Chapter 4
"Thanks for coming honey... I m-mean, Collin," said Cassidy, sitting across the table from him at the coffee shop.
His mouth was dry, and every fiber of his being screamed that something was wrong. The look in Cassidy's eyes was sad, but determined. He had seen that same look before, usually when there was something Cassidy needed to do, but had to psych herself up for.
But even worse than the troubling look in his wife's eyes, were the two people flanking her. On one side sat Kelly. The tall curvaceous beauty had a sharp, mocking smile on her lips, and one hand resting lightly on Cassidy's thigh. On the other side sat Jack, one broad arm thrown possessively over Cassidy's shoulder and a smug smile lighting up his chiseled face.
Overall, they seemed like a united front, facing him together. It made him feel so distant from Cassidy, like a wall had come down between them. For reasons he didn't understand, as he looked at Kelly and Jack's hands resting on his wife's body, his cock was hard as a rock, pulsing with a dark, negative heat.
"What's this about, Cassidy?" he heard himself ask, his voice cracking. Kelly giggled and gave her husband a knowing glance. Jack's smirk widened, and his arm pulled Cassidy tighter to his muscular torso. "Yeah, I think poor little Collin deserves to know, Cass." His voice was deep, masculine, and had a taunting edge. "Why don't you fill him in?"
Cassidy took a deep, shuddering breath, and put one of her delicate hands in the other... pulling off her wedding band. Collin felt like he was going to faint as she set it on the table between them with a click, then slid it across to him with trembling fingers. He could feel his heartbeat in his stiff cock. The dark arousal inside him leapt higher, fueled by his swirling negative emotions of devastated jealousy.
"I'm sorry..." whispered Cassidy guiltily, unable to meet his eyes.
As Collin looked up from the ring, he was shocked to see that the three across from him were naked now. Kelly's hand flexed between Cassidy's thighs while his wife writhed and humped her hips forward, making soft little sounds of pleasure. Cassidy's hand was busy as well, stroking the massive, drooling cock in Jack's lap. Collin couldn't help but watch his preacher's cock with sick fascination. It was towering, swollen, and couldn't have been shorter than ten inches. Cassidy's hand looked so small and delicate as it firmly gripped the base and traveled slowly up to the head.
"Sorry, pal," said Jack with a wide, shiny grin. "But how could Cass be satisfied with your pathetic excuse for a dick now that she's tried something so much better? She's with us now. She'd rather be our slutty little plaything than a loser's wife."
"No," said Collin numbly, fighting the suffocating, dark arousal that threatened to overwhelm him. He appealed helplessly to his wife, whose glossy lips were moaning and eyes squeezed shut in delight as her best friend's fingers endlessly teased and rubbed between her thighs. "Tell me it's a lie, Cassidy. It can't... it can't end like this! I love you!"
"I'm sooorrry," moaned Cassidy, her voice filled with guilt overpowered by arousal. Her hand never stopped rapidly jerking off the handsome, confident man next to her, "But honey... I... I think our marriage is over. I just... I can't do without Kelly and Jack. Not after what I experienced last night..."
"That's bullshit!" said Collin hotly. "They're poisoning your mind! You need to fight back, honey! For us!"
Kelly snorted and rolled her eyes. Her fingers were making loud squelching noises between Cassidy's legs now. "Oh come on now, little guy. Don't act like you're so upset. Everyone can see how much you're enjoying this."
And then suddenly, Collin was naked as well, his humiliating erection displayed for Kelly, Jack and Cassidy to see. They began laughing, high and bright and joyful, as they stared at his throbbing shame, pleasuring each other as Collin was left impotent and horny across the table. Alone.
Collin woke up with a start, his head fuzzy and his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. His mind tumbled with confused thoughts, one revelation following another in quick succession.
Confusion. Where was he? Where was Cassidy? He realized that he was laid out on his living room couch. He must have fallen asleep here last night. His body ached from the uncomfortable sleeping position.
Relief. Ah. Just a dream, It must have been all the stress and strange arousal from last night that brought it on. Of course he was still married to Cassidy. A one-off sexual encounter could never split them apart.
Creeping Dread. Wait... what time was it? Morning light poured in through the windows. Why was he still on the couch? Why didn't Cassidy wake him up when she got home? He scrambled to check his phone and saw that it was already seven in the morning.
Confusion was back, this time bringing anxiety and faint arousal along with it, coiling and spreading through his belly. Collin went and checked the bedroom just in case Cassidy had, for some reason, decided to let him sleep and went to bed on her own. The room was dark and silent, the bed still neatly made from the day before.
With his emotions swirling, Collin pulled up his call records. He had tried to reach Cassidy last night with no luck. She had never called him back. He sat on the edge of the couch and called her again, acid roiling in his stomach. No answer. His wife's cheerful voicemail message seemed to mock him.
Collin tossed his phone aside and put his head in his hands. The dark, twisted emotion of his dream still clung to him, inspiring new erotic, upsetting images in his brain.
The dream was just stupid anxiety. Cassidy would never treat him like that in real life.
Right?
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