These are just story fragments -- three creatures, which have been floating around in my mind for a while and are offered in an unfinished and abbreviated state.
Please beware: these stories feature cuckolding and adultery, severe husband and boyfriend humiliation, cruel wives, and a completely treacherous and promiscuous girlfriend. I don't pull punches in these sorts of stories.
Please just ignore these fragments and move on, if these sorts of stories are not your cup of tea.
THE TABLE
He was a vigorous and powerful older man, responsible for people's lives. He possessed a massive ego and a passion for women -- he loved the thrill of the chase and the victory. He liked to compete with other males for women, for money and for power -- he won more contests than he lost.
He supposed, during a rare weaker moment, that his intervention was painful for some, but he refused to make any apologies -- he wasn't going to be punished for what he did. He wasn't going to roast in hell neither, nor would he end up in prison. There was nothing inherently right or wrong in what he did -- he just wanted to love those two women, and satisfy his appetites.
The two women were young and beautiful, funny and smart, but they were already married to other younger men. He took one look at them, had just one conversation with them and realised that he had to have those two females at any cost. He had a lot to spend since he was rich and he was ruthless, cynical and manipulative, so he wasn't concerned about the cost. His own self-interest was paramount.
The two women could sense him there out on the sidelines studying them. Both of the women were attracted to him, though they maintained a respectable distance at first, for the sake of decorum and to placate their jealous and wary husbands. The women were amazed that he had no interest in their husband's feelings or the sanctity of their marriage vows. He provoked their hatred for a while and but also stoked their desire for him. The women hid their true feelings behind laughter and indignant displays.
They accused him of trying to buy their love with the gifts he gave them. They accepted the gifts anyway, believing deep down that they were entitled to them, worth the attention and the huge cost involved. The two women received their new cars, their city apartments, their designer clothing, their jewellery, their perfumes, their expensive lunches and their large allowances stoically, while angry cash strapped husbands complained and were made to look like fools.
He offered so much more than money and gifts though -- he offered unconditional support and affection, undivided attention 24 hours a day, 7 days per week. The women were aware of that support, affection and attention. Their husbands were aware as well and they complained bitterly to him and to their bemused wives. There came a point when the females just accepted the attentions of this older man and their husbands looked on impotently.
It took him more than two years to achieve his goal, but he never gave up, nor did he give in, nor did he stop until he had what he wanted. He kept propositioning them, asking them out on dinner dates, kept demanding respect and compliance from their husbands until he had it. One of the women breathlessly said yes to his request for a dinner date and gave into the inevitable by spending a hot night with him. Then the other woman had caved in and ended up in his bed. Then he had brought both women together and the two of them shared his bed. He had won and he revelled in his victory.
He just moved into the middle of their marriages -- dominating the husbands and forcing them to become submissive, taking charge of their financial affairs by covering all the costs and making all the decisions in consultation with the two females. The women fell in love with him and he with them. The hot threesome between the older domineering male and his two younger females had been going for nearly 5 months when the three of them made their fateful decision to take their relationship to the next level.
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Janine stood in front of the full length mirror. She stood on the spot and turned to her left and then to her right, looking over her shoulder, examining her appearance in the mirror with a well practiced eye. She faced the mirror, leant forward and scrutinised her face. She needed some more lip gloss and there was a red mark under her left eye, which she wasn't happy with. She turned on the spot again and ran her eye down the tight backless silver dress, pleased with the way her lightly tanned skin appeared. She looked at her ass and smiled -- it looked perfect.
She walked back into the bathroom, her high heel shoes clicking on the tile floor. She picked up the fine makeup brush and the compact case and softly brushed some more powder on the red mark under her eye until it was gone. She was about to apply the lip gloss when her phone rang.
"Darren, can you get that for me," she called out.
The phone abruptly stopped ringing as Janine's husband picked it up and answered.
"Is it Tess," she called out.
"Yes," he said entering the bathroom and handing the phone to his wife. He turned and walked out.
"Tess?"
"Yes darling, how are you situated?"
"Good, I'm almost there," Janine said, carefully applying some final touches of gloss to her lips as she spoke. "I may actually be on time for once."
"You're on time! I'm amazed Janine."
"Ha, you shouldn't talk Tess - we've all hung around waiting for you before."
Janine studied her new auburn coloured hair: her wonderful hairdresser had made her long hair gleam. The beautifully tailor-made dress, the dark hair, the emeralds and diamonds brought out the striking colour of her large green-blue eyes. Janine looked beautiful.
"Hey, how's your other half tonight," Tess asked softly.
"A bit moody actually," Janine replied. "How's yours?"
"He's fine -- a bit quiet. Have you told Darren yet?"
"No, I'm doing that tonight. "Maybe we should talk about this later Tess -- I'm still on time."
"Sure, I'll see you there honey."
"Great, I'll see you there beautiful."
Janine hung up and studied her cleavage for a moment. She then turned and walked back into her bedroom and picked up her handbag and called for her husband.
He walked in.
"Are you ready to go Darren," she asked brightly.
"Yes for sure," he answered. "I've put your cases in the car."
"Good Darren - thanks," she responded and then turned around on the spot, so he could ogle her. "How do I look?"
"You look beautiful Janine."
"Good Darren, that's what I wanted to hear," she said happily, smiling at him.
She stepped out of her bedroom and walked the long corridor. She stopped and visited her three year old son Ian, pausing to stroke his hair and kiss his cheek on her way out.
"Yes darling, I'm going away again for the weekend. Oh no, my darling you can't come this time -- maybe next time. Now be a good boy for Kate and I will see you again on Monday, okay. Always remember mommy loves you."
Janine descended the winding staircase and stopped to give their nanny Kate some last minute instructions, and then she and her husband stepped out into the cool night air. They climbed into the sleek car and glided out of the drive and then down the wide dark street.
