Claire and Neil arrived at Karl’s place just as the takeaway delivery van was pulling away. It was perfect timing. Karl greeted her with a kiss; not a brotherly kiss but a full, passionate one on the lips. Karl looked at Neil as he finished; it was a look that emphasised that Claire belonged to him.

He helped her off with her coat and hung it up. He looked her up and down and gave her a whistle. “Wow, that does look good on you Claire,” he told her.

Neil looked on forlornly.

Karl asked her if she was warm enough and she told him she was fine. He took them through to the kitchen. Karl had already prepared the table and they sat down while he served up. As they ate Karl poured some wine for himself and Claire; Neil was driving so he couldn’t have any. The conversation was a little stilted at first, consisting of mainly small talk. Neil asked him what he did for a living and Karl explained that he owned a couple of hotels in the area and he had invested in good management which meant he could take things easier than most business owners. Apparently he had been a professional baseball player and invested his earnings wisely.

He was seated next to Claire and from time to time he rested a hand on her thigh. Neil’s eyes widened each time he touched her. It was almost as if he was waiting for it to move but Karl avoided letting his hand wander. Claire quickly realised that he was playing a psychological game with Neil; letting him know that he could touch her at anytime he felt like it. It was only as he poured the last of the wine into their glasses after the meal that he turned matters around to the evening’s agenda.

He rested a hand on Claire’s thigh again and said to her, “I expect you will be ready for bed soon, won’t you?”

Claire smiled. She was ready for bed now. “Yes. It was quite a busy day today and I am ready for an early night.”

Karl’s hand remained on her thigh and Neil was quick to notice that his hand was now placed on the hem of her nightdress, meaning it was also touching her bare flesh as well. To make matters even worse for Neil, Claire had parted her legs slightly.

“I... I expect that you want me to leave now?” he said to them.

“It’s okay Neil, there’s no immediate rush,” he told him. “I don’t want to push you out.”

Neil nodded.

“You are okay with Claire sharing my bed tonight aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he told him quietly. “It’s fine with me.”

Karl’s hand suddenly began to move backwards along Claire’s thigh taking the hem of the nightdress with it.”

Neil’s jaw dropped and he sat open mouthed as Claire’s panties came into view. He swallowed hard when Karl’s fingers reached the crotch of her panties. For a moment there was a stunned silence and then Neil swallowed again as Karl’s fingers began to stroke her mound through the silk material. Claire moaned softly.

“Tell me Neil,” Karl said, “How does Claire compare to other women you have had in bed?”

It was a question that stunned them both.

“W... well she’s the best,” he replied nervously. “That’s why I married her.”

“So I won’t be disappointed tonight then?”

Neil didn’t answer. It was a rhetorical question anyway. Claire though smiled to herself. She knew exactly what he was up to. Karl was a master at manipulating cuckolds. She looked at Neil. She felt sorry for him, not in a condescending way; she still loved him and always would. It was just that he was way out of his depth and she wondered if he would be able to take all that Karl was capable of dishing out.

“Would you mind taking your wife’s panties off for me please, Neil?”

Neil cleared his throat as he stood up and came around the table to them. Karl pulled his hand away and pulled her nightdress right back. Neil’s hands were shaking as he pushed his fingers inside the waistband of them. Claire lifted her hips and Neil tugged at them. Moments later they were being pulled from around her ankles.

Karl ran his fingers over the well trimmed dark triangle of dark pubic hair. “You wife has a beautifully cunt, Neil,” he told him. “I am going to enjoy tasting her in a few minutes time when you leave.”

Neil swallowed hard as he stood there passively watching Karl’s fingers stroke her mound.

“Does she taste good down there, Neil?”

Neil managed to give a nod in reply.

“Some women don’t like a man using his tongue on them down there,” he said. “I take it Claire is not one of them?”

Claire moaned softly. It wasn’t just the attention she was getting from Karl’s fingers, it was also the way that he was teasing and taunting Neil.

Neil nodded again. “No,” he told him. “Claire isn’t one of those. She definitely likes oral.”

“That’s good Neil because I love to give oral. I like to spend a long, long time down there.”

Claire groaned.

“Your wife hasn’t seen my cock yet, has she?”

Neil jolted as he looked at him. Claire too opened her eyes wide.

Karl suddenly pulled away and stood up. “Why don’t you show her, Neil?”

Both Neil and Claire were stunned. Claire looked at Neil wondering if he would actually rise to the bait.

“You... you want me to... “

Karl smiled as he nodded.

For a moment Neil remained still. The tension was tangible. Suddenly he stepped forward and reached for the buckle of Karl’s slacks. Claire was gobsmacked as she watched her husband unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. Then he stooped down and pulled them down along with his boxers. He pulled them down to his knees and then stepped back.

Claire had seen it before, of course, but she wanted to make it seem like it was the first time. “Jeeeeeez,” she said loudly. “It’s a monster.”

Claire sat up and reached out with her hand. The look on Neil’s face was indescribable as she took hold of Karl’s manhood. Karl reached out with his hand and rested it on her head.

“Does Claire like to give head, Neil?”

Neil nodded, still staring at Claire’s hand wrapped around his cock.

“And I take it she likes to swallow?” he asked him as he gently pulled her head towards him. “She‘s not one of these who spits it all out then?”

Neil shook his head again as Claire pulled Karl’s manhood to her lips. He gasped as her lips folded around the tip. Karl let out a loud groan.

“I think you better go now Neil,” he told him. “Looks like your wife is eager to get to bed.”

Neil managed to pull himself together and began to move.

“You’ll need to take your wife’s nightdress with you,” Karl told him.

Neil stepped forward but Karl was already pulling the hem up and over her body. He stared at his wife’s naked body as Karl handed it to him. He held on to it for a few moments and then turned to walk away.

“Wait,” Karl shouted.

Neil turned and Karl tossed Claire’s panties to him. “Take these as well,” he told him as he began to strep out of his pants that had now fallen around his ankles.

Claire stepped forward and reached for Neil to kiss him. “Send me a text when you get home,” she told him. “I’ll call you later.”

Neil hugged her. There was a look of sadness in his eyes. She knew that he didn’t want to leave without her but she also knew that if she did go with him he would be disappointed and unfulfilled. She reached down and touched his bulge. “I’ll take care of you tomorrow when you come back to collect me,” she told him.

Moments later the door was closed behind him. Now it was just she and Karl, left to spend the night alone together. He took her in his arms and kissed her before taking her back to the kitchen. He picked up his clothes and then took her into the lounge by the hand.

“There’s something we need to take care of first,” he told her.

Claire stood there and watched as he picked up her hairbrush; an old, well used hairbrush that her grandmother had given her years before as a keepsake. He held it tightly in one hand as he placed his other around the small of her back and guided her to an armchair that had a very high back. Guiding her around the back of the chair he then lifted her so that her hands rested on the seat while her waist rested on the edge, her feet however were almost a foot from the floor, making her position precarious. Karl pressed a leg against the back of her legs holding her securely against the back of the chair. Claire felt quite defenceless balanced on the back of the chair.

With one hand resting on her waist Karl held the brush in the other and pressed it gently against her bottom. “This will hurt,” he told her, “but we have to establish the authority here as far as our relationship is concerned. Do you understand, Claire?”

“Yes,” she replied quietly.

There were six blows in all; hard, quick blows that rained down on alternate cheeks. Claire was sobbing as he pulled her back on her feet and held her tightly against him. His hardness pressed into her tummy as he held onto her until her tears subsided. “Thank you,” she told him as she kissed him.”I needed that.”

Karl kissed her and looked her in the eye. “My pleasure,” he told her as he smiled.

Claire rested her head against his chest for a few moments and held his erection in her hand. He had everything she needed. She had never felt as complete as she did at that moment. Karl was strong and masterful and he was also an insatiable lover. She looked down at his manhood in her hand; there was nothing more she needed in her life at that moment. She looked back up at him and kissed him before slowly sinking to her knees.

She held the tip of his cock between thumb and forefinger and reached out with her tongue to his scrotum. Her tongue flickered all over his huge hanging sac before it ran slowly up his shaft. She reached its tip and flickered around the opening before running back down again. Twice more she did this before she took as much of his manhood as she could in her mouth. Karl gripped the back of her head and pulled her hard against him making her gag. As he pulled back she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and began to slowly move her hand back and forth.

Karl wanted to fuck her, she knew that. He wanted to stop and fuck her now but Claire remained on her knees using her hand and lips on him. She watched his eyes closing as the pleasure of her attention took over. She wanted him in her mouth. She wanted to pleasure him this way and fill her mouth with his seed. He would recover quickly; Karl was a very virile lover. It would not be long before she would be flat on her back in his bed; legs wide apart and welcoming his manhood inside her.

Claire reached between his thighs with her free and held his sac. His eyes opened and looked down at her; Claire gave them a gentle squeeze and increased the strokes of the other hand. His eyes closed again. Suddenly she felt his testicle sac move in her hand; his mouth let out a huge groan and his cock twitched. She readied herself for that first spurt of cum but it never came. Karl pulled back and pushed her hands away; his cock was in his own hand now. There was nothing she could do to stop him as he gripped the back of her head and held her tightly. The first spurt of cum hit her squarely between her eyes. The second hit her forehead. Two more squirts landed in her hair. The final one he held back until he forced his cock between her lips. Claire swallowed and then held his cock in her mouth until the very last droplet had left him.