This part of my story contains references to cuckolding, humiliation, face slapping, verbal abuse as well as CNC, albeit forced consent. It is purely fictional, but if you're sensitive to these subjects, it's probably better to not to continue. I'm not a professional writer, so please forgive any grammatical errors.......I try. Constructive comments are welcome and votes are very welcome. Hope you enjoy.
The next few days seemed to fly by. Chloe didn't want to talk about Asaf and I didn't push her. I couldn't help but hope they might make it up though. The prospect of losing that feeling whenever she got home after being fucked by him was not something I wanted. I also decided against telling her about Maggie for the time being, she wasn't in the right frame of mind.
Martin was as professional as usual and the only time he mentioned anything about Chloe was to ask whether we were going to his party. "Don't forget to bring a bottle or 2 mate," he said, giving me the thumbs up.
I still found it strange to hear him call me "mate" but guessed, if things went as he hoped, we probably would become a little more than just colleagues. In fairness, I was becoming pretty excited at the prospect too, especially given the loss of Asaf. Especially given what he'd said regarding his size.
She had our outfits planned and on Saturday morning we were at the fancy dress shop in town by 9am. "Batman and Catwoman," she said excitedly to the lady behind the counter.
For the next hour we found the respective costumes and tried them on. Chloe wouldn't let me see hers in the shop, but mine fitted well and was complete with muscled torso, arms and even boots. It was an expensive morning, but we decided to buy rather than rent the outfits, just in case we damaged them. I was glad we did when I saw Chloe in hers later.
She looked utterly stunning. The costume was an all in one black latex number that clung to her body like it had been spray painted on. Her huge buttocks looked disproportionately large and round. The only sign that it could be removed was the black zip at the front that ran from the collar to crotch. It came with matching black, knee length, high heeled boots and a hood that covered her head and eyes, topped with 2 cute cat ears. Her long, mousy blonde hair appeared from a cut out at the back of the hood and the gloves even had pretend plastic claws at the fingertips. She'd matched her eye makeup in smoky black and her lips were painted a deep glossy red. At 6'2" tall in those heels, she was an absolute vision of beauty and she took my breath away.
"Fuck baby," I drooled, watching her perform an animated twirl. "Maybe we should just stay home and fuck."
She had her mojo on, clearly feeling good about how she looked. "No way baby," she purred, literally. "I want every man at the party to feel jealous of you."
"You mean fuck you don't you?" I joked, only too aware that was exactly what I was planning......well, one guy anyway.
"It's not that kind of party baby," she said giving me a sexy wink. "But it's a nice thought." Yes, it was very nice thought.
On the taxi drive there, she confided that she had no underwear on. "No point having an outfit like this ruined by panties and bra," she giggled, while I noticed the driver looking at her in the rear view mirror.
That explained why her camel toe was so obvious. I had no doubt she'd be attracting a lot of attention. My cock thickened at the prospect of strangers and people we knew seeing her dressed so provocatively. I guessed there would be couples at the party, so didn't anticipate much flirting. It would just be a normal fancy dress party, like any other, except my boss was going to try and shove his supposedly "really well hung" cock in her.
It was a nice enough house, but not as grand as Andrews. A typical modern 4 bed detached home. I noticed the "For Sale" sign as we walked towards the front door and the sounds of music and people as I rang the doorbell. A few moments later Martin was inviting us in, wearing a Roman style toga, complete with laurel reef headpiece, mock gold armbands and Roman sandals.
"Come on in Dave, Chloe....glad you could make it," he said, appearing slightly tipsy already and making no attempt to hide the lecherous look he gave Chloe.
The house was bouncing and the party was in full flow even though it was still only 8.30pm. There must have been 60 or more people there. Martin showed us to the kitchen where I deposited 2 bottles of vodka, before getting Chloe and myself drinks. Then we were whisked away to the living room and introduced to a few of the guests. I was surprised to see Mr Thompson, the HR Director. I'd only met him twice before. He was with his wife Sarah, who I'd never met. Both were dressed as pirates. They were chatting with the Managing Director, Mr Archer and his wife Claire, dressed as cowboy and cowgirl respectively. They rarely mixed with lower management, so Martin clearly had some kudos. James, one of the line supervisors who reported to me was also there, dressed as Batman's sidekick, Robin. The coincidence wasn't lost on us and we shared in a little banter.
I liked James. He was a quiet young man around my age, but very hardworking and I rarely, if ever, had much reason to stay on top of him at work. He just got on with it. He was only about 5'4" tall and very skinny, which made him a target for piss taking unfortunately. I didn't know him on a personal level though. Thankfully, Mickey wasn't there, which surprised me given how him and Martin were such good friends. Whatever the reason, I was glad. Other than that there was nobody else there that I knew, so we hung around with James chatting and drinking.
By 11pm both Chloe and I were a little tipsy, as was pretty much everyone else there. The noise was deafening with people dancing, music, chatter and I could barely hear myself think. Martin stayed surprisingly distant. Each time he came to chat, I expected something to happen, a squeeze of Chloe's arse, or an arm around her waist maybe, but he did nothing other than talk. Perhaps he was just biding his time. Waiting to strike.
After midnight, people were really starting to let loose. The biggest surprise was when James grabbed Chloe's hand to dance. Comical as the difference in height was, it was not so comical to watch him blatantly start to feel her up. I actually stepped in, but Chloe told me she'd handle him and dragged him off. What I didn't expect was to find them both exiting the upstairs toilet together 10 minutes later. He barely noticed me as he made his way back downstairs, but I noticed the taste of his cum in her mouth when we kissed.
"Have you actually just suc......."
"Shhhh," she said, interrupting me with another cum laden kiss. "Don't be a spoilsport, David," she pouted, hauling me back downstairs. I didn't want to contemplate how I would feel when I next saw James at work, but I couldn't deny how hard I was.
Around 1am, I went to the kitchen for another drink and that's when I saw him, Mickey Thomas, standing there with a drink in his hand. My heart sank. He was dressed as the Grim Reaper, which felt pretty appropriate. When he'd arrived I had no idea, but he was as drunk as the rest of us. I avoided talking to him, but overheard him chatting with James. They clearly hadn't seen me.
"You ain't the first Jimmy," he was saying, body swaying from side to side. "She's a dirty fucking slut." James said something I couldn't make out. "I wouldn't worry about it mate. What he don't know won't hurt him. Play your cards right and you'll......"
I got distracted by someone or something, but it was clear who they were talking about. If I listened to much more, I'd lose it. That wouldn't be a good idea given 2 of the Directors were there, so I found Chloe and dragged her outside to the rear garden hoping to stay clear.
"I just need some bloody fresh air," I lied, hiding the pure hatred I was feeling.
"Ok baby," she said with a drunken grin, slurring her words. "Great party," she added, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Yeah, great party if listening to 2 of your colleagues comparing notes on your fiancée's mouth is great. She kissed me when I told her, the taste of James' spunk now replaced with vodka at least.
"Don't worry about it baby," she offered.
I did worry though. Even in my drunken state, I hated Mickey for being such a twat. I hated him more because he knew how to make Chloe orgasm just by fucking her mouth. Something I knew I would never accomplish. The self loathing I'd felt watching them and ejaculating resurfaced. How could something like that, someone like him, cause such an intense physical response? Now I had James to contend with too, but I forced myself not to probe her further. The humiliation I would feel if he could do the same would be too much to bear.
I had no idea how long it was, but Martin appeared next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hope you 2 are having a good night. Gotta say Chloe," he said turning to her. "You look damned hot as Catwoman. Fancy a dance?"
"Aaw, thanks Martin," she replied, slurring her words. "Yeah, go on then. You don't mind do you baby?" she asked, but he was already leading her back indoors.........a hand on her arse.
