I entered the bar and spotted my fiancée in conversation with two men, neither of whom I recognised. Her body language was openly flirtatious. Her so-called husband called my name and beckoned me to his table in the corner. I detested my obedience as I walked over.
"This is a good seat to watch her," he insisted. "Everyone in here has noticed her."
"I'm not surprised," I conceded, pulling out a chair. "She looks stunning in that dress."
He nodded, his eyes focused on her.
Unfortunately, my own position granted no view of her unless I cranked my neck 180 degrees.
"Can I ask you a question?" he said.
I saw no point in refusing. "Go ahead."
"Is it true you haven't had her ass for over a year and a half?"
I felt my face redden. "Yes."
He looked me in the eye. "Don't you miss it? I mean, look at it. She has the most perfect ass in the world."
I could hear her laughter from the bar and turned to see her playfully pat one of the men's arms. She was up for anything. I could tell. She may as well have been single, never mind apparently married to another man, and certainly not engaged to me.
"I used to love watching my wife with other men," he began, obviously referring to his real-life, estranged partner. "It was like a drug. It was all I ever thought about. She was just filthy You fucked her yourself years ago, so you know what I mean."
"Yeah," I agreed, my mind casting back to one night in particular when I had fucked his wife while she begged for me to pull out and cum on her pussy.
"But she was just average looking. Now, look at her," he pointed at my fiancée, "she is a one-of-a-kind looker. And she's up for anything in the bedroom, or out of it." He took a drink of his beer and pushed across an untouched pint for myself.
"Cheers," I said.
"You do miss fucking her ass, right?"
"Of course." My humiliation continued.
"You do realise that if I ordered her to let you fuck her ass she would do it?"
I genuinely hadn't thought about it. "I suppose."
"You suppose? Wake up. She'll do absolutely anything I tell her. She's living out her wildest fantasy and loving every second. You know her better than I do, but be honest... Have you ever seen her so submissive?"
"No," I said, downing a quarter of the beer in one go.
"We can fun with this. There's no reason for us not to work together. I have no problem with you. I would understand if a lot of what has happened has gone beyond your own fantasies, mate, I really would. But you have to realise that she and I have shared not only beds but deep conversation too. She's told me you enjoy humiliation."
This was a perfect example. I didn't know where to look, although my eyes were drawn to a man stroking my fiancée's bare arm as she spoke to another.
"So a lot of what we do is for your benefit, your indulgence."
I knew then where so much of her vocabulary had come from.
"Like I said, we can work together." He sipped his beer. "Wouldn't you love to fuck that ass of hers again?"
I grinned.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
I looked around and saw the blonde and brunette from the swimming pool posing for a photograph. They were locking lips for the shot. The flash went off and they jokingly pecked for the cameraman, a liquored guy who almost fell off his stool. He passed the camera to the blonde, who thanked him. The camera was evidently hers and the images probably only hours away from a Facebook posting.
"She's had a fair amount to drink," he stated. "My... Wife." He chuckled. "Hang on a minute. Let's see if she notices this."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Remember the guy in the changing rooms? He's just walked in. He's making a beeline for the bar."
I shot a glance and in the same moment she realised his presence. I couldn't lip read, but her body language was obvious. She was excusing herself from the two men she had been flirting with and availing herself for the new stranger. His eyes stared at her legs, more than likely dreaming of slipping a hand between that slit at the thighs.
"She wanted him to be here. He caught her eye in the pool while you were chatting to the two girls."
"Do you think she'll-"
"Absolutely," he interrupted.
"Hello again," came the voice.
I looked up. "Hello, how are you?" I said, recognising the beautiful brunette from earlier.
"I'm great." She paused to call her blonde friend over. "Do you mind if we join you?"
"By all means," he said, and held out his hand. He introduced us both.
"I'm Katie," responded the brunette. "And this is Victoria."
Victoria returned a gorgeous smile before she sat next to him. I was joined by the stunning Katie. I glanced to the bar and saw my fiancée joining the stranger for a drink, sitting on a stool. She noticed our company and touched the man's arm, gripping him in a flirtatious manner. I smiled at Katie, encouraging her to follow suit. If the girl I was marrying was determined to be a slut, I was even more sure I was going to have my fun. Katie leaned forward, exposing her cleavage. She put her finger on my chest.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely gorgeous?" she asked.
I laughed, as did the rest of our table.
"Katie," began Victoria, "I thought we said we'd play it subtle?"
"I don't care." Katie was obviously tipsy. "I think he's gorgeous and I don't care what anyone thinks about that." She looked at me again. "Except you, sweetheart."
"I think you're pretty damn hot yourself," I replied.
She smiled, then bit her lower lip.
The flirting continued between myself and Katie. My fiancée's so-called husband had his eye on Victoria, and she perhaps too on him, but he played it much cooler. I looked to the bar as often as I could. Her legs were beautiful, so much flesh on show. I couldn't be certain, but my suspicions were great, that she flashed the stranger on a couple of occasions. If she did, his reaction was so elusive it led me to doubt my eyes.
Katie and Victoria excused themselves to go to the toilet together. They held hands as they walked, both wearing revealing dresses which barely covered the cheeks of their asses.
"You're definitely in there," he said quickly.
I nodded, confidence already reinforced.
"You should go for it." He casually pointed to my fiancée. "She's living the fantasy that she isn't yours. Why should you not let it go and do the same?" He leaned over the table, lowering his voice. "I'm not saying this to be cruel, but I've fucked every part of her today. Aren't you wanting some fun yourself?"
"Yes I do."
"Look at her now."
