The Game - Sequel to The Key

The Game
by Don Jetman

Sequel to "The Key"




Chapter 1


Our future has never looked brighter. We've escaped a life of servitude, fear, and paranoia, to the open skies and clean, crisp air of the desert. We make love more than ever before, but Kate's lingering hunger for sex with a man of her dreams still haunts me. When that man entered her new shop, and then her life, we took a chance; one we hoped wouldn't bring attention to our new life far from where we began.

After our sordid past back east with my former employer, we agreed that Kate's needs should be limited to one night with a man, even with the rare "man of her dreams"; no more boyfriends, bosses, or neighbors who might want a "relationship", one that might turn sour, or worse yet, enable a dangerous someone from our shady past to find us.

But then he enters her shop, and she can't resist him. He buys his wife the most expensive lingerie, and lets Kate know with looks and innuendo that if she wants his cock, all she has to do is ask. They flirt. Kate admits she's smitten. She leaves two buttons of her blouse undone, leans over the counter, and shows him a little cleavage. He hooks a finger in the space, opens it just enough to admire her delicious breasts and nipples, and it's inevitable.

So, Kate fucks him, in the bedroom above her newly renovated boutique. The added bedroom is supposed to be one we use to spend weekends in the city, a long drive from our new home on the edge of the desert. I had installed a two-way mirror in the wall so I could watch them from the adjoining room, but as luck would have it, there wasn't time for me to make the drive. She had posed for him there in the shop, wearing her favorite lingerie taken right off the rack. I found the lacy scraps, ripped from her body, scattered at the foot of the stairs when I arrived the next day. She had a story to tell later, while we fucked, her body drenched inside and out with his semen. There was so much of it.

Kate made it clear that another night with her new lover is a necessary exception to our "one man only" rule. It's hard for me to object - I need to see them together, to watch him "take" her in the way she's talked about since that night. The only remaining decision is whether to let him know I'll be watching.

"I told you I'm more comfortable when we're alone," Kate reminds me every time I ask. "We have no idea how he'll react to you jerking off while you watch." She says "jerking off" like it's an unnecessary obstacle; that okay, it's fine, but his cock's more important. She even rolls her eyes when she says it.

"Well, you said you told him I encourage you to have other lovers, right?"

"I told him a little, Billy, but that's not the same as having you there, or him knowing you're watching from the next room. The last thing I want is to scare him off because we've mistaken how 'cooperative' he might be."

"But he talked about me when you fucked, right? That I'd never be as good as he was? You agreed with him, Kate. And he never flinched. And don't forget the way his wife behaved that day in the store. Her shameless show of affection toward him? Even toward you? The unconcerned amusement when he flirted with you? We should at least open the door, maybe give them a chance to get to know us."

Kate squinted at me, then rolled her eyes again. "And if his wife wants me just as much as he does? Then what? She's beautiful, and unquestionably sexy, but I'm not a lesbian, Billy. If she expects me to have sex with her, then none of it's going to happen."

She saw me thinking, and maybe I smiled a bit too long as she spoke.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she went on. "Watching his wife fuck me with a strapon? Jerking off while I eat her pussy? You seem to forget that was Juliet's little game. I submitted to it because I knew I had no choice. Making those videos public, losing your job, our home, and the respect of everyone we knew? I gave in at first, but I had no idea how far she'd go. My God - she had me on my knees with my tongue in her pussy, lapping at her until she came on my face. Pegging me with that huge dildo wasn't what I wanted either, but at least I could shut my eyes and pretend it was Nickolas or Charles. I won't be another 'pet' to someone like her, Billy. I'll give him up first."

Her objections only put more images in my head, but I'm more careful not to let it show.

"What if I approached him, Kate? Maybe have a little talk? Fill him in on what we do, and what we won't do. Don't you think it would put all of us on an equal playing field? To get everything out in the open and settled up front?"

She eyes me suspiciously, or maybe it was genuine curiosity; would I really do what I had offered?

"So, you want to meet him?" she asks. I can see she's surprised, maybe even a little excited.

"I think that's the safest way to get what you want, Kate, if you have to see him again. Just let me know how it can happen, and I'll have a talk with him. It isn't like it's the first time I've spoken to one of your lovers."

"And, what exactly would you say, Billy? 'Please fuck my wife again so I can watch?'"

"Come on, Kate - you know me better than that. After everything we've been through together? The point is to avoid our past mistakes. If you really like this guy that much, maybe there's a future in having him around. I mean, not all the time, but just when you need - well, you know."

I'm still envious of guys like him, and a familiar sting flickers in my gut. '...when you need what I can't give you' sticks in my throat. There are times like this when I just can't say it. If only I could be this Alpha guy for her. It both saddens and excites me, but mostly it's the overwhelming envy when we talk about him that stays with me. She notices, smiles, and takes my hand.

"Sweetie, you'd do that for me? After everything we've been through? It could be a little dangerous." She puts her lips to my ear, whispering. "But it's making me so wet. He was - just - perfect. I came so hard with him..."

Her sudden turnaround stuns me. She really wants this guy - again.

Kate goes to her knees, opens my pants, and closes her lips over the head of my dick. Her tongue circles the glans slowly, then licks firmly at the entrance. Her eyes roll up at me.

"Is this what you want me to do to him, Billy?" she asks softly. "It's what I want, sweetie - more than any man I've ever been with."

She goes back to work, taking all of me in her mouth, sucking, slurping, with her hands cupping my balls, pulling me close, as though she'd do anything for the favor I've promised. I'm in her throat now, her mouth closed tightly over the base of my dick. She's never done this to me. Her throat's like a fist each time she pulls me forward and takes me in. My mind reels - she doesn't flinch or hesitate. Was it Charles, Vicente, or Nickolas who taught her, then demanded this "service" from her? My hands cup her face as I come. I groan, then stream into her mouth and throat. She swallows as though it's expected, welcoming my meager spurts of "slow swimmers" into her belly. Is it my dick she imagines in those seconds, or is it "one of the others, so unlike me" who's filling her mouth and throat with their potent seed?

She composes herself, removes a drop of semen from the corner of her mouth with her fingertip, and stands. My dick withers in her hand while she hugs me.

"He left me his number, Billy," she coos, lovingly. "Will you really call him?"

"I will," I promise. I'll call the man my beautiful wife wants to fuck.


***

***


His name is Aidan, and there's no sense of surprise from him when I call.

"I think we should meet," he tells me. There's no hint of unease in his voice, no apology or explanation after fucking my wife. Just a friendly, if somewhat direct invitation for us to pay him and his wife a visit. "Come for dinner, tomorrow night," he offers immediately. "Breigha's paella is superb - her special dish; no one ever forgets it."

I'm somewhat shocked at his abrupt familiarity, even congeniality. So, this is the same "charisma" Kate fell for so easily.

Kate brightens when I tell her. "See? He's polite and friendly, isn't he?" she goes on. "And he's married, so we don't have to worry that he'll want me for himself."

"Kate, every man who has sex with you wants you for himself. Charles owned every inch of your body. You became Vicente's live-in girlfriend, then Nickolas's sex slave. Let's be more careful this time, okay? We don't know these people that well. If you had a sense his wife may be onboard from her behavior in the store, we'll probably know for sure after our dinner with them."

Kate's quiet for a minute, then confesses her one reservation.

"His wife is gorgeous, Billy. And, I know it isn't fair, but I can't allow you to have sex with her. I'm just too jealous, I guess. I've never had the kind of fantasies you have - sharing you with someone else. It was hard enough for me to understand when you told me about your fantasies of giving me to other men. But I just couldn't bear watching you fuck someone else. It makes me ill to even imagine your dick in another woman."

I go to her and hold her. My finger enters her blouse between two buttons, then opens them, sliding my hand inside. The skin there is so soft, always like velvet over firm, warm flesh. She gasps when I palm her breast and nipple; she hasn't worn a bra since her night with him.

"You're more than enough for me," I promise. "You're the heart of my fantasies, the gorgeous, sexy woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've never considered turning the fantasy around, only that you're a precious prize for the right man; it makes me hard when they give you the kind of sex I can't. When you come with them - the sounds you make, the way your eyes flutter and close just an instant before, even the little ripples across your belly when your pussy grasps them so desperately and begs for every last inch of cock. All that's your gift to me as well as them. Those moments are etched into my memory. They occupy me constantly when you're not with me, and I'll confess, I masturbate to them again and again. You're everything to me, Kate - everything in a woman I've ever hoped for. Loving you is a privilege - no other woman could possibly come close to replacing you."

She hugs me tighter, and I can feel her teeth on my ear lobe - just a nip, but one of understanding and playful resolve. Her nipple stiffens under my fingers, and I can feel her breath on my neck.

"I'll need a dress, Billy," she says, finally. "There's still time. Help me find something sexy?"



***

***


It's an hour's drive to the other side of the city through the remains of rush-hour traffic. The address is one of the few original homes bordering the university, a three-story Victorian mansion with a wide, wrap-around porch. A large, cylindrical turret is embedded in the right corner, rising from the ground floor to just above the steeply vaulted roof. Long, open balconies cross the front of the second and third stories, each lined with identical, intricate balustrades. It isn't easy to find, hidden away at the end of a winding driveway behind thick clutches of towering oaks. It appears well-cared for in spite of its age; the stark white clapboard and tasteful gingerbread seem to make the house a source of light within the dappled shade of the oaks. An impeccable lawn greets us as I stop the car near the front steps. It's a fairytale scene, almost too perfect to be real.

Aiden watches us from the porch beside a black Cervelo racing bike. We exit the car and climb the steps. I'm instantly aware of his striking, blue eyes, now fixed on Kate. He uncrosses his arms and steps forward to meet us. Kate implied he was older, in his mid-to-late forties, I had guessed. Instead, I see a much younger man, sandy-haired, tanned, and athletic, his white, collared shirt unbuttoned down the front, revealing a lean, well-muscled chest through the opening. The breeze toys with the edges, making the reveal of his torso a game of hide-and-seek as Kate stares, then looks lower, taking in the impressive bulge at the front of his silver-gray cycling shorts. Not that I don't notice as well. I wonder if he's been thinking of Kate, maybe stroking a little heft into it just to impress us. Kate had been evasive when I'd asked about his size. "A little bigger than you," she had said, then nothing more.

"Welcome!" he tells us buoyantly at the top of the steps. His grin is generous and authentic as he pumps my hand. His eyes never leave mine, as though he's searching for answers before the handshake ends. "I've looked forward to meeting you," he tells me, "now that Kate and I are friends. I hope we can be too."

"And you!" he exclaims, as he takes Kate in his arms. "It's so good to see you again!" He steps back and takes her face in both hands until their eyes meet. Kate's lower lip trembles for a second, as though she stops herself from saying what she's thinking; maybe something she'd say if they were alone together. "You get more beautiful each time I see you, Kate," he says, passionately, as if I'm not there beside her.

Aidan plants a kiss on her lips and holds it. She shivers and closes her eyes, waiting for what may come next. I look down between them, and the size of his erection shocks me. I wait to see if she'll put her hand on it. God, this thing's been in her just a day ago, leaving a reservoir of his semen deep inside her minutes before I arrived. It's too real to enjoy any excitement - I feel small, out of place, watching his huge cock react to my wife's mere presence.

I'm relieved when Kate comes to her senses and removes his hands. She glances at me, then back at him again, unable to hide both her arousal and embarrassment.

"That's quite a compliment, Aidan," she answers, finally. "You know I've seen your wife. She's stunning. It's gracious of you to say, but I'm clearly not in the same league as the glamorous woman you married. That you even think of me like that is so flattering..."

Aidan looks over at me and grins, still holding Kate in his arms. "Can you believe that? Your wife needs to learn how to accept a compliment, Bill. Or maybe it happens so often she's used to other men admiring her, wanting her. Think that might be the case?"

My face burns with a new kind of angst. I hear the intentional emphasis in his voice - "wanting her".

"I'm sure my wife's very much 'used to it', Aidan. And she deserves every admiring look she gets, in spite of what she claims. I'd say I've just been watching a perfect example. Except that not many men are brave enough to take her in their arms and kiss her like that."

I smile as I tell him, careful not to steer our evening in the wrong direction. He's taken liberties with my wife I didn't expect as I watch, here in his home. But my startled affront quickly retreats, recognizing the heated potential of what the night might become. His bold advances are what Kate wants, aren't they? It's why we're here, isn't it? But the intimacy between them makes me squirm a little - their kiss, the way he holds her.

"I can assure you, one of the many gifts my husband doesn't lack is bravery." Breigha appears on the porch behind us. She's laughing at the sight of Kate still in Aidan's arms as though the only threat to our evening together might be a less-than-perfect dinner.

"Aidan, darling, let the poor girl go. I'm sure we both get the same kinds of 'compliments' from the same kinds of men all the time.

"I'm Breigha. Welcome to our home, both of you. My, Aidan was right - you're such an attractive couple. I hope you enjoy your time with us. From what Aiden tells me about you, Kate, we're already off to a promising start. Now, dinner is almost ready. I hope you like seafood."

We follow her inside to a comfortable sitting room at the front of the house. It's decorated with an eclectic mix of furniture, a stark contrast to the outer Victorian architecture. I can't take my eyes off her; Breigha is thin as a reed, and a good inch taller than the rest of us. Her clothes are nearly a match for her husband's; a pristine, white halter top with tiny, silver-gray shorts below. She has the longest legs I've ever seen atop braided leather sandals that add almost nothing to her height. I swallow hard and try not to stare at the straight, shimmering cascade of raven-black hair that falls to her waist, swaying from side to side with each step she takes. Kate sees me staring, and bumps me with her elbow.

Kate's head swivels as we enter, admiring the collection of antiques displayed on glass shelving here and there about the room. "Your home is amazing!" she gushes, as Breigha circles the room, noting Kate's interest in one of the stone relics.

"Ahh, I find it fascinating as well, Kate - I had to have it. It's very old, most likely dating back to the Paleolithic. Care to have a guess at what it is?"

I glance over at Kate, and she's standing next to Aidan, still holding his hand. She squints at the object, thinking, trying to impress our hosts with her background in art and design.

"Maybe a stone vessel? An early d r i n k i n g glass or cup? The shape is so odd - I've never seen anything quite like it. It's a beautiful piece."

The object is almost a foot tall, with a wide, flared, circular rim at the top. It appears to be hollow, but its void is too shallow to hold more than a few sips. Breigha lifts it from its brass stand and places it in Kate's hands. She grasps the roughly hewn column and looks down into the depression at its center. Kate hefts it at first, and nearly drops it; it's heavier than she expects, and too wide for her hand to close around its entire circumference. Finally, Kate shrugs her shoulders, then looks to Aiden for a clue.

"Care to enlighten me?" she asks, practically beaming at him.

Breigha laughs. "Oh, he'd be more than happy to, Kate," she says as she approaches and takes the object back from Kate. Breigha flips it upside-down and grins. "I'm sure this is more familiar to you now, don't you agree, Aidan?"

Now it's plain to see that it had been resting on the bulbous head with its base in the air. Suddenly, the stone artifact becomes a thick, rigid, penis, able to stand upright on its flared base. Kate's eyes widen. I squirm; is Breigha's suggestion that "he'd be happy to" a not-so-subtle tell that she knows about Kate's night with Aidan? She seems to be hinting at it ever since we arrived.

"Oh! How could I have missed it?" Kate exclaims, now embarrassed, I suspect for more than one reason.

Breigha runs her finger up along the side, over the head, then down the other side. "Don't be embarrassed," she tells Kate. "Sometimes the most beautiful things, the things we desire most, surprise us in a way we least expect. Don't you agree?" There's a slight accent nested in her voice, one almost too indistinct to detect.

Kate blushes, and removes her hand from Aidan's a second later.

"This is one of Breigha's favorite rooms," Aiden tells us, breaking the awkward silence. "Everything here represents a memory from our world travels to many places few people get to visit. My favorites are old books and manuscripts; my hobby is translating them from ancient languages into the present-day context of accounts of the time. Believe it or not, some of it would make today's porn seem like light reading!

"Breigha's tastes run more toward the sensual, objects that provide an actual tactile connection to the past. It's fascinating to imagine them in the hands of the peoples who created and used them for everyday tasks and recreation, and that we can still appreciate the objects' usefulness after thousands of years."

We both stare at the object, now back in its place on the shelf. Kate looks shocked and embarrassed after Aidan's veiled implication. At least she's no longer holding his hand.

Aidan notices her discomfort, steps between us and the stone penis, and hold up his hands. "Oh no, no, no - I didn't mean to imply the thing has a present-day use."

Kate and I just look at him, stone-faced.

Aidan chuckles, lowers his hands, and shakes his head. "Breigha, I believe our guests may have misunderstood us. I'm sorry if we offended you - but I'm afraid we do get a bit over-zealous with our little hobbies. Believe it or not, we display it inverted because some of our more sensitive guests are offended by its more recognizable likeness. The artifact is a fertility totem, nothing more. Now Breigha, I believe dinner is ready?"

Breigha scowls at him for an instant, as though he's making the situation worse as he speaks. As we follow her to the dining room, it's clear Breigha refuses to justify Aidan's apology.

"I'm sure we're all adults here, Aidan," she continues as she leads us down a wide hallway to the dining room. "I think the piece is magnificent. It's a symbol of formidable male potency, a trait we women find irresistible in a man, don't you agree, Kate?"

Aidan seats us. He takes the empty chair next to Kate, so I sit across from them. A huge bowl of paella sits in the center of the table, ready for sharing.

Kate glances at me before she answers Breigha. "We, um, had this temporary exhibit of sculptures at the gallery where I used to work. I remember it was so controversial because they were modern-era phalluses, all different shapes and sizes. I mean, they weren't life-size; they were much larger - but they were so 'life-like' - smooth and polished, and, well, very 'erect'. I still remember their effect on me. You've summarized it perfectly, Breigha."

Kate had never mentioned the exhibit. Had she considered the "potency" thing too hurtful after my many failed attempts to get her pregnant? Or had the size of the sculptures secretly excited her more than she felt comfortable admitting back then?

"How interesting," Breigha tells her. "Where was this gallery, and what did you do there?"

I shoot Kate a warning look. She knows better than to talk about our past.

"Oh, it was so long ago, and not something I stayed with very long. My degree's in art history, but I never saw much of an opportunity to use it there. I was more of a 'gofer', and it wasn't likely that would change. The owner saw me as more of a conquest than a future conservator, so I left."

"Oh, how sad! Bill, you must have been so constantly worried - I mean, a man like that so determined to test your wife's fidelity, day in and day out. Did you ever confront him?"

"I didn't, Breigha," I assure her. "It would only have made things worse for Kate. He was harmless - just a little flirting - "

"It was more than just a little, Bill," Kate interrupted. "He was always after me, promising me you'd never find out. I think you suspected after the way he pawed me at the gallery's Christmas party. I know you're not the jealous type, but you brushed it off, almost like you thought it was amusing."

"Or maybe arousing, Kate?" Breigha suggested. "Sometimes a man's jealousy can be a slippery thing, not far from arousal when imagining his wife as the desirable prize of another man's 'conquest'."

Kate's face turns scarlet. I see her hand quiver a little as she spears a large scallop with her fork, raises it to her mouth, and sucks it inside.

"I'll have to admit," Aidan adds, "when men ogle Breigha's body, I have learned to enjoy it. And it happens a lot. You can see why, can't you, Bill?"

I glance at Kate to test the waters. She's watching me, apparently amused at how I might answer.

I run my eyes briefly over Breigha's body. Her olive skin is even more beautiful under the warm, overhead lighting. She catches me looking. She's smiling, her large, dark eyes fixed on me. The silky material of her white halter clings to her full breasts, revealing hints of the large areolas through it as she turns toward me, anxious for my reply. She's a breathtaking goddess.

"I can, Aidan," I manage, after losing track of the time it takes me to answer. I can only hope it was a mere second or two.

He grins at me; he's been watching the entire time, watching me ogle his wife.

"They were a birthday present, Bill," he tells me.

"Um, what?" I stammer.

"Her breasts, Bill. Relax - I haven't met a man yet who can keep his eyes off them. Truly a work of art, aren't they? We flew to Stockholm to have them done, by the best in the world. Our tastes are simple; we have to have to best." He's staring at me; his grin is huge, revealing a hint of perfect, gleaming white teeth.

"I've always been skinny," Breigha explains. "I modeled for a while in my teens, but it bored me after a while. I had hoped..." She shrugs her shoulders with open palms. I swallow hard when her breasts jostle deliciously inside the halter. "But, I just never filled out on top. Aidan loved me the way I was when we married, but I love sexy clothes, and I wanted a figure that looked good in them. Aidan was so generous..."

"You look great," I tell her, careful to avoid staring a second time. "They look completely natural."

"As do Kate's," Aidan says.

Kate's eyes widen. She stares at her plate, motionless there in her chair. Now it's Breigha's turn to be amused; she looks at Kate, waiting curiously for her response. I take a bite of the enormous shrimp already on my fork and chew for a long, long time.

Finally, Kate looks up at Breigha. I have no idea what she'll say.

"So, you know? Where Aidan was two nights ago? That we..."

Breigha sighs, then glances at Aidan.

"Oh, my dear girl; didn't Aidan explain? I know where he was - he tells me everything. I see we need to talk. Let's finish our meal, then find a more comfortable place to do just that."


***

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After the seemingly endless silence that follows, they lead us to a smaller, less formal room at the back of the house. Heavy draperies cover the tall windows; the only light comes from an ornate lamp just inside the arched entrance. We're offered seats on the comfortable sofas that sit opposite each other at the center of the room. Aidan leads Kate to one of them and joins her there. I sit across from them as Breigha stands, waiting for us to settle in.

"It's time to clear the air here," she tells us, as she looks around the room, focusing on each of our faces, one at a time. "Kate, we all know that Aidan fucked you two nights ago. Aidan tells me everything. You wanted him, your husband agreed, and Aidan and I fucked while he gave me each and every intimate detail. It seems we all want the same thing here. So, let's stop dancing around the obvious - there's an opportunity here for everyone, a rare chance for two couples to explore our private fantasies. No shame. No jealousy. No harm to anyone. Kate, I'm glad you enjoyed Aidan's cock. God knows I do. And you should know, there could be no limit to how much of it you could enjoy in the future. And Bill, there could be no limit to the many ways you can enable Kate to be whatever she wants to be - unfaithful wife, seductress, or whore. So, we're giving you a chance to decide; are you a couple who wants to play our game?"

Breigha takes a seat next to me and Aidan stands, pulling Kate to her feet beside him. His erection is frighteningly huge; the head nudges the waistband of his shorts. Without any warning, he takes her face in his hands, turns her head toward him, and kisses her deeply. Kate opens her mouth to him, takes his tongue inside, and moans. It goes on and on. She clasps her hands behind her back as she leans into him, not daring to touch his raging cock in front of us. He breaks the kiss suddenly, almost violently. Kate's stunned, breathing deeply; so many warring emotions devour her in the midst of Aidan's brazen embrace.

Aidan looks at me as though he's dissecting a lab rat. A little smile. A faint frown. A silent question with a raised brow now and then. He whispers something to Kate, and she lowers herself to her knees obediently at his side. Oh God, will he make her suck him? While his wife and I watch? But he doesn't. It's just a message to me - that she'll willingly do whatever he asks. She looks so small, so helpless, so fragile.

Breigha sits quietly beside me while Aidan continues.

"In spite of Breigha's offer, we don't need friendly companions. A 'relationship'. The kind that carries with it the threat of spawning 'love', or even a yet undefined 'attachment'. We have no interest in your marriage, or your personal day-to-day 'issues' that are part of it. We don't care about how much money you make, what religion you follow, your politics, your careers, or your extended family. You're here because we think we know what you're willing to become for us. Meat.

"You may find that insulting at first. Even inhuman. But we're not misanthropes. We love beautiful bodies, willing flesh offered freely. There is a special place in our hearts for the couple that willingly watches all inhibitions stripped from each committed, loving spouse. I'm adept at recognizing a couple that will offer up their bodies to our game. And our game is one of power exchange."

As Kate waits patiently on her knees, Aidan kneels behind her and unzips the back of her flowered dress. She looks at the floor as he works, then shivers for a second when he pries the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and lowers the bodice to her waist. She had chosen a white lace bra and panty set to wear under the summer dress, all from her new inventory at the shop. "It's what I call 'my secret weapon'," she had told me when I questioned such an informal, demure choice. I had expected she'd want to show off her body in something much sexier. The hem fell to just above her knees, but the skirt flared instantly to her waist with the slightest twirl, displaying the tiny, sheer thong beneath it. "Sexy enough?" she had asked. I assured her he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. I was right, or rather, she was. As she strolled to our car in the bright, late afternoon sun, it was almost transparent.

I stare at her luscious bare breasts in the semi-darkened room. When had she decided to leave the bra behind? And what will he find under the pretty flowered skirt that lies in a wide, rumpled heap around her? My God - I've never seen her nipples so puckered; they're shockingly bright crimson, bathed in the warm light.

"As I said, Bill, Kate's breasts look completely natural as well," Aidan reminded me. He reached over her shoulders and cupped her breasts in both hands, palming them gently. "Yes, I know she's had them done as well. They're exquisite, Kate. Were they done at your request, or your husband's?"

She refused to answer him. Then finally, head down and trembling, she muttered, "Neither."

"Oh then, an old boyfriend, perhaps? One with impeccably good taste?"

"His boss - our boss," she whispered, barely c h o k i n g the words out.

"I see. Well, I'm sure he enjoyed them. Did you fuck him, Kate? Maybe as a thank you for his generosity? I know, personally, how much he must have appreciated that. Did you know, Bill? You must have, if he paid for them."

"It was a long, long time ago, Aidan," I told him. "It was blackmail, and it's been settled."

He lifts Kate's chin to see her eyes while she answers him. "Did you enjoy it, Kate? His boss's cock? Did your husband enjoy watching him fuck you?"

She answers with her eyes locked on his. "Yes, I enjoyed it. Billy did too. Until it - it was too dangerous. I can't tell you why. Please, don't ask."

"It's okay, Kate - I suspected as much. I'm glad you and Bill are okay now. Healed, I assume? No longer a powerful man's whore?"

Kate gasps. "I wasn't - that. I did it for Billy. So he could keep his job. So we would survive."

I have to stop her - she's treading on thin ice, about our past, about our obligations to avoid prison.

"That's enough, Aidan," I warned. "You claimed you don't care about our personal lives. I won't let you make her relive the past. She fucked my boss for a while, and then she didn't. That's all you need to know."

"I stand corrected, Bill," he said, now surprisingly apologetic. "But sometimes we like to sample our 'meat'; a whiff of honesty from such sweet, panting breath, a taste of surrender from damp, trembling skin. Just a lick - to ensure it's genuine."

He bends over her and licks her neck slowly, trailing up across her cheek. She shivers violently. I watch Kate push the skirt slowly, mindlessly, into the tight crevice between her thighs with both hands.

"Oh, Kate is genuine - I'm certain of that," he tells me, after running his tongue over his lips, tasting the essence of what her body gives up to him.

"Did you enjoy our time in your bed, Kate?"

"Y-yesss," she hisses.

Breigha's hand finds my lap, closes over my dick, and clutches it. She's strong, and it becomes painful as my erection grows. I groan a little, but she holds it with all her strength. "Shhhh!" she whispers. "Don't distract her! Watch!"

"Tell us why, Kate. Why did you seduce me? What do I have that your husband doesn't? Why do you invite a stranger into your bed to fuck you?"

Oh God - will she tell him? That I'm not the kind of "man" she dreams of? That I'm smaller than him? Breigha's inching down my zipper, her hand fishing for my dick. She brings it out in the open and wraps her fist around it. Jesus, she's strong. She examines it from all angles, then looks at me and smiles. She doesn't have to say it. I can see it in her smile. "You're not enough for her - but my husband is."

Kate glances at me for a second, then reaches for the bulge in Aidan's shorts. Suddenly she's bold and horny. Is it just his huge cock that gets Kate wet now? She traces her fingers along the outline of it, then peels his shorts down until it springs into view. Fuck, it's huge, so long and thick in her small hand.

"He knows, Aidan," she tells him. There's confidence in her voice now, no whispering or soft, halting words. "My husband wants it as much as I do. He wants other men to fuck me. He wants me to tell him about it, while he makes love to me."

"I thought as much, Kate. But, I asked why you wanted me to fuck you. Why do you fuck other men, Kate? What do you get from them that you can't get from your husband?"

Kate looks over at me. Breigha's clenching my dick, starting to pump it as Kate looks on. There's a mix of heat and anger in Kate's eyes. She struggles with opposing emotions - Aidan's bare cock juts upward inches from her pretty face, and Breigha's hand is clutching, pumping my dick. "It makes me ill just imagining you with another woman," Kate had told me. Breigha returns Kate's look with a fierce stare of her own. Kate bristles, takes Aiden's cock in her hand, and sucks the tip into her mouth. Aidan's hands caress the sides of her face. He pulls her closer, but she resists taking more of him. She can barely close her lips around the bulbous glans.

A minute later, Kate releases him and looks directly at me. Her eyes are on fire. She's out of control. Looking for vengeance.

"Can't you see, Aidan? He's so much smaller than you. You can see it, can't you? Anyone can."

Aidan's stroking her hair, still holding her face in his hands. "But a big cock isn't everything, is it Kate? A woman needs something else as well, doesn't she? After so many years of marriage? What is it, Kate? Variety? New and strange encounters to chase away the endless boredom at home? Do you let just any man fuck you when you need that, Kate? Any man who wants you?"

"I'm not a whore, Aidan!" she fires back at him. "It's never 'just any man'. It's men who aren't 'careful' like my husband. Men who simply 'take' me. Confident, aggressive, arrogant men who aren't afraid..."

"Aren't afraid to do what, Kate?" he demands. "What will they do to you that your husband can't?"

She looks over at me again. Breigha's taken her hand off me, but my dick is still as hard as when she released it. The abandoned post of flesh shames me after Kate's taken his monster in her mouth. Fuck, he's so huge. I feel like a little boy.

"You never really 'fuck' me, Billy. Not like they do, like Aidan does. You 'make love', time after time. It never changes. They 'handle' me - you 'play' with me. They own me, Billy. Nothing is too filthy for them. When Aidan talks about us being 'meat', you pull back, fearing what that might mean. Don't deny it - I saw it here with my own eyes! But I want to be his meat, Billy! I cum harder for men who fuck me like I'm meat. How many times have I told you this? You give me to these kinds of men, Billy, and you get off on it. This isn't the time or place to deny who we are. We'll never be happy if we keep hiding it."

She silences me with her b r u t a l display of honesty. She's right, of course. But the past creeps up on me all too easily. We were owned once and escaped prison or worse, a hole in the ground where Eric had been found. But Kate needs this. I know of no other way to satisfy her, to make her happy.

Aidan breaks the deafening silence as he brings Kate to her feet and turns her to face him. The bodice of her dress hangs freely at her waist, her perfect breasts now tantalizingly close to his bare chest.

"Such bravery from you, Kate," he tells her. "But we must give equal credit to your husband for hearing you out. It isn't easy for a man to weather that kind of honesty from his wife in front of others. We know you both so much better now than we might after a night of polite conversation."

I see Kate's body tremble; her engorged nipples seem to reach out to him. She looks up at him with a kind of wonder, the kind worthy of a man of her dreams.

"It's time for more honesty, Kate," he tells her as she stares into his eyes. "You're here because your husband agreed to it, after approving of our night together. I'd be willing to bet he even helped you plan it after he called me, didn't he?"

"Yes," she tells him, without a second of hesitation. She looks at him so adoringly. It makes me squirm; my gut wrenches a little.

"Don't you think you should thank him? Not many husbands would have put us together in the first place, and they certainly wouldn't still be there beside Breigha, watching us together, listening to all that you've confessed tonight."

Breigha takes my dick in her hand again. She plans it, just as Kate lays eyes on us.

"Be very careful, girl," Breigha warns. "I don't want to fuck your man. This is simply an initiation to our game. But I suspect he doesn't need much of one. Keeping him hard while my husband plays with you, even while Aidan fucks you, pleases me, as does denying him his final release that so often brings on jealousy and regret. My part is to help him learn his place in the game, just as Aidan's is to help you find yours.

"I'll never fuck your husband, Kate, if that's what worries you. But keeping him compliant is the way forward for you as a couple. You must lead, and be grateful he follows. All he sees tonight is your fascination with Aidan's cock. But we offer so much more. All you have to do is put yourselves in our hands. As Aidan suggests, thanking Bill is merely the beginning. It's not a concession - it's a reward, for accepting that you're Aidan's 'meat' tonight. And in my hands, your husband will happily join you on our platter."

Kate turns her head toward me as Aidan begins to gently tease her nipples with both hands. Her breasts rise and balloon toward him with each deep breath. He's controlling her as though her body's not her own; she's put herself in his hands, giving herself to him completely. Her feet part a little, and I imagine she's drenched for him.

"Thank you, Billy," Kate begins, "for bringing me here tonight, and for every second his cock has been inside me. Thank you for staying and watching him play with me, something you've wanted from the day Aidan and I met. I do want you to watch - but if you cum for her, I'll never fuck you again."

Kate sees Breigha's hand on my dick again. She turns away in an instant, seething with lust and fury, now completely out of control.

"Fuck me, Aidan," she demands. "He wanted to watch, so show my husband what he missed. Show him why I'll let you do anything you like to me, things he can't even imagine. Show him what kind of cock, what kind of 'man', makes me come so hard that I forget that I'm his wife. Show him I'm your 'meat'."

Don Jetman

Excellent start to this sequel, as I have said before, you have a great talent for writing. Thank you for sharing your story with us!

Ooh! Thank you Don!
That's a powerful last chapter, I'm really excited and intrigued for the coming story 😈❤️ x

You da man!! Thanks for sharing your talent ~
Mike

My first real exposure to your writing, Don Jetman. This is an amazing story.

Thank you for this sequel to the key
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Awesome story so far great job!

Thanks for the generous replies, everyone. Chapter 2 is in editing, and should be ready soon.

Don

The Game
by Don Jetman

Sequel to "The Key"



Chapter 2

I can see that Kate's furious. She tugs at the light material of her summer dress as she stares at me. It's still snug just above her hips, even with the bodice hanging free. She pulls hard, tearing the sheer cotton, opening a wide split down the side. When she releases it, the dress drops instantly to the floor. She's left naked except for the tiny white thong we chose together earlier that day. The narrow pouch in the front displays every detail of her swollen labia as though it's a moist second skin.

Suddenly, I see Kate as Amanda, taking Charles's cock as she loses herself in the moment, consumed with hunger for what I can't give her, not caring that her words carry the ultimate h u m i l i a t i o n. It's been months since I've seen her like this, and I've almost forgotten her scathing remarks while she had given herself to Charles. Is it the glass after glass of wine Breigha had encouraged her to consume at dinner? Or is it the absence of true satisfaction, month after month, that has risen to her limit and overflowed before us tonight?

When she hooks her fingers under the sides and begins to lower the thong, Aidan puts his hands on hers and stops her.

"There's a much better way to vent your excitement, Kate," he tells her. "Breigha, why don't you bring him closer? After all, this is an initiation for them as a couple. We don't want any blame or regret here. I think your talents might be useful at this point."

Breigha grasps my dick firmly and rises up off the sofa, taking me with her. She walks to Kate, pulling me along, leading me firmly by her unrelenting grip.

"If you want Aidan to fuck you, Kate, there are better ways to make sure your husband knows how much you want it. Look how urgent his erection is. Yes, it's in my hand, but I'm not having sex with him - I'm simply owning it for a little while as he watches you beg Aidan for sex. Take a closer look at his face. He's so in love with the way you flaunt your body next to my husband. It's beautiful, really. This - ", she tells Kate, as she tugs on my erection twice, briefly pulling my hips upward and forward, "is his surrender. It isn't sex. You can fuck Aidan for hours and that won't change. I'll own his dick for a little while until you and Aidan get what you need from each other. If his erection begins to fail as he watches, I can bring it back again, as many times as I want. And each time, it will take longer for him to find any kind of relief."

Kate looks at Breigha and me, scanning me, stopping where Breigha clutches my throbbing erection. I can see the indecision in her eyes. A beautiful woman is grasping my dick tightly in her hand, but the notion that my erection might actually be an endless, starving prisoner in Breigha's hand seems to quench the fire in Kate.

Aidan slides his hand behind Kate, working his finger into the space between her legs, then up inside her. Kate gasps and closes her eyes. She's trembling, trying to hide the extent of her own sudden surrender to Aidan's invasion.

"Go slowly, Aidan," Breigha tells him. "We want them to enjoy their first time with us. I know you've already had her, but Billy and I would enjoy watching you tease her a little. She's so pretty, just as you described. Her perfectly refined, petite body must be such a prize for you, my dear. But I don't think the delicious physique she's worked so diligently to acquire is merely to please her husband. I can sense the hunger in her, the raw undercurrent of both disappointment and desire. I'm surprised her body has the 'capacity' for you though. That alone makes her a precious rarity for us, and you know how I adore adding extraordinary finds to our collection."

Aidan withdraws his hand from between her legs, and Kate recovers immediately. She's staring at Breigha and me again, still eyeing her hand on my dick. The indecision on her face returns, as though she was only temporarily distracted by Aidan's curious fingers. But she's still staring at my dick, and she's not pleased. Breigha notices as well.

"It is a pity in a way, isn't it Kate?" Breigha suggests. "You do understand, don't you? That he'll be deprived of the kind of satisfaction you receive here with us tonight? The poor thing. Just look at this - " Her hand's still wrapped around my dick, and she pulls me forward, a few inches closer to Kate. "He's barely longer than the width of my palm, and half of Aidan's girth. Your husband has to live with knowing he can never give you what Aidan can. And yet, here you both are - your husband looking on, giving your body away to a man he knows has already more than satisfied your needs. My hand on his dick isn't sex, Kate; it's control. It's also his s u b m i s s i o n, his offer to give his sweet wife once again to a man he knows will outperform him."

Her encouragement seems to work for Kate. She looks directly into my eyes. I'll still love you just as much, Billy; I always have after I've been with other men. But this is something I need - something you can't give me. If you love me, you'll let me have him. My God, Billy, just look at his cock..."

She tells me nothing I haven't heard before - nothing I haven't understood and accepted long ago. Aidan's only the most recent of a long line of men that out-size me and out-fuck me. But the words spoken in front of our new 'friends' carry a disturbing cloud of h u m i l i a t i o n. Her voice has no hint of playfulness as though we're role-playing. Her initial anger is gone, but suddenly she's become Charles's plaything again when wounding me came so easily for her.

If I'm honest, I know what drives her to be so thoughtlessly candid. It's weeks and weeks of pretending that I'm enough for her, that I'm a satisfying substitute for the Alphas she remembers. It's the constant, accumulating sacrifices she makes, burying her memories of what it's like to be filled with the likes of Vicente while she settles for her "average" husband's equipment and skill. As my h u m i l i a t i o n slowly subsides, I feel sorrow for what I can't give her, envy of what her other men can, but also simmering arousal as I prepare myself to watch Aidan take my wife's body. Why do I want this? I only know that I do.

"I don't want to see you disappointed tonight, Kate," I promise her. It stings getting the words out in front of strangers. It awakens the doubts that live inside me, that I might really be a constant disappointment to her when we make love. How many of her orgasms are actually real? And when they are, does she try to imagine I'm an Alpha like Vicente? I've come to accept that she always cums harder when we use the lifelike dildo he gifted her. She still keeps it by her side of the bed; how often does she use it when I'm not around?

Aidan places his arm around her shoulder; he's playing with her neck, then her ear, stroking her face lightly. God, does he know what that does to her? I do.

"You can't cum for her, Billy," Kate reminds me. "I'm very serious. What I need is to hear you tell Aidan he can fuck me. I want you to tell him he can use me, any way he likes; that he owns my body while I'm in his hands. It's what you want too, isn't it? That I'm his while you watch? My mouth, my pussy, my ass - everything!"

"Don't look so surprised, Billy," Breigha tells me, rumpling my hair with her free hand. "He's had her every possible way, probably more than once. Yes, even that way - I know how Aidan loves anal sex. And I imagine she's very tight, isn't she Aidan?"

We had tried it once or twice, long ago, but never again. She always pushed me away and guided my dick to her pussy instead. Why would she want this? He's huge; how could she take all of him there?

Aidan takes a fistful of her hair and arches her head back, moving closer until her face is inches from his. The long, thick bulk of his cock presses into the soft little pillow of her belly, and she pushes against him instinctively. She has no control over the urgent little whispers that escape from her.

"Oh, oh, Aidan - please - it's so big - so, fucking, big..."

"Like a virgin, weren't you Kate? Like a new bride on her wedding night who will do anything to please her groom. But she did her whorish best to urge me on, Bill, raising this cute little butt in the air for me, holding herself open so that I could take her there. I have to tell you, she loved it in both holes. So much so, I couldn't tell which she loved more."

He's just baiting me; I'm sure he is. Kate might love a monstrous cock like his in her pussy, but she couldn't possibly enjoy it in her ass. It has to be physically impossible. I convince myself his talk is all part of their game, flaunting his "Alpha", knowing it's what Kate loves. I try to relax and enjoy the sight of Kate's body in the tiny thong, her breasts now crushed against his bare chest. She's become so submissive in his hands, and just - so - delicious.

Breigha gives my dick a squeeze while Kate's gaze is still fixed on Aidan's face. "Does it shock you, Billy," she asks me. "You can tell us. We want to know you, not judge you or Kate. From what she's told Aidan, anal sex is a rarity in your marriage. She's rejected you in the past when you've tried. You must wonder whether it was the way you approached her, the way you might have fumbled a bit the first time you tried, or maybe you're just not the kind of man she imagines is worthy of that kind of surrender.

"As a woman, I can assure you, we save a bit of ourselves for the time when the right man coaxes our more forbidden desires from us. It isn't always predictable or logical. But we do gift certain men pieces of ourselves, small but precious fragments of who and what we are. Those secret desires and fetishes live in us, locked away, waiting for the man with the key to open us up, dip into us, and play with those precious parts we're willing to surrender. What some husbands don't understand, is that those fragments then belong to those other men. You can never recapture them again. They belong to the men who discover them and take them - men who then own those parts of us - men we never forget. Do you feel it, Billy? The disturbing loss of those pieces of Kate? To the men with whom she's been so 'generous'?"

I stare at Kate, now more his "meat" than his lover. Her body stiffens as he clenches her hair, ******* her to look up into his eyes. She's on her toes now with her breasts crushed against his bare chest. I imagine she's his puppet, as though she's hanging there in the air on strings that might make her dance for him if he wished. Her entire body strains and trembles as firm muscles and tendons rise into view beneath her silky skin. I'm overwhelmed by both the strength and fragility she displays for Aidan. Her body is a luscious sculpture, admittedly more precious than any on Breigha's shelf. I cringe for a moment when I lose the sense that she's mine. He takes her so easily, and she submits with such finality.

"You're her husband, Bill," Aidan tells me, as he holds his willing prisoner. "It's your duty - to give her anything she wants. And it's her duty to accept your sacrifice. You do want to do your duty, don't you?"

If he only knew how I've done my duty, for Charles, Vicente, and Nickolas. I've never forgotten how much of her irresistible body Kate gave them. But I'm shaken when Breigha suggests that those pieces of her spirit are lost to me forever. Have these little voids made her who she is now? Has her desire for what other men now own reshaped her libido, leaving her with a desperate longing to regain what they've taken? Is it possible that my inability to provide what Kate needs exists because those needs have been defined by what her past lovers have extracted for themselves?

"I have, Aidan, and I still do. I've given her anything, everything she's wanted. I've watched, from our own bedroom, at my workplace, and in ways I can't possibly reveal, as other men have used her body. I've surrendered part of our marriage, the sight of her naked body, the touch of her belly and breasts, and sex itself, when that was demanded of me. If that's what Kate wants, I can do it again. But I won't surrender all of her this time - only just enough to give her what she needs for a while. Then she's my wife again, unconditionally. I know by now that if I want to keep her, I really don't have a choice, do I?"

Aidan walks her behind the sofa, his fingers woven into her hair, ushering her forward ahead of him. He bends her over the back of it, lifting her head by the hair, arching her neck until she looks up at me. Her breasts hang freely between her arms as she supports herself on the cushion below. I look for s u b m i s s i o n in her eyes, but I find raging heat in its place. They bore into me with a searing message, that she plans to make me watch Aidan fuck her, to satisfy her like I never managed during our entire marriage.

Breigha's hand leaves my dick and she fastens a blindfold over my eyes. I feel her hand on me again, tracing a line over my shaft and head just as she had done over the stone phallus. I feel her place my hands along the sides of Kate's face.

"Your wife has a beautiful cunt, Bill," Aidan tells me. "I've lowered her little thong a bit, just midway down her thighs. I have to admit, I wasn't as observant the last time. All that excitement and passion - I'm sure you understand. She's so swollen and red there, her cuntlips reaching out to be touched and fucked. They glisten, Bill, with a constant offering of her greedy little cunt. She has such a perfect, round little ass. And the open space just below where her thighs don't quite meet? Well, it's occupied now, Bill. It nestles my cock so invitingly when she clenches her thighs together like this. Oh my, yes, Kate, I do love that. But your pretty little pussy needs a cock too, doesn't it?"

I feel her squirm, then back away from me, into him. She wants more of him, all of him.

"Yesss, Aidan, it does - I do!" she hisses.

Kate's quiet again for a while, until I hear her moan, just once. It's long and guttural, and she isn't careful to hide it. I can feel the growling vibrations rise from her throat, over her face beneath my hands. It goes on and on.

"I'm inside your wife now, Bill; buried to the hilt in the love of your life. But only Kate and I know which hole I've chosen. I'll give you one guess. Don't let him know yet, Kate. If he guesses right, unleash a second moan, one that a husband might hear when his wife's impaled in a way that makes her so very grateful."

He's so huge, I can't imagine he's in her ass; not without some clue from her about how painful it must be. He entered her so quickly, so easily; so it's an easy guess.

"You're in her pussy, Aidan," I tell him. "She's told me before - I know how you fill her."

The only sound in the room is Kate's heavy breathing. I can tell she's fastened herself tightly against him, but she's very still. He's not fucking her, but she's gasping as though he is. Minutes pass. The room sits in silence. I move my hands over her face, then her throat. It's soft and warm, and I feel the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. "Kate...," I whisper. "Kate?"

"There's a good reason why she won't answer you, Bill," Breigha says, finally. "Where is the moan Aidan promised you if you guess correctly? Oh, I'm sure Kate wants to moan, but not to answer you. The obvious answer is that my husband's cock is in your lovely Kate's ass, Bill. Yes, I know; he's very large, isn't he? But he's had her there before. How else would he know she loves it so? It seems your wife still has a few secrets. You had no idea, Bill? That she loves being fucked in the ass? I'm guessing it's something she still won't allow you. Do you have any idea why, Bill?"

Breigha clutches my dick harder for a moment, just to get my attention. She squeezes it in a steady rhythm. She's so strong I think she might crush it.

"She - just said - she didn't - like it when we tried," I managed to answer. "Maybe too painful? I - never tried again."

"What a good husband you are, Bill," she answers. "So kind, so thoughtful, so careful, - maybe even afraid to use Kate's body the way she wants it to be used? But that's for her other men, isn't it? Men who do things to her that you can't, in ways you can't. Men like my husband. But you still love to watch them, don't you Bill? Watch them seduce your wife and fuck her beautiful body like the men of her dreams?"

"H-how? How do you know that?" I'm incredulous that Breigha used Kate's very words - "men of her dreams".

"Aidan tells me everything, Billy. Kate was very open, willing to confess every fantasy once his cock was in her. She isn't like that with you, Bill? Nearly delirious with the satisfaction she gets from a man's cock? She told him such filthy things. Begged for them, in fact. And Billy, anal sex was one of the more modest ones."

Kate's body lunges forward. I hear her cry out - "Oh my fucking God! Oh fuck, fuck fuck..." Aidan's fucking her, and she's moaning shamelessly with each stroke. Breigha guides my dick to Kate's lips and works the tip into her mouth. She begins to suck me as Aidan pummels her from behind. Her body shakes with each b r u t a l thrust. Kate's moans bathe me in long vibrations that begin in her throat and end at the tip of my dick. I try to go deeper, but Breigha's hand circles the shaft, preventing further penetration. Kate's tongue stabs at me, probing the sensitive flesh, the tip f o r c i n g its way into the slit at the center. It's almost unbearable. She's working her tongue deeper into the entrance of my dick; the result is electric, both pleasurable one second and painful the next.

"You're exactly what we long for in a couple," Breigha purrs, as Aidan's thrusts shudder through us. "You'll find so much pleasure here in our hands. We'll take you places you've never been, show you things you've never seen, and we will watch your hunger for depravity grow with such delight. Even now, your bodies cry out for it. You'll find giving yourselves to us is the answer to every desire you've ever imagined."

Kate sucks me mindlessly. I question whether she even knows who I am as Aidan plunges over and over into her ass. When Breigha rips off the blindfold, Kate never looks up at me. I glance over her back and see Aidan's hands on her hips. The base of his cock comes into view with the withdrawal of each long stroke; it's immense, so thick I can't imagine how Kate is taking all of him there.

Just when I'm a few seconds from cumming, Breigha pulls me from Kate's mouth and shoves the long, pointed nail of her finger into the opening of my dick. It sets me on fire, and chases away my orgasm in an instant. Her remaining hand is on my balls, squeezing, harder and harder, until she hears me moan and beg her to stop.

My plea for release sends Kate over the edge, and she bucks against Aidan frantically as though she's lost her mind. I watch her thrash and cry out, still impaled on Aidan's monstrous cock, her own hand now working furiously between her legs. My orgasm never even beckons; it's lost in Breigha's hands. The frustration as I watch Kate cum on Aidan's cock makes me feel small and impotent.

Aidan leads her away before she can recover completely, through the long hallway where we first entered. She's still shaken, half supported by Aidan's arm around her waist. I can see the soft flesh of her thighs twitch and tremble as his semen leaks from her, falling in long strings from between her legs. There's so much of it - little puddles on the carpet by the door where they disappear.

"So, he wants her all night?" I ask Breigha. "Should I stay? Leave?" The last thing I want is to leave her there with him, with them. In spite of Breigha's claim that they value us as a couple, I still don't trust her. How might her influence affect Kate's attitude toward me? Breigha is an intoxicating woman, but there's an undercurrent of insidious control that lives just b

She releases my dick and smiles warmly. "My dear, sweet man, we're far from finished here. You still have a part to play with us, one Kate will be grateful for. You're an exceptional couple, and we're so pleased to have found you. We've promised to take you places you're never been, and we won't disappoint you. We look forward to a long, satisfying relationship with you and Kate; this night is just the beginning. It's our way of getting to know you better, and a kind of initiation to what we can offer."

"So, this is a test?" I ask. "To see whether we'll play these kinds of sex games?"

"Oh no, Billy. It isn't a game at all. It's very real. This is who we are. Our relationship with a couple isn't to be taken lightly. It doesn't begin and end after an evening like tonight. But before that relationship is a trusted one, we need to know who you and Kate are. Aidan learned enough from Kate to consider inviting you here, and I anxiously agreed. Without knowing a lot about your past, I know that you willingly give her to other men and that you enjoy it. I know you disappoint her in bed, and that she's become a bit of a "size queen" because of it. You love her, crave her, and worship her. But you feel you don't quite deserve a woman like her. She rarely cums with you, Bill - did you know that? Aidan knows - she wasn't shy about telling him. Having a wife you love but can't satisfy, and one who loves you as well but needs well-endowed men to cum, has only one solution. You eroticize the surrender of her body to big-cocked men, and she shamelessly "performs' while you watch and masturbate, gratefully giving you your reward. Now, am I wrong about any of it? Tell, me, Billy. It's not a confession - it's an offer of trust between friends."

I'm shocked at how well she knows us, even while unaware of our past with Charles. But what is it that attracts them to us? Are we merely interesting playthings, or are we a piece of the puzzle that completes them? They're a beautiful, rich couple. They could have anything, anyone. Why us?

"It's not that you're wrong, Breigha," I tell her. "It's that I can't imagine how you know us this well. It's not like we advertise the details of our sex life. In fact, because of our past issues, we're very careful to keep that private."

"Kate doesn't have to 'advertise', Billy. She's a walking invitation to men who recognize a needy wife in such a delicious package. You really don't see it yourself? No matter where she is, what she does, how she dresses? That she'd give anything - absolutely anything - for a memorable fuck? And you, there beside her, so out of her league, so ready to forfeit her to a hung stranger who simply offers her his cock? It's so easy for them to see that you don't own her, Billy - that you're a 'beta' male, a husband who never satisfies her, and might never be able to keep your woman. You really don't believe they take one look at her and think, 'Now there's a hungry little wife who needs a real cock?'"

"I know men want her," I admit. "It became especially obvious after her addiction to the gym, and soon after that, how they stared at her new breasts. But is it really me who lets them know? I actually broadcast that she needs more than I can give her? But, I never met Aidan before they spent the night together. It wasn't me who let him know she'd fuck him."

"You're right, of course - this time," Breigha assured me. "This time Kate was so easily seduced that Aidan knew her wedding ring wasn't much more than just another piece of jewelry. She fell for him immediately, as most women do - as I did. But it wasn't long before Kate told him everything, as though she was proud that she fucked so many other men and that you got off watching - oh, and loved hearing her little stories about them after they had her. Now that we've met you, it all falls into place. But don't be embarrassed. Your part is as important as Kate's. Without you, Kate would be just another horny wife. With you as her bookend, you're much more interesting as a couple. It's her needs, your angst, her satisfaction, your ********** and sacrifice, that make your pairing so provocative."

As Breigha continues, Aidan leads Kate back into the room. They're both naked, both rosey and damp from what appears to be a hot shower together. Kate's hair is wet, slicked back behind her ears. Her makeup has been washed away; she seems more innocent and vulnerable than ever standing by his side. Her body glistens with tiny droplets that cover her pretty face, breasts, and belly. There's no evidence that they've tried to towel themselves dry. I glance down at Aidan's cock. God - it hangs like a thick, sturdy rope between his legs even when utterly flaccid. I see a droplet cling to the bulbous tip, then fall to the carpet. It's a slow fall, stringy. It's pre-cum. Jesus - he's ready to fuck her again.

Their appearance, naked together, holding hands before me reeks of a kind of intimacy I'm not accustomed to between Kate and her men. She's intertwined her arm with his, and the look of pure bliss on her face lights an ember of jealousy in my gut. It's a primal image before me, a naked Adam and Eve, washed by a cleansing rain after an instinct-driven, ravenous fuck. And yet, why does it excite me when I imagine his intimidating cock buried to the hilt in my sweet Kate?

I watch Kate and Aidan recover on the sofa. She's slumped against him, dreamy-eyed and smiling as she traces lines over his deflated cock with the tips of her fingers. Breigha has me stand before them. I'm naked and still hard, embarrassed that my erection is smaller than Aidan's flaccid cock. Kate looks up at it, then back at the monstrous snake between his legs again and again, as though she's comparing us. Breigha wraps her fist around my dick again; her grip is like a velvet vise.

"You'll learn to appreciate your husband's sacrifices while in my hands, Kate," Breigha begins. "Having him watch a man who's more equipped to satisfy you is merely the beginning. His ultimate sacrifice is bowing to his Queen, relinquishing ownership of those tender bits between his legs to you to use as you see fit. But he has a few lessons to endure first. You are willing, aren't you, Billy? To give your sweet Kate all that she deserves?"

Kate's smiling at me, still fingering Aidan's cock. It's growing again, but not yet its full size. My God, it's thick. She's beautiful there, adorable, pleased with herself, so happy with his cock in her hand. How can I deprive her of the one thing I can't give her?

"I'm willing, Breigha," I answer. "What should I do?"

"You do nothing, Billy," she tells me. There's something commanding in her voice, something more assertive than the talk she's used to make us feel at home here. She's squeezing and releasing my dick in a slow, maddening cadence. At first, her fist is almost painful, then it's gone, abandoning me, leaving me gasping for another touch - over and over - I'll do anything for relief. Kate's watching me; she seems amused seeing me under Breigha's control. Aidan's cock hardens in her hand, and she now holds the formidable shaft as though she owns it.

Breigha leads me closer to Kate - leads me by my dick. I'm standing between Kate's spread knees, the end of my dick a foot from the pretty face I know so well.

"This is yours now, Kate," Breigha tells her. "This - and these." Breigha cups my balls in her other hand and pulls them forward. She clenches her fingers just once, just enough to make me grunt after the fleeting spike of pain.

"Aidan has told me a bit about your past, how you had Billy boy locked in a cage for what must have seemed like an eternity to him. We don't know much more than that, but to us, it's a crude way to truly own his genitals. Of course, we all know some men think with their dicks. They're a slave to them when left to their own whims and fantasies. You know it's true - they just can't help it. But real control comes from training, conditioning - severing that connection between their dicks and their brains, then reconnecting it to please us. It's about obeying their Queen, Kate. And Aidan tells me you'd make an extraordinary Queen."

"It's hard for me to imagine," Kate tells her. "I could do all that without a cage? I could control his sex completely? And it's something I could learn? That you can teach me?"

"Your first lesson begins now, Kate, if you're ready."

Kate looks up at me from the sofa. Her hand never leaves Aidan's cock. It's grown to full size again, a thick post of flesh that more than fills her hand as she strokes him. Kate's voice brightens at the suggestion of owning my dick and balls, controlling my erections and orgasms without the cumbersome cage. I assume it's Breigha's plan to win her over, promising Kate the ultimate manipulation of our sex life with Kate's needs as the final priority. She's suddenly a little d r u n k with the power that would accompany it, but would Kate really use it? And could Breigha's promise be one that's even likely to work?

"So, you're willing, Billy?" Kate asks adoringly. "To try something new? The cage seemed so cruel, but it did belong in your fantasies, right? Those where other men fuck me and you're helpless to stop them. Those Alpha males I tell you about? The ones in my dreams?"

"You don't need his permission, Kate," Breigha insists. "This is entirely your decision to make. It's the very first part of your training and the foundation of his compliance. My question to you still stands - are you ready?"

"I want this, Billy," Kate says to me. "You won't have to wear that cage. And we can still have sex. I'll just have more control, more say about when and where. It - just feels right, even exciting. So yes, Breigha, I'm ready."

Breigha gives Aidan a nod, and he lifts Kate onto his lap. She's straddling him, facing me, her legs spread wide over his thighs. She collapses back comfortably against his bare chest. His cock stands rigid and pulsing as its astonishing length rises between her thighs and rests against her soft belly. His size is astonishing, terrifying. I see how far it can penetrate her. How could Kate possibly take all of it inside her?

"Your husband has doubts, Kate," Aidan says to her. "About whether you've actually taken all of me inside you when we fucked; about whether you possibly could. It's not uncommon for a wife's husband the first time he sees my cock. It's just too shameful, too horrific to believe. And then, well, then they're wrong. Make him a believer, Kate. Put it inside you. All of it."

She raises her body up, hovers over his cock, guides the tip to her drenched pussy, then sinks down slowly until the entire length disappears inside her. I see the base of his cock expand and throb as she settles back on his lap. She places both hands on her belly and caresses it lovingly, staring down at it in wonder. Her smile widens; she's so full, so proud, so taken in by what has been only a dream at our new house in the desert. When Aidan reaches around her and strokes her enflamed clit with a single fingertip, she lets her head fall back on his shoulder and moans.

I'm lost in the scene before me - stunned by her beauty, aroused by Aidan's miraculous penetration of my wife, and shaken by how easily she's been taken from me. Her body seems to melt into his. Her moan begs for something, everything I can't give her. I've nothing left to hide, no defense against the shame of surrendering her body to those she's craved in the past - and there have been so many. The three of them watch me shudder with both excitement and defeat. They see that I'm hard while my wife's pussy grasps and sucks at another man's cock, and that she's likely abandoned me as a lover. My sweet Kate. His ravenous slut.

Breigha retrieves a small transparent globe, no bigger than a golf ball, from the nearby table. It flashes a repeating blue light when she holds it up to my eyes. "You have a beautiful, loving wife, don't you, Billy?" she purrs. "Look at her - so satisfied, so grateful for what you've given her tonight. It pleases you to watch her perfect body squirm on a worthy cock. Such a luxury for her - for you both."

The soothing quality of Breigha's voice seems to envelop me in a warm, comforting blanket of acceptance. Kate is so beautiful there with his cock in her. She beams at me, her face so angelic, so loving, so grateful.

"Now, close your eyes. Remember her pleasure tonight, Billy. It's so rewarding, isn't it? Just relax and let the memory unfold inside you. Making your wife so happy. Bestowing a gift your penis can never give her. Her luxurious ecstasy with her Dream Man. You're floating now, drifting above her, still taking in her perfect body as she welcomes all of him inside her. It's so big, so thick, so filling, so what Kate needs. You're hard, Billy, so hard. You're still floating, warm and weightless in the air above her. Your penis hangs beneath you. It's hard, but so meager, so like a small boy's compared to his."

With my eyes now closed, I imagine an i n f a n t ' s penis sprouting between my legs. Why would Kate be aroused by such a thing? She might love it as a necessary part of me that shows I want her when it's hard, but craving it for the kind of sex she needs would be the last thing on her mind.

"But you don't have to worry anymore, Billy," Breigha continues. "About satisfying her, about trying so hard to see that she cums when you fuck. Others do that for you, Billy. You merely have to worship her - your Queen. The time you've spent with us tonight has made you love her even more. Now you're so relaxed, a little s l e e p y, drifting away to your special place where you'll agree to do just as I say.

"You do feel it, don't you, Billy?" Breigha's voice is a faraway whisper, echoing through me. "In your bones, that she deserves this? She's on fire, Billy. Her clit is never like this when you fuck her - rising from her drenched pussy like a swollen, glistening finger, desperate for the kind of relief a man like Aidan can give her."

It's as though I'm outside the room, looking in on the three of them. My angst dissolves into the fog around me. Everything is as it should be. Kate belongs to him - her body, her heart, and her mind.

"She's your 'Queen', Billy. It's your duty to sacrifice anything and everything for her body's relentless thirst for the men you envy. QUEEN, Billy. Any time, every time, you hear Kate use that word, you'll get hard, Billy. Instantly. Now, say it, Billy, so I know you understand."

The words spill from me instantly, effortlessly. "My Queen".

"Your penis belongs to Kate now, to command, to use as she wishes," Breigha commands. "And when she's done with it she'll tell you so, and you'll be helplessly impotent until she needs to bring your little thing to life again. It will be a pleasure, a relief to obey her. Everything between your legs is hers now, not yours. And you'll surrender it willingly. You exist to serve your Queen.

"When you wake, you'll feel refreshed and relaxed. You'll be filled with love for Kate, and eager to see her satisfied. You'll remember nothing of my talk with you, only that watching Aidan's cock in your wife tonight, giving her body to him unconditionally, is what fulfills you. It's why you've come to us. And it's why you'll return."

Wow! This is just getting so deep! One only hopes that Breigha and Aidan are as committed to the happiness of all four as they have been telling Billy. Truly great writing here. Can't wait for more.

Thanks, Mr Fire. There's a lot we have to learn about Breigha and Aidan, and about their motives and agenda for the newly-rescued couple. After their past with Charles, Kate and Billy should be wary - but like moths to a flame...

Chapter 3 is complete and in final editing.

Don

They should be wary indeed, Don. You are very welcome. I'll keep my fingers crossed for them both. I cannot wait to learn more.

The Game
by Don Jetman

Sequel to "The Key"



Chapter 3


Suddenly, I'm in the room with them again, disoriented, but keenly aware of Kate's puzzled stare at me. She's still impaled on Aidan's cock; it's become a living, throbbing part of her while it's in her belly. Her legs are splayed over Aidan's lap, her pussy drenched and stretched as it's displayed for me. Breigha's words bring my attention to Kate's clit; it's a turgid finger of flesh, rising from between her fluted labia, begging to be touched. I had never seen the tiny head appear from under the delicate hood laid over her urgently swollen clit. So cherry-red, so like the miniature glans of an erect penis just before orgasm. This, is what she gave other men.

I've watched other men fuck Kate before. I've seen her in so many states of excitement, of s u b m i s s i o n. But this scene's so intimate. It's a man she's chosen; a cock that fills her all the way to its wide, pulsing root. There's no intimidation, no threat of retaliation, only Kate and the man of her dreams locked together in an embrace that enflames her desire for him. She shivers when he kisses her neck. Was their time together above Kate's shop more like making love than fucking? One by one, how many layers of Kate's private fantasies were peeled away and presented to Aidan as grateful gifts by my exquisitely naked wife? She's shamelessly confided in him with such private thoughts; she let him see through her to her sweltering core. For some reason, it excites me that she gives everything she's ever been to him while they're together. But there's a nagging threat beneath it, that I'm even less a man of her dreams, and that she may find that wearisome in time. I try not to let my darker fears show, but they do.

"It's okay, Billy," Kate assures me. "Look how he fills me, Billy, how I'm so wet for him. I need this - to play our part as "meat on their platter". We both want it - you know we do."

"You don't have to answer, Billy," Breigha says after the room falls into silence. "We can see you want this too - you can't hide it." She's squeezing and tugging on my erection again and it feels as though it might burst in her hand. "Your husband has already given you to us, Kate. Why else would he be so hard? What remains is his willing, shameless sacrifice to his Queen. That begins here, now."

Queen. Each time I hear it my angst folds in on itself and collapses. It's replaced by an irresistible urge to obey, to hear Kate moan with a worthy cock inside her, to see her delicious body writhe and convulse when she cums with the man of her dreams.

Breigha releases me and moves to an ornate, marble table half-hidden in shadow nearby. It's filled with crystal decanters, decorative porcelain jars, and tiny silver vials. She opens one of the jars and dips a finger into it, then pumps a thick stream of white from another container into her palm. I watch her rub her palms together as she approaches me, mixing the liquids into a thick lather between them.

"Be still for a while, if you can, Kate, and simply concentrate on the fullness inside you, how it feels as though it's a living part of you," Breigha says as she smooths the jelly-like substance over my dick with both hands. "Watch carefully, if you want to own your husband's genitals, and control his ability to use them. I have much to teach you."

The substance is warm and soothing, a luxurious slick layer that blankets the shaft and head as Breigha's hands go to work on me. She pumps me slowly, taking time to give the head a brief whirl with the tips of her fingers. After a minute I'm thrusting forward with my hips, mindlessly fucking the air. Breigha stops to watch.

"You must learn control, Billy," Breigha tells me. I'm shaking, my erection bobbing freely and urgently as she watches my frustration with dispassionate interest. "Now, would you like me to continue?"

"Yesss - please," I beg. There's no embarrassment, no hesitation, only Breigha's inescapable, seductive voice in my head.

"Oh, Billy, to make me understand, you need to use complete sentences. It's not so difficult, is it? Just tell me what you want me to do, and say it so we all can hear you."

"I - I want you to continue. Please?" I beg.

"Continue to do what, Billy? We'd all like to know."

"Please keep stroking me, so I can cum?"

"Ahh - that. But do you think Kate wants me to make you cum, Billy?"

We look at Kate, and she shakes her head, refusing, just as Aidan licks her neck again in a long, slow path that ends along the side of her face. Her eyes close, and she moans, "Oh God, Aidan - I love that..."

Breigha's hands are on me again, milking me with firmer, faster strokes. Her hands glide over my dick as the frothy lotion oozes from between her fingers. The lube is warmer now, but I'm losing the beckoning urgency to cum in her hands.

Kate's eyes flutter; she's watching Breigha stroke me as Aidan delivers wet kisses over her neck and shoulders. I can see the indecision on her face change to amused interest.

"I know it's not fair," Kate says. "He lets me have sex with all these other men, and that excites him. He's my husband, and I do love him, so much. And that means he's supposed to be mine, and only mine. I'm just too possessive. I couldn't get over seeing or even knowing about him fucking other women."

"I'm not having sex with your man, girl! Have you seen him orgasm, or even a trace of semen?" Breigha insists as she instantly releases me. "This is for you. To help you learn how to own what's between his legs. Do you want to be his Queen? Or do you want to go back to your ordinary little lives? To be his ordinary little wife? To be so quietly patient and kind to him while he puts his ordinary little thing in you? All while you crave to be fucked by the kind of man you deserve? You do deserve better. The strong hands of a different kind of man on you. The deeply satisfying orgasms that only a man and a cock like Aidan's can give you."

Kate hesitates, her eyes still locked on my abandoned erection as it juts helplessly in the air between us. As Breigha says "Queen", I'm so relentlessly hard that I feel like my dick might explode with each beat of my pulse. Kate lowers her hand between her legs and circles the base of Aidan's cock with her fingers, trying to measure its girth. All but an inch of his monstrous cock is still buried inside her. She clenches the throbbing base as she continues to stare at me; it's so thick she can't close her hand around it. I'm sure she's comparing us. I'm harder than I've ever been, but my girth and length fail to even approach Aidan's astonishing size. Now something new in me knows she deserves it, deserves him. Not me. He's more worthy of her. Kate is truly a Queen. Every man's Queen.

"Let's keep her on task, Aidan," Breigha reminds him. "You can play with her later, darling. But she must learn how this begins. You do want this, don't you, Kate? To continue your education? To become his Queen?"

"I do," Kate says, suddenly. "I deserve better sex - lots of it. I tried - I really did when we moved here. I think about it, dream about it, even though Billy and I are having sex again. And the sex isn't bad - it's just not what I, um, need sometimes. He was fine with me fucking the kinds of men I needed in the past, so why shouldn't I have that again? So yes, I do deserve it."

"We can see that you get what you need, Kate," Breigha assures her. "And also what Billy needs..." She places a fingertip on the head of my dick, pushes it downward until it resists, then releases it as she watches it spring upward again, bobbing just once before returning to its meager but urgent upward curve. The sight of it makes me shudder - I'm sure that in Kate's eyes, it's so inadequate, so powerless compared to his.

"Feeling a bit numb, Billy?" Breigha asks me. "Need to cum, but just can't seem to make it over the edge? Well, I think that's very thoughtful of you, considering Kate's concerns. It's also the intended effect of my special lotion. I can keep you hard as long as I want, and I do enjoy seeing you squirm as you watch Aidan's cock stuffed inside your pretty wife. But cum? I promise you, he won't, Kate. At least not until the numbing agent wears off."

"But, he's so hard! I think he's bigger and harder than I've ever seen him!" Kate tells her. She looks amazed, and I see a trace of a surprised grin.

"And he'll stay this way, Kate, until my secret ingredient wears off. Imagine, as his Queen, that you can have him this hard whenever you want, as long as you want. You can play with it, tease him mercilessly, and even use it to get off if it's the only thing available, all while knowing he won't cum after you apply it. Cages are such crude appliances. They're inconvenient, and so uncomfortable for the poor boy. There are better ways to own his genitals, Kate, to make and keep them your own. This isn't the only one, but it's the first step."

Kate still doesn't look convinced, and frowns a little. "But he looks like he could cum any second," she muses. "Are you sure it works? It looks like you just made him even more excited."

They talk about me like I'm not even in the room. I hear their words, but they have no effect on me, as though I'm a random visitor who happens to overhear their conversation. Even though their words have little meaning, my dick hardens painfully, and my heart swells with love for Kate. Beautiful Kate. Sexy Kate. My Queen.

Breigha continues, her claims and promises more convincing by the minute. Each time the exposed swollen base of Aidan's cock pulses and throbs, Kate inhales deeply and her eyes widen. I see the pleasure it brings her erase all her past concerns.

Briegha grips my dick with all her strength and glides her fist up and down along the shaft, stroking me faster and faster. The power of her grip keeps me hard, but the sensation that had me nearly cumming is gone. I thrust my hips forward for relief, but Breigha just smiles at Kate as I struggle frantically to cum. It goes on and on, until I accept that I no longer have a living dick, simply a deadened post that's a likeness of one. I stop thrusting and sigh. Kate looks relieved at first, then happily satisfied.

I run my eyes over Kate's deliciously naked body. She's on his lap, facing me, straddling his muscular thighs with his huge cock still buried in her belly. Something in my head twists and shifts. Suddenly I owe Kate this, without regard for my own deprivation. Her body is perfection there in his lap, his cock the perfect instrument for making her whole, a complete woman. I stare between her legs where he's entered her. Moments pass when I want his thick meat to please her, to make her moan, cry out, and even swoon with the unbridled ecstasy it brings her. I have flashes of his semen erupting in spasming jets inside her, flooding her with his vigorous sperm. Has she taken her pill today? Or maybe she's left some small chance that Aidan's sperm might succeed where mine have failed. My God, she's so exposed, so beautiful, so potentially fertile as she welcomes his semen inside her belly. I shiver with both excitement and dread at the thought. After all, she is his as I watch. Every inch of her - inside and out.

"Ahhh, there you go," Breigha says as she finally releases me. "This is a beginning for you as well, Billy. It's your gift to Kate, your willing sacrifice. You must learn to forgo your own pleasure, Billy, to discard it completely so Kate's needs are your only priority. You can do that by showing her how hard you stay while she cums on Aidan's cock. Don't you think she'd love that?"

"I know she would, Breigha," I answer. Unexpected joy wells up in me. Kate, with Aidan's huge cock in her - the way it should be.

"So, you'll give up your cock tonight for her? You'll show your Queen that you want Aidan to give her what she so rightly deserves?"

"I will - I want that, Breigha." A strange urge to "serve" wells up in me. To surrender anything Kate or Breigha asks of me. Obsession and desire overwhelm me. To serve my Queen.

"Yes, I knew you would, Billy. Now, come closer, and we'll give Kate everything she's been waiting so patiently for."

Breigha takes me by my dick again and walks me between Aidan's legs. I'm so close to Kate that the tip of my dick touches her belly and deposits a tiny drop of precum there. I don't feel a thing, but Kate looks up at me, her adoring smile penetrates me, and she releases a breathless whisper.

"Oh, Billy. Oh God, Billy. You do really want this too..."

"It's time, Kate," Breigha tells her. "Your husband wants to see Aidan fuck you. It's time to show Billy how you cum for Aidan. He's desperate to watch you, Kate. So desperate and hard. You don't want to disappoint him."

Kate reaches out to me. I move closer and she closes her arms around me as Aidan begins to thrust into her. Suddenly, her open mouth is on mine, attacking me with her tongue like a hungry a n i m a l. Aidan's pounding sends shudders through us as we kiss. One of her hands leaves me and trails between us until she finds my erection. She grasps it, then bends it lower until the head meets her rubbery clit. There's barely any sensation, but I can feel her using me, rubbing my cockhead frantically over her clit in little circles. She shivers and moans then, and I know she's close. I think about how huge he is each time his erection touches and slides over mine - even with so little sensation, its bulk dwarfs my own. I know how Kate must feel to be filled by him, just as she was with Vicente, and Charles, and Nickolas. I thrust forward against her, but there's no sensation to be had, only her desperate moans into my mouth.

When she cums, she convulses and shrieks, her head thrown back on Aidan's shoulder as she works the head of my dick feverishly over her clit. My hand finds Kate's, and I feel the rhythmic, sustained spasms of Aidan's cock as he empties himself into her. Kate's whimpering as her orgasm fades, but his cock is still pumping uncontrollably. I shudder when I imagine how he must be flooding her, how her body is at the mercy of his unrelenting, potent sperm.

Kate pulls me closer after he finishes. She's holding me so tightly, desperately, her halting words too faint to make out. As I listen, I begin to decipher them as she whispers in my ear.

"So good... he's so good, Billy...so - fucking - good..."

I feel Breigha's hand cup my balls as she pulls me away from Kate, clutching me just tightly enough to send a mild ache up through my groin. She tows me backward until I'm watching Kate recover a few feet away. Kate's slumped back against Aidan's body with her eyes closed. His cock's still in her, and she expells a brief, frothy surge of his semen each time she takes a breath. I wait for his cock to shrink, to deflate to its former formidable size, but it never does. Instead, it begins to move in and out of her again, slowly, just a fraction of an inch at a time.

Kate's eyes open. She looks down at where he's fucking her again, then lies back against him, smiling. Stretching her arms back over her head, she locks her hands around the back of his neck. I crave her body as I watch - the perfect breasts as they swell upward, her belly stretched so thin and flat, sinking and rising with each deep breath. Her hungry, glistening pussy is saturated with Aidan's semen as it pours from her. He's made her body his in such a short time; he's used her as "meat". His very willing meat.

"She loves you for this, Billy," Breigha tells me as I watch, "a bit more each time you give her this kind of joy. Imagine how it must be for her, married to a man, loving a man who can never give her what Aidan can. You're a very special man though, Billy. You, here, with your very hard dick in my hand as you watch Aidan fuck your wife until she's nearly u n c o n s c i o u s with unrivaled joy. You know how delicious she is to men, don't you, Billy? And how desperately she needs what they give her. She excites you; you welcome her emancipation. How many times have you come while you've watched men fuck her? How many?"

I can't take my eyes off the pulsing root of Aidan's cock. He's no longer stroking Kate, but the regular throbbing, the way it expands and contracts, makes Kate moan and shiver quietly on his lap. Her eyes are closed, and she's smiling as though a continuous, comforting orgasm sweeps through her. He's been inside her for so long, and I can tell she now accommodates his immense size easily, as though it belongs there. I imagine they're a single being, floating on an infinite wave of pleasure.

"I - I don't know, Breigha," I answer. "I don't remember - there were so many times I saw her..."

"Keep watching your wife, Billy. Now, tell us their names - the names of the men who fucked Kate in ways you wish you could. The men who made her cum like you wish she would with you. Go on - it's important that you release their names here, into the room with us. Confess your wife's past, Billy. Think of each one of them as you say his name, how they used Kate's body as though she wasn't your wife at all."

Their faces come back to me instantly, contorted and groaning while they emptied themselves into my wife. And beneath them, the muffled moans and cries of Kate's orgasms.

"Charles, my boss," I begin, as if I was somehow compelled to tell her. "Then Eric, our neighbor's ***. My coworkers, in the men's room at work. Vicente, while she stayed with him abroad. Nickolas, our client at work. And so many of Charles's business partners and friends. And - oh God - Juliet..."

"Oh my, another woman. That must have been exciting for you, and for Kate."

"It wasn't!" I told her. "She f o r c e d herself on us, both of us. It was a condition of my employment - that's all I can tell you. She's a monster."

"But I think you liked it at least a little, no? She must have appealed to a hint of submissiveness in both of you, even if it wasn't exactly consensual. I'll bet you both even came for her eventually, didn't you?"

My time with Juliet was guilt-ridden and terrifying, but reimagining Kate with her there, crawling on her hands and knees like her pet, lapping at her soaking pussy, then cumming like Juliet's whore - it was too horrifying to try to explain.

"I won't talk about it, Breigha. It's personal, and hurtful, and far in the distant past. I, just won't."

"Fair enough," Breigha says, in a soothing apology. "We aren't here to do harm, Billy. It's forgotten. Let's watch Kate for a while, shall we? You enjoy that, don't you? She has such a beautiful body. Such flawless skin, and firm breasts and belly. I can see why she's such an object of your desire; she must be the same for so many others. Aidan's so into her, in more than one way. They're so well-matched for fucking, aren't they?"

Aidan seems to be infinitely hard. He's so thick, almost menacing in the way he stretches Kate beyond what I thought possible. Yet, she's languishing peacefully in its presence, as though they were made for each other. I see her fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck, her arms still extended back over her shoulders as she caresses his face. She smiles a little wider as he plays with her nipples, then swivels her hips into him for more cock. I should be nervous or angry at the display of intimacy between them, but instead, I feel only excitement and a hint of envy.

"Oh, Billy - don't worry. I know how it must look, but Aidan is my husband. He's a good man. He'd never take Kate from you. And if she loves you as deeply as she claims, she'd never want that. But we can give you both what you need here, if you'll let us - if you'll trust us. We hope you'll do that - we really do. You're valuable to us as you are, as a couple. We'd never purposefully put your marriage in danger."

There is something in Breigha's voice that soothes me. I inhale the sound of it as its unseen vapors find me and wash over me. I seem to be a ghost now, fully present and conscious of those around me, yet helpless to affect their actions. I try to wake myself, but it isn't a dream. It is warm, safe, and comfortable under Breigha's wing. Beautiful, tall, mesmerizing, Breigha.

Kate's now writhing and mewing on Aidan's lap again, lost in the sensation of his cock's presence deep inside her. She opens her eyes and smiles at me as Breigha's promises of trust and fidelity reach her.

"I do love you Billy," Kate assures me. "But this - this is wonderful! Just having him inside me, being filled like this while you watch, knowing you let me have this. But you haven't cum yet, have you? And it's all for me. Getting so hard, giving up your orgasm just to please me? Showing everyone you want Aidan to have me tonight?"

"It's only a small part of what we can show you, girl," Breigha interrupts. "It's a special skill, one I can teach you. But you have to clear your head of these silly notions that I want to have sex with your man. Leading him blindly along a path we create to our chosen destination, isn't sex - it's psychology and mechanics. As you can see, he's already primed from watching Aidan fuck you. My numbing potion is likely wearing off by now, so he's almost there. I'll bring him closer so you can see."

Breigha grasps my erection and walks me toward the sofa where Aidan and Kate remain locked together on his cock. She stops me between Aidan's knees, two feet from Kate's smiling face. As Breigha pumps me, a thin, viscous string of my precum falls slowly, landing on Kate's bare thigh. Kate watches it with wonder in her eyes.

"It can be frustrating for him, keeping him in this state," Briegh continues. "But as you edge him on and on, you earn more and more of his adoration and compliance. It's his mounting certainty of gratification, you see, that keeps him compliant. You can choose to have seconds become minutes, hours, or however long you decide to make him wait. In the proper hands, and with time, he'll learn to merely enjoy the journey. He'll exist in a fog of suspended expectation, unaware of the time you give him. It's a fine balance, but one you will learn to manage."

Breigha pumps me faster as she speaks, then stops and rakes her nails slowly over the head of my dick. The sensation's unnerving. I'm so close to cumming...

"Look for the brief fluttering of his belly, the slightest throb, here, at the base of his penis, and the first helplessly desperate thrust of his hips. He's filled with so much arrogant certainty that he'll get to cum. But you can erase that certainty in an instant, quench his expectations - just so..."

Breigha's fingers close over my balls and squeeze, suddenly and f o r c e f u l l y, just once. It's enough to send a fleeting bolt of pain through my groin and belly.

"There are many ways to distract him, Kate, but this is the most effective. Just be careful not to damage him. I'm sure you don't want to rob him of every bit of his masculinity. He's practically gifting you his genitals as it is. All that raging testosterone is what keeps him coming back for more. And you may want him to fuck you now and then as well. I'm sure you value that as part of the bond between you as husband and wife. Even after accepting his own inadequacies, he'll appreciate you letting him come in you now and then. It's the most gracious thing a wife like you can do for him. But you must always make sure it's on your terms."

Although Breigha's advice is more like instruction for training a pet than caring for a loving husband, her words are oddly comforting. Of course I should let Kate have her way with me. Beautiful, perfect Kate.

"Now, we continue..." Breigha purrs.

She begins again, pumping me faster and faster, until the urgency overwhelms me. As I slip over the edge, she releases me. The gratification, the promise, the exquisite manipulation of her talented hands - all of it is gone in an instant. Something inside me opens, allowing a single, involuntary contraction. I spew once, into Kate's lap, thrusting into the air, desperate to be enclosed by a grasping hand or warm pussy. But there is only chilly emptiness as the last of my load drips helplessly from the end of my dick. The frantic urge remains, as does a nagging emptiness. My orgasm slips away silently, never fully realized, never a reward. I stare at my erection, its erratic spasms offering no relief, only surprised disappointment and surrender. Still, somewhere in that surrender, I find unexpected satisfaction that I've given Kate what she needs so desperately by coming here.

"So, did he really cum?" Kate asks. "I mean, an orgasm? I see his semen, but not much of it, and he didn't look like he enjoyed it. Did you, sweetie?"

I can't answer her. Breigha's talents leave me deflated, an empty shell of what I had hoped to feel. Please, Kate - know that I tried to please you, my Queen.

"He's not supposed to, Kate," Breigh explains. "It empties him, both physically and emotionally. It's an offering of restraint to his Queen, for your pleasure and amusement. But more than that, it's the gift of his genitals, to let you own them, to use them as you please. You decide whether he cums, and if so, when. You play with him, manipulate his boyish penis and sensitive, vulnerable testicles as long as you like before deciding. And the ultimate reward is, he'll love you for owning them. Just like a subject loves his Queen."

Breigha's offering Kate advice like I'm not even present. She's unquestionably sure of herself, and that she can convince Kate to use my genitals any way she wishes. And why wouldn't she be convinced? It was no secret that Kate was aroused in the past by keeping me caged. I had learned to see the power and control in her eyes when she'd tell me about her time with Vicente and Nickolas. The look of satisfied amusement never left her face as she bragged about their sexual skills and capacities. She loved how my erection was trapped in my cage, contained by the bars that refused to allow it to grow to its full size as my precum flowed from the end of it.

"But it's cruel, isn't it?" Kate asks. "We've been through something like that, and I couldn't do it to him again. Our life is better now. We're happier. Sure, I've had better sex with other men, but he doesn't deserve another life of endless chastity."

"But it's not that at all, Kate," Breigha assures her. "You can fuck him as often as you like. He can cum as often as you let him. The important distinction is that you decide. He offers you his genitals, and you use them as you wish. You can control his libido, that annoying lizard brain that wants sex when you don't. Then you can gift him an orgasm when he's especially thoughtful or generous. It's not like you can't get sex, better sex, whenever you wish, from the men of your dreams. He's fine with you fucking them anyway, so what's the difference?"

"But I can't control his thoughts, or when and where he gets horny. Won't ruining his orgasms just make him hornier, then resent me for it? It seems a bit cruel, too. He's my husband, Breigha, not some kind of sex toy or pet. I'm not sure I have what it takes to do that to him."

Kate's standing beside me now. She takes my hand, and I'm warmed by her assurance that she's wary of Breigha's suggestions.

"Ahhh - that, I can help you with," Breigha promises. She fishes the small globe from her pocket and holds it so that Kate and I both look into the flashing, blue light. Our surroundings shrink into a swirling tunnel of light, one I begin to fall into easily, but then, for a short time, resist. Kate's hand goes limp in mine, then drops away. I blink, shake my head, and try to look away. Breigha's velvet voice fills the room, then settles over us. We're frozen there, paralyzed, unable to escape Breigha's magical hold over us.

"It's such a pleasure having you both in our home," she begins softly. The tone of her voice dispels any hint of disbelief. We're helpless to deflect her practiced seduction. Breigha's words arrive at our ears so deliciously enticing; then they enslave us.

"There is a feeling of belonging here - you both recognize it. The trust you bestow us is greater than any you've given anyone before. We are a part of you, and you a part of us. You're certain we would never cause harm to you or endanger your marriage. You feel only pleasure here with us, such overwhelming pleasure and satisfaction. Every shred of stress, worry, and indecision leaves you. This is a safe place, filled with trust and joy.

"Billy, I want you to s l e e p more deeply now; you can listen, but you won't remember my words to Kate when you wake. S l e e p, Billy. S l e e p."

"Kate, you're a beautiful woman, one with needs your husband can't fully comprehend. You deserve to have those needs met, Kate. You must fuck other men to satisfy those needs, but also to make Billy happy. He wants this every bit as much as you want it, even though he can never know the pleasure it gives you.

"Think of the power you wield, Kate. Ultimate sex. Your needs and decisions come first. All men want you. They'll give anything to fuck you. And you're always looking, always hungry for your next lover. The men of your dreams are all around you, Kate. Confident, strong, powerful men with extraordinary meat between their legs that you simply take and use. It's more important to you than anything - your pride, your shame, your caution, or concern. You slut for them, Kate; you show it by the way you walk, the way you speak to them, the way you flaunt your exquisite body with clothes that half-undress you. And you're so proud of it. Who you are. What you are. You're the predator - they're your prey.

"But as a sexy, beautiful woman, you deserve even more. As much as you love Billy, you wish he could satisfy your sexual needs. But you can use him in other ways, ones that sustain his needs, and still entertain you. Use your trigger, "Queen", to get him hard. Then use his penis for your entertainment or pleasure. It's always your choice. Letting him inside you is a gift, one that still may be necessary to complete a loving marriage. His temporary chastity can be an amusing game, but taken to extremes, his frustration turns to anger and desperation. So, keep him on your leash. Summon his meager erection. Will you edge him with no relief, or let him have his little spew? Make him beg for it, then decide? If allowing him his orgasm is unpredictable, it means so much more to him. Never forget, you own his genitals. He'll give them to you, gladly, if you train him to find delight in his sacrifice."

"Now, Billy, say your name for me."

Her voice echoes at first, then grows more distinct. Its seductive, commanding tone draws me to it. I allow it to enter me; then I reply.

"Bill," I whisper. "I mean, Billy." For some reason, I know 'Billy' is the name she wants from me.

"Now, Billy, we're going to play a little game now. Would you like that?"

A warm, anxious flush washes over me, as though I'm a kid on Christmas morning. "Yes, I want to play. Can Kate play too?"

"Our game is about Kate, Billy," Breigha answers softly. "She's here, listening to us play. Try your best to be in the game, Billy. It seems so real, like you're there with her."

"Imagine your pretty wife in a new dress, one you and she chose together just hours ago. Run your eyes over her bare shoulders, then lower where the curves of her breasts rise seductively at the neckline. The sheer cotton clings to the tiny waist of her waspish figure so tightly you can see her belly rise and fall each time she takes a breath. Look even lower, Billy. Has she ever worn a dress this short, this tantalizing, for you? Take a deep breath as you scan her bare, slender thighs, every silky inch of them below the flaring hem of her dress. Then look lower, the sculpted calves flexing as she moves, the delicate feet exposed in sparkling, silver sandals. She stares at you adoringly, that sweet face, those huge, inviting eyes, the wide mouth as she traces her upper lip with the tip of her tongue just once. You see it immediately, don't you? The veneer of innocence, so practiced, clever enough to hide the whore inside? You don't doubt that she loves you, Billy. You never have. You never will. But are you man enough for her when she needs a good fucking? Always that question, Billy. Always that uncertainty.

"Now imagine your pretty wife in the arms of the kind of man she hungers for. The kind of man so unlike you. You feel it in your gut, in your balls, Billy. You encourage her, to hunt and choose and fuck. It gets you hard when she sluts for them. Like Kate, you want this more than anything you've ever wanted - so many men for her, any man she chooses. She's a QUEEN, Billy. A Queen to be worshiped and obeyed. With a single glance, she commands men to go to their knees, to get hard, to do any outrageously obscene act she asks of them. And that makes you so excited, Billy - oozing sticky precum uncontrollably from your little thing. You hope beyond anything that's dear to you that the man on his knees has a cock that fills her, that makes her scream when she cums with it buried in her hungry, tight little pussy.

"She's everything to you, Billy - the love of your life, physical perfection, a woman you never imagined would choose you for her mate. You know she'll never leave you, because you've learned how to keep her. How to allow her excesses. How to champion her infidelity. She's your idol of feminine perfection, one worthy of your little thing only when she summons or allows it. Giving her to her men completes you, Billy. In fact, it sanctifies your marriage."

"Kate, Billy, listen carefully. A desperate hunger will grow in you to return to us. You'll share this hunger. This is a second home to you, a safe place where everything is shared and nothing is forbidden. You'll wait eagerly for our invitation. Every time your cell rings, there's a knock on your door, or a letter arrives in the mail, your hearts will leap in hopes that we've asked for your return. Your anticipation will occupy your thoughts and actions constantly, an endless thirst for what we can offer. And when you're with us again, obeying us is the ultimate comfort you seek. You belong to us. All else fades away in our presence.

"The only memories you'll take home with you tonight are of your surrender. You'll recall every second of it, every detail, as if it was such sweet surrender; Kate's surrender to Aidan's invading cock, and Billy's surrender of Kate's perfect body and his own selfish pleasure. These memories will spawn a craving for sex like never before. The need for sex will become an obsession for both of you. It occupies you constantly. You fuck constantly, every day and night, but your orgasms are mere ripples on a desolate shore, not the crashing crescendo of the tidal wave you seek. The need to fuck, and to cum, will drive you back to us - back to where your needs are met - back on our platter where we dine on your ceaseless craving to submit and obey. And you will obey, without a fleeting thought about the consequences."

"Now, you're about to leave us. You're content, sexually satiated beyond anything in your past. And you're grateful, so grateful to have been meat on our platter.

"Wake, Kate and Billy."

***

***


I hold the car door for Kate when we leave. Ask if she's comfortable before I turn the key. Tell her, over and over, how beautiful she looks tonight. How they must have loved having her in their home. I praise her for choosing Aidan, how I'm glad she found a man like him to fuck that first night above the shop. Our night here passes in a blur, allowing only brief segments of recall. Aidan in his bike shorts, the room where Kate examines the ancient stone penis, Breigha's amazing dinner, and a bit of small talk while I listen to Breigha's sultry, inviting voice. Then the fucking; Kate riding Aidan's immense cock. My stark acceptance of how it dwarfed mine, and in the same instant how humbly grateful I am for Kate, and that she's found so much pleasure taking all of the astonishing size of it inside her. Flashes of blue. There's something about this place that makes me want to return soon; something in my gut that's restless and unfulfilled as we leave.

"He's pretty amazing, don't you think?" Kate asks cautiously as I drive. I know she likes him, how attracted she's admitted she is to him.

"They both are," I answer. "Breigha is especially disarming. I never expected that from the wife of a guy who apparently knows he spent the night with you. It looks like they tell each other everything."

"I told you before, remember? They came to the shop together. She was there when Aidan hit on me, and she seemed to enjoy it. I just wasn't sure whether she wanted me as much as he did. Those memories of Juliet are still with me, and they're embarrassing - even painful if I think about them too long."

"Well, I don't think you have to worry after tonight. I do think she likes you, Kate, and that she admires my beautiful, sexy wife. As different as the two of you are, together you'd have a roomful of men desperate for either one of you. For the life of me, I can't imagine how they'd ever decide."

Kate grins and turns toward me as I drive. The dress inches lower as she twists. Her luscious breasts nearly escape, taunting me as the lights of each passing car make the full, round curves glow milky-white for a few seconds.

"Hmmm. Maybe we'd just let all of them have us, one at a time," she teases. "But I think they'd want Breigha more - I know you liked her boob-job. Maybe I should have let Nickolas give me bigger ones like he planned. Maybe not, though. Huge boobs would probably be too slutty on little me. Breigha has what it takes to make it work - her height, those long legs, and she has that supermodel walk."

"Don't be ridiculous, Kate," I assure her. "You're my perfect woman, my perfect wife. Besides, I suspect her flawless exterior hides some disturbing kinks. It's uncanny though, how thoroughly persuasive she can be - it's almost magical. I'm not quite sure how she does it."

Kate stares at me; I can feel her eyes boring into me as I drive. "You're 'not quite sure'? You really don't remember?"

I'm used to her teasing, so I play along. "I'm sure they're just experts at the games they play. We both saw Aidan's erection when we arrived. I knew he probably planned it. It's okay - but I thought it was a surprising way to begin our evening with them. He knows I know about you fucking him, so I assumed it was his way of teasing me. And apparently, Breigha gets some kind of kick from watching him fuck other men's wives."

"And, that's all - nothing else?" Kate asks, now revealing a slight smile.

"I have to confess, I was preoccupied with Breigha most of the night. I was surprised that she did most of the talking. I thought Aidan was the Dom in the relationship, from how you told me he behaved with you. I do remember she seemed amused at the bit of flirting between you and Aidan. And of course, I remember you riding his cock like it was a warm, throbbing copy of that monstrous thing Vicente gave you. Was there something else I missed? You're looking at me like the cat that ate the canary."

"No, nothing at all, darling." Kate put her hand on my lap and found my dick through my slacks, fingering it as though she couldn't wait to get home. When it didn't respond, she moved her hand to my chest, slipping it inside my shirt.

"Not in the mood to play?" she asks, grinning at me.

"Not in heavy traffic, Kate, and I think I need to recover a bit. Can't you wait a while till we get home?"

"Welll, Kate might," she purrs, "but your 'Queen' doesn't like to wait."

I'm hard almost instantly. Maybe it's the thought of Kate flirting with him, or something they did that I missed. She unzips me and pulls it out. Fuck, her hand feels good.

"Jesus, Kate, not in the car. I have to get gas on the way back, and my pants will be soaked. I may have to go inside to pay." Fucking hell, her hand feels amazing.

"Well, Billy boy, don't worry. Your Queen won't let you cum. Not here. Not yet. Your Queen just wants to play. And you will let me play. Think about that night in the shop, when Aidan and I were alone, fucking in our bed there. He was sooo good, Billy. You know what he is, don't you? Will you tell me? Will you say it for me?"

The words just spill out of me, as though there isn't a single thought behind them.

"He's your Dream Man. Your Dream Man with the dream-cock you've always wanted."

"You're such a good boy for your Queen, Billy. We're going to talk about his cock all the way home, but you won't cum. You'll just listen, and then you'll tell me how much you want him to fuck me again. You'll be so hard, Billy. Harder than you've ever been. But you won't cum. Your Queen demands it. And you will obey."

Very sexy and very interesting. It looks like Breigha's plan worked just as she intended. Kate didn't protest when Billy mentioned that Breigha might have some disturbing kinks. Kate and Billy are both acting a little compulsive now. I think this might take a while to get sorted out.

This is truly good writing.

Thanks for reading, and for the compliment, Mr. Fire. "Compulsive" is exactly what Breigha and Aidan expect from our couple, and they've barely scratched the surface of their talents. Chapter 4 is in the works.

Don

I'm absolutely loving this Don, your writing gets better and better with every story.
Thank you so much ❤️🙏🏼 x

Thanks, BumNote - very happy you're enjoying it, and appreciate your encouragement. Chapter 4 is almost completed, then editing a bit. Shouldn't be long...

Don

Awesome!

The Game
by Don Jetman

Sequel to "The Key"



Chapter 4


Kate takes great pleasure in teasing me with her new "super-power". I know there was some kind of magic spawned during our night with Aiden and Breigha, but my memory of part of our time with them has simply vanished, in spite of Kaye's claim that I had been h y p n o t i z e d. Even more frustrating is Kate's refusal to tell me what occurred while I was under Breigha's "spell".

"I'll just tell you that I'm satisfied that you'll never have sex with her," Kate assures me with a knowing smile. "But you did have a good time, didn't you? Watching me with Aiden?"

I try to review the night in a series of short, smoldering scenes. How he undressed her. Kate in his lap; she's so "his" with that enormous cock buried inside her. Breigha's hand on my dripping erection, leading me closer to them while they fucked. The effect was uncanny; her control over me rivaled Juliet's. But Breigha's was inviting, soothing, wrapping me in a warm blanket of s u b m i s s i o n. Her final refusal to unleash my orgasm made me want Kate even more as I watched Aidan fuck her. Breigha's practiced manipulation of my genitals was strangely engaging. During those minutes (or was it hours?) of prolonged frustration, I wanted to be "hers" as completely as Kate was Aidan's.

"It was more than a 'good time', Kate," I confessed. "They owned us; not just our bodies, but our minds as well. They just took control at some point, and I'm pretty sure we both just fell into their seduction without thinking. I did love seeing you so, um, satisfied - so happy that the sex was like your dreams. I suppose I should say 'like the men in your dreams'. The entire night was pretty amazing."

Kate puts her hand in my pants and fingers my dick. "But sweetie, you didn't cum, did you? That didn't spoil it for you? Knowing Aidan gave me one of my best orgasms ever, and Breigha left you hanging? You were SO hard watching us. And you didn't even cum while her hand was on you. I'm not complaining; I'm glad in a way. I wouldn't have wanted to see another woman do that for you. So, you're saying seeing Aidan make me cum was enough for you?"

I deliberate before answering. The last thing I want is to be a prisoner of the same kind of chastity I endured while wearing the damn cage. I love fucking Kate. Or "making love" to her might be more accurate after watching her dream men fuck her. It's not "enough" for me. But for some reason, it was that night. Still, my answer has to be one I can live with.

"I was just glad to see him make you happy, Kate. I love watching you when you're naked. You know I think your body's perfect. And while you're having sex with another man, I get to see it in a way I can't when we make love. I'm not always glad another man gets to own you for a little while, but it always excites me to watch how your body responds to him. It's how you surrender yourself to him. And, how you cum with him inside you. So, no, it wasn't 'enough' for me, but it was still 'good'. I think it was good for both of us, as a couple, to be with them. I assume you'd want to see them again? Both of us? for more?"

Kate's still fingering my dick as I speak, but I'm not hard at all. In fact, I'm still noodle-like in spite of my recalled, heated memories of that night.

"You'd like that?" Kate asks. "Because I know I would. But you're not jealous? That Aidan makes me feel the way I do when I'm with him? That I'm his, and I'd do anything he wants, even though I'm your wife - a very, very grateful wife who loves her husband so very much, even when she has another man's cock in her? He fills me like Vicente did - well, almost as much. You like watching a man do that, don't you? Filling your loving wife with cock?"

The images of them together repeat in my head as she goes on and on, but my erection fails to materialize. My heart's pounding, and I'm shaking as she plays with me. I want it, but it doesn't come.

"Um, sweetie, you're still not hard," she tells me as she stops and takes her hand away. "Is something wrong? Maybe you are jealous after all. You do still like to see other men fuck me, don't you? And you know I'll always come back to you, always love you, right?"

"I - I don't know what's wrong, Kate. I'm excited - I should be hard for you. Jesus, what's wrong with me? Maybe I should see a doctor."

Kate slips her hand inside my pants again. She places her other hand along my cheek and turns my face to look squarely, deeply, into her eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with you sweetie. Trust your wife when she assures you of that. Trust your QUEEN."

I feel my erection grow instantly. In a few seconds, I'm painfully hard. I don't question why - I'm just relieved. Kate's satisfied smile warms me, then makes me crave her.

"Mmmmmm. My husband wants to fuck," she murmurs playfully. "I love it when you're this hard for me. And you're very, very hard, sweetie. Should we go to bed? Feeling a little competitive, with Aidan, maybe? If you ask me, I think you just might give him a run for his money - if you were both paying me, that is."

Kate grins, and emphasizes "paying" like she's a needy hooker. My God, I'm hard for her. I feel her fingertip dancing over the head of my dick, now slippery with my precum.

"Unless you'd rather not compete. Maybe a nice blowjob instead?" she breathes in my ear. "But then you'd be losing a wonderful opportunity to show your wife how you can use this thing. I think she'd be very glad to have something like this inside her tonight. You could see her cum, close up this time. And I'm sure she would, very intensely, with this very hard thing of yours inside her..."

We go to bed and fuck. It's far from making love like we always seemed to do in the past. It's panting, gasping, urgent fucking - Kate's under me with legs spread wide, begging, pleading with me to fuck her faster, harder. So I do. I'm lost in the blind, ravenous need to own her body, to have it respond as she has with her past hung lovers. She bucks against my hips, her pussy sucking at my cock - and her moans and cries are loud enough to wake the dead. In time, her words turn from seductive praise and encouragement to impatience. "Don't you dare stop! Not till I cum! Make me cum, Bill!" she demands. "Fuck me like they do! Make me cum!"

But I don't. Neither of us do. Our orgasms begin to rise in us, slithering about us, dancing and inviting us to fuck just a little longer, a promise that's always only a promise. A lie. Dragging us to exhaustion and frustration.


***

Still, it doesn't stop us from fucking, constantly. We're at each other in the morning just after waking, and usually more than once in the early evening and night. I'm obsessed with Kate's body during the day while I try to work, fantasizing that she's flirting with men at her store, men she would never otherwise think of fucking. So many men. She tells me about them while we fuck, how she would have let any of them do anything to her, as long as they could make her cum. But none of them accept her thinly veiled offers; none of them meet her standards anyway, she admits.

"As much as I want them, I can't help imagining them with tiny dicks," she explains. "Well, tiny next to Aidan's," Kate confesses.

"And I guess you mean mine too, next to Aidan's?" A foolish question, but for some reason I have to ask.

Oh, sweetie, you know what he's like. You've seen the difference between you two. You're not 'Aidan-sized', but you're not tiny. And you get so hard for me now - I really like that. You're such an a n i m a l in bed now, not like before. I love it when you 'take' me, trying so hard to do it like Nickolas and Vicente did."

"I always thought you liked Nickolas too much. I worried that you might be tempted to leave me for Vicente, but Nickolas was dangerous; I was never sure you recognized how dangerous he was. I knew his money, power, and his huge cock must have been tempting to you. Plus, I was always intimidated by him. He changed you in ways I never could. You were just so - slutty for him. He changed your body, bought you bigger tits, and dressed you like his show-pony. For a while, when you were together, I didn't feel like you were my wife at all. It was as though you belonged to him, that he owned you, and you wanted more of that. I even imagined you marrying him. But, you really just liked the way he fucked you? How he made you submit to him? Was that the only attraction?"

Kate sighs, comes up behind me, and puts her arms around me. She nuzzles my neck, then brings her lips to my ear. Her breath is sweet and hot on me, almost paralyzing in its promise of both love and rabid sex. She lowers her hand to the front of my pants, lowers the zipper, and plays with my dick with a few invading fingers. It's delicious, and I'll do anything for more of her expert touch.

"The attraction you saw was from all of that, sweetie. But I'm attracted to different men in different ways, for many reasons. For Charles, it was some kind of magic he possessed. I was taken by surprise, and fell for it immediately. He was so commanding, so confident - things I'd secretly fantasize about my dream lovers. I was so needy for whatever had been missing in our sex life. He filled that empty spot, and I let it go much too far.

"Eric? I think I always wanted him back then. I can't even remember when it started. It was his body at first, then how he paid attention to me, a woman closer to his m o t h e r ' s age than his. I was flattered, and horny, and every day did my best to try to ignore how much I wanted him. Finally, maybe it was a power thing; when he became your boss, I felt more owned by him, more vulnerable to his increasing display of affection toward me. He didn't "break" me like Charles did; I just couldn't maintain the barriers I put in place to avoid giving in to him. When I found that thoughts of him fucking me excited you, I simply lost all my will to avoid it. But I never loved him, sweetie. He was a beautiful young man, with a beautiful hard cock, who wanted to fuck your wife. And your wife wanted him in her bed, every time I saw his bare, sweat-soaked chest in his yard, every time he put a hand on me, innocently at first, then not so innocently. He knew I loved him there, close to me, while you were away. I'd leave a few buttons undone when I knew he'd visit, and he'd stare at my hardening nipples as we sat and talked. Again, I was flattered he wanted me - just my body, I suppose. It was mutual - but I never loved him.

"Nickolas was this - thing, this irresistible, evil man who extracted this bad-boy attraction I had never recognized before. He was power, and confidence, and good looks, but a little scary at the same time. That excited me in ways I didn't fully understand back then. He just took over my life; he dressed me, introduced me to the gym, and paid for my new breasts. I knew I was his 'Barbie doll'. I should have been more wary of his control over me - but the surrender was so fucking delicious. I wanted to be the man's sex doll, his toy. I liked what he did to me, what I saw in the mirror every day. I like his money, his power, and his enticingly dark character. I wanted to belong to him - not emotionally, but purely physically. The sex was amazing. I wanted more of everything he gave me. He became an addiction."

I'm stunned at Kate's confession. She's never spoken of her men in that kind of detail to me before. If only I had known a bit of it back then.

"So, Vicente?" I reminded her. "Did you love him? Do you, now? All those pictures you sent told me you did. I wondered if they were just a way to tell me you weren't coming back to me. The way you glowed when you were in his arms - it was fucking painful, as though you were already his. And yet, I hate to admit it, but I masturbated to them more than once, knowing he must have fucked you just after they were taken. Knowing how huge his cock was. Knowing how much you must have hungered for it. Then I'd worry that you hungered for the man himself just as much, or maybe more."

She begins to kiss me gently and repeatedly over the back of my neck. Had I excited her merely by mentioning Vicente's name? Or was she preparing me for a confession I might not want to hear? Her fingers roll my flaccid dick, but it fails to respond. What does she expect, or want from me?

"I wasn't myself when I was with Vicente, sweetie," she began. The sex was so good, and you know what his cock was like. But he made me feel like I was his, like I belonged to him, and he wanted everyone to know it. You should know - he treated me like a QUEEN, and he was my king. When we were out together, I became his QUEEN; so many of his friends, and even strangers who saw us, stared at me, worshiped me like their QUEEN. When you looked at those pictures, did you see me the same way, as his QUEEN? Did you, sweetie?"

I'm erect in seconds. My dick feels like it might burst in her hand as she milks it gently.

"You know, I did think I loved him, for a while," she continues quietly. "And yes, those pictures were a way of letting you know. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, but honestly, imagining your reaction to them gave me a kind of shameful feeling of power. I wanted you to be jealous, to find them both worrying and exciting. I never planned on telling you, but I thought of you looking at them while Vicente fucked me. I imagined that you couldn't help jerking off to them, even though the angst must have been overwhelming. I had that kind of power over you, and it was exhilarating. I had two men, a rich, gorgeous lover with a huge cock that I loved fucking, and a loving husband who desired me but also got off knowing how a man like Vicente was my dream come true in bed. I even considered leaving you for him briefly. Maybe that was just a fantasy - I don't know. Later, I knew he didn't want me as his exclusive girlfriend, and especially not his wife - he had so many beautiful women around him all the time, and I knew I couldn't compete with those leggy, fashion model types for long. I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise, but life with him was so good for a while."

"I was so glad you decided to come home, Kate. At times I was almost sure you wouldn't. The two of you looked like the perfect couple in those photos. What happened that changed your mind?"

Kate stops nuzzling and presses her face against the back of my neck, hesitating. Is she struggling to remember, or thinking of a way to salvage my ego when she tells me?

"It was Charles," she says, finally. "He reminded me that my 'mission' was to get close to Vicente, and ultimately to persuade him to sign Charles's new contract. He helped me find my way out of the fantasy that Vicente would ever want me as his wife. You know the effect Charles has always had on me. I wanted to please him. I wanted to show him I could be a competent, successful, business partner, not just a convenient plaything for his clients. I still used my body to extract and pass information to Charles; I really did love fucking Vicente, so it wasn't a huge sacrifice. It was then I realized that all the photos, my little hints to you about my hopeful relationship with Vicente, had probably been more painful than I considered at the time. I wanted to tell you, to calm your worries about us, but there wasn't a way to explain while I was with him there. He was so possessive; when he wasn't fucking me, he watched me every second. I had no privacy at all. Reporting back to Charles was a big enough risk. That was why I was supposed to be there, so I just fell into the role of Charles's spy and hoped you'd eventually understand when I came home. Now that it's over, I'm so glad we have a new life together. Is that enough? Do you understand now?"

"I guess it isn't just Vicente I think about, Kate, although I worried about him the most. There were so many men. You fucked all of them - guys I worked with, Charles's business contacts, and complete strangers. I was always uncomfortable with the way Eric flirted with you, and you spent a lot of time together back then. He was our neighbor's ***, a college kid, so much younger than you. I was so sure you'd never consider actually having sex with him, even if you did enjoy flirting a little. It was all such a shock to me; you've always been the 'good wife'. No one would even suspect your hidden fantasies of infidelity, or that you'd make them come true."

"But you stayed, Bill. And I'm so grateful for that. Who knows where or what I'd be today if you hadn't saved us from Charles's mess? I may still have been passed around, used by Nickolas for God knows what. He never wanted me, just my body. If not him, I may be in pri***, a convicted conspirator with Charles. But you stayed. You saved me. I can't imagine why you stayed, but I love you even more for it."

"Do you still think of him? Vicente, I mean," I ask cautiously. "Are there times, times when we have sex, when you wish it was him instead of me? We could use the dildo he gave you more often if you want, if it's his cock you miss."

"Oh sweetie - you're still worried, still jealous of him? You don't have to be. Looking back is like rewatching a sexy, romantic movie. We were never going to be a couple - I told you that. But to be very honest, there are times when I miss his cock, and the way he used it. It wasn't just its size; seemed to know exactly what I needed in bed. At times he was gentle and loving, and then he'd become this raging ******. I loved his gentle fondling, then submitting to him when he fucked me hard, like I was some helpless little slut. That always sent me over the edge. God, those orgasms were, well, I can't even describe them. But he's history, Billy. It wasn't the only great sex I'll ever have. Anyway, I love how hard you get for me now when we have sex. You're bigger than before, and you stay hard so much longer. I just wish I could cum with you. It's frustrating. And I want sex all the time. It's just that for some rea***, after our visit with Aidan and Breigha, I can't seem to..."

She hugs me tighter, as if she's searching for an answer but it escapes her. Was it Aidan? Was the sex so good she's incapable of cumming with me now? The idea that he owns her pussy now horrifies me. I can't bear to go back to the way things were with Charles. I love Kate for who she is, but I need her body too.

"Is it Aidan?" I ask finally. "Do you think you need him to make you cum? Do we need to go back to them to find out?"

Where does this idea come from? Go back to Aidan? The man who outfucks me so much that my wife can't orgasm with me now? Still, there's a nagging desire to do just that. There has been ever since we left them. Kate breathes more deeply. Her breath is hot against my neck. I'm so fucking hard imagining them together again - watching her body convulse as he impales her, making her cry out when she cums.

"I think we do," she tells me quietly. "I think it's what we both need, don't you?"

Kate milks me with quick, firm strokes. My orgasm rises in me, beckons, teases me, then drifts away. When she fails to get me off again, she plants quick kisses over the back of my neck. An apology, or an affirmation of her genuine affection? Or maybe recognition that her gentle persuasion is enough to hear me agree.

"It is," I confess. "I don't understand why, but I've been obsessed with thoughts of going back to them, every minute of every day. I remember that phrase they used; I kept hearing it in my head. 'meat on our platter'. I'm not sure it's a good thing, Kate. But I can't get it out of my head."

"I know, Billy," she whispers. I can feel her lips move against my neck. She's running her fingers over my throbbing erection, exploring the length of it, squeezing the tip gently as she milks the precum from me. She glides back down to its root, circling her thumb and fingers around the base, squeezing, just as she had with Aidan's. I'm so fucking hard, so fucking desperate to cum.

"I hear it too, all the time now," she admits, her voice now so girlish and submissive. "I want it, Billy. For both of us to be their 'meat'. To be spread on their platter and consumed by them so we can both cum again. You're so hard; you want it too, just as much as I do. I know you do."



***

"Hi, Billy. I won't be coming home tonight. I didn't want you to worry."

Her voice is seductive and girlish. I suspect she'll have company upstairs at the shop. Maybe a new customer? She sounds excited.

"You're staying at the shop?" I ask. "I suppose I know why."

She giggles, puts her hand over the phone while she answers him, then giggles again openly.

"Aidan's here. He dropped by to shop for a new outfit for Breigha. He, um, decided to stay. Okay, after I asked him to. I told him you would jerk off thinking about us - will you?"

"I don't have much of a choice, do I? I'd love to watch though. Is there time for me to get there? It's getting late."

She squeals and laughs, not bothering to cover the phone this time. I can hear his voice in the background.

"Sorry about that, sweetie," she gushes. I don't think there's time tonight. He's already undressing me. He ripped my new blouse." "You're such a bad boy!" I hear her tell him.

"So, what are you wearing," I ask. "Tell me." My dick stirs, but refuses to do more than that.

"I'm almost naked, Billy - just my panties at the moment. He's going to rip them too if he doesn't stop. He's an a n i m a l tonight. But, you know how I love that."

"So, will you tell me everything tomorrow?" I beg.

"So, you want to know how his big cock felt in me? How I sucked as much of it as I could get in my mouth? And after that, how long we fucked and how often he made me cum? Tell me, Billy - he's here beside me, listening, so tell us both what you want."

Neither of us had been able to orgasm since our visit with Aidan and Breigha. Weeks of everyday sex continue to leave us both sweaty, exhausted, and finally frustrated. We've become nervous and distracted, now two people ruminating constantly about the sex we desperately need, yet unable to quench our obsession for relief. So, I'm willing to try anything, even picturing Kate's cries when she cums on his cock. I'm envious; then everything comes pouring out of me.

"Will you make him cum in your mouth, Kate? Fuck you in the ass again? You like that, don't you, Kate? You'll give him your body, won't you? Completely. To use any way he wants. You're going to take my wife and use her, Aidan, like your whore. Not my wife. Your whore. You will be, won't you, Kate? His willing, greedy whore?"

Have I really said all that? After weeks of frustration, it's impossible to keep my filthiest fantasies from escaping. There's near silence on the phone, only Kate's rapid breathing as I wait for her reply. The wait t o r t u r e s me. Seconds become a minute, then two, until she finally answers.

"Oh Billy - you want all that for your QUEEN, don't you? I'm so glad, Billy. But now - oh Billy, he's between my legs, licking me, eating me. He's so hungry for me. He wants your wife's body, Billy. Like it's his. I want to belong to him tonight, Billy, all night. I'm not your wife tonight - I'm his whore. His fucking whore - his - filthy, whore - "

The phone goes dead just as Kate's voice rises in pitch to the familiar octave of her inevitable orgasm. I'm stroking myself, and begin to speak into my silent phone. I want him to fuck her, to make her cum harder than she's ever cum, and I try to tell her. I'm shaking violently, my imagination running wild, and I spurt a sudden stream of cum, drenching my fingers and hand. It's so good - so fucking good. Just before I s l e e p, I think of Kate in his hands, and how many times Kate would cum by morning. Then, in a surprising fit of angst, I wonder if she would ever want to fuck me again, after her - best - orgasm - ever. In my dreams, she comes back to me with a steady stream of his potent semen pouring from between her deliciously exquisite thighs. Her never-ending, satisfied smile haunts me until I wake.



***

I set my alarm to wake early the next morning. It's been a fitful night, and I want to surprise Kate by showing up to spend Sunday and Monday together in the city. Traffic is almost nonexistent as I drive into the city at 7:00 AM. I create little stories in my head about how Aidan might have "taken" her last night. "Taken" is the word she's come to use when she talks about him. She knows it bumps a little jealousy in me, that as hard as I've tried, I just can't make myself believable as a Dom. "I know you'd never do those things to me, sweetie," she told me long ago. "You're my husband, a very loving, caring man; that hint of danger, those filthy demands of those other kinds of men, it just isn't you. Besides, I think you like handing me over to them, don't you? Surrendering your wife to those intimidating, hung men while they do such nasty things to me? You know you do, sweetie."

I find myself obsessing about how many times he's cum in her; whether it's been her pussy or her ass that he's used more. I ruminate about how much Kate loved it - his astonishing cock sunk to the hilt in her ass. Why had she never wanted that from me? In fact, she had shied away from it after I tried it the first time, years ago. How many times had she grasped my dick and quietly moved it to her pussy when I had probed the entrance there? After two or three times, I got the message and hadn't tried again. "She's just not into it," I told myself. It wasn't a thing I thought much more about - her tight little pussy was enough for me. My gut tightened for a second when I remembered accepting I was never enough for her.

I park in the back, unlock the door, and step inside the stock room of The Body Electric. Aidan's bike hangs nearby, the front wheel secured over a newly installed hook in one of the exposed rafters. I wonder how often the guy bikes into the city; it must be a ten-mile ride, much of it in heavy traffic. And after that, he has the stamina to fuck Kate all night long? I tell myself not to dwell on his physical prowess - the size of his cock is more than enough to make me envious. Still, it's a symbol, an embodiment of who and what he is - wealth, stamina, cockiness - everything that gets Kate wet. I can't help staring at it for a while. It's a beautiful machine, probably the exact words Kate would use to describe the owner himself.

"Maybe you should get one," Aidan says as he appears suddenly from inside. "I know a guy who will give you a great deal. They're worth every penny, if you have enough pennies," he says, grinning. The bulk of his cock assaults me, even behind the stretchy material of the fitted shorts. I stare for a second or two and decide he isn't erect, just fucking huge. My dick stirs just knowing this cock's been inside Kate all night, maybe even minutes ago.

I watch him lift the bike from the hook; he briefly inspects the cables and tires before he glances back at me.

"Here to take Kate home for what's left of the weekend? I thought she drove herself now."

"She does," I tell him. "But sometimes we stay in the city on her days off, maybe find a new restaurant, explore a little. I don't get to spend much time here, so it's a chance to spend time together."

"Good for you," he says, nodding with raised eyebrows. "Briegha and I do the same - there's this to-die-for Thai place on the south side. We go there almost every week. You and Kate should join us - they have an amazing lunch buffet on Sundays. I'll email Kate the address and we can meet there at eleven thirty before the good stuff's gone."

"Um, you mean today?"

You've had Kate all night, and you want her the rest of the day now? Fuck - there goes my time with her while she confesses last night's "sins".

"Oh yeah - it'll be great. Breigha would love to see you both again, and I'm sure Kate will be famished by then. She's really quite something, that girl. But you know that, don't you."

He says it like it's casual conversation. "Quite something," like she's a great fuck. "Quite something," like she can take all of his monstrous cock. "Quite something" like my wife's perfect body is a new acquisition he's praising. His implication stuns me. I know he's playing his Alpha card. It might be face down on the table, but we both know it bests my hand. I'm embarrassed and annoyed, but I feel my dick swell just a little.

"She's quite a woman, Aidan," I remind him. "It's why I married her. I'm not sure anyone else knows what an exceptional woman she is. We've been through a lot, and we're still here, still together, still in love. 'Quite something' doesn't begin to describe her."

He rises from where he's inspecting the gadgetry of his bike and his grin vanishes. There's a very pregnant pause in our conversation while he tries to decipher the spirit of my reply. I'm resolute, but there's still this shadow of eroticism he casts. Don't look down at his cock. Don't look down at his cock. Just don't...

"Look, Bill. We're okay, aren't we?" he offers, finally. "I know Kate's your wife, and I know she loves you. She and I aren't, well, like that. You do understand it's entirely a physical thing, right? One both you and Kate signed up for. I know you liked watching Kate and me together. And I'm pretty sure you find Breigha attractive as well.

"And you're right - Kate is a rare woman. But I see beyond the things you see in your wife, a latent hunger for the flavor of sex you're not made to provide. I recognized it at first glance. Now, some women like their darker fantasies teased from them a little at a time. They'd rather the responsibility of shredding their inhibitions be owned by a stranger. Secrets with strangers don't cause her shame or guilt, because to everyone else, even her own husband, she's still pure, still innocent.

"But that's not Kate at all, Bill. Kate broadcasts her hunger for something more. And when she finds it, she reaches out and takes it. I sense it was something in her past, your past together, that makes it so obvious. Whatever that was doesn't matter to me - I don't need to know. I'm not her confidant, her shrink, or her husband. I'm simply the kind of man who sees a gorgeous, deliciously ravenous wife, immediately understands what she needs, and delights in making sure she gets it. And honestly, I believe you're the kind of man who knows his limitations, accepts them, and gets off by vicariously living out your own darkest fantasies. You love her. You want to please her. And because you can't, not completely, you want other men to do it for you."

"Are you playing a shrink for my husband now, Aidan?"

Kate appears in the doorway, attentively absorbing Aidan's attempt to analyze her. She's grinning, sharing her look of amusement with both Aidan and me. I rewind our conversation, trying to find a spot where Kate might have begun to listen in. Who knows how long she's been standing there quietly, listening to us discuss who really owns her?

"You men always make things so complicated," she tells us, finally. It's really very simple. It's my sex life. My body. My fantasies. The two of you are a part of it, but not all of it. Neither of you own me."

Kate's still damp from her shower, and she drops the towel she's tucked around her. We both stare. There is not, I'm certain, anywhere, at any time, a body as mouthwatering as Kate's. It's as though she's meant to be naked. Seen and admired by all men. Every inch of satiny skin and firm flesh is perfectly packaged and stunningly displayed for us.

"I love you, Billy - you! And I love your cock, Aidan. But boys, all your angst, all your testosterone-induced, caveman urges to claim my body, and your interesting but puzzling attempts to talk it out like you might carve me up and each settle for a piece of me? You remind me of little boys with their toys. When little boys grow up to be men, we women would like to think you'd outgrow it; that maybe you'd mature from those selfish
c h i l d r e n to confident, trusting men who willingly, even proudly share their toys. Women learn early that love and sex are two very different things. You men never seem to figure us out after you marry us. We can get sex anywhere, any time - quick sex, meaningless sex, sex with pretty men, sex with big cocks, and yes, even meaningful sex with our husbands. So, while I'm glad the two of you try so hard to come to terms with your issues, I'm getting very hungry. Aidan, we'll see you and Breigha at the restaurant. I'm sure the food and the conversation will be just what I'm hungry for - something outrageously spicy."

Awesome!