"Omig ...!"
Their laughter came through loud and clear over my laptop. Conor and Melissa were sat up together in bed, about to get ready for dinner. They'd just watched my video of his wife on the toilet.
"Can I have a copy?" Melissa asked. "I promise I won't share it."
"Well, not unless the shrew misbehaves." Conor chuckled. "Sure."
I sent them a copy of my 2 minutes epic.
Meanwhile, Kat was preparing dinner. I could see the back of her neck was mottled-red with shame, listening to their hoots of laughter. I had no idea if Melissa was naturally a bitch or if Conor encouraged her. I suspected the latter. I'd done a bit of reading of stories tagged 'cuckcake', and cuckqueans seem to be turned on by the same sorts of humiliations as male cuckolds.
The table was laid for two. Kat had prepared enough lasagne for both of us.
Ten minutes later, my doorbell rang. She looked at me in alarm.
"Go open it."
Conor hadn't merely given me permission. In fact, he'd actually suggested this. When the time felt right to me, which it did now.
Standing on the doorstep was an even older, chubbier and less appealing man than yours truly. His name was Kev and he's the nearest I have to an 'old mate'. We both studied accountancy together back in the day.
"Phew, fuck me sideways." Kev whistled. "You weren't lying!"
We had a drink while the maid served us. I had a beer and Kev had a vodka tonic. Then he and I sat at the table and ate all the lasagne and most of the green salad. As I said, enough for both of us.
Over the meal he and I had a good catch up; updates about people he still saw that I'd lost touch with, that kind of thing. We'd all studied together even though Kev was a so-called mature student, 10 years older than the rest of us. We reminisced about those times. But then he lit a cigarette and our conversation moved onto the elephant in the room.
I told her to bring over an ashtray.
"So, she's your ... sub, right?"
"She's ... on loan to me. Her real Dom's on holiday with another woman."
"Wow. And you can ... literally do what you like?"
"Not quite. No kissing and no fucking. Oral and anal only."
"What! Seriously? And this is all ... consensual?" he flicked the tip of his cigarette over the ashtray.
I clicked my fingers. Kat came and stood by my chair. I raised her skirt to reveal her suspender belt and freshly depilated mound. Then I gently slapped her legs apart.
"Look."
Her labia were more swollen than ever. Her cunt was pouting and we could see a sheen of moisture at the top of her inner thighs.
