Jeremy rested on the bed naked, listening passively as he heard footsteps walking down the hallway. He glanced at the pair of shorts lying beside him but made no attempt to go for them. There would be no need, he already knew who would be coming through that door with Sage.
Losing himself in thought, Jeremy daydreamed Sage would walk through their bedroom door and tell him it was all over. That she didn't want to be with him anymore, that she would only ever fuck other men. The thoughts were as unwelcome as they were provocative. He shivered with tortured delight as his mind flooded with images of Sage being ravaged, dominated, and broken. It made him feel powerless, all he could do was watch from afar as countless men pulled her away. It was the farthest thing he wanted, and yet, his cock began to swell.
Sage came through the doorway. The flustered look on her face snapped Jeremy back to the present moment.
"Jeremy, David is here," Sage said softly. Out of reflex, Jeremy found himself beginning to retrieve his shorts as David walked into the room.
"Please, don't bother getting dressed. This won't take long," David said. He stared at Jeremy momentarily, his smug expression made Jeremy's blood boil.
"What do you want?" Jeremy asked, cupping his dick with his hands, the gesture made David chuckle softly.
"You know what's funny? For as many times as I've fucked your wife in front of you, I honestly don't ever remember looking at your dick... never thought much of that till now. I can see why Sage keeps coming back for more," David stepped closer to Sage and wrapped his arm around her.
"Careful David," Jeremy said in a low tone.
"Yeah yeah, you can threaten me later cuck. Whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. I heard you and Sage had a little adventure without my permission." David's hand trailed up Sage's waist, Jeremy felt his chest tighten as she closed her eyes and parted her lips.
"We did," Jeremy replied blandly. "I think it's obvious we like to enjoy ourselves in our free time."
"I sure hope so. Because the punishment for what you did is going to be fucking severe." David said matter of factly.
"Punishment?" Jeremy asked. He glanced at Sage, but she said nothing. Jeremy didn't know what David had in mind, but he knew that this moment was different from their previous engagements. Sage had been primed, molded, and pushed by David to such a degree that things had somehow spiraled to a place where Jeremy was no longer confident it was safe. If he didn't end things here, there would be no turning back.
"Yes, punishment. In case you weren't aware, what you two did is out of line with our agreement."
"Our agreement," Jeremy said slowly. "Was that you could fuck Sage when we said so. The rules made that very clear."
"Those WERE the rules, once upon a time. Before you let your wife get hooked on my cock. Now, if you want me to keep being her bull," David pulled Sage close and slid his hand down her underwear, causing her to gasp. "If SHE wants me to keep being her bull, those rules are about to fucking change."
Jeremy looked at Sage, hoping to get a read on what she wanted. A part of him hoped she would put David in his place, to have the strength to do what he couldn't. David's fingers slipped into her wet pussy, Sage kept her eyes fixed on the floor as her fingernails trailed across David's large forearm.
"Sage?" Jeremy asked. She made no response. A pleased grin formed over David's face. Perhaps he was as surprised as Jeremy was.
"She's not saying shit. She wants this as much as you do." David's fingers began to turn inside Sage, she threw her head back with a deep moan.
"What... what is the punishment?" Jeremy asked.
"It's simple, I get to have her for the weekend at my place. I get to do whatever I want with her, for as long as I want. We can call it 'special training.'" David finger fucked Sage with steady motions as he spoke.
"Sage?" Jeremy spoke a little louder, snapping Sage out of her stupor. She looked at him with a glazed-over expression. "Do you want to go to his place?" Jeremy tried to keep a level head. This was their old neighbor, after all. He wasn't some god, he didn't have any more authority than they gave him. He hoped that Sage would remember that fact and remind David that he was nothing more than their plaything.
David's fingers continued to thrust into her, Sage moaned softly before nodding.
"Yes, I want to go," She replied.
"Good girl, now ask for his permission," David commanded.
"Please let me go, babe," Sage said. At those words, Jeremy didn't bother to fight it. They were both too far gone, and David knew it. They had let this disgusting man slowly poison their lives, and now he was a cancer neither of them could beat.
"Alright, well..." Jeremy started to get off the bed. "Let me just get dressed and we can get this over with..."
"We?" David asked.
"Well, yeah, I figure I'll come over so I can watch," Jeremy said. David laughed slowly as he removed his hand from Sage's underwear and stuck his slick fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them obediently.
"No, that's not part of the deal. You're staying right where you are you little fucking cuck. This is part of your punishment. From this point on, Sage is mine. You lost your privileges to call the shots when you let her fuck complete strangers in a fucking restaurant bathroom. You don't deserve to see her get fucked anymore, you don't understand what she is worth. But I do, and I'll be damned if anyone gets a piece of this pussy without my permission." David slapped Sage's ass. "And you, start packing your shit, you're staying with me for a while." Sage didn't question him, she immediately let her lips trail off his wet fingers before walking into her closet. As she rustled through her clothes, the room fell silent.
Jeremy gave David a death stare. This was an illusion, he knew that. He knew he was still in control, he knew all he had to do was tell David to fuck off and this whole game would be over. David would go back to his sad little life, and he would have his wife back.
Yeah, that's what it was, all an illusion. Jeremy convinced himself this was all just part of the game. It was the excuse he needed to let someone like David take over his wife like this. It was what Jeremy had to tell himself to hold onto whatever shred of dignity he still carried as a husband.
Sage came out of the closet, duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
"I'm ready," She said softly.
"Did you back your best lingerie?" David shot back. Sage glanced at Jeremy bashfully.
"N-no..."
"Then you're not ready. Do you have any underwear he hasn't seen yet?"
"Yes..."
"Good, pack that and your sexiest dresses. They'll stay at my place moving forward, this cuck also lost the privilege of seeing you looking good. From now on, when you're over here with him, if you ever get back over here, he only gets to see you in frumpy clothes and no makeup, got it?"
"I understand," Sage replied obediently. She eyed Jeremy regularly, he knew his silence was consent, all he had to do was speak up.
"And what about you cuck? Do you understand what's happening right now?" David asked.
Something about being asked directly to give David permission to fuck his wife made Jeremy's blood boil. She was about to be taken from him, and David wanted to hear Jeremy give his blessing.
"I... understand," Jeremy's voice trembled as he convinced himself it was what he wanted to say.
"Good. Oh, and another thing. Once we leave here, no masturbating without my permission. Got it?" David said, Jeremy couldn't help but stare in shock.
"What?"
"You fucking heard me cuck. Every time you masturbate without my permission, you WILL tell me. And every time you do masturbate, Sage will stay at my house an extra day." David was grinning ear to ear, Jeremy could feel the power ebbing off of him.
The idea drove him wild, the fact that Sage's freedom was now tied to Jeremy's decision to touch himself churned his stomach inside out.
"David," Sage said blandly. Her sudden change in tone brought Jeremy back to reality for a moment, it seemed to also break David's character slightly.
"What?" He asked, not sounding nearly as imposing as before.
"I still have to work you know."
"Well, you better fucking pray your husband can keep it in his pants when he gets the videos. Otherwise, you're going to be using a lot of vacation time," David shot back. "We're leaving now, say your goodbyes. Because you won't be able to text him without my permission either."