Zoes Secret Lust Pt 02 A Setup

Note to readers:

I got a lot of flack from "Zoe's Secret Lust" Part I; evidently my narrative goes too easy on cheaters and unfaithful wives. The male heroes in my stories are mostly husbands who deal with sexually adventurous women, wives who seek excitement, the thrill of new experiences, and that's the motivation for my men to break out of their comfort zone. I also like happy endings. Should I try something different? This is Part 2 of a trilogy, following Pete and Zoe as they navigate infidelity, sexual adventure, and relationship. Part 2 sets up Part 3, as you will see, but I'll respond and even modify the conclusion based on the best comments I get from Part 2; enjoy the ride!

This story contains cheating, bondage, abuse, discovery, redemption, rough sex, humiliation.

Part 2

I waited until most of the other guys had left the gym, and Max was alone in his office. "Can I come in?" I asked, knocking on the door. Max grinned and offered me a seat, I closed the door behind me.

Max is the owner, a tall, muscular gentleman in his 50s? He had a roomful of trophies from bodybuilding contests, and recently took me under his wing. Training and following his advice, I won my first contest. I grew to respect his guidance. Several months ago, over too many beers, he confided in me that he belongs to a sex club, specializing in bondage, discipline, pain, degradation. Master/slave stuff. At the time, I brushed it off as too much information. I had no clue how prescient that conversation turned out to be.

"I was hoping you might introduce my wife and I to your club."

"What do you mean?" Max asked.

I said "I think my wife and I are interested in BDSM play, and I thought you might point us in the right direction."

"How do you know?" He asked. I took a deep breath.

"I recently caught her cheating. We talked about it, and I'm....we're trying to fix it. I discovered that she was attracted to his domination, and rough style, I wanted to learn how to turn her on like he did."

Max looked at me, silently. I grew uncomfortable, and finally volunteered: "I made a video of them fucking...."

I showed him my tablet, the video I'd made of Rafe fucking my wife Zoe while I sat nearby and watched. I had agreed to let her be with him, if I could observe and find out why she wanted him. I know it sounds dumb, but here we are.

We watched in silence for a few minutes. Max called Tony into the room. Tony was another trainer, one of several free-lancers in the club. They coached prospective bodybuilders, or trained people to get fit. Like Max, he was muscular, lean, but much younger, like late 20s. He had a commanding presence, maybe learned from his time in the special forces. They rewound my video and watched together for a few minutes. I thought I'd feel uncomfortable showing it to them, but in fact, it felt like a relief to talk to someone about it. And in truth I was still looking for help, some way to become the husband and lover my wife Zoe desired.

As they studied the screen, I began to recall details that I missed the first time, while I was there. The video played. There he was, that slimy Rafe, a salesman at the company Zoe worked for. Arrogant asshole.

On the screen, Rafe glanced over at me, then pulled his cock out.

Max looked up at me, "Is that the guy she brought to your award dinner?" pointing to the screen. I nodded. Max resumed the video.

"Is your husband this big?" Rafe asked, "Tell me!" he commanded. Zoe replied "He's not a big as you. I've missed this so much!"

"Suck daddy's cock! Let me feel your hot mouth on my fuck stick! Get it hard and ready to fuck your married pussy!'

Zoe said "Oh, lover, I want your cock in me! I've needed this!" as she took it into her mouth.

"Good girl. Suck it like a good married slut." He said. Max fast forwarded a little.

"I want to be fucked by your big cock. So much bigger than my husband! I need to feel you deep inside my married pussy!" She begged.

"You're my hot little married whore aren't you?." Rafe demanded she answer. Max fast forwarded the video again.

"That's right my slut, gag on my big fucking cock." Rafe said, forcing her to suck him deeply, while Zoe choked and sputtered.

"Please fuck me again with your big hard cock. I need it so bad!" Zoe begged.

Max fast forwarded the video again.

"It's better than your weak, puny husband, right? I fuck you better than he ever could!" he demanded. "Mmmm Hmm" she said, her mouth full.

Max skipped ahead.

"I love your cock, Rafe! Oh God, it's so big! I never knew my pussy could feel so good! Better than my husband ever did!"

"You're cock is making me come! Fuck me! Oh God, I'm such a whore. A dirty whore for your cock! Only your big cock! No small cock can ever satisfy me now!"

Max skipped a little.

The woman I thought of as my wife now lay there on the video, covered in her own sweat and another man's cum. Her face was dripping with it, it leaked from her pussy and down her thighs. Rafe moved in again.

"Please daddy, don't tease me. I need to feel your cock in me again! I need a real man's cock in my hot pussy!"

Max skipped ahead. Almost as if he was looking for something.

"Ooohh, fuck me. Please fuck my hot cunt. Fuck it good, so much better than my husband!"

"Do you want to get fucked like a slut? Right in front of your husband?"

"Oh, god yes! Show him how to fuck a hot pussy! I love your cock! Not his! Fuck my hot little pussy with your big cock!!"

"Oh! Oh! So much bigger than my husband! You fuck my pussy so much better! My pussy needs your big cock! Only big cocks!"

"Ooohh God, I'm coming Rafe. Your big cock is making me come."

Max paused the tape and looked at me. "Pete. Listen to me. You marriage was over when she started fucking him behind your back. You're just a romantic, in denial."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Dude, she brought her boyfriend to your award ceremony!" Max said, exasperated.

The video continued.

Max explained: "This is not BDSM, really. Look at her eyes, she gets off by humiliating you. She wants a cuck husband. That's not something I can teach. Is that what you really want?"

I was speechless. Trying to understand what he said. Humiliation? Me? The woman I loved wanted a cuck husband? Why would any woman want that? I shook my head in disbelief.

Max said "A lot of people, men, husbands, don't think they can be (or want to be) submissive, until they get broken. They are seduced by controlling wives, sometimes with the help of other men, guys she fucks. Once broken, they tell themselves they stay in the relationship for love, then they kneel on the floor while their wife fucks the pool boy. Do you want to be broken?" I shook my head, no.

"Tell me how this started" he asked. I told him the whole story.

Then, he said something that floored me. "I know. We all heard him tell you from the bathroom. It wasn't hard to put 2 and 2 together."

"We thought you'd kill him, then and there" Tony said. "The thought crossed my mind" I admitted.

"Even before that, I suspected something." Max said.

"How?" I asked with genuine incredulity.

"She brought a date, remember?" He said. "To...YOUR...Award.....Party.." he said, slowly.

I was stunned. I never thought of that, I mean, that way. I thought it was an accident, a coincidence. Just a friend from work.

"She brought her boyfriend, the guy fucking her, to your award party?" He asked again, as if I was missing something obvious.

I was so stupid. Suddenly, I felt deflated.

Tony sniffed and added "She was probably planning on slipping away and fucking him after you were drunk enough to not notice."

Max looked at me "Fucking her boyfriend, in a bar, with all your friends there, on the night you won a award. Not to get off, but to humiliate you. On your night, in front of your friends. Oh, she's cold."

Tony agreed "So fucking cold."

I shook my head, refusing to believe what they told me. "I thought if I learned how to fuck her like Rafe does..." I repeated, numbly.

We turned our attention back to the video. We got to the part where I got up and fucked Zoe. Sloppy seconds, to be sure.

"Is that you?" Tony asked, "You got up and fucked her?"

"Yea, twice" I admitted. "The second time before I kicked him out." I said, like it was nothing.

Tony and Max looked at each other. Then back at me.

"She tried to cuck you, she made you sit in the cuck seat and watch her fuck her boyfriend, what did you feel?" Max asked.

"In truth, I wanted to kill him, beat him senseless with my bare hands. But, I needed to see what he did to seduce Zoe, why she kept coming back to him. I wanted to learn his style. I thought that's what she wanted..."

"No, think about sitting there. What did you feel?" Tony pressed.

"Nothing. Like I was watching a play. It wasn't real."

"Even when she humiliated you? Called you inadequate in front of her lover?" Told you your dick was too small, she felt no pleasure from you?"

"I felt nothing. As if she was lying to him, to get him off. Not to me...." I realized how dumb that sounded as soon as I said it.

Tony smiled, and pointed to my chest. "There may be a bull's heart beating inside you. We'll have to see if it's strong enough to save you."

Max sat back and said "You cannot forgive what she did so easily. Betrayal, breaking your marriage vows like she did, is serious, she needs to earn forgiveness. Maybe over a lifetime. Forgiving her, unearned, is weakness. The same weakness that drover her to fuck another. Now is the time for you to stay strong."

"I still want to save our marriage. I'll do anything" I pleaded.

"Hopeless romantic." Max shook his head, smiling. "That's a rare thing these days. Let me think about it."

Max stopped the video, we all sat in silence for a few minutes.

Max looked at Tony, and sighed. "Ok let's take this one step at a time. Here's what you do."

"First, you need to be extremely careful. You are dealing with a snake that will bite you as soon as you let your guard down. A Rattlesnake! No warning! One bite, and you are dead! No taking your eye off that fact!" I nodded, but was unconvinced. Was he talking about Zoe, or Rafe?

Max looked at me.

"She still works with this guy Rafe every day, right?"

I nodded.

"Did she fuck him today?" he asked.

I stopped, stunned at the question.

"Did she tell you she'd ended it with Rafe?" he asked. I shook my head.

I had assumed it was over, that kicking him out was the end of him and Zoe. In truth, I didn't know, and at this point, couldn't say. I took a deep breath, and said "OK, a he's snake. Maybe she is too. What's next?"

"Second, you need to be brutally honest. Lying is a form a disrespect, humiliating the target. That is not you. But, you don't need to tell her everything, play your cards close to your vest. And, you are not a liar. Your fetish is not humiliation, either of yourself or her, right?" I nodded.

"OK, now, tonight, you need to fuck her. Rough, Passionate, intense, until your body can't move anymore. " Max explained.

"Yea" said Tony, "Open up, let your feelings out. Tell her she's a whore, a cunt, a slut, she cheated on you, a back-stabbing bitch...." I looked at him like he was crazy, and shook my head. He continued, pointing at me. "Yes, all the feelings you felt when you first found out, betrayal, lies, fucking a slime ball behind your back. Rough, hard, AND verbally abusive."

"It will be cathartic, trust me. But....!" Max looked at me intensely. "Do not hit her. No slapping, no punching, nothing. You are vulnerable right now, and if you give in to a endorphin release, you may not be able to pull back. She might try to make you. Don't give in. No hitting." I nodded. Max seemed convinced, he continued. "Do not stop using her body until you are physically exhausted, and unable to move. A fuck to remember! Keep her off balance, don't relent, don't let your guard down."

Tony seemed to type something on my tablet, then handed it back to me.

"Then, come back and tell us how it went." I nodded and left.

I showered and gathered my gear, and went home. Zoe was in the kitchen, busy with dinner, still wearing her work clothes. She greeted me with a cheerful "Hello honey!" but I just grabbed a beer and sank into the couch, my thoughts spinning in my head.

After a moment, she came into the living room, and sat next to me, close, sexily, like I always dreamed a wife would do. "How was your day?" she asked, smiling and putting her hand on my thigh. In the past few weeks I'd caught her cheating on me, then she convinced me to watch her as her boyfriend fucked her and they both humiliated me, and now things were back to normal between us? I realized that I wanted to talk, to share my thoughts, my fears, but I recalled Max's warning. This was too...artificial, too expected.

"Did you talk to Max?" she asked. After I'd kicked Rafe out, I offered to learn to be more savage in bed, with her, by talking to Max.

"Yes" I replied, simply. There was silence, then she continued.

"What did he say?" she prompted, finally, putting her hand on my thigh. "He said he'd think about it." I answered, truthfully. I sat silently for a long moment, not offering anything else.

She moved in close. "I wonder what it might be like? A sex club! To be naked in front of all those men, helpless, exposed..." she said, dreamily. "Wow" I thought, that was a new twist on her ideas for us. "All those men.." she said, it rang in my head.

I leaned over and kissed her. Gently at first, them more aggressively. I put one hand behind her head and pulled her close, the other hand was pawing at her tits over her work clothes. Zoe cried out with surprise, but I moved on top of her, my tongue exploring her mouth, my muscular arms holding her close. After a few seconds, a feeble attempt to push me away, she relaxed and started to kiss me back. I practically ripped her dress off, pulling it over her head and tearing at her bra snap, the whole time squeezing her breasts and biting at the nape of her neck, her earlobes, and then kissing her passionately. Never giving her a moment to escape. She scowled when I tore her dress away, but I ignored her and pulled her panties to her knees. She started ripping at my own clothes, my workout gear was easier to remove, and in moments we were both naked.

"Oh, Pete!" She said, "What's gotten into you?"

I was silent. I put my hand on her pussy and inserted a finger. She was wet, very wet. Zoe gasped, and as I massaged her pussy walls with my finger, she stared to hump my hand.

"Oh, my god! Yes! That's it! So good! Yes!" she cried out.

I moved to suck her tits. She had amazing tits! I licked and nibbled on one nipple, then the other, then worked up to her neck again. She writhed, and moaned, and twisted in my arms, her hips rotated forward and pumped her pussy on my probing fingers. God, what a sexy woman!

My cock was rock hard. I pulled her legs apart and moved in between them. "Yes! Yes!" she begged. My cock slid in deep, effortlessly, her hot cunt was incredibly wet.

Incredibly wet.

Did she fuck Rafe today? I heard Tony's sneering question in my head. Did she really just come home with a pussy full of his cum?

Maybe I am a fool. But, I had to finish what I started. The thought of her fucking him yet again, behind my back, only ignited my emotions, giving me power.

I started off with slow, long strokes, until her body started to respond, then built up speed.

As I worked her pussy with my cock, I recalled what Max had said. I steeled myself and began fucking her in earnest. She started to moan and whimper, crying out with pleasure.

"You like that? You fucking slut! You cheated on me in my house, in my bed! You let him fuck your married cunt like a cheap whore, you worthless fucking bitch!" I started railing her nasty pussy, harder and harder, using my body to hold her in place.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck my cheating pussy! Yes! That's it! Harder! Yes!" she cried out.

I started to emotionally unload, to call her names, to get increasingly rough. It felt like a pressure valve was releasing, I was being honest for the first time.

"You cheated! You fucked that asshole right here, right in front of me! Fucking slut!"

"Yes! I'm a slut, a slut for his cock! Fuck me!" she wailed. Her body desperately trying to both escape and fuck me back. I held on.

"Ugh! Take that cock, you cheating whore! Ugh! Ugh!" I screamed.

I don't even remember climaxing. But I felt my cock throbbing and hot jets of semen pumping deep into her pussy. But, I didn't stop fucking her until my rod started to soften, then I pulled out, and held her leg with one hand while I rubbed her clit with my other hand. She was lost in an orgasmic haze, her tits shaking, her nipples rock hard.

Just as she was approaching a climax, I moved around and pushed her face into my cum-covered groin. "Suck my cock, you fucking whore! Lick up all that cum! Is that all mine? Or, is you boyfriend's cream mixed in too?" I felt her tongue across my balls and up my shaft. I ground my crotch into her face, covering her with frothy cum and sweat, while she hungrily tried to lick and suck any part of me that got close to her mouth. As I got hard again, I moved around and bent her neck over the couch, standing behind it so I could fuck her mouth as deep as possible, dragging my balls across her face. She was drooling, gagging on my dick, but her free hand was rubbing her clit furiously.

I was insatiable, I fucked her cunt, her mouth, and when I went soft, used any vibrator or toy I could find, until I was physically and mentally spent. Zoe was panting and sweaty, her cum soaked hair stuck her to face, her eyes droopy, her body limp. She took everything I threw at her, seemingly never getting enough. It was very late when I finally dragged myself into the shower, and collapsed into bed. I don't ever remember her crawling into bed next to me.

We both slept in late, but eventually I gave into habit and made it to the gym, Zoe still sleeping. I completed my full workout, glad to have something to take my mind off things at home. Before I left, I stopped in to chat with Max. We talked as if we were coaching a game, strategy and tactics. For my marriage.

"OK, her next move will be to try and get you to talk about Rafe, that night, maybe a repeat fuck session with him, where this time you will only be allowed to watch. Don't you dare! It's a trap. Just tell her (honestly) you are not ready to talk about it. In truth, you are not; that was a heavy blow to your ego, your wold view, and it will take a long time to let all the implications settle. Do not show weakness now."

Tony offered "Just try to return to normal, if you can, be yourself, but give yourself time to reflect. See what happens, what she does next."

"Here."Max said, offering me a small cloth bag, I took it and looked inside. "It's a beginner's kit, there are some restraints, a few toys, nothing too 'Advanced" he said, grinning. "Let me show you something."

Max took out a small riding crop, with a leather paddle on the tip, it was maybe 18" long, the paddle was smaller than my palm. "Stand up" he said.

"Ouch!" I cried out, surprised by the sudden pain. As soon as I stood up, he hit me on the nipple. "Short, quick, taps, wrist only, start slow, see how she responds." I nodded, rubbing my tit. Max gave me a few more instructions, then I left.

I thought about what they said. The first advice Max gave me was working, he was spot on in his assessment. Zoe seemed to respond positively.

That night, Zoe has brought home take-out, we sat and ate, exchanging small talk. She poured us some wine, shortly we finished the bottle.

"Go get a shower. Wait for me, naked on the bed." I said. Zoe looked at me, one eyebrow raised. If she refused or argued, I was ready to spend the night watching TV alone. Slowly, she rose up and turned toward the bedroom.