Paul had cum prematurely on their wedding night, on the floor. He was unable to get hard again so Claire had other plans

She had guessed what would happen. She knew that Paul would cum quickly, as he was prone to do, when overly excited.  If he hadn't, then she was more than happy to have spent the night consummating the marriage, and Mark would have to wait.  Now, however, plan B was in operation.  She just had to get Paul to accept it.

Paul stood there, still reeling from the cruel sting of her words. He noticed the smudge of her thick red lipstick on the cigarette filter and knew this was different. Claire had him exactly where she wanted him—humiliated, broken. He realized, with a sickening clarity, that she had planned for this to happen. She wanted him to fail.

Claire let the silence linger, taking her time with each drag of the cigarette, watching Paul squirm. Her anger had subsided into something more calculated. When she finally spoke, her voice was cool and measured, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I need a cock now, Paul,” she said, blowing out a stream of smoke. “And since you can’t give it to me, I’ll find someone who can.”

Paul’s heart sank, his stomach churning as he watched her casually reach for her phone, as if this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. She dialled a number, and before he could even protest, she was already speaking into the receiver.

“Hi, Mark,” she said sweetly, her tone changing into something sultry and seductive, completely different from the venom she had just spat at Paul moments ago. “Can you come to the honeymoon suite? I need your services, darling.”

Paul felt the blood drain from his face as the words hit him like a punch to the gut. His worst fear, the one that had been gnawing at the back of his mind, was coming true right in front of him. He wanted to scream, to stop her, but he was frozen in place, too stunned and ashamed to do anything.

Claire hung up the phone and took another slow drag from her cigarette, her eyes never leaving Paul’s. “He’ll be here soon,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She exhaled the smoke, as if the decision had already been made and there was nothing left to discuss 

Paul stood there, speechless, feeling utterly powerless in the face of her cruelty. He couldn’t believe this was happening on their wedding night, but Claire had made it clear: she wasn’t going to be left unsatisfied, no matter the cost. And as he stood there, shattered, all he could do was wait for Mark to arrive.

Claire extinguished her cigarette in a crystal ashtray with deliberate calm, then reached for her lipstick, applying it in thick, bold strokes. Her lips, now a fresh, deep red, glistened in the soft light of the room. She looked at Paul with nothing but disdain, her eyes narrowing as if he were nothing more than a nuisance.

“You can go in the other room or you  might as well sit down,” she said, her voice cold and detached. “You’re useless.”

Paul swallowed hard, the words cutting into him deeper than any previous insult. Defeated, he sank into the chair in the corner of the room, his heart racing, his body tense with humiliation. His eyes followed Claire as she paced for a moment, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she impatiently waited.

After a few agonizing minutes, there was a knock at the door.

Claire’s demeanour shifted immediately, her energy electric as she practically ran across the room, her heels tapping out a rapid rhythm on the polished floor. She flung the door open, and there stood Mark, tall and composed. Before he could even speak, Claire grabbed him by the tie, yanking him into the room and slamming the door behind him.

Without hesitation, she kissed him—deep, long, and hungry—lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his thigh. Mark responded, his hands automatically finding her waist as their bodies pressed together. When Claire finally broke the kiss, she stared up into his eyes, her breathing quick with desire.

“I need your cock,” she whispered, her voice laced with urgency and lust.

Mark blinked, his gaze drifting toward Paul, who sat frozen in the corner, watching in stunned silence. But Claire wasn’t about to let Mark get distracted. She grabbed his chin, forcing his face back toward hers, her grip firm.

“Don’t worry about him,” she said, her voice sharp and filled with derision. “He came on the floor and can’t even get hard again. I want you to show him how a real man fucks a woman—over and over.”

With that, Claire almost ripped Mark’s clothes off, her hands feverish as she yanked off his jacket and fumbled with his shirt, her impatience growing with each second. Mark barely had time to process what was happening before Claire’s hands were on his belt, quickly pulling it free and yanking down his pants.

She reached for his cock, which was already hard, her fingers wrapping around it with practiced ease. Without another word, she led him to the bed, her grip firm as she guided him across the room. She threw a glance at Paul, who sat motionless, his face a mixture of shock and helplessness, before turning her full attention back to Mark.

The tension in the room was thick, and Paul could only watch as Claire began to get exactly what she wanted. Mark, no longer hesitating, responded to her every touch, and Paul sat there, feeling his world crumble around him.

Claire sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes gleaming with a wicked hunger as she pulled Mark toward her. His cock, already hard and level with her mouth, twitched in anticipation. She wasted no time, her lips parting as she took him deep into her mouth, the heat of her breath making him groan with pleasure.

Mark’s hands instinctively found her hair, gripping it gently as Claire worked him with practiced ease. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing and coaxing, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He could feel his arousal heightening with each passing second, his groans deepening as Claire’s pace quickened 

But Claire knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn’t just looking to bring Mark to the edge; she wanted him desperate, nearly bursting but still able to fuck her after. She was skilled enough to sense when a man was about to lose control, and she slowed her pace slightly, teasing him, dragging out the moment just long enough to drive him mad with desire but not enough to push him over the edge.

Mark’s body tensed, his breathing becoming ragged, and Claire felt the familiar throb of his cock in her mouth. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her lips slick with her own red lipstick. She gave him a knowing smile before taking him deep again, her hands now stroking him in rhythm with her mouth.

Paul, still sitting in the corner, could only watch in stunned silence, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him on his wedding night.  His new wife sucking another mans cock wanting him to fuck her.. His shame and humiliation burned even deeper as he saw Mark’s reaction to Claire’s touch—the groans, the tension, the way his body responded effortlessly. It was a painful reminder of his own failure moments earlier.

Claire continued, unrelenting, knowing that if Mark came now, it wouldn’t stop him from being able to fuck her later. She had control of the moment, and she revelled in it, pushing Mark closer and closer to the brink, her mouth and hands working together in perfect rhythm.

Mark’s groans grew louder, his body trembling with need, but Claire didn’t let him finish—not yet. She pulled back just before he could burst, leaving him panting and desperate for more, her lips glistening as she sat back and smiled up at him.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive. “I want you to fuck me now.”

With that, she leaned back on the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she waited for Mark to take her the way she had planned from the moment she called him.

Claire positioned herself deliberately on the bed, kneeling in a way that made sure her body was fully on display for Paul, who still sat in the corner, helplessly watching the scene unfold. She turned her head slightly, flashing Paul a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with both satisfaction and malice.

Behind her, Mark stood, his hands resting on her hips as he positioned himself, his cock pressing against her. Claire moaned as he entered her, the sensation making her body arch slightly, but her gaze never left Paul. Her voice, sultry and mocking, filled the room as she let out soft moans of pleasure, making sure Paul could hear every word.

“Yes, Mark,” she purred, her voice dripping with endearment and lust. “Just like that… You know exactly how to fuck me on my wedding night, don’t you?”

Her words were sweet for Mark but designed to cut deep into Paul, who sat silently, his face contorted in shame and helplessness. Claire’s moans grew louder as Mark began to thrust into her, his pace steady and strong. Her back arched further, her hands gripping the sheets, but her eyes never wavered from Paul.

“You see, Paul?” she said, her voice taunting now. “This is what it feels like to be fucked properly. This is what I need.  This is how a marriage should be consummated.”

Each thrust from Mark seemed to emphasize her words, and Claire let out another moan, her body moving in rhythm with Mark’s. She glanced back at Paul, the cruelty in her smile only deepening as she continued to belittle him.

“Poor Paul,” she cooed mockingly. “Can’t even get hard on his own wedding night. But don’t worry… Mark knows exactly how to take care of me.”

Mark’s grip on her hips tightened as he quickened his pace, his groans mixing with Claire’s moans. Her encouragement only fuelled him, and Claire leaned into every thrust, her body fully immersed in the pleasure while she kept her focus on Paul’s humiliation.

“Look at me, Paul,” she demanded, her voice sharp now. “Watch how a real man handles me on my wedding night.  Not my husband, but my lover”

Paul, overwhelmed by the weight of her words and the sight of his new wife with another man, sat frozen in place. His heart pounded, his mind swirling with a mix of emotions—anger, humiliation, shame, and helplessness.

Claire’s moans grew louder, her voice laced with both pleasure and cruelty as Mark drove into her, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Each sound, each taunt, was designed to deepen Paul’s despair, and Claire loved every moment of it.

Claire’s voice filled the room, a mix of loving endearments and filthy encouragements aimed at Mark. Each word she uttered seemed to blur the line between sweet affection and raw lust, the combination designed to drive Mark deeper into her while cutting Paul down further.

“Oh yes, Mark, my love,” she moaned, her voice dripping with affection. “You’re so good to me… just like that, baby.” Her words were honeyed, but every now and then, she added a sharp twist of dirty talk that made Mark groan and thrust harder. “Fuck me like the man you are. Harder, darling—I need it.”

She glanced back at Paul, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight, and moaned even louder. “You feel so good inside me, Mark. God, you know exactly how to fuck me. That’s it, love, deeper…”

Paul sat in silent torment, his body stiff as he watched Claire unravel before him. Her moans became more urgent, more desperate as Mark’s rhythm built. She came once, her body trembling as she cried out, but it wasn’t enough. Mark didn’t stop, his focus locked on giving Claire exactly what she craved.

“Oh my God, Mark,” Claire moaned breathlessly, her back arching as her body bucked against him. “I’m going to  come again, baby… don’t stop.”

Mark grunted in response, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he began to pump harder, driving into her with renewed intensity. Claire’s second orgasm crashed through her, and she moaned loudly, her body quivering beneath him. Her hands clenched the sheets, and her words became a mix of broken praises and filthy demands 

“Yes, yes, yes! That’s it, Mark—oh, God, just like that!” she cried, her body lost in pleasure.

As Claire came for the second time, Mark’s groans grew deeper, more primal. He was close now, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic as he chased his own release. Claire, still high on her own pleasure, urged him on.

“Come for me, darling,” she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. “I want to feel you fill me upon my wedding night.”

Mark’s breathing grew ragged, and within moments, he began to grunt louder, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. He pumped harder, each thrust more forceful than the last as he finally reached his climax. Claire gasped in delight as she felt him tense behind her, his grip on her tightening as he emptied himself inside her.

Claire collapsed forward onto the bed as Mark withdrew, her body still tingling from the pleasure of their intense encounter. “Oh God, I needed that,” she breathed out, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She rolled onto her back, stretching languidly, fully aware that Paul could see Mark’s cum slowly oozing from between her legs. With a wicked smile, she scooped some of it onto her fingers and licked it off slowly, savouring the moment and glancing over at Paul with deliberate cruelty.

She reached for Mark, pulling him down for a deep kiss, her lips hungry against his. Her hand found his cock, still semi-hard, and her nails lightly teased it, causing Mark to groan softly into her mouth. Even as they lay there, bodies tangled together, Claire’s mind was already on what was next. She glanced over at Paul again, her eyes filled with a dark, playful malice.

“You see, Paul,” she began, her voice laced with mock tenderness, “this is what a real man feels like.” She trailed her fingers down Mark’s chest before wrapping them around his cock again, stroking him slowly, her touch coaxing him back to full hardness. “Mark takes care of me. He knows how to make me feel good—unlike you.”

Paul could barely breathe, sitting in the corner, paralyzed by the scene in front of him, the humiliation and shame washing over him in waves. Claire’s voice, filled with derision, only deepened the wound.

Within moments, Mark was fully hard again, and Claire smirked as she straddled him, her body poised over his. She took her time, guiding him into her with a few slow strokes, moaning softly as she lowered herself onto him, her body engulfing him completely.

“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her voice filled with affectionate sweetness. “You always know how to fill me up just right.” Her hands rested on his chest as she began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles at first, enjoying every inch of him.

She leaned down, whispering loving endearments in Mark’s ear as she moved faster, her body rocking against his. “You’re perfect, darling. So strong, so good to me,” she cooed, her voice thick with lust and satisfaction. Each word was designed not just to praise Mark but to further degrade Paul, who sat there helplessly, watching the woman he had just married completely consumed by another man.

As Claire rode Mark, her moans grew louder, her hands gripping his chest as her body moved with increasing intensity. She was in full control, using Mark for her pleasure while making sure Paul could feel every second of his failure and inadequacy.

Paul watched, his heart heavy, as Claire continued to lavish Mark with affection, her words sweet but laced with cruelty as she made it clear that this was what she wanted—and Paul had failed to give it to her 

For a brief moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, Claire’s body still trembling slightly as Mark slumped forward, spent and satisfied. She smiled wickedly, her gaze shifting back to Paul, who sat in stunned silence, his world shattered.

Claire collapsed forward onto the bed as Mark withdrew, her body still tingling from the pleasure of their intense encounter. “Oh God, I needed that,” she breathed out, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She rolled onto her back, stretching languidly, fully aware that Paul could see Mark’s cum slowly oozing from between her legs. With a wicked smile, she scooped some of it onto her fingers and licked it off slowly, tasting the moment and glancing over at Paul with deliberate cruelty 

She reached for Mark, pulling him down for a deep kiss, her lips hungry against his. Her hand found his cock, still semi-hard, and her nails lightly teased it, causing Mark to groan softly into her mouth. Even as they lay there, bodies tangled together, Claire’s mind was already on what was next. She glanced over at Paul again, her eyes filled with a dark, playful malice. 

“You see, Paul,” she began, her voice laced with mock tenderness, “this is what a real man feels can do” She trailed her fingers down Mark’s chest before wrapping them around his cock again, stroking him slowly, her touch coaxing him back to full hardness. “Mark takes care of me. He knows how to make me feel good—unlike you.”

Paul could barely breathe, sitting in the corner, paralysed by the scene in front of him, the humiliation and shame washing over him in waves. Claire’s voice, filled with derision, only deepened the wound.

Within moments, Mark was fully hard again, and Claire smirked as she straddled him, her body poised over his. She took her time, guiding him into her with a few slow strokes, moaning softly as she lowered herself onto him, her body engulfing him completely.

“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her voice filled with affectionate sweetness. “You always know how to fill me up just right.” Her hands rested on his chest as she began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles at first, feeling every inch of him.

She leaned down, whispering loving endearments in Mark’s ear as she moved faster, her body rocking against his. “You’re perfect, darling. So strong, so good to me,” she cooed, her voice thick with lust and satisfaction. Each word was designed not just to praise Mark but to further degrade Paul, who sat there helplessly, watching the woman he had just married completely consumed by another man.

As Claire rode Mark, her moans grew louder, her hands gripping his chest as her body moved with increasing intensity. She was in full control, using Mark for her pleasure while making sure Paul could feel every second of his failure and inadequacy.

Paul watched, his heart heavy, as Claire continued to lavish Mark with affection, her words sweet but laced with cruelty as she made it clear that this was what she wanted—and Paul had failed to give it to her.

As Claire’s movements grew more intense, her language shifted from sweet endearments to filthy, raw demands. “Harder, Mark, fuck me harder,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust. She rode him faster, her hips grinding down as she demanded more. “You’re so fucking good, baby. That’s it. Fuck me like you know I need it.”

Mark responded to her every word, bucking his hips to meet her rhythm, his hands gripping her hips as they moved together in perfect unison. The air was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, their moans and groans mixing in a crescendo of shared desire. Claire’s eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back, completely lost in the pleasure Mark was giving her. Every thrust from him brought her closer, her moans turning to screams of ecstasy as she pushed herself harder onto his cock.

“Yes, Mark! Fuck, yes! Right there!” she cried out, her voice raw with the intensity of the moment. Her nails dug into his chest as she rode him relentlessly, her body shaking as she chased her climax.

And then, like a dam breaking, Claire let out a scream of pure pleasure, her entire body trembling as she came hard, crashing down onto Mark’s cock. “Oh my God, Mark!” she screamed, using his name as she writhed in ecstasy, her orgasm long and intense. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, every muscle in her body taut as she rode out the high.

Mark, unable to hold back any longer, bucked beneath her, his own body tensing as he grunted in pleasure. With a final deep thrust, he exploded inside her, his release crashing into him as he pumped his cum deep within her. They moved together in those final moments, completely entwined, their bodies soaked in sweat and pleasure.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, the aftermath of their shared climax settling over them. Claire slowly collapsed onto Mark’s chest, still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Paul, sitting in the corner, was left to watch, his world shattered beyond repair as Claire lay wrapped around another man, completely satisfied and utterly indifferent to his presence. The reality of the moment settled heavily on him—he was no longer part of the equation.

Claire slowly rolled off Mark, her body still glistening with sweat, and as she shifted, Paul’s eyes were drawn to the cum dripping from between her legs. The sight made him feel even more defeated, but in his twisted confusion, he realized something else—he was hard.

Claire noticed too, her eyes lighting up with cruel amusement as she let out a laugh. “Oh, look at that,” she sneered, glancing at Paul with a mocking smile. “So you finally get hard, huh?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm, cutting deep into Paul’s already fragile pride.

Paul’s face flushed with shame as he realized the truth—his body had responded to the very thing that was tearing him apart inside. Claire tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and mockery. She turned to Mark, still sprawled on the bed, catching his breath.

“Can you believe this?” she said, laughing as if it were some kind of joke. “He gets hard watching his wife fuck another man.”

Mark chuckled softly, still coming down from his own high, but his gaze shifted to Paul, who sat paralyzed with shame and confusion. Claire, sensing that she had the upper hand in every possible way, stood up slowly, walking over to Paul, her legs still shaky from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

She leaned down, her eyes locking onto Paul’s, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispered. “Seeing me fucked by a real man.”

Paul couldn’t respond—he felt trapped, powerless, his mind torn between the shame of the situation and his undeniable arousal. Claire shook her head in disbelief, still laughing quietly to herself.

“I can see this marriage working out wonderfully,” she said with a wicked grin, standing tall as she glanced between Paul and Mark. The room was thick with the weight of the moment, and Claire revelled in her control, fully aware of how broken Paul had become in such a short time.

As she stepped back toward the bed, Paul’s mind spun, and he was left to wonder what his life had become, knowing deep down that nothing would ever be the same.

Claire sat on the bed, absently stroking Mark’s cock, her fingers moving with the familiarity of someone who had done this countless times before. She knew Mark’s body well, knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to be rock hard again. And sure enough, as her hand moved slowly up and down, she could feel him twitching, already halfway there.

She looked over at Paul, who sat in the corner, his face still flushed with embarrassment and confusion. “Does me fucking Mark turn you on, darling?” she asked, her voice sweet but with a sharp edge of mockery.

Paul shrugged, unable to bring himself to meet her gaze, his mind too clouded by shame to form a coherent response. Claire frowned, clearly unsatisfied with his noncommittal answer.

“That’s not an answer,” she said, her tone becoming more demanding as Mark’s cock began to stiffen in her hand. She leaned over Mark, still maintaining eye contact with Paul, her eyes glinting with amusement and cruelty. As she bent down, her lips parted, and she kissed the tip of Mark’s cock, her tongue flicking out to taste him before she took him into her mouth.

Paul’s heart raced, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed in protest. Claire, sensing his turmoil, continued to move her lips up and down Mark’s shaft, slowly as she looked at Paul.

“Does it excite you, my husband?” she asked again, her voice slightly muffled by the cock in her mouth. She pulled back, kissing Mark’s cock again before wrapping her lips around him and sucking gently, making Mark groan in pleasure.

Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a deep mixture of shame and arousal wash over him. His face burned, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from what was happening.

Claire took another long, slow drag of Mark’s cock, tasting him, savouring him, all while keeping her gaze fixed on Paul. She could see the torment in his eyes, and it thrilled her to no end. “You know,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction, “I think you like watching me, Paul. Admit it.”

Mark groaned louder as Claire’s lips moved over him with expert skill, her mouth warm and wet, drawing him closer to full hardness with every stroke. But she wasn’t focused on Mark; this was all about Paul, and she wanted him to feel every bit of the twisted pleasure and humiliation she was inflicting.

“Doesn’t it turn you on,” she whispered, licking the length of Mark’s cock before taking him back into her mouth, “knowing I’m enjoying another man while you just watch?”

Paul sat there, silent and frozen, his face a mixture of pain, confusion, and undeniable arousal as Claire continued her relentless teasing, her cruel questions twisting deeper into his mind with every moment.

Claire continued to move her mouth over Mark’s cock, her lips and tongue expertly working him, but her focus remained on Paul. Her eyes never left his, and the satisfaction in her gaze was unmistakable. Each slow drag of her lips seemed deliberate, a calculated move to both pleasure Mark and torment Paul with the undeniable truth of what was happening in front of him.

“Look at you, Paul,” she said between strokes, her voice thick with mockery and seduction. “Just sitting there, watching me suck another man. Does it turn you on knowing you can’t do anything about it?”

Mark groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he grew desperate for release, but Claire maintained control, her hands gripping him firmly, keeping his movements in check. She could feel the tension in his body, how close he was, and it thrilled her to know she held all the power. His groans grew louder, but she wasn’t done with her taunting.

“Do you like this, Paul? Watching me with another man on our wedding night.  You sitting there helpless?” she whispered, pulling her mouth off Mark momentarily to look fully at her husband. “This is what a real man feels like. He knows how to fuck me, how to please me… unlike you.”

Paul sat in the corner, still frozen, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The shame and humiliation were almost unbearable, but so was the arousal that burned through him. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Claire take Mark’s cock deeper into her mouth, her movements becoming more deliberate, more teasing, as Mark’s moans filled the room.

Mark’s body tensed as he bucked again, desperate for release, his hands gripping the bed sheets as he tried to thrust into her mouth, but Claire was in full control. She pulled back just enough to keep him from reaching the edge, a wicked smile on her lips as she flicked her tongue across his tip, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

“Not yet,” she whispered to Mark, her voice sweet but commanding. “You’re not cumming until I say.”

Mark groaned in frustration, his body trembling with need, but Claire didn’t let him finish, not yet. She wanted to enjoy every moment of control she had over both men. Paul, watching helplessly, and Mark, so close to the brink but completely at her mercy.

She glanced back at Paul, her lips curling into a smirk. “Do you see this, Paul? This is how I handle a man. You’ll never satisfy me the way Mark does.” Her voice was sharp, designed to cut deep, and Paul could only sit there, utterly broken, as Claire continued her taunting.

Mark, meanwhile, was trembling beneath her touch, his body begging for release, but Claire’s slow, methodical movements kept him right on the edge, in that unbearable place where pleasure and frustration blurred together. He was desperate, and she loved every second of it.

“You want to cum, don’t you, Mark?” she purred, her voice sultry and full of control as she kept her mouth teasingly close to him. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Claire pulled her mouth away from Mark’s cock, her lips glistening as she looked at Paul with a wicked grin. Her eyes sparkled with cruel amusement as she opened her mouth wide, showing off her control of the moment. “Watch, Paul,” she purred, taunting him. “See how much a real man fucks your wife on her wedding night.  How he cums… even for the third time.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with mockery and disdain, cutting deep into Paul’s fragile state. Mark groaned, his body tense, on the edge of release, and Claire gave him the command he had been waiting for.

“Cum for me, Mark,” she said with authority, holding his cock in her hand and aiming it toward her open mouth, her tongue extended fully, totally aware of the degrading spectacle she was putting on for Paul.

Mark, his body trembling with need, couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud groan, he erupted, thick streams of cum shooting into Claire’s waiting mouth. She caught most of it, but some splashed across her face, staining her hair and cheeks with Mark’s release. The warm sensation made her moan softly, welcoming the taste and the control she had in this twisted moment.

She closed her mouth for a second, licking her lips and giving Paul a satisfied look. “See, Paul?” she said as she wiped some of Mark’s cum from her face with her fingers, licking them clean. “This is what a real man does.”

Paul sat there, utterly humiliated and powerless, watching as Claire revelled in the aftermath of Mark’s release. Every part of the scene was designed to break him further, and Claire basked in that power. She wiped the remaining cum from her face with a slow, deliberate motion, still smirking at Paul’s silence.

For Claire, it was more than just the act—it was the complete domination, the thrill of seeing Paul crumble under the weight of her twisted desires. She let out a soft chuckle, knowing that nothing would ever be the same between them after this.

Claire swallowed Mark’s cum with a deliberate, sensual motion, her eyes flicking toward Paul one last time as she wiped her lips clean. She stood up, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of the intense scene. Turning to Mark, she kissed him tenderly, as if the act they had just shared was one of intimacy rather than the calculated cruelty she had shown.

“Thank you, Mark,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with a mix of affection and control. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” Mark, still catching his breath, smiled as he dressed, giving her one more kiss at the door before leaving without a word.

Once Mark was gone, Claire turned back toward Paul, her demeanour shifting again as she sauntered across the room. Her eyes zeroed in on Paul’s erection, which was standing stiff despite everything he had just witnessed. She didn’t say a word, her face twisted into a smirk of disdain as she approached him.

Without warning, she straddled him, her used, dripping pussy lowering onto his cock. Paul gasped at the sudden sensation of her warmth enveloping him, but Claire’s eyes were cold, her expression full of mockery.

“I can just feel you,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, as if his hard cock inside her was little more than an afterthought. Her body moved slowly at first, her hips rocking in a cruel, calculated rhythm designed to toy with him, making sure he was completely aware of how little he mattered in this moment.

Paul, already overwhelmed by everything that had transpired, struggled to keep his composure. But Claire’s cruel words and the relentless pressure of her movements were too much. He could feel the control slipping away, his body reacting in ways he didn’t want it to, betraying him.

As Claire rode him, her eyes never left his, her mocking gaze piercing through the growing tension. “Really, Paul?” she taunted, her voice rising as she felt his body begin to tremble beneath her. “You’re going to lose control again? Pathetic.”

Paul’s breathing became shallow, and he could feel the familiar tension building. But just as before, he couldn’t stop himself. Within moments, his body bucked beneath her, as he did so she rose of his cock.  His cum shooting aimlessly in the air and back on his lap.

Claire let out a disappointed sigh, shaking her head as she continued to mock him.

“See?” she said, her voice harsh and unforgiving. “You can’t even keep up with me. This is all you’re good for—watching while a real man satisfies me, and then failing the moment you touch me.”

Paul slumped beneath her, utterly defeated, his mind swirling with shame as Claire continued to ride him, her body barely reacting to his presence inside her. He had lost control, just as she had predicted, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

Claire picked up her champagne glass from the side table. With a satisfied sigh, she reclined on the bed, propped up by pillows, her legs spread apart, her used pussy still glistening. She took a slow sip of the champagne, letting the moment linger as she stared down at Paul, who was still reeling from what had just happened.

“Well,” she began, her tone casual but filled with a sharp edge. “You have a decision to make.” She paused for a moment, enjoying the power she held in that moment. “You can walk out right now. Our marriage will be unconsummated, and we can call it over. No shame, no strings.”

Paul, still on the edge of the bed, stared at her, his mind spinning. The weight of her words hung in the air, the reality of his situation crashing down on him.

“Or,” Claire continued, her voice softening just slightly, though it was still laced with authority, “you can stay with me. I do love you, Paul. You treat me well. I’ll be loving and affectionate—like the wife you wanted.”

She took another sip of her champagne, her eyes locking with his. “But,” she added, her voice now dripping with finality, “when you can’t satisfy me, when I need more, I will fuck other men.” The words came out so easily, with no hint of shame or hesitation, as if this was just a normal arrangement.

Paul felt his heart pounding, his body still trembling from the humiliation and the intensity of the night. Claire watched him carefully, gauging his reaction, fully aware of the power she held over him. She didn’t flinch, her legs still spread wide, on full display, emphasising her control.

“This is your choice, Paul,” she said, her voice softening as she leaned back, making herself even more comfortable. “You can stay and accept this arrangement… or walk away.”

Paul’s mind raced as he processed her words. The future she offered was clear: a life where she would continue to be his wife, loving when it suited her, but unapologetically seeking satisfaction from other men when he failed to provide it. It was a stark, brutal choice, and the weight of it pressed heavily on him as he sat in silence, staring at the woman he had just married.

Claire’s gaze never wavered, and she sipped her champagne again, waiting for Paul’s answer, fully confident in the power she had over him.

“You will be my willing cuckold,” she said, her tone both authoritative and seductive, watching him with those piercing eyes that had always held power over him.

Paul felt utterly devastated by the situation.  He had seen another man fuck his wife on what was supposed to be their wedding night. His mind screamed for him to leave, to escape the humiliation and pain that came with the reality of what Claire was offering. But his body betrayed him—his cock twitched at her words, responding to the erotic, forbidden nature of the scenario. He had loved her deeply, and even now, after everything he had seen, the raw intensity of the night had affected him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

He looked at her, torn between the urge to run and the undeniable arousal he felt. “Can I always watch?” he asked quietly, his voice trembling with both fear and hope.

Claire’s lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. She sat up slightly, still reclining against the pillows, her legs still spread as she took another sip of her champagne. “I can’t promise that,” she said, her tone teasing, knowing she had him where she wanted him. “But when I come home, I’ll always tell you everything. All the dirty, filthy things that happened.”

Her eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. “I’ll tease you with every detail, every word. I’ll make sure you know just how much I enjoyed it. How does that sound?”

Paul stared at her for a few moments, his heart racing, his mind still reeling. He couldn’t deny the twisted excitement he felt. The thought of hearing those stories, of being part of her world in that way, was strangely intoxicating. He swallowed hard, the weight of his decision pressing down on him.

“OK” he finally said, his voice barely a whisper but filled with a strange sense of surrender. 

Claire’s smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as Paul moved toward her. He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, and she responded eagerly, pulling him closer. The kiss was intense, filled with a mixture of lust, resignation, and the strange, new dynamic that now defined their relationship.

Claire’s hands slid up his chest as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his, fully aware that Paul had just made his choice. She had him now—completely and utterly under her control. And as their kiss lingered, she knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together, one that would be shaped by her desires and Paul’s submission.

Epilogue

As Mark walked down the quiet hallway of the hotel, his mind raced. The intensity of what had just happened in Claire and Paul’s room lingered, but something inside him stirred. He wasn’t going to be Claire’s puppet, her toy to use whenever she pleased. He felt a deep pang of guilt for Paul, a man who didn’t deserve what was happening to him. Mark decided then and there—he was done with Claire.

Just as he passed by a door, it opened slightly, and a familiar scent reached his nose. He paused and turned, finding himself face-to-face with Sarah. Tall, elegant, and breathtaking as always, she stood in the doorway wearing a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. The fabric clung to her curves, and Mark could easily see her naked body beneath it. She wore high stiletto heels, which only added to her allure, and in her hands, she carried two glasses of whisky, one of which she extended toward him.

Her voice was low and seductive as she spoke. “Have you got anything left for me?” she asked, her eyes dark with desire.

Mark felt a warmth spread through him, but this time, it was different. There was a connection between them, something real, something he hadn’t felt with Claire. He smiled warmly, accepting the drink from Sarah and stepping into her room. She quietly shut the door behind him, the click of the latch sealing them in their own private world.

Mark took a long gulp of the whisky, feeling the burn of it down his throat, then set the glass aside. Without a word, he pulled Sarah close, his hands finding her waist as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with passion. Unlike the raw lust with Claire, this kiss had something more—real feelings between them, unspoken but undeniable.

After a few moments, Mark pulled away, his breath shaky but his resolve firm. “I won’t go with her again,” he said, his voice steady. “I want you.”

Sarah’s eyes softened, and she kissed him again, gently but with the same intensity of emotion. Mark could feel the shift between them, the sense of something meaningful blossoming where once there had only been brief encounters.

He stepped back, his fingers quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt as he began to undress. “I want to be clean for you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, the sound of water filling the room as it cascaded down, steam slowly filling the space.

As he stood under the warm stream, his thoughts finally beginning to clear, he sensed movement behind him. Sarah had slipped into the shower, her robe discarded, and now her naked body pressed against his back. Her hands moved around him, her soft skin brushing against his as she began to soap his chest, then lower, reaching for his cock as it hardened in her hand.

She whispered in his ear, her voice like a soft caress. “I want you,” she said, her breath warm against his neck. “But only if you want me. Only me.”

Mark turned his head, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss, their mouths hungry for each other. “I want you,” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. “Always.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The chaos, the manipulation, and the games Claire had played—it was all behind him. Here, with Sarah, it felt right. The water flowed around them, but all Mark could feel was Sarah, her touch, her warmth, and the promise of something real between them.

This was what he wanted. And he wasn’t going to let it go.