[Author's note: Cassidy Hayes, psychologist by day and mother of two, is struggling as her husband Damian cheats on her with Lily. Blackmailed through incriminating videos into doing what Lily tells her, Cassie finds herself yielding to the domineering sexy blonde younger woman. Meanwhile, Cassie is exploring a strange world, having made a new friend in Madame Syn, the owner of the Lost and Found and a highly accomplished Dominatrix.
Cassie has freed herself of Lily's blackmail, taking Syn as her lover. Now, at last, she pays back her cheating husband for humiliating her in front of all their friends, by enticing him into a very special show in the Lost and Found, starring Mistress Grace.]
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THE LEGEND OF CASSIDY HAYES
Wired by the rush of adrenaline coursing through her blood and her own bourgeoning arousal, Cassie was acutely aware of the way she moved, how her muscles shifted beneath her skin. She stretched herself out, standing between the two chairs, revelling in the way that both her husband and his best friend were completely focused on her naked body. She smiled behind her mask.
Turning to Damian, she placed her index finger on the very tip of his cock. Damian was ablaze, straining against the handcuffs, fuelled by desire. She removed her finger and touched it to Robert's purple head, contemplating.
"I really can't decide based on your performance. I'll need to look at other criteria."
Cassie nodded to Estelle who produced a small square foil packet from the box and handed it to her. Cassie ripped the edge and extracted a condom.
"But first, to be clear, I'm going to use the winner for my own gratification. If you also manage to cum, then it's a bonus for you, but I'm not obligated to ensure that you enjoy this. Clear?"
Both men nodded.
"Good. So, let's get down to business. There's really only one way to choose," Cassie mused as she looked from Robert to Damian and back again.
"Sorry," she said, turning to her husband with a little sad smile, "But his is just bigger."
She gave her husband a sweet smile, watching his face sag as he was humiliated by a naked woman in front of all his friends. Seeing his hurt expression tugged at her, but then her resolve stiffened. Fuck you, she thought, you humiliated me in front of everyone. You let your bitch lover come into our house, into our bed. You nearly destroyed me. You don't get to act like the wronged party.
Cassie rolled the condom slowly over Robert's full erection, feeling him respond to her touch.
"Ah, but there's one small sacrifice. No looking."
Cassie signalled to Estelle who brought the box over again. She pulled out a velvet hood and held it in front of Robert's face.
"You don't get to see, because the last thing I want to look at is the face of the cock I'm using."
Without waiting for a response, she slid the hood over the head of the handcuffed man. Giving Damian a sidelong glance, she sat herself on Robert's lap, facing him, his thick shaft sticking up between his groin and hers. She pressed her pussy against the underside of his shaft and began to rock her hips, sliding up and down against the condom, enjoying the friction against her clit.
"Do you know what the difference is between a man with an erection and a sex toy?" she purred, grinding herself against his rigid shaft, rising and falling naked in his lap.
Robert didn't respond and Cassie laughed, replying, "Me neither."
Cassie wrapped her arms around Robert's neck, letting her head fall back as she enjoyed the feeling of brushing herself against his cock. She looked to the side, seeing Damian's eyes locked on her, and she pouted at him.
"So close," she murmured, "Do you think there should be a consolation prize?"
Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and wrapped her hand around Damian's manhood and began to masturbate him. His eyes were smouldering now, his desire plain to see. Cassie raised herself up, tilting her hips to sit her entrance on the tip of Robert's swollen cock. Damian's eyes were fixed on her groin.
"This is what you could have won," she said, and slid down onto Robert, taking him inside her in a single motion, already slickened with her own arousal.
She heard Robert groan beneath the hood.
"Ssh," she whispered, "Toys don't speak."
Cassie began to ride him, rising up and then pushing down, feeling him respond beneath her. It felt so strange and different, the novelty of being penetrated by a man who wasn't her husband, the first time in her married life. The notion of it excited her, feeling the power she had over these two men, clasping the manhood of one with her pussy walls, her fingers wrapped around the other, stroking his rigid shaft.
She kept up a steady rhythm, rising and falling on Robert, feeling the bliss of sliding his firm manhood into her. She looked around the room, seeing all their faces. Syn was there in the background, her expression unreadable. Robert was grunting now with each thrust, his hips rising to meet her, spurred on by his own lust.
"You want more?" she murmured, her lips close to the velvet hood, "You'll have to work for it."
Cassie held herself in place above him and Robert thrust up into her, his hips flexing powerfully to embed himself in the woman teasing him. She had done her work well, pushing Robert to the edge so easily, feeling him grinding and thrusting beneath her like an unreasoning beast as she remained perfectly still, letting her prey do all the work.
Each thrust brought her closer to that familiar tightness in her loins, approaching her climax, enjoying how she had been able to turn Damian's erudite and sophisticated best friend into a frenzied fucking machine, driving up violently into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaving Damian's cock now forgotten, twitching and pulsing at the edge of her vision. Too bad.
She concentrated on her own pleasure, the feeling of control, the insatiable need of the man below her to fill her. She felt Robert's cock shudder within her and she knew he was close. She clamped around him hard, milking his rigid shaft, pushing herself to the edge.
All of a sudden, Cassie was in motion, bearing down even as Robert pushed up, meeting him mid-thrust, the only sound in the entire club now being their ragged breathing and the slap of his crotch against hers. She could feel herself building to orgasm, each thrust sending shivers through her as his turgid head pushed against her most sensitive spot, deep inside her, the angle perfect. She gave in to the feeling, not needing to be the good wife, no longer required to time her climax to the man fucking her. Cassie thrust down upon him vigorously, extracting her own thrill as he filled her. She could feel the tension in her, so very close now, as Robert drove up into her again and again, pistoning into her in his burning desire to ejaculate.
Robert began to growl and she felt him spasm inside her. At that moment, Cassie realised what she'd done, seeing it all with utter clarity, as Robert began to pump and pump, filling his condom. She was resolved, at last. She was free. Letting go, she surrendered herself, tipping over the edge into climax. When her orgasm finally crested, it overwhelmed her, blanking her mind as her body continued mechanically, reflexively, grasping Robert's erection inside her, shuddering on his cock as the waves of bliss washed through her body.
At last, she relaxed, letting herself fall down onto him, sitting in his lap, feeling the aftershocks even as he remained embedded inside her. Gradually, she became aware of the room, the audience, her husband sitting in the chair next to her, the thing she had just done. She looked down at the velvet hood and pulled it off, staring at last into Robert's rich, brown eyes.
Sliding him out of her, Cassie stood again, naked breasts rising and falling as she tried to get her breathing back under control. The orgasm had shaken her, fuelled by months of denial on the instructions of Damian's cruel blonde lover. She hadn't realised how much it had affected her to have intercourse forbidden to her, aching with need until it had become part of her, a default background state. Even Syn's tender ministrations had only served to take the edge off her desire, not to quench it. She had been unleashed here tonight, finally: a valediction.
It was also the way Damian had watched her as she took such pleasure from his best friend's manhood, the look of jealousy and shame to have been bested by Robert. He hadn't been able to stand it, which had made her want it more, pushing her over the edge into a towering, shattering climax. Discovering that he'd just witnessed his best friend climaxing inside his own wife would be the final, devastating blow.