The Penthouse Revelations

Michelle stood and went back to her chair, leaving me frustrated, my cock twitching, wanting release. She took her time, settled back into her chair, her posture relaxed, but her eyes alight with excitement. She finished her drink and held up her empty glass to me. I stood and went to get us another.

"It looks so sweet,” she taunted, referring to my cock bouncing as I walked. “It looks like a little sprinkler. You’ll have to clean up all that mess you’ve dribbled over the floor.”

I handed her the drink and went back to my seat. I was still highly aroused, but the urgency had receded slightly. Michelle parted her legs slightly, teasing me. She lit a cigarette as she continued her story.

“After the party finished, four of the men were staying at the hotel and had booked the penthouse suite. Myself and the two girls were invited up. When we got there, champagne started flowing, and soon my dress, along with the other two girls’, was discarded.”

She paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “I was in a chair in the lounge, and I could see into both bedrooms. Phoebe, naked, was being pleasured by two of the studs, crying and screaming in pleasure. Her tits were bouncing wildly as they pounded her from both ends. Her eyes were rolling back in ecstasy, and the sounds of her moans were echoing through the suite.”

Michelle’s eyes glittered with mischief. “Carol was in the other room getting similar treatment. She was on all fours, her ass high in the air as her man took her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Carol’s body was shaking with pleasure. Her breasts were swaying with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. It was an incredible sight seeing both being fucked so thoroughly. Their screams of pleasure, along with the sight, were turning me on so much.

She took a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke languidly.

“I looked down, and there was this guy lapping at my pussy, teasing everything down there. I told him to make me come, and he did. His tongue was relentless, flicking and swirling over my clit, driving me wild. I did think of you momentarily,” she added, her tone playful.

“Sure,” I said, skeptical.

“No, I did,” Michelle insisted. “You were so far away and helpless to stop it. I came thinking that. My juices gushed all over his face as I came.”

Carol came and got me, dragging me into the room where her stud was still hard. The guy that was between my legs came with me. That’s the two you saw.”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “They begged for me to put my lipstick on for them, so I did. God, those men were big. I remember now saying to Phoebe, ‘I wish Rick could see it.’”

Michelle leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine. “I started sucking them, Darling. That’s when she phoned you.” Michelle laughed, leaning back in her chair, legs now fully spread. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick and lit another cigarette. I watched as her red nails disappeared inside her; it was so erotic that my arousal gauge was climbing into the red again.

“So you saw what they did to me?” she continued.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What really humiliated me was when he came on your face. Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

Michelle’s eyes rolled back slightly as she moaned, “Oh God, that was so intense.”

“That will remain a picture in my mind,” I admitted.

“When Phoebe filmed my body afterward, did you see the cum dripping out of me?” Michelle asked.

“Yes,” I said, feeling my stomach tighten.

“What did you think, darling?” Michelle asked. Her cigarette was in one hand, caressing her breasts, while the other had its fingers deep inside her.

I felt tears spring to my eyes. “I felt violated,” I whispered.

“Oh God, I’m cumming,” she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Well, after that, it pretty much calmed down. Having nothing else to wear, I got the dress back on. They wanted me to stay, but I was sore and wanted to shower and get some clean clothes.

“Everyone asked about you, where you were, what you were doing, how come you let me do this?” Michelle said, taunting me. “And I told them.”

“You did?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Yes,” she said with a cruel smile. “I told them you love watching me with other men, that it turns you on to see me get fucked by real cocks while you stand by, pathetic and helpless. That you are my cuckold.”

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, but my arousal only intensified. Michelle noticed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “This is what you want, isn’t it? To hear how much better they are, how much more they satisfy me.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Alan, that’s the guy you saw at our place, offered to take me home, so we left them to it.”

Alan

Michelle’s voice took on a husky tone, her arousal evident as she continued. “When we got home, I went to shower, and Alan joined me. In the shower, he was all over me, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body. He took his time washing me, caressing me, making me feel like the most desired woman in the world.”

Michelle slipped back in her chair, slipping her fingers back inside her, while her hand with the cigarette played with her breasts. Her fingers moved faster inside her, her breath coming in short gasps. “He was so gentle but so demanding. After the shower, he dried me off and carried me to the bed. He made love to me slowly, his big cock filling me completely. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help but scream his name.”

I jolted at her words, “He made love to me slowly.”

“Made love to you?” I said, looking at her.

Ignoring me, Michelle closed her eyes, reliving the memory. “He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock stretched me open. I could feel every inch of him, so deep inside me. His hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, making me shiver with desire.”

Michelle’s voice was breathless as she continued. “He whispered in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he wanted me. His words sent shivers down my spine, making me ache for more. He moved slowly, each thrust deliberate, drawing out the pleasure until I was begging for release.”

Her eyes opened, locking onto mine. “You’ll never know what it’s like to have a real man make love to you? To feel completely filled, completely satisfied. It’s something you can never give me.”

Tears continued to run down my cheeks as I listened, my heart breaking but my cock painfully hard. Michelle’s eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she continued her story.

“Do you want to hear more about what Alan did to me?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I begged, my desperation evident in my voice.

Michelle’s fingers moved faster inside her as she continued. “He took me to bed and made love to me again, filling me with his cum. I screamed with pleasure, knowing you were out there, imagining what I was doing. It made everything more intense.”

Those words again tearing at my heart. I watched, mesmerized, as Michelle’s fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps. “Do you want to see how much he stretched me?” she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.

“Yes,” I breathed, my eyes wide with anticipation.

Michelle stood and moved closer, her hand guiding mine between her legs. “Feel that?” she moaned, pressing my fingers inside her. “That’s what real men do to me. They stretch me, fill me up in ways you never could.”

I nodded, my fingers trembling as I felt her wetness.

“Now let me show you how a real woman makes a man come.”

She knelt before me again, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. I gasped as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Her hands moved to my thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each stroke.

“Do you like that, darling?” she asked, pulling back briefly to look up at me. “Do you like knowing that you’re just a pathetic cuckold watching while real men fuck your wife?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my hips bucking as she took me back into her mouth.

She resumed her ministrations, her pace quickening, her nails digging into my skin as she drove me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, my body trembling with the need for release.

“Do you want to see Alan again?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The Difference of Alan

Michelle lifted her mouth off my cock. Michelle’s eyes took on a dreamy look, her lips curling into a soft smile. “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with longing. Tears began to run down my cheeks as I looked at her, my heart breaking.

“You said he made love to you?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Instead of saying he ‘fucked’ you.”

Michelle nodded, her eyes softening as she looked at me. “He did make love to me.”

The impact of her words was like a dagger to my heart. My erection faltered, and a wave of despair washed over me. I stood up, tears streaming down my face, unable to bear the pain of her confession.

“Do you think you love him?” I cried.

“I don’t want you to see him again,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion. “Please, Michelle, don’t do this to me.”

Her words cut deep, and I felt a fresh wave of tears. “I really don’t want you to see him again,” I repeated, my voice trembling. “It hurts too much.”

Michelle sighed, her expression softening slightly. “I know it’s hard for you, but you have to understand. This is who I am, and this is what I need. You can’t change that.”

I turned to face her, my eyes filled with desperation. “Please, Michelle. I’m begging you. Don’t see him again.”

She shook her head, her smile both sad and amused. “I can’t promise you that, darling. But I can promise you that I’ll always come back to you. You’ll always be my cuckold, watching and wanting but never having.”

The words were like a final blow, and I felt my knees buckle. I sank back into the chair, my body trembling with the weight of my emotions.

“Now, do you want me to show you how a woman makes a man come?”

“Michelle, stop,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “I can’t take this anymore.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at me. “What is it, darling?” she asked, her tone still laced with that seductive edge.

I stood up, my body shaking with emotion. “It’s too much,” I snapped. “I can handle the raw fucking, the one-night stands. I even enjoy seeing your pleasure and what they do to you and you to them. But Alan seems different, special. You’re feeling so much more with him.”

Michelle’s expression softened slightly, but there was still a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Oh, darling, are you feeling insecure?”

“This isn’t just about my insecurities,” I said, my voice rising. “The way you looked at him when we were talking on the phone.” My voice faltered. “There was affection, tenderness. It wasn’t just about the sex. It felt like you had a real connection with him.”

Michelle sighed, standing up and crossing the distance between us. She placed her hand on my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. “And what if I did?” she asked softly. “What if Alan made me feel things you never could?”

“Then what we have means nothing,” I replied, my voice breaking. “Please, Michelle, tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that what we have still matters.”

She looked into my eyes, her expression unreadable. “Darling, what we have is unique. You enjoy watching me with other men, and I enjoy being with them. It’s a dynamic that works for us.”

“But Alan…” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “Alan is different. I can’t stand the thought of you seeing him again, feeling that way about him. It tears me apart.”

Michelle’s eyes softened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of genuine concern. “I understand that this is hard for you,” she said gently. “But you need to understand that I crave the excitement, the variety, the pleasure that comes with being with different men.”

“But do you love him?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe... a little. I certainly love what he does to me, the way he makes me feel,” my wife said as she resumed her seat. She pulled her robe around her and looked at me, sitting in the chair, broken-hearted and sobbing. “But I will always be yours, my darling husband.” She got up and went upstairs, leaving me with my thoughts.

Confessions and Intimacy

The atmosphere in our bedroom was tense and heavy with unspoken emotions. Michelle lay on the bed, a magazine in her hands, her eyes not really focused on the pages. I could see a tear glistening at the corner of her eye. After her confession about Alan, my heart felt like it was breaking all over again. I walked over to her and sat down, taking her hand in mine.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and love. “This is something I am finding so hard,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to lose you to another man.”

Michelle squeezed my hand, bringing it to her breast. “You won’t lose me,” she whispered. “You’ll always be in my heart.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke.

She took a deep breath, her expression softening. “I have another confession,” she said, a half-smile playing on her lips. “This may make you feel better.”

I looked at her, my heart pounding. “What?” I snapped, unable to hide my anxiety.

“As you know, I thought you were going to be away all weekend,” she began.

“And?” I prompted, my patience wearing thin.

“Well,” Michelle continued, “I was invited back to the hotel this evening as well. Phoebe asked us both to come back.”

I frowned. “Us?” I asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear it.

“Alan and I,” she said, not meeting my eyes. “We said yes.”

“So what changed?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

“Well, when you called this morning and said you were coming home early, I went out to lunch with Alan and then back to his place,” she admitted.

“Did you fuck him again?” I asked, then quickly corrected myself. “Sorry, ‘Make love to him,’” I said sarcastically.

Tears welled up in Michelle’s eyes as she looked at me. “No, but I did use my mouth to give him relief,” she said, dropping her stare. “He wanted me to go with him tonight, but I said no. I missed you.” She squeezed my hand as she spoke.

“Has he gone back?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Michelle replied. “He said something about seeing some other friends for poker.”

“So,” I said, my voice tinged with disbelief, “you turned down another night of fucking for me?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes shining with sincerity. “I really did miss you, sweetheart. I was going to make you cum so beautifully tonight.”

Michelle saw the look of surprise on my face and continued, her voice becoming more seductive. “Yes, my love. I wanted to make tonight special for you. I planned on teasing you, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging for release.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. “Tell me how,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Michelle’s eyes filled with a mix of guilt and resolve as she reached over to her vanity, picking up her favorite deep red lipstick. She held it up, showing it to me. “I was going to start by making sure you couldn’t take your eyes off my lips,” she whispered.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my face. Slowly, she twisted the tube, revealing the creamy red lipstick. With deliberate precision, she began to apply it to her lips, her eyes locked onto mine. The rich, creamy color coated her lips, making them look even more irresistible.

“Watch closely,” she whispered, her voice a sultry caress. “I want you to see every movement, to feel how much I want you.”

I could see the lipstick moving sensuously over her lips, her mouth parting slightly as she applied it. The creamy texture glided on smoothly, creating a perfect, thick layer of red that made her lips look fuller, more inviting.

Michelle moved her face closer to mine, her lips now inches away. I could feel the heat radiating from her as she pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose, leaving a faint red mark. Then she kissed her way down to my neck, leaving a trail of red imprints that made my skin tingle with anticipation.

“Imagine these lips wrapped around your cock,” she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. “Feeling every inch of you, making you moan with pleasure.”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me. She moved lower, her kisses trailing down my chest, each touch of her lips sending shivers through my body. When she reached my cock, she looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire.

“Feel this,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, the creamy lipstick smearing slightly as she took me into her mouth. The sensation was intoxicating—the warmth, the softness, the slick glide of her lips coated in that rich red lipstick.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I could feel the texture of the lipstick against my sensitive skin. She sucked slowly, taking me deeper, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her lips moving up and down my cock, the red smears marking her devotion, was almost too much to bear.

“Michelle,” I groaned, my hips bucking slightly. “Please.”

She pulled back, a trail of lipstick smeared across her lips and my cock. “Not yet,” she whispered, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I want to make this last.”

She began to stroke me with her hand, her red nails raking lightly over my skin, adding a delicious friction that drove me wild. Her touch was gentle yet insistent, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back over and over again.

“Do you like this?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr. “Do you like watching my lips, feeling the creamy texture, knowing that I’m doing this just for you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling with need. “Michelle, please. I can’t stand it.”

Michelle’s expression softened, and for a moment I saw the woman I had fallen in love with, the woman who was now tearing me apart with her actions. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice trembling.

I burst in her warm mouth. She clamped her red lips around my shaft, drawing all my seed into her. When I had subsided, she slowly took her mouth off me and showed me the white fluid on her tongue. Staring into my eyes, she swallowed it.

“But I still can’t stand the thought of you with Alan,” I whispered.

“What if I see him and not tell you? Or not tell you who I’ve met at a hotel rendezvous?” she said enquiringly as she sat back on the bed.

“That would be cheating and ruin what we have. The honesty between us is what allows this relationship to work,” I said, looking at her, waiting for an answer.

“I know, darling, you’re right,” she said, stroking my cheek. “I couldn’t do that to you anyway.”

Michelle reached out and held my hand, staring deep into my eyes. “I will promise you that I will not contact him or see him unless we discuss it first. I have and always will tell you when I go to another man, whether you watch or not. I will always come back to you because I love you deeply.” She sealed it with a kiss.

I nodded in acceptance and held her to me.

My Offer

Michelle, having just given me the most explosive orgasm of my life, lit a cigarette and reclined on the bed, her body still radiating the warmth of our passion. The room was thick with the scent of sex and smoke. She kept teasing me, spreading her legs wide and playing with herself. Her red nails circled her clit, occasionally dipping lower, making my cock twitch in response. Her creamy, thick red lips had just slid over my cock, draining me of my cum, and the memory of her swallowing it with a look of sensual delight melted my heart.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” I asked, my voice still thick with desire.

She looked at me tenderly, her eyes full of playful mischief. “Do you want me to?” she replied, her eyes sparkling.

“Will Alan be there?” I asked, curiosity mingled with apprehension.

“No, he’s playing poker with some of his other friends. He wasn’t really into the orgy scenario,” she explained nonchalantly.

I nodded, trying to process everything. “Are you into it?” I asked, searching her eyes.

“It was different and a lot of fun,” she admitted, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Seeing the other two girls being fucked was very arousing.”

“The thing I don’t like,” Michelle said candidly, “is there’s no seduction, no enticement. You just turn up and fuck.”

I laughed, my mind whirling with thoughts and images. “If you went back,” I paused, “Would you want me there?”

Michelle sat up, her movements fluid and sensual. “Would you want to be?” she asked excitedly. “It would be so much more intense with you watching.”

I nodded slowly, my mind starting to accept the idea. “You never know, Carol or Phoebe may give you a blow job,” she teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

I shook my head, feeling a mix of amusement and arousal. “Go on, get in the shower,” I said, trying to clear my head.

Twenty minutes later, we were walking to the car hand in hand. I was dressed casually while Michelle was stunning in a simple wrap-around dress, beige seamed stockings, and high stilettos. Her makeup was flawless, and of course, her thick red lipstick stood out. All the way there, she caressed me, teasing me with her long red nails, making my anticipation grow with every touch.

Arriving at the hotel, we headed to the penthouse. As we approached, we could hear a woman’s voice moaning in pleasure from outside the door. “Did you let them know we were coming?” I asked her.

“No, I thought we would surprise them,” Michelle replied with a playful grin.

She knocked, but there was no answer. She tried again, and the door opened a bit, revealing Carol’s face. When she saw us, she flung the door open, screaming happily. She was naked, her breasts bouncing, marked with passionate bites, her makeup smeared. She hugged Michelle tightly and then went to kiss me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I shuddered as I tasted her desire mingled with the remnants of another lover.

Phoebe appeared from a bedroom in a similar state to Carol with a man in tow. “You came back,” she said, happy to see Michelle, then glared at me. “You brought him,” she added with a touch of annoyance.

Michelle held my hand firmly and said, “Yes, it was actually his suggestion.” She kissed me softly on the lips, her eyes sparkling. Carol brought her a glass of champagne and said to me, “There’s beer in the fridge.”

We sat down, and Carol asked what happened with Alan. Michelle quickly looked at me and said nonchalantly, “He went off with his mates.”

Michelle Prepares to Re-Enact

Michelle then stood and held out her hand to me. “Pass me my bag, darling.” I passed her handbag, and she took out her lipstick. The room fell silent as all eyes were on her. With deliberate, sensual movements, she unscrewed the tube of lipstick and raised it to her lips.

She pouted slightly, exaggerating the fullness of her already plump lips, and began to apply the lipstick in slow, deliberate strokes. The rich red color glided over her lips, transforming them into an even more enticing shade. Each movement was precise, each stroke of color more arousing than the last. The men in the room couldn’t take their eyes off her, their cocks visibly stirring at the sight.

Once her lips were perfectly coated, she pressed them together, ensuring an even application. She pouted again, admiring her work, then looked up at the men, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She placed the lipstick back in her bag and stood up, her movements graceful and teasing. She undid the tie on her dress, letting it fall open slightly. She paused, allowing them a tantalizing glimpse of her lingerie-clad body beneath.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before them, naked except for her stilettos and stockings. The men were transfixed, their eyes roaming hungrily over her body.

Michelle did a slow, sensual twirl, showing off every inch of her flawless figure. “Which one of you studs wants to fuck me?” she asked, her voice a low purr. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she watched their reactions. The men looked at each other, their cocks getting harder by the second.

Michelle turned to me and told me to get naked. When I did, Phoebe, ever the bitch, said, “You can see why she wants other men,” laughing cruelly. Michelle ignored her, took me by the hand, and led me into the bedroom where the two studs were waiting.

“Sit down, baby,” she said, indicating a chair. I sat, and she gave me a quick kiss before turning to the men. They were hesitant with me watching, but Michelle just said, “Ignore him. Give me your cocks.” She sat on the bed and took them into her mouth. Her lipstick smeared onto their shafts, leaving vivid red marks. A few minutes of this, and she said to me, “Pass me my lipstick, darling. I want to give you a good show.”

I handed it to her, and she quickly applied a fresh coat. With that, she pushed one man onto the bed and took him deep into her mouth, licking and sucking with fervor. “I hope you’ve got enough stamina left for me,” she said, her voice thick with lust.

She rolled onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the mattress, only feet from me. She reached out to the other man and started rubbing his cock, her red nails flashing in the light.

“Relax, honey,” she cooed to him. “Fuck me,” she commanded, spreading her legs wide, her glistening pussy inviting him in.

He moved between her legs, seeing her pussy wet and waiting for him. He entered her slowly, and she moaned, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. The vision of what I saw on the phone came back to me: two men fucking my sexy wife.

Michelle grabbed the man she had been sucking and pulled him close, her nails teasing his balls as she sucked them into her mouth. The man inside her thrust deeper, his cock twitching from Michelle’s expert handling. “I’m close,” he groaned.

Michelle looked at me, smiling. “Remember this, darling,” she said. Recalling what I had seen on Phoebe’s phone, I nodded. Michelle took the man’s cock deeper into her throat, making him moan louder. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the slapping of flesh, and Michelle’s muffled cries.

The man inside her pussy grunted, his hips lifting her up as he rammed himself into her, finally cumming with a loud groan. Michelle pulled off the other man’s cock and cried out in absolute pleasure, demanding, “Cum on my face.”

She turned to look at me as he exploded, streams of cum crossing her face, her tongue, her red lipsticked lips, her hair, and down to her breasts. “Oh, yum,” she said, licking her lips and tasting his cum.

The men moved away, drained. Michelle looked at me, her arms outstretched, inviting me to her. I went to her, and she hugged me tightly. “Kiss me,” she said. I looked at her cum-covered face and her lips still coated with red lipstick. I hesitated, but then she stuck out her tongue, coated in cum, and said, “Suck it.”

My arousal overcame everything. I kissed her deeply, tasting the cum, feeling it on my face. Her breasts pressed against my chest, my cock hard and throbbing. Michelle scooped some cum from her breasts and rubbed it on my cock, stroking me slowly.

“Did you enjoy that show, darling?” she asked, her voice sultry. I burst in her hand, adding to the sticky mess.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured, licking the cum off her fingers. “I need some more of that,” she said, her eyes glinting with desire as she pulled me back into her embrace.

Michelle grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, her movements deliberate and methodical as she cleaned us both up. The room was filled with the scent of our recent coupling, thick and intoxicating, mingling with the lingering aroma of sweat and sex. Her touch was tender yet purposeful, wiping away the evidence of our passion.

She retrieved her stilettos from the floor, the click of her heels as she slipped them on echoing through the room, a stark reminder of the raw, primal energy that had just filled the space. Each step she took seemed to punctuate the reality of what had just transpired, grounding me in the present moment.

Her fingers deftly applied a fresh, thick coat of lipstick, the color rich and inviting on her lips. She paused for a moment, examining her reflection in the mirror, her expression a mix of satisfaction and contemplation. The sight of her perfectly composed and stunningly beautiful sent a shiver down my spine.

Turning to me, she said with a wicked smile, “Let’s see if the other two have any stamina left.” Her voice was sultry, dripping with mischief. My mind reeled from what I’d just witnessed – raw, unrestrained lust. Her words hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of more to come.

I followed Michelle back into the living area, still dazed and overwhelmed by the intensity of my encounter. The room was awash in a haze of post-coital bliss and raw sexual energy. Carol and Phoebe sat casually, their bodies glistening with fresh cum, utterly unbothered by their disheveled state. Carol locked eyes with me, a playful smirk curling her lips as she scooped a dollop of cum onto her finger and sensually slid it into her mouth, savoring the taste. The boldness of her action sent a shiver down my spine.

Phoebe gestured toward an empty dining chair, her tone casual yet laden with an underlying tension.

“Take a seat,” she said, her eyes flicking toward the door. As we chatted, the conversation was light, almost mundane, but Phoebe’s restlessness became increasingly apparent. She fidgeted, her gaze darting repeatedly toward the door as if anticipating something—or someone.

Michelle went to the mirror, standing she reapplied her lipstick, looking at the other two studs seductively.

The Appearance of the Stranger

A sudden knock broke the tenuous calm, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Phoebe leapt to her feet with nervous energy, peering through the spyhole. She made a subtle hand motion to the men in the room, and before I could fully process what was happening, they converged on me, their grips firm and unyielding. My protests were cut short as they swiftly bound me to the chair, the ropes digging into my skin.

I shouted, demanding an explanation, but my voice was lost in the chaos. Michelle, her face a mask of confusion, echoed my question. “What’s going on?” she asked, her tone a mix of fear and anger. The room was electric with tension, every eye trained on the door as Phoebe slowly opened it, revealing the unexpected visitor.

The door opened to reveal a tall, well-built man. Michelle, standing naked in her stilettos, gasped, “Alan,” her voice a blend of disbelief and recognition. She sank into a nearby chair, her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a scream.

Alan strode into the room with an air of casual dominance, his movements fluid and confident. His eyes, dark and intense, swept over the scene, taking in the bound form of my naked body, the cum-streaked faces of Carol and Phoebe, and finally the stricken figure of Michelle. He exuded an unsettling combination of charm and menace, a predator surveying his prey.

“Hi, Michelle,” he said, his voice smooth and self-assured. There was a hint of amusement in his tone as if he was savouring the chaos he had walked into. I struggled against my bonds, my anger and panic mounting, but my attempts to speak were quickly thwarted by Carol. With a swift, almost practiced motion, she grabbed a pair of knickers and shoved them into my mouth, muffling my protests.

Michelle’s eyes were wide with confusion and fear. She stammered, “How did you know I was here?” Her voice was barely audible, trembling with the weight of the situation.

Alan smirked, his gaze locking onto hers with a predatory intensity. “Phoebe called me,” he replied nonchalantly. “Said you might want to see me, a real man.” His words dripped with arrogance and condescension, and I could see Michelle’s face flush with a mixture of shame and anger.

The tension in the room was electric, every muscle in my body taut with anticipation. Michelle glared at Phoebe, her eyes blazing with fury. “You bitch,” she spat out, her voice venomous. Phoebe’s laughter rang out, a harsh, mocking sound that cut through the thick silence.

Alan’s eyes finally settled on me, tied to the chair, naked and humiliated. “So this must be your husband,” he said, a mocking tone in his voice. He took in my pathetic state with a cold, appraising look, his lips curling into a smirk.

Michelle’s face crumpled with shame, her eyes welling up with tears. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, this is Rick.”

Alan nodded in return, his expression one of detached amusement. He strode over to Michelle, pulling her up from the chair with a firm grip. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, kissing her deeply, possessively. Michelle’s body stiffened, her hands pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to break free. “No, it’s not right,” she protested, her voice muffled against his mouth.

Alan released her, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. Michelle stumbled slightly, her eyes wide with horror and confusion. She looked at me, then back at Alan, her body trembling. “I didn’t know,” she murmured, sinking to her knees in front of me. Her tears fell freely now, her voice a broken mantra. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Please, Rick, believe me,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I had no idea this would happen. I’m so, so sorry.”

Alan turned away from us, heading towards the bedroom with a confident swagger. He began to undress, peeling off his clothes with a casual ease that only heightened the tension. His physique was impressive, every muscle defined and taut. His erection stood out, proud and unabashed, a blatant display of his dominance.

My screams of protest were muffled by the gag, my body straining against the ropes that bound me.

The Seduction of Michelle

Carol and Phoebe each grabbed one of Michelle’s arms, dragging her up and guiding her towards the bedroom. Michelle resisted, her body tense with fear, but their grip was unyielding. “Please, no,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “You can’t do this. I don’t want this.”

She looked back at me, her eyes filled with desperation and sorrow. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, darling,” she cried, her voice cracking. Tears streamed down her face as Alan took her into his arms. She struggled, her body writhing against his, but he held her firmly.

“No, Alan, please,” Michelle begged, her voice rising in pitch. “This isn’t right. Let me go.” Alan’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he kissed her neck, his lips trailing a path of fire across her skin.

“No, this can’t be happening,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Alan’s hands found her breasts, his fingers kneading her nipples until they hardened. Michelle’s initial resistance began to falter, her body betraying her as she responded to his touch. “Please stop,” she gasped, her voice filled with desperation. “Rick is right there. He doesn’t deserve this.” Alan’s response was a deep, mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

He turned her to face me, his grip firm on her shoulders. His other hand forced her head around to meet his gaze, their eyes locking. Michelle’s resistance crumbled under the intensity of his kiss. Her body began to respond, her tongue seeking his as their kisses became more fervent, more desperate.

“Alan, please,” she whispered between kisses, her voice weak with conflicting emotions. “I can’t do this. Not here, not like this.” But Alan’s dominance was unrelenting, his hands moving with practiced precision as he continued to break down her defenses.

As he deepened the kiss, Alan’s free hand slid down Michelle’s body, his fingers trailing over her smooth skin. He caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth. “No, please, my husband is watching!” she murmured, her voice trembling, but her protests were growing weaker.

Alan’s hand continued its journey downward, slipping between her legs. Michelle shuddered as his fingers found her clit, stroking it lightly. “Please, Alan,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this.” Her body betrayed her, her hips instinctively moving towards his touch.

He slid a finger inside her, and Michelle moaned involuntarily, her eyes wide with a mixture of shame and arousal. “I’m sorry, Rick,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t help it. I’m so sorry.”

Alan broke the kiss, turning her to face him fully. Their lips met again, and he guided her hand to his cock. I watched in helpless agony as her fingers wrapped around him, her nails and wedding rings glinting in the soft light. The sight of her stroking him, her hand moving with a practiced rhythm, filled me with a boiling rage and a sickening sense of arousal.

“Please, Alan, no,” Michelle whispered, her voice barely audible. But her hand betrayed her words, moving with increasing confidence as she stroked him.

Carol handed her the lipstick, and Michelle hesitated for a moment before looking at Alan, who gave a slight nod. She applied it thickly, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and regret. “I’m so sorry,” she mouthed, her tears mingling with the crimson stain glistening on her lips.

Alan gently pushed her down to her knees, her face inches from his cock. With a last look at me, sitting in the chair, bound and sobbing, she guided it into her mouth, licking and sucking with an intensity that left no room for resistance. “Please forgive me,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his flesh. “I’m so sorry, Rick.”

Alan’s cock glistened with Michelle’s lipstick, the sight almost too much to bear. His head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as he reveled in the pleasure. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest as he pulled her back to her feet. In a swift, fluid movement, he lifted her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours, facing me.

Our eyes met again, and she mouthed, “I’m sorry,” shaking her head, her tears flowing freely. Alan moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself. He slid into her slowly, savoring the moment. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a moan of pure ecstasy escaped her lips. “Oh, fuck, Alan, you’re so thick,” she cried, her voice thick with lust and need.

Alan’s thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending ripples of pleasure through Michelle’s body. Her cries of pleasure grew louder, filling the room with their raw, primal intensity. “Yes, yes, Alan, deeper,” she moaned, her voice a sultry whisper. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

She gripped the bed sheets, her knuckles white as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. “Harder, Alan, please, I need you,” she begged, her voice cracking with desperation. “Oh God, you’re hitting all the right spots.”

Michelle’s moans became more frantic, her body trembling with the approach of her orgasm. “I’m going to cum, Alan, don’t stop,” she gasped, her breathing ragged. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum so hard.”

Alan’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own climax. “Cum for me, Michelle,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

With a final shuddering cry, Michelle’s body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. “Oh, fuck, Alan, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her voice a symphony of pleasure. Her body spasmed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves of ecstasy.

Alan continued to thrust into her, each movement drawing out her pleasure. “Yes, Alan, just like that,” she moaned, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum again.”

Alan responded with a deep, guttural growl, his thrusts growing more urgent. “Cum for me, Michelle,” he commanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Let me feel you cum around my cock.”

Michelle’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. “Oh God, Alan, yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, her voice breaking as she was overtaken by another powerful orgasm. “I’m cumming so hard, oh fuck!”

Alan’s body shuddered as he reached his own climax, a low, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest. He pulled out of Michelle, collapsing beside her on the bed, both of them spent and sated.

Phoebe closed the bedroom door, leaving Alan and Michelle to their post-coital bliss. The others dressed and left, Phoebe pausing to say, “The room is booked until 10 a.m. tomorrow. Enjoy.” She turned out the light, leaving me in darkness, alone with my thoughts.

As the quiet settled, I lay there, still bound and gagged, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions.

Suddenly, through the door, the muffled sounds of their passion began again. Michelle’s cries were softer now, but they carried a raw, primal edge that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Oh God, Alan, yes, right there!” Her voice was a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “Please don’t stop!”

Alan’s deep groans blended with her higher-pitched cries. “Fuck, Michelle, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Michelle’s moans grew more intense, more frenzied. “I’m cumming again, Alan! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Her voice broke, a symphony of pure, raw pleasure that made my gut twist in helpless rage and sickening arousal.

Their coupling was relentless, the rhythmic creaking of the bed and their shared vocalizations of pleasure filling the room, seeping into my mind, making it impossible to escape the reality of what was happening.

“Alan, you’re so deep,” Michelle cried out. “Fuck me harder, please!”

Alan’s voice was a low, guttural growl. “Take it, Michelle. Take every inch.”

The intensity of their lovemaking reached a fever pitch. “Oh God, yes, yes, yes!” Michelle’s screams were almost animalistic, her body clearly overwhelmed by pleasure.

I sobbed quietly, tears mingling with the sweat on my face. The sounds continued, each cry, each moan, each shout of pleasure carving deeper into my psyche until exhaustion finally took me. The cries of passion were the last sounds I heard as I slipped into a fitful, tormented sleep.

Continue in Part 3