Author's note: this is a story in the "cuckold humiliation" genre. If this isn't your fetish, skip this one.
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"This place is incredible," Olivia said as she walked from room to room. The house was indeed a sight to behold: roof-top terrace, a gorgeous view of the city, marble countertops, outrageously large and beautifully landscaped. Olivia could not help wondering how Emily and Richard, who always seemed to struggle financially, were able to afford it.
"How ever did you manage to buy this place?" Her husband James must have had the same thought.
"Well..." Strangely enough, Emily seemed a little discomfited by the question. After a short pause, she motioned them to a nearby sofa. "Let's sit down."
"I haven't told this to anyone," she began after seating herself across from them. "It's just that -- well -- I heard the two of you have some problems with debt?"
James and Olivia shared an uncomfortable glance. They had both taken out six-figure loans in the process of getting their MFAs. At the time, it seemed as if the credentials and connections would be worth the hefty price tag. Now, several years later, with neither of them making any headway towards worldly success - Olivia's paintings were not selling much and James' novel was rejected by several publishers - that decision looked a bit foolish.
At the very least they had each other, having met in one of the seminars the program required the incoming students to attend.
"Yeah," James said after a long pause. "To tell you the truth, we've been thinking of moving in with my parents back in Kansas."
Emily nodded. "I'm just going to come out and say it," she said, taking a deep breath. "I was paid" --- she named an amount of money that sounded enormous, obscene even -- "to cheat on my husband on my wedding night."
"My God," Olivia blurted.
"Holy shit," James said simultaneously.
The two of them had been at Richard and Emily's wedding only a month ago. James remembered how elegant Emily looked in her wedding dress, almost chaste even. Tall, with an athletic frame and long black hair which she usually kept in a bun, Emily was gorgeous. James' cock tingled at the thought of her fucking a stranger on the very same day they had seen her get married.
Olivia had been a bridesmaid at the wedding and Emily was set to return the favor in a months' time when James and Olivia would finally tie the knot. Though he was quite enamored with his wife -- Olivia's beauty was almost the opposite of Emily's, with wavy straw-colored hair and large breasts that always seemed to fill out whatever it was she was wearing -- Emily made regular appearances in his fantasies. He was particularly fond of imagining the two of them servicing him together....
"How could you do that to Richard?" Olivia sounded to be in a state of shock.
"Richard knew all about it," Emily replied calmly. "He was there, watching the whole time."
Olivia gasped but said nothing. With her mouth hanging open, she seemed to be rendered speechless.
"Neither of us regrets it," Emily continued. "It was a very large amount of money, you know." She shifted her gaze from Olivia to James and back. "The house is a nice perk but more important is the the ability to pursue the careers we chose. You know yourself how hard it can be."
Like the two of them, Emily and Richard were trying to make it in the art world. The four of them had all met at the same MFA program.
"I'm sorry if I shocked you," Emily said. "Do you want to hear more or shall I drop it?"
"It's just so unexpected," James said.
"It is," Olivia chimed in apologetically. "We don't mean to be judgmental. We're your friends. You should tell us."
Emily nodded. "You might remember the man from the wedding. An slightly older gentleman by the name of Trevor Montgomery?"
James vaguely remembered the man. Early 50s or thereabouts, bulky, firm handshake, he spent most of the evening talking to Emily's parents. He barely registered on James' memory of the wedding.
"Mr. Montgomery is a very wealthy man who enjoys...this sort of thing. We're not the first couple he had persuaded to agree to something like this."
Emily paused.
"Once everyone had left, he came up to the bridal suite with us. It started off very awkwardly. I chatted with him aimlessly about the wedding as Rich made us drinks. Eventually, Mr. Montgomery just put his hand around me and brought my lips to his own."
Olivia could not restrain herself. "Rich just watched you kiss this man!?"
"He did," Emily met her friend's gaze. After a moment, Olivia's outrage subsided and she began to feel sorry.
"I didn't mean to be rude," she said. "It's just that..."
"I understand," Emily said. "Yes, my husband watched me make out with another man. I'm sure it wasn't easy for him, to watch me kiss this stranger right in front of him. Not only that, Mr. Montgomery ran his hands all over me as we made out, fondling my ass and boobs.
"This went on for a few minutes. Afterwards Richard undressed me. It's one of Mr. Montgomery's fetishes -- he wanted my husband to undress me and present me to him.
"Rich fumbled with my wedding dress for a good long while. When he finally lowered it to the floor, my first instinct was to cover my breasts with my hands. Mr. Montgomery smirked when he saw it and it occurred to me too how ridiculous it was.
"Still I was so embarrassed to be standing there, half-nude, in front of this man, on my wedding day of all times. It seemed like forever until Rich took off my stockings and shoes. Finally, my husband lowered my panties to the floor and I stepped out of them. He took my hand and brought me over to Mr. Montgomery, putting my hand in his."
"Jesus Christ," Olivia said. It was a little too much. She looked at her husband. "Could you do something like that?"
"What happened next?" James ignored his wife's question.
"Well..." Emily paused. "I have to explain that Mr. Montgomery is a very dominant man. Throughout the evening, he seemed to delight in humiliating Rich a little. Once I was completely naked, the first thing he wanted to do a cock-comparison picture."
"A what?" Olivia asked.
"He undressed and told Richard to take off his clothes as well. Once they were both naked, he had me stroke both of their cocks before taking a picture of me with a cock in each hand."
"Here," Emily said and handed James her phone. Trying to steady his hands, James took the phone. Olivia looked faintly repulsed but leaned over and they both huddled over the small screen.
