Zoe's Secret Lust

Notes to readers:

After reading your comments and private emails, I thought long and hard about the scenario and the players in this last chapter, and how to continue the story arc in a credible way. Pete is the kind of a guy who would willingly give you the shirt off your back, if you needed it. Quick to forgive, a gentile giant. The thing about guys like Pete is they do not forgive twice. Naïve, not stupid. I really love the positive comments (obviously) and the helpful criticism. Thanks for reading, thanks for taking the time to comment. A double thanks to my female readers! You girls rock! I hope you all have fun.

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

Part 3

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"I'll bet she fucks her boytoy before the weekend's over" Tony said, a little cynically I thought.

"She's going to cage you, tie you up, I'd bet." Tony added. "Make you watch her get fucked again. This time, you won't be allowed to stop him."

Denny, a trainer I worked with most because he had a similar build, height, and later to the amusement of all, the same buzzed haircut as me, said to Tony (Not just a little annoyed, too) "Dude! That's his wife! Show a little class!".

I must have looked shocked. Max gestured Tony to silence.

Max said "If she's determined to cuck you, her boyfriend will be there. But, this time he won't take any chances, and will have convinced her to take precautions."

"Precautions? Like what?" I asked, in genuine puzzlement.

"He's a control freak." Max explained.

"He might make her put on a chastity device, a cock cage, that will prevent you from getting an erection, in a painful way too. Remember, last time? You fucked her in front of him, then kicked him out. Cucks are not allowed to do that. If he's still around, he'll insist you are caged, and maybe bound, before she's allowed to fuck him again." Max explained.

"Why would I agree to that?" I asked honestly puzzled. "Why would she?" Tony smirked.

"Who knows. Love makes us do crazy things. Or, maybe you wont?" He offered. "I hope it works out, but let's have a plan just in case."

Max had me show him on a map where the lodge was, and what cabin we were staying in. Then, he took my phone and entered in a number; suddenly I heard several phones nearby ring, including his. "This is our group number, if you need help just redial, we'll be close."

I took my phone back, and thanked them, but I honestly believed they were over reacting.

"Good luck, try to have a good time!" Max said.

The day was beautiful, perfect weather. I wore my favorite patriotic golf shirt, Zoe never liked it's flashy colors but today she said it looked great on me. Zoe wore a thin sundress that really showed off her curves. She looked fantastic. We drove along the mountain roads, stopping at overlooks and small local stands for fruit and novelties. Around 5pm, we made it to the lodge and I was genuinely excited to see so many classic American muscle cars, Mustangs, Chargers, Corvettes, and the like in vintage pastel colors. The music was perfect for the period and inside the lodge people were dressed in vintage clothes, blue jeans and poodle skirts, dancing in socks or barefoot. Zoe dragged me onto the dance floor and we danced and laughed. Later, we made a round of the wine tasting, and even though Zoe was being the prefect wife, this one vendor, a knockout beautiful red-headed Irish girl caught my eye. She was pouring a deep red vintage from a nearby vineyard. As she handed it to me, our hands touched for a moment, and then our eyes met. It was just a second or two, but it felt electric to me, as she smiled and started to talk, then Zoe moved between us and I fell back to reality. I don't know why that moment felt different, like I was living a dream and almost woke up.

I did notice something odd, there were two or three men here that didn't fit in. Unlike the rugged locals, they had skin fresh from a facial, perfectly groomed hair, they wore chinos or Bermuda shorts that were new looking or freshly pressed. New shirts, and brooks brother penny loafers. Like Mannequins in a department store, almost life-like.

"Salesmen" I thought to myself. They looked uncomfortable at the party, and impatient. I guessed they were from Zoe's place of business, they seemed to try to stay out of sight, but were ogling the women that may have fit Zoe's description. Rafe was a salesman, I thought.

That was a red flag.

At sundown, we were sitting at a small table and Zoe had excused herself. She returned with two plastic wine glasses, one a sparkling white wine, the other a deep red, that she handed to me. "This is the red you liked, right? We should buy a case before we leave."

I took the glass and sniffed it, the rich aroma of fruit, oak and dark chocolate filled my nose, I moved to take a drink, Zoe's eyes grew large. I hesitated.

"Oh, let me get a slice of apple, or fig and maybe a little cheddar, to see how it pairs with food!" I said, then quickly walked to the buffet table, "I'll be right back!" I called over my shoulder.

Once there, I deftly dumped the liquid into a bowl of half melted ice, and picked up a similar glass of cranberry juice, the color matched close enough. Man, I hated to waste good wine. Just then, in the light of the buffet, I noticed a glint of something at the bottom of my old glass, a faint trail of un-dissolved powder, glistening. I quickly stashed it in a nearby flower arrangement, thinking maybe to have it tested later.

I returned to Zoe at our table, downing my drink quickly, before she could detect my switch. "Mmm, that's the best wine I've ever tasted, a whole case you said! Wonderful!" All the while I was thinking about how to test Zoe, to prove (to myself) if she was honest or not. My best bet might be to keep playing along, after all I had no real proof of anything yet.

The evening was winding down, Zoe seemed anxious, looking around, checking her phone, and watching me silently. It wasn't hard for me to feign drowsiness, and I even stumbled a little, slurred my words. Normally, my wife might ask if I was OK, here though, to my surprise she seemed to expect it. Zoe helped me to the truck, almost pushing me into the passenger seat. "You are in no shape to drive!" She complained.

As she went around to the driver's side, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and, recalling the number Max had given me, typed "roofie" in and hit send. I hoped we had enough cell signal for that message to get out.

Zoe, suddenly impatient, started speeding up the rough dirt road to the cabin she'd reserved, the potholes bounced me around as I pretended to be nearly unconscious, to the point I had to hunker down in the seat to keep from banging my head against the door window. After a few minutes, we arrived, she slid the truck up next to the cabin and shut it off. I risked a glance out the window. The cabin was small, isolated, there was a porch out front and an outdoor shower in the back, I could see an old outhouse off in the corner. The stars were coming out, the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs was surprisingly loud. I thought I caught a sight of a car parked in the back, just the bumper showing. But then Zoe came around to my side and I had to feign weakness and disorientation again.

She opened my door, and I practically fell out of the truck onto her. She struggled to get me on my feet and moving toward the cabin door. I kind of enjoyed playing feeble, and made it as difficult as I could for her, she was strong but I outweighed her by 30 pounds at least.

"Fuck! He's heavy" she said, then I felt a man's arm on the other side, and I heard Rafe say, "Let's just get him on the couch, it took you long enough!"

I felt Rafe's breath close to my face, it took a lot of discipline to maintain my illusion. "Stupid ape!" He hissed at me, "You will never interfere with my fuck toy again after tonight, I swear!"

I could have broken him in half, beat him to death with my bare hands. Part of me wanted to jump up, grab him by the neck and bash his face in with my knee. But, I needed to see how deep Zoe was into this scheme, how invested she was.

I pretended to try and lift my eyelids, rolling my eyes and letting drool out the side of my mouth. I should have won an Oscar for best acting. They roughly dumped me on the couch, and I complied, limply crumpling into a heap.

I heard Zoe moan softly, and the sound of kissing. "I thought this day would never end!" she told him. She ran her hand along his crotch, feeling his hardening cock. In a flash she was on her knees worshipping his cock through his pants, like a wonton whore. "Oh, please give it to me!" she begged.

Max said I'd have to see for myself. For some reason, her scheme to drug me, so she could meet her boyfriend, fuck him behind my back, was enough, but when she said "I thought this day would never end" I knew the truth. She'd been pretending the entire day, gaslighting me, playing as if I mattered to her in any way, the...entire..day. The depth of her backstabbing was laid bare, 7 words, evidently the first honest words out of her mouth all day. It was like a switch flipped, now I knew my marriage was over, completely. I fought back tears, anxious that my ruse might be exposed.

I could see into the bedroom, just by raising my eyelid a tiny sliver. Zoe was kissing him urgently, removing her clothes as if they were on fire. Rafe produced a blindfold, and secured it on her. Zoe touched it and giggled, "This is kind of exciting!" she said. "You will find this an exciting evening, babe!" Rafe replied. "I want you first, slut, before the other guys get here!" He slapped her ass, pinched and slapped her swinging tits, then kissed her roughly.

Zoe moaned

with delight.

He pushed her onto the bed, facing the headboard. He stepped to the side and I got a clean shot of her naked ass pointing up like a cat in heat. I could see him tying her hands to the headboard, the tying her legs apart, one onto each post at the foot of the bed. Zoe squealed and giggled, tugging against her restraints. Finally, he pushed several pillows under her hips, raising her ass even higher. Totally exposed and vulnerable. I could see a soft glint of wetness on her pussy lips, ready and eager for what was to come. "Oh, Rafe!" She cooed "I feel so slutty!"

"That's the truth." I smirked. We had played domination a few times, I'd commanded her to serve me, or tied her up, blindfolded. Seeing her now, actually submitting to her master, I knew those times we'd played were just pretend. Here, her master demanded that she subdue me, and she obeyed. I realized I had no idea what I was dealing with; my own wife selling me out.

"What did she think was going to happen in the morning?" I thought to myself. "Did she think I'd forgive her again, even go along with being drugged and forced to watch her fuck her boy friend?" I nearly shook my head with puzzlement. We did roleplay once with her dominating me, and she seemed to really get off on the power, making me sub to her. But, this was completely different; Here I was not willing, nor playing, there was a third person who seemed to control her, to get off making her humiliate me. And she willingly did, consequences be damned. Max was right; this was cold, heartless.

I heard a soft sound, a distant car engine, then the faint sound of car doors opening. I risked a glance over to the door, and spotted Max's face in the darkness. I breathed a sigh of relief, and glad he had stayed true to his promise to be close by. Silently, with Rafe busy undressing, stroking his cock, his focus on Zoe's ass, I leapt up and let Max in, holding my finger to my lips, he nodded and entered carefully. Behind him came Tony, then Josh and Denny, all trainers like Tony. I pointed to the bedroom. We padded along softly and carefully looked around the corner.

Rafe was focused on Zoe's ass, reaching between my wife's legs and roughly rubbing her cunt. She moaned and I could hear the wet squishy sounds of a ready pussy. Next, he started to finger her. Zoe moaned "Oh, god, I've missed you!" She started to hump his fingers, moving her ass to drive them in deeper into her cheating wet cunt. Eventually, she shuddered and lost her balance, falling forward on her hands and knees. Zoe was still tied onto the bed, twerking her hips slowly. ""Oh, hurry up Rafe! Daddy! I need that big cock inside me!" She cooed. She pulled against her restraints, trying to get her ass even higher up, presenting it to her would-be lover.

"Rafe!" she pleaded "Come fuck your hot slut! Please?"

Rafe laughed at her helplessness, her total submission. "I want to hear you beg! Really beg you cheating slut!!" Zoe started in earnest "Fuck my married pussy! Fuck me, please! I'm your slut! Your whore! I need your big cock in my wet pussy! Hurry, please!" Rafe asked "What should we do with your loser husband?" "I don't care! Just fuck me!" she begged. "That's a good girl!" Rafe said, looking smug, and was just dropping his pants around his ankles, when Max moved in. Evan as Zoe was begging to be fucked, begging for the cock of her master.

In a flash, Max had grabbed Rafe, nearly tackling him, placing him into a headlock and putting his hand over Rafe's mouth Tony and Eric pinned his arms and legs, and they quickly and silently dragged him outside. More quickly that I would have thought possible, he was hooded, hogtied naked, his own sweaty socks stuffed into his mouth, secured with his own Brooks Brother's tie. (Who wears a tie, camping?) We left him on the porch, and were just about to re-enter the cabin, when Rafe's phone chimed from inside his discarded pants nearby. Tony picked it up and saw a voice mail alert, he held it up for us, and played.

"Rafe! The guys are eager to fuck that slut from work! You promised she was hot and eager! Which cabin are you in?"

They guys all looked at me. I felt sick. Tony, thinking fast, texted back "Can't talk, give me few minutes" and silenced the phone.

Denny's face lit up, he had a black t-shirt on, he motioned for us to swap shirts so I gave him my red, white and blue golf shirt. Then he grabbed his bike from the back of his truck, and spend off down the hill to the main lodge.

Rafe was struggling, naked, hogtied, a hood over his head. "Where did you guys get a hood?" I whispered, "The hood and rope were in his car!" Tony explained. I shook my head, how could I not expect this?

Tony emerged from the bedroom, holding a shiny metal object. "I found a chastity cage in her luggage, I bet this was for you." He whispered. The guys just looked at me, but I was looking at Rafe's helpless form. Tony grinned "You do the honors" he said, chuckling, and nodded toward Rafe.

The cage was small, I guess intended for me and my more average genitalia. I managed to squeeze Rafe's cock and balls into it, maybe too roughly, and locked it tightly around his entire package. He cried out and tried to scream, but the gag barely let him breath. I could tell it hurt him every time he moved. I smiled. "Poor asshole" Max quipped "If he gets a hard-on, he'll probably crush his own nuts!"

Tony leaned down close to Rafe, and said "Asshole! You probably have a hour get get that cage off, before your junk turns black and falls off by itself. Good luck fucking other men's wives, once your dick is in a landfill!" Tony turned and gave the key to me and said loud enough for Rafe to hear: "If he makes a sound, if he even breathes loud, toss the key into the outhouse. If he wants to get this cage off his dick, he can dig with his hands through 40 years of turds to find the key." I muffled a laugh and put the key in my pocket. Rafe moaned, in self pity. We had utterly switched places, I was in control and he was trapped. Of course, what Tony told him was not really true, but I enjoyed his reaction, I had no pity for him.

We dragged him in and put him on the couch, in my place. Tony used Rafe's phone to text the cabin number back to the other salesmen, "Hurry!" and hit send. I noticed Max positioning Rafe's phone into a hidden spot in the bedroom near an open window, evidently to record whatever happened next.

Zoe was squirming against her restraints, begging and pleading "Rafe! Don't tease me! I need your big cock in my married pussy!" But of course, Rafe was in no position to fuck anyone's wife now. Tony smirked at me, and pointed to Zoe's ass, as if offering me one last fuck. I realized that I had no interest, not even as revenge, not anymore, and shook my head "No." The thought of being with her now was the furthest thing from my mind. She was a stranger, nothing more; I could do better than a dishonest slut like her. Then, we all piled out of the back door, and hid in the darkness.

There was a sound of a big SUV pulling up, and voices of several men laughing and I could hear the words "Slut, fuck her good, married whore..." and other frat-boy terms in the air. From our positions just outside the bedroom window, we heard "Where the fuck is Rafe?" Then another voice "That must be her pussy husband tied up, Rafe said he'd be out for hours. They even got a cock cage on the poor fucker!" "We'll get the blackmail pictures with Rafe, where is he?" then "There she is! The slut of the hour!" as they found Zoe still tied up in the bedroom. They went staggering, in different stages of drunk, some of then even carrying open wine bottles. We carefully watched through the window as they loosened belts and dropped pants hurriedly, one guy hurriedly putting a condom on, then taking position at Zoe's ass, "Fuck Rafe! I'll go first!" Another guy stuffing his cock into her pleading mouth. Zoe moaned with pleasure "Yes! Fuck me!" before her mouth was full. "At least that will shut her up!" Tony whispered to me. Despite myself, I chucked quietly. She wanted this, here it is.

Through the window, we saw a train forming behind Zoe, one guy after another stuck his cock into her, pumped a while, then was replaced with the next guy in line.

The other guys had their cocks in their hands, wanking themselves. They stood around leering at Zoe as she took one cock after another, moaning and squirming the whole time.

"Yes! Fuck me! Oh, Yes!"

Just then the guy my wife was sucking let out a low groan. She pulled off his cock just in time for me to see long spurts of cum shoot from his dick. He sprayed jets of spunk across her lips, chin and down onto her tits. He just kept on cumming. He must have spurted 6 or 7 times before he was done. I guess he hadn't cum in a while, and was eager to take advantage here. Another guy replaced him. Then, another. She was covered in sweat and cum in no time.

"Oh, Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged. "Someone just fuck me!" They did, almost comically forming a line to stick their condom-covered dicks into her cunt, one after the other.

As each guy ejaculated they moved back and were quickly replaced by the next who pushed his semi-limp dick into her wanton cunt. Or, grabbed her head and forced his cock into her open mouth. They fucked her mouth fast, plunging in and out. Zoe was gagging even as his wet balls slapped her face over and over. The other guys were standing near, jerking off or feeling Zoe's tits if they could reach them. One younger guy just watched, then lost control and ejaculated onto the floor. The other guys laughed at him, to his embarrassment.

I watched from the bedroom window, even now wanting to make sure Zoe wasn't going to be hurt. One older guy struggled to put his condom on, then seemed to have trouble pushing his semi-hard dick into Zoe's wet and used cunt.

"Don't tease me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Shut up, whore!" he growled. The other guys laughed, even as he finally pernitrated her.

The salesmen would sometimes go to the living room taking turns pointing at "Her husband" (Rafe, tied up on the couch) making cracks and jokes about fucking his slut wife, or how helpless he was, some even took pics of them pushing their ass into "my" face, or with dicks out, forced into "my" hands. They piled used condoms on his head, or dumped them out onto his body, taking pictures the whole time. They were all pretty brave when facing a drugged, helpless victim. But Zoe! Blackmail! That was her play! Zoe and Rafe would take humiliating pics of me while I was still drugged, and use them to blackmail me from this day forward. Not just her, but the guys from her office. They would all know! All have pics of me! Who knows what my life would be like after today, with half a dozen guys having blackmail photos of me. I nearly shook with rage. Max understood it at the same time I did, and looked at me. "You OK?" he asked. I honestly felt like breaking into the cabin and beating everyone inside with my bare hands, this was so cold-hearted as to be beyond my imagination. Max put his hand on my shoulder, and said "Pete. We got this. Be calm, are you cool?" I nodded, trusting his council yet again.