The Loyalty Test

Contains overt cuckolding themes of a slight science fictionish nature. Don't read it if that's not your thing.

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I found myself filled with shame and regret. How could I let my insecurities get the better of me?

My fiancé Henrietta was sitting besides me on the couch, completely oblivious to me staring at her. She was too immersed in her favourite nature documentary - she loved stuff like that.

Henrietta - or Hen as I like to call her - has always been a nerd. She was unfamiliar with the world outside of books, being a PhD student in biology, she'd spent all her youth to date studying the world of life around us. Safe to say, she never made room for any partying, boys, or even much of a rebellious phase.

Her appearance told much the same story. Her skin was so pale, she'd be transparent if she got any paler - a by-product of all the time she'd spent inside. She had a tall, slim, but slightly hunched figure. Her brunette hair was often tied back so as to not get in the way whilst she read. Her mouth was always slightly open, showing off her braces that added to her goofy look.

Of course, I loved every bit of her nerdy goofiness, her character as an intellectual. I was her polar opposite; being a carpenter by trade, we started dating through my eager advances towards her when I was on a job at her university building. I can't forget the first time we kissed - her pale, slightly freckled face turned a blotchy red that showed me how she felt about me. It paled, of course, in comparison to when we first made love. I wanted to pleasure her by going down on her. With my eyes closed, went to town and came back up after a good 15 minutes to find her face glowing with a tomato red. Indeed, she was very poor at hiding her feelings - and every indicator had told me she was madly in love with me.

And it was these lifestyle choices and appearance that led me to believe I'd be her first. Expecting an easy answer, I asked after we finished making love for the first time. To my shock, she shook her head and told me she didn't want to talk about that.

I think it was from this that my insecurities grew. She's never wanted to talk about it since, and it was as though there was a side to her she never let me explore. With our wedding only 3 months away, it only took the push of a finger.

Hen had been doing a lot of wedding planning on our shared laptop, so I was used to being inundated with wedding related ads on the internet. But one particular ad stood out:

'Feeling insecure about your partner? Find out how loyal they are'

The ad stabbed me right through my eyes to pin me straight to it. Nothing wrong with having a look?

Next thing I knew, I'd received an email:

'Dear Mr Andrews,

Thank you for your order of Loyalty Test Deluxe.

One of our qualified agents will now conduct the test on your partner.

Please rest assured, with our Miramory technology, your partner won't ever know that they've been tested - this is our guarantee!

Please ensure that your partner is alone at home on 18th of May from 10:00 AM to 12:00 PM. If your partner is not present or isn't alone at this time, our agent will not conduct the test and a penalty will be incurred before your test can be rescheduled.

Once our agent has conducted the test, you will receive a report highlighting our findings.

If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to contact our customer service.

Kind regards,

The Loyalty Test Team'

I half-thought I'd been scammed. It was an entirely impulsive decision that I regretted the morning after. Out of the shame of having done it, I left it and forgot about it until this morning when I received a text:

'Dear Mr Andrews,

A reminder that our agent will visit your house tomorrow at 10:00AM. Please ensure that only your partner remains in the house until 12:00PM'

And suddenly, it felt real. I did more of a background check on the company and found that they had raving reviews. Not a single complaint about their partner having found out. I felt a bit safer and looked to Hen, still oblivious to all the thoughts running through my head. She noticed me staring at her and let out an awkward laugh.

"What? Have I got something on my face?"

She was as loveable as ever. With this test, I'll finally be able to close this chapter in our lives, live a happy life as a married couple.

With this rationale, I rushed out the door the fateful morning - making excuse of a busy deadline for why I had to go into work on a Saturday. Hen waved goodbye from the window looking down at our drive, her face looking more longing than usual for some reason.

I plopped myself down in my empty office without any real work to do. I did some menial admin work to keep myself busy til 10, when I got a text.

'Mr Andrews, our agent has notified us that they've successfully started the test. We'll let you know as soon as the test is complete'

I took a deep breath. I was feeling more reassured about the possibility of Hen finding out, but now got myself questioning what I'd do if they found actual dirt on her. Would I take their word for it and break up with her? On what basis? What would I do if I couldn't breakup with her still? How would I live with her after finding out about her past - or whatever it is they'll find out about her?

I started to sweat bullets as I nervously walked around the office asking myself these questions. The 2 hours felt like an eternity. I kept looking back on my phone checking for the time. I loved her so much, I starting praying now that they wouldn't find anything.

In the last 10 minutes to 12, I sat myself down looking straight into my phone waiting for an update.

Then, exactly on the dot at 12:00 - I received an email.

'Dear Mr Andrews, we're pleased to inform you that our agent has completed their test. Please find the report of our findings attached.

Should you need any further clarifications about the contents of the report, please don't hesitate to contact us again.

Best wishes from the TLT Team.'

With shaky fingers, I opened up the PDF to read the report.

'SUBJECT: Caucasian woman, 30 years old, 15 Privet Drive

Loyalty Test Package: Deluxe

Loyalty Tester: BBC0353

Loyalty Testing Rating: 95/100

What this means: this subject has shown an extremely high tolerance to our tests, meaning that their infidelity is likely impossible, no matter the temptation. This places them on the top 99th percentile for their loyalty to you.

When we grouped all those within the 95th percentile and above, all subjects were shown to have been married to one partner for the entire duration of their lives.

We bid your relationship all the happiness it deserves,

TLT Team'

Immediately, I felt a massive sense of relief. Then, angst started to fill up.

Clearly, I'd been duped. It was all too convenient for them - they'd pretend they did a test and say the subject wouldn't remember a thing, making it impossible to know if the test had ever been conducted. There was no detail to this report, no personality descriptions or insight to indicate they'd ever actually talked to Hen at all.

With angry guiding my fingers, I called up their customer service.

'Welcome to The Loyalty Test, how may we help you?' it was a voice of a chirpy young woman.

"Hi, this is Mark Andrews - I just received my concluded report. I- I don't know what to make of this. How am I supposed to even believe any of this?" I tried my best to hold back my anger, but felt it seeping trough in my abrasive voice.

'Ah, Mr Andrews, congratulations on your partner having scored so high. Would it help if I explained how we conduct our tests?' she sounded very used to being accused, ready to pounce with a cheerful retortion.

"I don't know, but go on" I agreed reluctantly.

'Thank you Mr Andrews. You see, our agents use special devices that trigger a specific part of the human brain using sound. In this case, we adapted the frequency to trigger only certain impulses in your partner's brain associated with loyalty to you. We test this at varying intensities to see how she'd react - and safe to say, she was a tough cookie!' the employee laughed as she told me, a clear attempt at trying to sway my opinion.

"Hah, well that's all well and good, but there's nothing on this report that suggests you know anything about my Hen. How am I supposed to know the test was conducted at all?" I asked as I felt my anger seeping out more.

'Mr Andrews, I assure you, we have thousands of reviews from happy customers who now feel happier in a relationship they can trust. It just wouldn't have been possible for us to build such a reputation by carrying out fake tests, if that's what you're insinuating' now her voice took a more serious tone, which I interpreted as her being defensive.

"Do you have anything? Anything. Real evidence to show that you've talked to, or even SEEN my Hen!" I wasn't holding back now. They weren't getting away with my money without at least being shouted at.

The employee fell silent, and I wondered if they're run off already.

"HELLO?!"

'I'm here Mr Andrews.' she said quietly.

'We do keep evidence Mr Andrews, in case we get accused of anything like this. But I want to make it clear, I very strongly advise against requesting it - as a company working off science and metrics, I feel it's my duty to inform you that seeing the evidence has been proven to have a negative impact on relationships. Leave this be, Mr Andrews, be happy with the result you received and move on - your marriage will be a happy one' the employee said, now taking almost a sombre tone that made her sound much older. But no scare tactic was going to work on me.

"Fine, fine then. I accept all responsibility for the outcome - whatever it may be. Just send me the evidence. If it proves what you say, I won't hound you any longer. If you don't send me it, I swear - I'll come to your office and demand my money back in person!" I shouted at the poor girl in response. Her response was immediate.

'Okay Mr Andrews. I'll send the evidence to you via email. You asked for it.'

I was getting ready to hound her even more, until my phone vibrated and I noticed an email received from them.

Still on the call, I opened up the email.

'You have received this video against our advice against it. In viewing it, please remember that this is only the reaction of the subject to our testing, and doesn't constitute their normative personalities.

WARNING: as advised on our initial guarantee, the subject will have no memory of this event - confronting them about the contents of the video WILL have damaging consequences'

I scoffed at the warning and loaded up the video, which immediately played loud, pornographic noises.

Panicked, I closed the video and laughed as I hounded the employee some more.

"Is this your idea of a joke? Send me some porn and say it's some sort of evidence?"

'Watch the video more closely Mr Andrews' the employee replied calmly.

Suddenly, my gut feeling told me something was about to go seriously wrong.

Against my better judgement, I opened the video up again to see a pale-skinned white woman, naked, big black hands holding her by the mouth as he pounded away from the back. The camera was some distance away, so I couldn't see her face very well - but the sounds were clear. It was an animalistic squeal like that of a pig, the woman screaming at the top of her lungs as the man wearing a balaclava kept punishing her from behind.

Her mouth being held distorted her speech, but I could make out what she was trying to say, something along the lines of 'Breed me, breed me, breed my pussy'. I was distracted by the sight of sudden pornography on my phone - and somewhat aroused - but I remembered the employee's instructions to look closely - so I did.

I zoomed in in the centre, into the woman's face as she looked into the camera, her eyes rolled back.

I fell back on my chair as I noticed; the braces on her teeth.

Her face being so distorted, no one else but me could make out that this woman - making noises I've never heard before - was Henrietta - my Hen!

But for me, it was unmistakable. As the man in the balaclava kept pounding away, my Hen kept screaming, squealing, with depraved roaring in between. The shock and awe had me floored, completely forgetting that I was still on the phone to the employee.

Just then, the video took another turn. Hen quickly pull away and let out a demonic roar - her body lifted up and shook uncontrollably. Though it happened too quickly for me to notice it happening, I could tell my the drenched sheets underneath her now that she'd let out a massive squirt. She's never been able to do that with me.

And yes, the sheets - how could I not notice? That was our bed - one we'd been sharing since we moved in together 2 years ago.

'Mr Andrews? Are you alright?' the employee prompted - a tone of pity in her voice now.

Without anything anything in response, I hung up the call and ran out the door, driving home.

I had a raging erection the entire journey home - unable to focus on much besides wanting to bed my fiancé as quickly as possible.

I was nervous to what I'd find after parking the car in the driveway, hesitant to get in the house in fear of what I might find.

To my surprise, a delighted Hen opened the door to wave hello, her face letting off the usual goofy smile that lit me up like a Christmas tree.

My Hen, my lovely, kind and innocent Hen, was unchanged. She was right where I left her like nothing had happened.

Maybe nothing had happened. Maybe the video was fake, maybe I dreamt it - she'd never behave like that, afterall.

I ran towards my lovely fiancé and gave her the biggest cuddle, lifting her up to claim her as my soon-to-be wife.

"Can't wait to to be married to you" I whispered into her ear. In response, she let out the cutest giggle. I needed to have her, and have her NOW.

I let her down - but oddly enough, she seemed to struggle finding her feet and collapsed on the ground.

"Oooh dear, my legs are quite shaky today for some reason!"

I felt something odd coming up in my stomach again. Ignoring the feeling, I picked her up into my arms - carrying her to the bed to initiate.

The sheets had been changed. Again, I pretended not to notice.

I kissed Henrietta, more passionately than ever before, letting her know that I wanted to be one with her right at this moment. Henrietta smiled, trying to sneak in a breath in between the kisses.

"Whoa there tiger, what's gotten into you?" She said as she giggled again.

I continued my pursuit, quickly stripping her and throwing her down to enter her in missionary.

"My love, I do want to as well, but- you've been at work. A quick shower perhaps...?" Hen asked sheepishly.

I wasted no time, quickly jumping off her and into the shower to wash myself down before rushing out.

I don't know what made me look in that direction, but I did - and I noticed her panties. I'd just taken it off, but failed to notice before that it was covered in white fluids, too much of it to say it was just her own making.

I was stood there, trying to process what that meant. But really, I was just trying to find excuses for her that didn't involve what I'd seen in the video. I didn't see the end of it - could it be?

Nevertheless, my erection was about to blast out of the stratosphere. These thoughts didn't stop me from wanting her. Actually, it seemed to make the desire stronger. I jumped back on top of my dear Hen, passionately kissing her as I pressed my cock up against her pussy. With a bit of teasing on her clit, I pressed farther down.

But for a moment, I was confused. I felt the wet of her pussy, but none of the tightness. I was fully erect - was I not inside her?

I looked down to inspect before pushing myself back up fully to look closer. Pulling away from kissing Henrietta, she looked puzzled.

"What's wrong my love?" she asked.

Upon realising the answer to her question, my chest starting straining from pain. My cock was still inside her, so I simply couldn't deny it. Her pussy was stretched beyond being able to accommodate mine. It did feel wetter than usual, which I suspected might be for another reason.

I pulled away, grabbed my phone and locked myself in the bathroom. Henrietta must've been startled - but I was in no place to care.

I put the phone on full volume. I knew she'd be able to hear, but I had no desire to hide it from her. I pulled up the video again, jumping to different parts of the video.

The camera angle didn't change, so it was much of the same on repeat. The woman in the video - if it was Hen - got the fucking of a lifetime, continuing the cycle of screaming, squealing, roaring and squirting.

"My love, what's going on?" Hen asked as she knocked on the door. She sounded alarmed, as she would be. I knew she could hear it all. Hen needed to hear it too - the bestial roars the woman had let out, it was obscene.

And now jumping to the end, the man who'd otherwise been silent started to groan to the screams of the woman still screaming "breed me".

With a violent spasm, them an squeezed deeper inside and stopped pounding. The woman too, pulled harder on the sheets. I knew what was happening.

The balaclava man pulled away and walked towards the camera, picking it up.

In a passing glance, I was able to see the size of his monstrous black cock, covered in the foam of the woman's juices. It was thick and veiny as it was long - like a weapon of mass destruction aimed solely at the pleasure of women.

The camera zoomed in on the woman's pussy oozing cum, which just kept pouring out. Then, the camera turned again.

It was the woman's face - no - Henrietta's face.

As Henrietta struggled to catch her breath, her eyes unfocussed and dazed, the man spoke in the background:

"15 Privet Drive, 30 years old, Caucasian woman. Evidence log complete"

Having been fucked senseless, Henrietta was drooling into the sheets as the video concluded off.

But the Henrietta of now, standing outside the bathroom, only knew what she overheard.

"Wh- that's our address. What's going on? Was the man talking about me? Why? What's happened? Please come and and explain! Please!"

As my beautiful Hen appeared to weep before the door, I wrapped my hands around my head to ponder on what I'd done and what I could do now.

All because I let my insecurities get the better of me...