because he wanted to spank other women,” Paloma said as Ivor pulled her beautiful little dress down over her breasts, a round rosy nipple popping out as he took one breast carefully out, her perfect curves spilling into his palm.
“That means hemusthave wanted to open up the relationship. Just forgot to tell me, I guess.”
Ivor bent over and began to suck on her nipple eagerly, drawing it into his mouth over and over until it popped out pink as a cherry.
“I–was a dickhead,” I squawked as my wife got down on all fours, spreading her legs and wiggling her perky little ass, each individual cheek shaking and making my cock stiffen until it was like a dripping marble statue.
“No coming until I say,” Ivor ordered me harshly, and I shifted in my chair in embarrassment. “No touching yourself either.”
