This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancée to have sex with another man. You can read about that in part 1. Part 2 will not make much sense without reading the previous. She has overstepped the mark and humiliated him. He is torn between his anger and his arousal. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it.
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When I returned to the conservatory she was no longer in his arms. She complained she was cold and I retrieved her dressing gown for her. He took the hint, ordered a taxi and kissed her good night. Even that was only a peck on the lips, much inferior to their previous smooches. He shook my hand and thanked me for allowing him to be a part of the experience.
"No problem," I found myself saying.
"Goodnight," he said, giving a final bow to my fiancée, and headed to the front door. He lowered his voice, so only I could hear him. "You're a very lucky man to have that girl to yourself every night of the week."
I nodded.
"She's stunning, she tastes great, she loves sex, she's up for anything."
My eyebrows were raised most by the 'up for anything' statement.
"She loves you," he continued. "Remember that."
I locked the door behind him and raced into the conservatory, desperate to give her the dirty fucking she so crudely deserved. She had so blatantly and deliberately turned herself into a whore that I was determined to show her just who she really belonged to. It was another part of the night we had agreed upon. That after he left she would be mine again and I would fuck her while she recounted the evening. Especially, I hoped, the parts where I was excluded.
She was already standing when I entered, holding her arms up. "Baby, I know what you're wanting to happen now, but I can't. I'm just too tired and I want to go to bed." She hugged me and her voice turned to a whisper. "None of that was supposed to hurt you. It was your fantasy I was indulging. You said you wanted to be humiliated."
I couldn't answer. She was completely correct. I had played with fire, begging her to fuck him in front of me for months... Even years when I thought about it. When telling her my fantasies I had often found the biggest turn on was to be humiliated by her in front of him. I did not mean anything cruel, though, and a part of me did feel hurt at being excluded for hours. There was also a raging erection which dictated otherwise.
"Come to bed," she said. "Its late and we can talk in the morning."
I couldn't get to sleep that night. Her body was lying next to mine, the heat and her scent a constant distraction. I needed to hammer her juicy, wet pussy. There was no chance. When I tried to touch her, she groaned and pushed me away. She was naked, her ass jutting out against my erection. There was only one thing for it. I waited until I was sure she was asleep, then I sneaked downstairs and thought about what had happened. It was such a relief when finally I stroked myself in private. I had been aroused for too many hours without pleasure. A variety of images careered through my mind, some I had witnessed, others I was forced to imagine. His 'she's up for anything' comment fuelling my thoughts.
I noticed her mobile phone lying on the table before me. Curiosity had me leaning forward to check it. I was surprised to see there was an unread text from him. I had a dilemma. If I opened it, it would no longer appear as unread and she would know I had seen it. I wrestled with my emotions for a few seconds, then I gave in.
The message said "Hi sexy. What a night. I finally got to fuck you alone. Can't believe he doesn't bind your hands behind your back. Really enjoyed dominating you that way. Did you say about coming down next weekend?"
I came within half a minute. What plans was she making behind my back? What kinky sex games had they played when I was away? Quite evidently they had enjoyed more than an average fucking session. I couldn't believe it. Would she tell me? I set her mobile down on the table again, cleaned up and went back to bed, groping her naked ass as she slept.
It was afternoon when we awoke. Or rather she woke me with her mouth wrapped around my cock, urging me to a full erection. My first thoughts were of the night before.
"Tell me what happened while I was away," I said.
She parted her legs and switched my cock to her hand, wanking me intently. "Do you want me to tell you that this pussy, your pussy, was fucked good and proper last night by another man? That it was so much better than I ever imagined it could be."
My cock twitched, betraying any hope I had of playing it subtle.
She smiled, then leaned in for a long kiss. When she broke it she resumed her previous position, lying across my thighs and stroking me. Her pussy lips were glistening and she started to rub herself.
"Tell me," I said.
"Tell you what?" Coy as she played it, there was no fooling me.
"Tell me what happened last night."
"Maybe I want to keep it my dirty little secret."
I thought of her hands tied behind her back, imagined her being fucked by him doggy style and I could almost hear her screams in my head. "I want to know everything," I said.
She wanked me harder. "Baby, you can't know everything. I want to keep some things private." She licked the head of my shaft. "Between me and him."
There was an intense feeling in my stomach. It raced to my head. Anger, hindered only by arousal. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her down, forcing her to engulf my cock. I humped her mouth, knowing what a slut she was turning into. All my years of encouragement and finally she was behaving just the way I wanted. She was caught somewhere between resistance, muffling a scream, and submission, running her tongue around my shaft. I was in the mood to abuse her and fucked her mouth harder. She had rarely been a fan of rough play and that only heightened my intention to punish her.
"You're going to tell me everything I want to hear," I began, grunting. "You had my permission for last night, but you're my property and I demand to know what happened." I released her and tossed her petite frame to the other side of the bed.
She looked at me, a slight moment of fear in her eyes. She noticed something in mine. I panted, aggression capitulating to lust. "He used me as his little slut." She knew the danger of pushing me when I was angry. "I let him do it, baby." Her fingers danced circles on her clit, the other hand spreading her lips. "I wanted to be his mistress... His whore."
My cock stood on end, as hard as it ever could.
"You'd have been so humiliated if you'd seen the way I acted."
I had started jerking off without realising.
"I was begging him for more." She shut her eyes. "I just wanted to be his and not yours for a night."
"Oh God," I said.
"He mauled me." Her pussy was loving her fingers.
I yearned to touch her, but touching myself while she told me what happened was too good.
"He did things to me you wouldn't believe. Things you wouldn't have the experience to think of." She moaned. "It was great sex."
"Better than you and me?"
She didn't hesitate. "More passionate, more intense." Her body was beginning to shake, her fingers and memories working in unison. "I really want fucked by a cock."
I started to raise myself, ready to fuck that little cunt of hers.
"No, baby," she said. "Not yours, not now."
