The bitch had it coming. And so did he.
It stated very clearly in the advert what I was into. What I was about. Did they think it was some sort of game?
We met as agreed in the five-star hotel bar, and the minute you saw me from across the bar, you must have recognised that I was everything I'd said I was. I had arrived in character, it wasn't much of a stretch for me to be 'him' - 'he' was the real me, kept hidden away, subjugated and imprisoned by this normal world and married life. My wife was as innocent as could be, as plain was my everyday life, and that suited for me. For a long time, I thought I could be like that. I had imagined I could be just like every other Tom, Dick or Harry, waking, working, eating, fucking, sleeping. But I was wrong.
Inside me was this need. A need to exert myself. To assert my dominance over those Toms, Dicks and Harrys. And what way to better do it than by taking their wives?
Of course, I needed their consent. I'm not a rapist. I didn't want to traumatise or hurt anyone.
So I placed the advert. It was simple; I was available to fuck other men's wives. Either men who couldn't satisfy their spouses, or who were into sharing them. Or primarily, the men who wanted to be dominated, cuckolded, shown what their wives really wanted, and how to do it. The men could be there while I fucked their other halves, but they could only watch. Or I could fuck them alone, and then send them back to their pathetic husbands with my spunk still inside them.
And I got responses. Dozens of them. I was shocked at how many couples were into this. It didn't hurt that I wasn't bad looking, but before the end of the week I had already met with three couples, all in hotel rooms, all at their expense, and once I got past the slightly nervous first few moments, I left each couple thrilled and satisfied. Not that leaving them happy was of primary importance to me. I had my own needs to satisfy.
And it worked. So I kept doing it.
Several months later, here I was, walking into this hotel bar, so be greeted by the most beautiful young woman I had seen for some time. Certainly the prettiest woman I had seen in this situation. She introduced herself as Harriet, obviously a fake name, but that didn't matter. She was tiny, petite, and had a huge mop of gorgeous, flame red curls. She was made up to perfection, her bright green eyes amazingly framed with long black lashes and shimmering emerald make-up. Her hour-glass figure and a healthy looking bust completed a truly stunning young lady. I introduced myself as Tom, the name I used for these meets, and I raised her hand to my lips, which made her smile shyly.
"Nice to meet you, Harriet," I pointed to the ice-bucket on the table, and the Magnum of champagne that it contained, "I've already got us drinks. Do you want to have a glass down here, get to know each other a little, or would you rather just take it up to our room?"
"Please call me Harry," her green eyes twinkled, "We can go up the room now. I'd rather not have all these people looking at me."
I looked around, the bar was quite busy. "Where's your husband?"
"Peter?" she picked up the glasses, as I took the bucket and bottle, "He's going to walk in on us. Catch us in the act, if you know what I mean?"
"Ah, yes. No problem," we walked in to the lift. She smelled heavenly. "It's a common fantasy. What perfume are you wearing?"
"Um, I forgot," she took a deep breath and looked at me suddenly, a different expression. "I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous. I've never done anything like this before."
"It's your husband's idea?" I asked as the lift doors reopened, and we walked out towards the room we had booked. "Fulfilling one of his fantasies?"
Harry didn't say anything for a moment, but as we reached the door of our room, she nodded. "Yes, it's his idea but I wanted to do it too. I've never..."
She swallowed, as though she couldn't say it, but I finished the sentence off for her. "You've never been with anyone else but Peter?"
Harriet's green eyes flashed with surprise, and then she tossed her ginger curls over her shoulder and appraised me. "Did Peter tell you in the emails?"
"No," I said truthfully. "I'm just good at reading people. Trust me; you'll have a good time. Both of you."
Harry nodded, hopefully reassured and followed me into the room. It was nice enough, basic but clean, and with a king size bed. The only thing I ever insisted upon. I turned on the television and put it on to the music channels, volume low enough to be relaxing but loud enough to break the silence of the room. I poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to her, patting the bed at the side of where I sat.
"Come, sit," I beckoned her over, "Relax."
Harry did, smiling nervously at me, but I didn't touch her or invade her space just yet, though the slim legs that showed beneath the mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing were very tempting.
"Only this will relax me," she sighed, and necked the glass in one go, then held the glass out for a top-up. "More please?"
"Go steady," I told her though I didn't care if she got drunk or not, "The bubbles in champagne can go straight to your head."
"Good," she said, taking another long draught from the refilled glass. "So, how does this work?"
I gazed at her beautiful face, wanting to just ravish her right there, but we had to set a few ground rules first. "It starts when I kiss you," I told her, and she nodded her understanding, "Then we take it from there. Don't worry, just trust me, but first there are a couple of things you should know."
I kicked off my shoes, and undid the tie from around my neck, so I could get undressed quicker when the time came. I saw Harry look me up and down as I did. She found me attractive. That was good. "First of all, there is a safe word - Elephant. If you or your husband tell me to stop, I will ignore you, as to Peter's fantasy, but if you really want me to stop, say Elephant, and I will know that you're uncomfortable."
"Okay," she said, a slight uncertainty on her face. "Peter knows this?" I told her we had set it all up in our emails and she looked happier. "I have to text him when we've... started... so he knows when to walk in."
"That's fine," I smiled at her, trying to put her at ease, "We'll play it out however he likes." Harry smiled back. Wow, she was pretty when she smiled. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled away and downed the glass of champagne first, wiping her lips before taking one last final breath.
"Right, you can kiss me now..." I cut her off as she spoke, moving quickly and kissing her firmly. She was a little shocked at how fast I moved, trying to pull away, but I moved over her, sitting over her lap and pulling her into me, I kissed her forcefully.
After a moment, she relented, kissing me back and our mouths opened to let our tongues intertwine. I'm a big man, and my body dwarfed her tiny frame. Her hands went to my back, feeling my muscles through the thin shirt I wore. I paused from kissing her to pull the tie from around my neck, and she helped unbutton my shirt, already out of breath.
As soon as my chest was exposed, she ran her hands over it and we resumed kissing as I lifted her top up and over her head. Her plentiful bosom was barely contained in a pretty black bra, and I wanted to just rip it off but I refrained for now. She shook her head, cascading her red tresses across her shoulders and watched me as I began to remove my trousers.
My cock was only semi-hard as it sprang into view, and I saw Harriet's eyes widen slightly when she saw it. I'm not huge, but I am slightly bigger than average and quite thick, which seems to appeal to more women than length alone.
"Suck it," I commanded her, and her eyes widened further at the tone in my voice, "Now!" I took hold of her hair and urged her face forwards and she obliged, taking in the end and licking it with her tongue. "Deeper," I said in a no-nonsense voice, pushing more of it into her mouth, but stopping short of making her gag.
As she began to get into the blow job, I reached behind her and sprang the clips on her bra. Her perfectly round, firm tits fell out, and I ducked down and took one in my hand, and squeezed firmly.
"Take your skirt and knickers off," I said after she'd sucked me to a decent hardness, "But leave your shoes and stockings on. I like that." I had seen earlier that she was wearing hold-up stockings, which turned me on immensely.
Harry did as she was bid, taking down her skirt to reveal a pair of black skimpy panties which matched the bra she'd already discarded. Her large pink nipples hardened with arousal as she slipped the knickers down over her thighs.
"Open your legs," I said, and Harriet spread her thighs for me, but not far enough. "Wider."
She opened them further, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, with a tidy strip of hair that was only slightly darker than the bright red hair on her head. It was totally bald around her slit, and was already glimmering with a hint of dampness.
"Finger yourself," I commanded, but she hesitated. I took a step closer to her and gave her a look that meant business. "I said... finger yourself. Now!"
I barked the last word and slightly started Harriet closed her eyes and slid her hand downwards. Her fingers ran through the thin strip of pubic hair, and then her middle finger found her clit. She opened her eyes to see if I was watching and I nodded in approval as she started to rub it softly.
"Good girl," I reassured her. "Now carry on with what you were doing." She opened her eyes to take her cock back in her mouth, but paused in her masturbation. "Don't stop playing with your cunt," I said to her firmly and she began to work herself once more as I started to fuck her face. "Very good," I said softly and encouragingly.
I noticed Harry's face was reddening slightly, and she was panting around my cock. When I looked down she was switching between finger-fucking herself and rubbing her swollen clit, obviously getting herself close. I wondered when her husband was going to make an entrance. When did she want to text him?
I grabbed her head by the hair, and pulled her up the bed roughly. She complained at first, but didn't use the safe word, as I laid her out and forced her thighs as wide as they would go, then I buried my face into her hot little cunt, licking, nibbling and sucking her lips, before clamping my mouth over her clit.
"Oh, my!" she said under breath as I worked her little bud. It had swollen in my mouth during the time I had licking her and her hips began to buck, so before she came I quickly moved up the bed, and positioned my cock between her labia minora, my swollen head pressing at her soaking wet hole.
