The aperitif

“That's a good cuck,” I said spitefully. “Go on, get your cock out and wank!” The loathing was obvious to everyone in the room. “My cunt's aching for a real prick.” When I looked at him, I was surprised and shocked by what I saw. Lust! Pure unadulterated lust. Unmistakable. Despite the disgust I felt for him, I knew his eyes mirrored mine.

"Samantha, I'm waiting." The voice behind me was harsh and impatient. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jerry, already undressed with his cock pointing up towards the ceiling. In the soft lighting that filled our lounge, it was glistening from the saliva and spunk. A discrete, wicked smile spread across my face; It was my saliva.

The invitation

“Samantha here,” I said impatiently, wondering who the hell was calling during the kid's lunch hour. “Hello, who is this?” I asked, irritated.

“It's me.”

“What do you want, Paul?” The bitchiness sounded awful, but I couldn’t help it. “I'm busy and haven't got all day you know,” I said sarcastically. I heard him sigh and suppressed a malicious smile. “I’m listening.”

“Mr. Henderson, my boss is in town and I've invited him over for dinner tonight. It’s a done deal so there’s no use getting mad. Make it happen.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” he asked, sounding confused.

"Why did you invite him for dinner this evening?"

“Oh. Because he's staying over tonight and I thought it might be nice for him to join us for dinner…”

“You thought wrong then didn’t you,” I said nastily, deliberately interrupting him.

“Anyway,” he continued as if not having heard me, “Instead of having to eat alone in some anonymous hotel, I thought he could eat with us!”

I signed. That was Paul, always the good Samaritan, always thinking of others and unfortunately, always making it my problem.

"Do we really have to?" I could hear the irritation in my voice, but couldn't help it.

"Well, it won't hurt my prospects," he added thoughtfully, "And remember next year, old Hawkins is retiring and they haven't named his successor yet, soooo....." He deliberately left the sentence unfinished. I signed.

"Okay, I'll sort something out," I said in exasperation, "Mind you nothing fancy."

Hors-d’oeuvre

The headlights reflected on the living room wall as Paul turned into the drive. It was almost seven, and they were late. Another vehicle parked behind ours. A Range Rover, new and very expensive. I was impressed. I heard the car doors shutting, and went through the mental checklist in my head while making my way to the front door. Upon entering the hallway, I caught a whiff of aromatic Indian flavors escaping the kitchen, and my mouth watered.

'At least the curry smells good,' I thought, checking my appearance in the full-length mirror. After preparing dinner, I'd taken a long scented bath, basically to relax and before putting on the 'war paint' as Paul calls it, opened my closet and pondered on what to wear. Eventually, I decided on a conservative cream colored blouse with a matching mid-length skirt. Unsure of what to expect, I played it safe. White delicate lingerie, barely discernable made me feel feminine, together with the black stockings and suspenders I was wearing. A pair of elegant diamond earrings, gold necklace, and a matching bracelet completed the outfit and after quickly scrutinizing my reflection, I was pleased with the result. Sufficiently classy to show I cared, but sexy enough to make one wonder.

The front door opened and Paul, closely followed by Mr. Jerry Henderson entered the hallway. Now whenever I hear a name like "Jerry Henderson," it always conjures up an image of an older, portly gentleman, usually balding and gone to seed. However, in this case, I was wrong. Very wrong. In fact, I had to stop my jaw from falling open. Not that he wasn’t good looking; he was gorgeous! Not just ordinary gorgeous, but mind staggering "Hugh 'Wolverine' Jackman," gorgeous.

At five foot eleven, Paul isn’t easily overlooked but compared to Jerry, he looked short. His boss was a good three inches taller and definitely broader in the shoulders. A lot broader, and although he must have been at least ten years older than Paul, he looked younger. He had a full head of hair, a chest that looked as hard as granite and a waistline that even I could be jealous of. A sharp looking, black satin shirt did it's best to hide his impressive torso, but with a body seemingly sculptured by the Greek gods, it only seemed to enhance it.

After Paul did the introductions, he said he'd offered Jerry our guest room, as his boss reached out to shake hands. But instead of shaking hands, he raised it to his lips. He didn’t squeeze my hand, break my fingers or rip my arm out of its socket and I was impressed. This was a man who knew his strength. Not only was I impressed, I was also a little infatuated. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. The man exuded sex, in spades and knew how to use it. Our eyes met and a shiver of anticipation course through my body reaching my loins and caused my cunt to ache. I watched him mentally undress me and I tried suppressing the ripple of pleasure running down my spine. I failed.

As if reading my thoughts, Jerry's eyes sparkled.

“Enchanted, Samantha. Please don’t blame Paul for our tardiness,” he said in a teasing tone, knowing full well I wouldn't make a scene. “When we were at the hotel, it was my idea to have a drink.” I nodded my understanding. I opened my mouth to reply, but my throat dried up.

“W… Why thank you, Mr. Henderson,” I stammered regaining my composure. “Please, call me Sam or Sammy if you like.” His smile suddenly disappeared, and I wondered what had caused this sudden change of mood.

“Samantha, I'm in your house, as your guest and therefore I see no need for formalities.” Again his thousand-watt smile sent me reeling. “So... From now on, you will call me Jerry,” he paused and then winked. “Or Sir.” His eyes laughed at his little joke and I blushed furiously. He still held my hand and before it started getting awkward, I tried pulling back my arm, but he wouldn't let go. I quickly shot a nervous glance at Paul. Jerry followed my gaze and smile reassuringly.

“Paul,” he said sounding serious, “You didn't do your wife justice when you told me about her this afternoon. Look at her man, she's beautiful, no, beautiful doesn't even begin to describe her, she's stunning.” Now I was really blushing. “You're one very lucky bloke,” he continued. Then he looked at me again. His gaze was more intense and I could feel my body responding to his attention. I didn’t need to look down at my chest to see if my hardening nipples were visible; I knew they were!

Paul, who was beaming from ear to ear at the compliments Jerry was paying me, seemed oblivious to my physical reaction and Jerry, knowing exactly what was going on, surreptitiously winked at me and released my hand. At last, I could seek sanctuary in my kitchen and when I turned away, I heard Paul speak.

"I'm going upstairs to change into something casual. Can you make Jerry comfortable?"

“I could do that and a lot more besides,” I mumbled under my breath and was surprised by the depth of my feelings. “Okay, sure,” I replied and without further ado moved down the hallway, smiling smugly and swinging my hips a little more than necessary.

I’d automatically assumed Jerry would go into the lounge, but as I pulled the bottle of Becks from the refrigerator, a hard body came up behind and pressed into me. Large hands slid around my waist and moved upwards towards my breasts. As I felt strong fingers manipulate my nipples, I knew I should have stopped him but I couldn’t.

Jerry’s expensive aftershave was intoxicating and replaced the delicious curry aroma in my nostrils. I threw my head sideways and felt his lips on my neck while agile fingers turned me on enormously. I heard myself moaning softly and willed him to go further. Then without warning, he spun me around and looked at me. Well, when I say me, I mean my breasts. I followed his gaze and gasped. Not only were my 34c's nicely outlined, but my erect nipples were clearly visible, poking teasingly through the thin fabric. I just stared at him.

He raised a knowing eyebrow and smiled dangerously. Then he reached forward.

I flinched and immediately felt foolish. He was accepting his beer. However, when our fingers touched, it felt like an electric shock passed between us and I almost dropped the bottle. With rattlesnake reflexes, Jerry caught it before it crashed to the floor and stared at me. I stood there feeling very confused, amongst other things.

“God, Samantha!” he exclaimed after opening his beer and taking a swig. “You're a fucking piece of work.” He eyed me hungrily. “What do you want?” he demanded harshly. “Do you want me to fuck you right now?” I did, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I felt myself getting all hot and bothered. I bit my bottom lip while he smiled dangerously.

“I bet your knickers are soaking wet,” he said provocatively, “If you're wearing any!” I shook my head adamantly.

He caught my hand in mid-air as I tried to slap his face for insulting me and laughed. A loud dominant laugh and his eyes suddenly threatening. The outstretched hand released mine and grabbed the waistband of my skirt, tugging it. The sudden movement caused me to lose my balance and I stumbled forward, allowing Jerry to catch me and pull me towards himself. Our faces were only inches apart, and I could see the lust in his eyes. He pressed his mouth to my ear.

"You fucking dirty bitch, Sammy, you want it so bad, don’t you. You’re dying for some cock aren’t you?"

I nodded miserably.

“Take me,” I whispered softly. “Take me here, in the kitchen. Make me yours.” I was playing with fire but couldn't deny how I felt. Jerry turned me around his erection poking into my bum. He shuffled the both of us towards the kitchen counter and pressed me forward, making me lean over the hard surface. Then he grabbed my hips. While my boobs were being squashed deliciously into the hard cold marble, I reached for my skirt.

“Is this what you want,” he said hoarsely, his hips bucking wildly and his bulge bumping hard into me. I nodded my head and gripped my skirt, pulling it towards my waist. His erection pressed deliciously between my buttocks. “Well, Slut?”

I nodded my head again, sobbing from frustration. I was in a right state. My heart was racing, my breathing was ragged and my cunt was dripping wet. I needed it badly and to hell with the consequences. Unfortunately, as my stocking tops came into view we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Talk about untimely intervention. Jerry immediately backed away and left me wanting.

Reluctantly I stood up and faced him, seeing the lust in his eyes. Shame washed over me because I knew they mirrored mine. I glanced at his groin and saw the huge bulge he was sporting and my resolve almost weakened again. Finally, I came to my senses. "Please," I said desperately, my voice still thick with lust, "Please go and sit in the lounge. Whatever you may think, I don't need any complications at the moment."

Even though my husband and I weren’t in what one would call domestic bliss, we were still married and the last thing I wanted or needed was Paul catching me in a compromising position. My eyes pleaded with him. My husband’s footsteps drew closer and the cold sweat running down my back caused me to shiver. “Please…”

After what seemed an eternity, Jerry picked up his beer bottle and casually disappeared into the dining room. Having hastily regained my composure, I moved towards the cooker to check the dinner and heard Paul enter the kitchen. I swallowed hard. Not a moment too soon.

"How's it going?" He asked casually walking over to the cupboard.

“Fine,” I said stirring the curry. “Jerry's in the lounge relaxing. Why don't you join him, dinner's almost done." Preoccupied with getting his regular beer glass, he hardly heard me and I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized he hadn’t any idea of what had just taken place in his house. I reached for a glass of wine and tried to ignore my trembling hand. Seconds later I jumped again as Paul, like Jerry moments before, put his arms around my waist. It was all I could do to stop myself from recoiling from this physical intimacy, such was the loathing I felt.

"Thanks Sammy for making this happen, this means a lot. If I can make a good impression on Jerry, then old Hawkin's job is mine." That's when the penny dropped. He wasn't interested in me, or what I wanted. He was only going through the motions, hoping I’d try harder for him. A feeling of revulsion washed over me. Was that all I was to him? An obedient trophy wife to be used when needed and then set back on the shelf.

'What about what I want,' I thought bitterly.

"That’s okay, Darling," I lied and shuddered with revulsion when his lips caressed my neck. "I'll do my best." As he cuddled me I couldn't help comparing both men and unfortunately for Paul, it wasn't looking good for him. I twisted in his arms and pulled away.

"In fact," I said innocently, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure." That last remark almost made me laugh but would have piqued his curiosity, so I just smiled blandly. I moved to the stove and stirred the curry. In the kitchen window, I saw his reflection watching me intently. Unsure how to handle my cavalier attitude he looked indecisively around the kitchen and then back at me.

"I'll take Jerry another beer then."

"You do that."

"Yes, yes yes!" He exclaimed excitedly while opening the fridge. "This is going to be fucking amazing." He lowered his voice as if conveying a secret. "This time next year, I'll be in old Hawkins's seat," and closed the fridge door after grabbing the beers. As he left the room, I couldn’t help being glad to see the back of him.

I was alone with my thoughts and as the naan bread baked and the curry simmered, my body tingled as I thought about what almost happened. Reaching for my handbag, I rooted around until I found what I was looking for and held it before my eyes. The jeweled end sparkled in the bright kitchen lights while I wondered if I dared. It didn't take me long to make up my mind.

Afterward, all I could do was think about was how much of an impression this would make on Jerry.

Entree

Dinner was better than I imagined it could have been. The food was cooked to perfection, the beer and wine flowed freely, helping me relax and the conversation, far from consisting of boring shop talk, was lively, exciting and diverse. I was mellow enough that when Paul opened his mouth I didn’t get automatically irritated and now and again, Jerry would say something provocative and throw me a sideways glance to see if I was watching him. When our eyes met, he’d give me a saucy wink, and I felt my pussy twitch. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was Jerry’s constant attention, or probably a combination of both, but the result was the same.

At times, I had to cross my arms to camouflage the fact that my nipples were trying to burst through my blouse and down south, things weren't much better. My unobtrusive underwear was reduced to a sodden rag, an expensive sodden rag to be sure, and because I was getting hornier and hornier, the gusset was slowly disappearing into my pink wetness. In an effort to staunch the flow, I kept crossing my legs, but that just seemed to make things worse. Deep in my heart, I knew it was ridiculous. There was no way Jerry could have his way with me tonight. Short of bludgeoning Paul into a coma, or getting him so paralytic he wouldn't be able to remember his own name, I couldn't see how he could have my peach and eat it. Still, it was good to know I hadn't lost the ability to turn other men on.

Later we adjourned to the sitting room and after I fetched the coffee, I sat next to Jerry on the couch. Somehow, on a couch built for three, he sat there so expansively we couldn't help touching. More than once he pressed his thigh deliberately against mine and I responded. I could feel the heat of his body radiating through the denim fabric and my temperature began to rise. Paul, sitting opposite us was so engrossed in telling Jerry about his ideas for the future, he had no idea of the sexual tension building up between me and his boss.

Suddenly he laid his iPad on the table for Jerry to look at and as I leaned forward to show some interest, a finger caressed my neck. I felt my body stiffen at first, then relax as waves of pleasure ran down my spine. Paul, seemingly blind to everything going on in front of his eyes, got up to, "Fetch the boys another beer, and make some room for more." That was a mistake.

We watched him leave the room before Jerry grabbed my head and pulled it to his. Our mouths met and his tongue forced its way past mine. I didn't resist because... Well, I didn't want to. As our tongues dueled, Jerry slid his hand up my thigh and then under my skirt. He didn't stop until he made contact with my soaking wet gusset. I told you, I liked what he was doing.

His fingers slipped beneath the silken fabric and I held my breath as another man's fingers brushed against my sex. Pressing home, he split my vulva open and forced my pussy lips to accept his intrusion. My juices flowed freely and covered his hand with musky sap as his fingers pushed inside me eliciting a soft groan from my lips. Jerry's fingers curled against my cunt wall and I held my breath, feeling my loins tense as he probed deeper and I adjusted my sitting position to make access easier... The sound of the toilet flushing filled my ears and my body slumped in disappointment. Jerry sensing my change of mood immediately stopped fooling around and looked at me; his eyes alight with desire.

“I want you so much, it's painful,” he said wincing as his erection pressed painfully against his jeans. “I’ve got to have you!” he said tight-lipped. I stood up reluctantly and smoothed my ruffled skirt down my thighs.

“I don't know how,” I said sultrily, “But I'll be ready!” My voice was thick with lust. From the kitchen, I heard the refrigerator door open, whilst I ran a hand through my hair and adjusted my blouse and sat back down. Paul entered from dining room carrying a bottle of Tequila, three shot glasses, and a broad smile. I looked at him incredulously.

"What are you doing?" I asked through gritted teeth and watched him stop and face me.

"Just trying to get the party started," he said innocently and raised his eyebrows at me. I glared at him, whilst thinking of a fitting reply.

"A party needs more than just Tequila," I spat back, my frustration getting the better of me.

"Oh I'm sure you'll be all right after a couple of these," he said condescendingly and raised the bottle again.

I saw red and stormed off into the kitchen to fetch some wine. 'How dare he,' I fumed, drawing on a cigarette. I tried calming down as smoke gently wafted towards the ceiling from my corner of my mouth, but it wasn’t easy. Paul knows what happens when I drink Tequila. The fiery Mexican liquor has caused me to lose my knickers more than once, mostly in questionable circumstances, but that was a long, long time ago. I’m older now, more responsible, but the memories remain.

Opening the fridge, I refilled my wine and automatically picked up a fresh lemon. After picking up the salt, I returned to the lounge and sure enough on the coffee table stood three shot glasses filled to the brim. As soon as I was seated, a glass was thrust into my hand.

"So Paul tells me you do incredible things after a couple of these," Jerry said as downed his glass. I smiled wickedly.

“I do incredible things without Tequila,” I said smirking wildly, “But with Tequila, I'll blow your mind.” A raised eyebrow challenged me to elaborate. I stared at him and burst out laughing.

“I can't tell you,” I said giggling wildly, “My husband might hear,” and we both fell about laughing.

“But,” I said raising a finger in the air, “If you want to find out, maybe you should pour me another,” and fell about laughing again.

"Your wish is my command," replied Jerry while grabbing the bottle.

"It could be... if you play your cards right," I giggled naughtily.

"That’s my intention!" he muttered.

The second glass followed the first and tasted even better. Feeling quite tipsy I reached for my wine glass when Jerry asked a question that made me squirm.

“So Sammy, have you ever been unfaithful?” It took a moment for the question to sink in, mostly because it was so unexpected and provocative. I wanted to say “Of course not,” but he knew better. That's why he was grinning so unpleasantly.

"Well..." I began, stammering, trying to get my thoughts together.

"It wasn't a difficult question, Samantha," Paul joined in.

I looked daggers at Jerry for putting me on the spot and wished he’d kept his mouth shut, but he hadn't. And to make matters worse, he grabbed his groin provocatively and rubbed his manhood.

"Come on Samantha, It isn’t hard! A simple yes or no will suffice."

"You bastard. You fucking rat bastard," I mumbled unhappily, chewing on my thumbnail.

"Okay, what I really meant is... could you be unfaithful?" With hubby sitting only a few feet away and listening attentively, I needed to choose my words carefully.

"Wh... When I agreed to forsake all other men, I meant it and I can honestly say I've never been to bed with another man since." I saw Jerry smirk. He wasn't going to be so easily deflected.

“Soooo, if you fancied someone... say someone at work,” he continued, “You wouldn’t try a bit on the side?” I wanted to scream at him to shut the fuck up, but watching him caress his cock and knowing how much I wanted it, was getting me confused.

"Nooooooo," I lied finally. "I'm married to Paul and that's that!"

"And what about you, Paul, would you ever cheat on Samantha?" Although Jerry was talking to my husband, he quickly turned his attention to me when he heard my bitter laugh.

"Did I say something funny?" His eyes flared momentarily until he saw me shaking my head.

"Him," I repeated angrily, "He wouldn't cheat on me, he can't!" Paul made a movement in his chair, but a gesture from Jerry stopped him in his tracks. He looked at me steadily and told me to keep talking. Maybe it was the drink, or spite, or both. It didn't matter, I let him have it with both barrels.

“He can't cheat on me,” and gulped down my wine. “Because the limp dicked bastard can't get it up unless he watches porn.”

"You fucking cow!" Paul shouted across the room. "Don't you dare say another word or I'll... I'll..." Again Jerry ordered him to calm down.

“You'll what? Fuck me, beat me,” I yelled back. “It takes a real fucking man to do that and believe me, baby,” I was really getting into my stride now, “That's something you're definitely not!” My temper was up and my tone was hard and sarcastic. “Or do I need to get one of your porn Dvd's so you can get a hard on.” Despite my anger, the last words came out as a sob. A sob of pure frustration.

The main course

"You know Jerry," I said calmly after regaining my composure. "We used to enjoy them together, laugh at them before fucking our brains out, but that was a long time ago." Jerry looked at me, then Paul and then back at me.

"You're kidding me, right?" he said, sounding astounded. "You mean..."

"I haven't been fucked in months. Mr. Wanker here," and I looked directly at Paul, "Likes to stay up late and watch the porno channels, and while he watches he gets his dick out and jerks it until he shoots his load into his handkerchief." Obviously livid at what I was saying, Paul, glared at me, his eyes looking murderous. If we were alone, I would have been frightened.

"Fucking hell, is this true?" Jerry's voice was full of disbelief as he looked across the living room. Paul shuffled uneasily in his chair, but I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easy.

"Don't try and deny it, you bastard," I yelled, "I've watched you from upstairs. Jesus Christ, I've even filmed you doing it, yes that's right, with my iPhone." That stunned him.

"You did what?" both men asked simultaneously. I swallowed hard.

"I said I filmed you so I could show it to a divorce lawyer if I needed to." Paul's face froze.

"You want a divorce?" He asked, his voice trembling. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know yet,” I said reticently, “But I know I'm not prepared to spend the rest of my days getting my jollies with a dildo.”

"You've got a dildo?" Paul asked angrily. I nodded unhappily. I saw Jerry looking at both of us, deep lines of concentration wrinkling his brow, and to be honest, I thought he was going say he was leaving us to talk.

"Ah stop sulking man." Paul looked up at his boss. “So you like looking at porn? Well, who doesn’t? But not when someone as hot as Samantha is begging for cock.” Paul looked down at the floor. “Jesus Christ, I'd fuck her any day."

'I didn't want to be fucked any day, I wanted to get fucked today,' my brain screamed, but I kept my mouth shut.

"But, but," whined my useless husband and immediately my temper flared. Jerry spoke before I could.

"Samantha, would you fuck someone if he," and he nodded at Paul, "Said it was okay."

"You mean... like a threesome, with... him." The distaste sounded cruel, but I couldn't help it.

"No, no, no," said Jerry shaking his head emphatically. "I mean one on one, you and me doing the horizontal tango!" and he bucked his hips emphatically. My heart screamed yes, but my expression remained cool. I caught sight of Jerry's eyes and saw them sparkling with amusement.

"Mmmm I don't know," I said hoping the tremor in my voice didn't betray my real feelings. "Paul would never agree to that. It's one thing watching porn, it's quite another watching your wife being boned by another man. especially if the other man is his boss." I glanced at him and saw him looking at me steadily.

"Besides," I said coolly, "After everything I’ve been through, why should he be the one to say who I can and can't fuck. One thing’s for sure, I'm done with him." Jerry looked surprised at my outburst.

"But I thought you wanted..."

"Oh I do," I said huskily, “but before I rip your clothes off, I want to make one thing clear. Paul gave up the right to control me a long ago. If I want to fuck you,” I paused for effect, “I will!”

"Please Sammy," whined Paul ingratiatingly.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Paul, before you make things worse.” My exasperation was clearly audible.

"I never meant to hurt you, it's just..." I looked at him, my stare cold and hard expression shutting him up.

“I don’t care,” resting my hand on Jerry’s lap.

"I'm sure you do," Paul said flatly, "but we both know you can't... You're too nice... And soft."

“Well luckily, I don’t need your permission anymore,” I said cooly and felt the tab of Jerry’s zipper between my fingers. I tugged gently and felt it give. Jerry looked at me, smirking. “Oh, Paulie, Paulie, Paulie,” I carried on condescendingly. “You really are in for a shock aren't you. You see, I can be a nasty bitch if I have to... That's not the problem. What we really need to know is can you handle watching me getting fucked.” He obviously didn't believe me because his habitual sardonic smile appeared again.

"Sure baby, whatever," he said sarcastically. I sat there fuming.

“I need more wine,” I said and stood up. Without another word, I walked to the kitchen. I could hear Jerry asking if Paul realized what was happening. Paul's answer was both belittling and humiliating. Boy, was he wrong?

Dessert

When I entered the living room, I looked at Jerry openly massaging his cock and giving me the come hither look but ignored him. I picked up the Tequila and poured myself a glass. Sauntering sexually over to where Paul was sitting, I bent forward and showed him what I’d removed in the kitchen. His eyes moved over my body and widened in surprise.

"Ah, you've noticed. Can my Cuckold see down my blouse?" He nodded, wincing when he heard the 'C' word.

"Good," I nodded satisfied. "Then you've seen I'm not wearing a bra anymore. Can you see how erect my nipples are?" Again Paul nodded.

“Now according to you, I'm too much of a chicken shit and wouldn't dare to fool around. Isn’t that what you said while I was in the kitchen.” Another nod. I started undoing the buttons on my blouse. one for one.

“Do you still think that,” I asked as the front of my blouse fell open. Paul just stared unbelievingly at me. I looked proudly at my bare breasts and continued.

“Before I fuck your boss, I want you to see what you’ve given away.” I blew him a kiss and turned away.

“Samantha,” Paul bellowed, but I wasn’t listening. I looked at Jerry and saw him smile hungrily.

"I want you," he mouthed.

"I'll be right with you, stud," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I'm just getting my cuckold ready." I saw him grin savagely when he heard Paul's new designation. I turned back to my husband and spoke directly to him.

"In a couple of minutes, Cuck, you're gonna see me getting fucked. Fucked by a real man, right here in your house, in front of your nose and you’re going to to do nothing about it." He swallowed hard, his savage eyes flickering angrily between me and his boss. Aware of what he was capable of, I grabbed hold of his face and held it tightly.

“While you're watching me use your boss, you can just sit there and watch. Is that clear.” He tore his jaw irritably from my grip and his expression stiffened. His mouth became petulant as I straightened up and I saw his hands grip the armrests defiantly. This needed taking care of so I pressed my mouth to his ear and whispered my trump card.

"And Paul." He heard the soft threatening tone and stiffened. "Don't think for a minute, you can back out this because if you do, I’ll let it slip you invited Jerry here so you could get old Hawkins's job." His eyes widened in disbelief. Even though it was a lie, he knew if Jerry believed he was being played, Paul could kiss the promotion goodbye. The look he gave me was pure poison.

"I see we understand each other!"

I stood up and went over to Jerry. I saw his bulge and smiled encouragingly. I sat next to him, crossing my legs and letting my skirt ride high up my thighs. My stocking tops came into view and his already infectious grin broadened. I slid my hand onto his lap and let it rest there, feeling the hardness and smiled encouragingly.

“Do you like my stockings, Jerry? I'm wearing them especially for you.” He nodded and licked his lips. “That’s not the only surprise I’ve got for you,” I said matter-of-factly and watched him raise his eyebrows. I smiled mysteriously and shook my head. "You'll see." My fingers sought his zipper and tugged at the little metal tab. I felt empowered. Both men were watching me intently for different reasons and I'll admit it was heady stuff. The zipper gave way.

“Tell me, Jerry, did Paul ever mention why he started dating me?” Jerry shook his head. “Hmmm, I thought as much. Back in the day, I was the blowjob princess at college and because his ex wouldn't, he'd wanted to find out if the rumors about me were true.”

“And are they,” Jerry asked breathlessly. I turned my head and looked at Paul accusingly.

“Hmm. Now tell me, Cuckold, why wouldn't you tell my new lover how good I am with my mouth.” Whether he was irritated by my use of the 'C' word, or me referring to Jerry as my lover, he didn't say. Instead, he just shut his eyes and kept his mouth shut.

“Well, I guess I'll just have to show him.” Jerry’s zipper was open and my hand snaked inside. Seconds later my fingers were massaging a thick fleshy staff. “Hmmmm, this feels good. I've been waiting for this all evening.”

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean," demanded Paul angrily.

Shit, I’d forgotten about that. I looked my husband disdainfully. It was time for Paul to hear the cold hard truth. When I finally spoke, I couldn't keep the loathing and hatred out of my voice.

“I wanted Jerry from the moment I laid eyes on him, you prick. Haven’t you seen how he has been looking at me, undressing me with his eyes? I almost let him have me in the kitchen. I even had my skirt around my hips. Given a couple more minutes, we would have been fucking like dogs on heat. The only reason we stopped was that we heard you coming down the stairs.” I paused for breath. “Hard to believe a worthless cuckold denied me a glorious fuck, but there you go,” I said miserably and shrugged my shoulders indifferently. “But I intend to make up for it now.” Paul glared at me, but I ignored him.

"Jesus Samantha." It was Jerry who spoke.

"Look, he can either accept what’s happening... Or there's the door. It's as simple as that." I paused for breath. "If he stays..." and I glared back at Paul, "He abides by my rules, otherwise I’ll make him suck your dick." Jerry's smile was pure wickedness. I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Do you see that, Cuckold. Your boss likes the idea of you giving him a blowjob, so you'd better keep quiet if I were you." He looked on with an expression of horror, not sure if he should believe me or not.

Slowly and attentively, I undid the buttons of Jerry's jeans and pulled back the denim flaps. His impressive erection distorted his boxers. Not only long but thick as well and I licked my lips greedily as I bent my head forward. I kissed the mushroom shaped head beneath the elasticated waistband and tasted the saltiness. Strong hands ran through my hair as I teased the cock in front of me and glancing sideways at Paul, I saw he was gripping the armrests tightly whilst watching what I was doing. His face was torn between desire and frustration and I found that strangely exciting. Returning to the task at hand, I pulled the waistband downwards to reveal the throbbing meat lying there. I wanted more, but the undies wouldn't stretch any further.

"Come on Jerry," I urged impatiently. "Lift your fucking ass so I can get a good look at your cock." He was more than helpful. Within seconds, his jeans and briefs were bunched around his ankles and his erection was free. My face was so close to his manhood, I could feel the warmth it radiated. Eagerly I grabbed hold of the shaft and ran my tongue up the underside of the rigid flesh.

"Oh, Jesus, Sammy."

I grinned eagerly before opening my mouth and engulfing his purple colored dome. His prick slowly filled my mouth as my lips slid down the soft velvety skin covering the rock hard staff. Empowered, I ran my tongue around the spongy helmet and swallowed his lust zealously.

"Hmmm, that tastes sooooo good!" I said, gorging myself noisily and messily on his prick. Lowering my mouth around the thick rod, I could feel my throat filling up wonderfully, his girth stretching my lips as far as they could go.

"That's it, Lovely, take it all in." Jerry urged his voice a low controlled growl. His hands played with my hair while told me his cock reached the back of my throat. His hands pushed determinedly on my head, forcing it downwards. Ignoring my gag reflex, I relaxed my jaw and seconds later my lips clamped around the base of his cock.

"Jesus," Jerry groaned in surprise. My mouth so full with cock, I could hardly breathe, but I was in heaven. I slowly raised my head and released Jerry's manhood with a naughty sounding plop. I spat on the delightful weapon in my hand and dived forward again. I ran my tongue first down the left side of his erection and then back up the right side while cupping his balls and massaging them whilst swallowing his cock again. Jerry's moaning and grunting spurned me on and for the next few minutes, my existence comprised a big cock, huge cum-filled testicles and the knowledge that Paul was watching me suck another man's prick. Bent on showing him what he was missing, I moved my mouth to Jerry's balls and sucked them one by one, whilst firmly wanking his cock.

"Fucking hell, mate," Jerry exclaimed breathlessly "Your wife is a fucking animal," he said admiringly. "If she keeps this up, I'll shoot my fucking load" That was my intention, but I wanted to taste him, so I returned my mouth to his helmet. My head moved rhythmically up and down and my hand tugged away in that delicious twisting motion. My ears were filled with my greedy slurping sounds as I coaxed Jerry’s cream from his ball.

"Face fuck me," I gasped, eyes half closed with craving. I lowered my head above his lap and relaxed my jaw. My head bobbed up and down a couple of times and Jerry, wanting more grabbed my head. Holding it just above his lap, Jerry raised his hips and watched his cock disappear between my lips. He started off slowly but soon speeded up his movements.

His thrusting became more and more erratic as his spunk boiled and to send him over the edge I moved a hand between his legs. While one hand closed around the base of his cock, I moved a finger between his buttocks and found his tight little anus. I heard him catch his breath when my teeth tightened around his sensitive rim and my finger pressed home. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Paul concentrating on the action so hard, he hardly blinked.

"Oh God Sammy, you dirty fucking bitch, I'm gonna cum," Jerry bellowed and held my head tightly. "Yes, yes, don't stop," he groaned, and his hips bucked wildly. Huge wads of thick, salty spunk filled my mouth as my lips clamped tightly around his thick trunk. I could feel his balls pulsing in my fingers as he pumped salvo after salvo down my throat.

"That's it slut, swallow it all," Jerry roared as his body jerked and spasmed. His release was so powerful I couldn't take it all and loosened my lips. White hot spunk dribbled from my mouth, down his manhood, and over my fingers before pooling in his pubic hair. Eventually, the jerking lessened and Jerry removed his hands from my head. As I sat up, I could feel warm sperm still trickling down my chin. Glancing across the room I saw Paul surreptitiously massaging the bulge in his trousers and I knew exactly how I would punish him for his indiscretion. As I stood up, Paul, correctly guessing my intentions, shook his head vehemently.

"No, Sammy. No, I'm not doing it. No fucking way..." and shook his head more determinedly. Unfortunately, I was just as adamant. I crossed the room and stood in front of him.

"Here, bitch. Lick this clean," I demanded spitefully and offered him a hand. Grudgingly he opened his mouth and sucked on my thumb. When it was clean, he swallowed my forefinger and licked. As each digit was cleansed I noticed his reluctance decrease. At first, I couldn't believe what was happening, but it was soon evident. My husband, the father of my children, was licking another man's cum from my hand and seemed to like it. When he finished the one hand, he waited patiently for the other.

"Did it excite you watching me suck another man's cock?" He nodded, hesitantly at first, like I'd asked him a trick question and then more firmly. "Do you think you'll like watching me fuck him?" Again he nodded.

“That's a good cuck,” I said spitefully. “Go on, get your cock out and have a wank!” The loathing was obvious to everyone in the room. “My cunt's aching for a real prick.” When I looked at him, I was surprised and shocked by what I saw. Pure unadulterated lust. Unmistakable. Despite feeling disgusted, I knew his eyes mirrored mine.

"Samantha, I'm waiting." The voice from behind me was harsh and impatient and as I looked over my shoulder, I saw Jerry sitting on the couch with his cock still pointing up towards the ceiling. In the soft lighting that filled our lounge, it was glistening from the saliva and spunk. A discrete, triumphant smile spread across my face; It was my saliva.

"You heard me, Slut! Get your ass over here. It's mine now and I've got plans for you." He arrogantly motioned for me to climb on his lap but in this skirt, that was impossible. I reached behind my back and unzipped my waistband. As I walked towards him, the loose garment tumbled around my ankles and lay redundant on the carpet. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Paul as Victoria’s Secret revealed my surprise, but an angry glance in his direction sharply shut his mouth.

Jerry's smiling eyes glided down my body and as if to show how much he was enjoying my slutty display, he began tugging at his hardening cock. His shiny purple colored dome came into view as he pulled the foreskin back over the rim and as he continued to wank himself, I shrugged off my blouse as erotically as I could and thrust my breasts forward.

"God, you are one sexy motherfucker, Sammy. I'm just aching to slide my cock inside you." I liked his dirty talk and felt the fire in my belly grow. "Are you ready for a good fucking?" His tone was challenging.

"Well, I've got no use for that sorry excuse for a man," I said disdainfully and vulgarly thrust my hand down my panties. My fingers brushed through my bush, over my clit and then pushed on south. Standing there, within reach of my goal I felt my tiny pink cunt lips give way to the pressure of my fingertips. My warm tunnel welcomed the intrusion and a wave of passion flooded my hand.

“God, You’ve got me so wet, do you want to taste?” I asked, bringing a finger to my lips. He slid towards the edge of the couch and waited. As I moved between his splayed limbs, he grabbed my hips and buried his face in my crotch. Warm breath permeated through the delicate lace lingerie, teasing my superheated cunt. I tugged at the garment aside and revealed my secret garden.

“I can’t wait.” There was a raw earthiness to his voice.

"But can you satisfy her?" I asked breathlessly as his tongue glided along my slit. Jerry's hands reached around my ass and found my surprise. Unable to contain his disbelief, he spun me around to see for himself.

"Fucking hell," he exclaimed in wonderment as I bent forward, stretching Victoria’s secret between my buttocks, "You're a real slag," His fingers slipped under the thin strip of silk and touched the butt plug. Slowly it turned inside me. 'Fuck, that feels good,' I thought wondrously. Then he started removing the plug, so I slapped his hand and straightened up.

"No, Darling, leave it in. I like it there," I said turning to face him. "Now why don't you give my pussy a good licking," I said hoarsely.

Like a man possessed, he dived between my thighs and traced his tongue along the whole length of my soaking wet slit. While his nose sniffled my bush, his lips clamped onto my clit and he nibbled softly on my engorged little man. I grabbed hold of his hair and thrust my hips forward. Shivers of excitement coursed through my whole body as Jerry expertly went down me. From licking the top of my sticky thighs to splitting open my cunt lips to drink in my copious honey, Jerry left nothing out. Unable to stop himself, a hand reached behind me and began playing with the toy in my ass.

"Mmmm that's more like it, Jerry. Don't stop." The dirty bastard was simultaneously sucking my clit and gently butt fucking me. To keep me on edge, he’d occasionally pull the toy from my back passage and inserting it into my pink wetness. Then pushing it inside me, he massaged my G-spot, getting me even wetter before maliciously removing it. I could hear myself moaning like a bitch on heat as he continually teased me, but I couldn’t help it. If he kept this up I was going to cum.

"Not yet, Darling," I said in a thick guttural voice, my eyes glistening like diamonds. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to cum all over your dick and then let my bitch clean me up " He grinned sadistically at my comment. We both looked at Paul and saw the color drain from his face as the implications sank home. His subjugation completed, his eyes closed tightly. Even his erection seemed to flag despite the raw porn happening in front of him.

"Don't pout, Paul," I ordered. "It doesn't become you."

I leaned over and put my hand on the back of Jerry's neck, pulling his handsome face to mine. We kissed. His tongue tasted of me and increased my desire.

"Just sit there and enjoy the ride, Mr. Henderson." My voice was thick and heavy, full of carnal promise and Jerry watched avidly as I climbed on the sofa and placed my knees astride his hips. I pulled my gusset from my wet sex and reached down for his shiny weapon. It felt hard and greasy and without hesitation, I placed at the entrance to my silken sheath.

Slowly, I sank downwards. Jesus, he was so big. I could feel my cunt stretching to accommodate him, making breathing difficult as I kept lowering my hips. His hands cupped my buttocks and pulled them apart and as I buried more of his cock inside me, his girth pressed deliciously against the plug in my back passage. My breath hissed when my bum pressed down on his muscular thighs and Jerry tilted his hips, drilling his cock that little deeper. I wiggled my hips and felt his hardness rub harder against the butt plug. I bit my lips and nodded approvingly, the exquisite sensations rippling through my body as I raised my abdomen.

When his engorged dome reappeared between my swollen cunt lips, I slammed my body viciously downwards. A loud expulsion of pent up longing exploded from my mouth as Jerry’s manhood vanished inside me. When he bumped my cervix, I opened my eyes and looked down at my new lover in amazement. He was watching me avidly and wanting to please him, I rode his cock in earnest. I was so wet and horny, he glided easily in and out of my velvety tunnel and as our passion increased, so did the ferocity of our fucking. With every downward stroke, Paul thrust his cock inside me and slapped my ass. The obscene, erotic rhythm was almost drowned out by moans, whimpers, and heavy grunting. It was so wild, I’d almost forgotten about Paul.

He was masturbating like I’d seen him do so many times recently and despite my loathing, knowing both men had huge erections because of me, boosted my ego enormously.

"Is this a turn on? Watching another man's prick fucking your wife?" He didn't to say anything, he didn’t need to. I could see the answer in his hand. I bent my head forward and pressed my mouth to Jerry's ear.

“I wanna cum with you up my ass. I want you to fill it with spunk.” I was getting carried away by my own sluttiness. A slap on the butt told me Jerry found this acceptable and as I stood up, I could feel my stomach filling with butterflies. I turned and faced my husband.

"Come over here, Cuck, and take off my panties," I commanded. Reluctantly he stopped wanking and made to stand up. I waggled a finger at him. "Get down on your hands and knees. Only a real man deserves to walk on two legs in this house." The unspoken threat hung in the air and was empowering. "Just do it," I said sharply and saw his shoulders slump in defeat. Moments later, totally subjugated, he approached me on all fours. I faced Jerry with a triumphant expression on my face.

"Won't be a moment, lover. Just getting myself ready." He smiled roguishly and grabbed his crown jewels. "Just you make sure that thing’s nice and hard," I said and raised my eyebrows suggestively. As I spoke Paul bumped against my leg. Without a word, he reached up and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my lingerie.

"That's it slut, pull them off nice and easy. I want Jerry to get a good look at the goods." Obediently Paul did as he was told. Then his hand reached up towards my bum. “Stop.” I pointed my rear end at Jerry and pulled my cheeks apart. “Do you want to remove the butt plug, lover?”

Seconds later, strong fingers grabbed the jeweled knob sticking out my back passage and pulled. "Hmmm, that feels sooooo good," I said, giggling saucily when my sphincter expanded to allow the thicker part to appear. Then I wiggled my empty bum and straightened up. Taking the plug from Jerry’s hand, I handed it to Paul, the smile on my face sadistic.

"There you go slut, knock yourself out." He held it dejectedly in front of him and looked at me pleadingly. "You've got a choice bitch, suck your boss's dick or wear the butt plug." His face expressed not only aversion but something else. Fear!

Until now, it had all been a game. A kinky one to be sure, but still a game. I could have my little fling, he could watch and get his jollies off, and when tonight was over we return to our humdrum lives. He hadn’t believed I could be so vindictive and was unprepared for it. Having had a glimpse of the future, he suddenly found it distasteful. He’d realized I wasn't playing a game; he would never have me again, ever! For the rest of our marriage, he would have to endure watching me fuck other men. He’d finally become a cuckold.

Sulking he placed the tip of the plug in his mouth and sucked on it. I watched with evil satisfaction how his tongue slid around the acorn shaped plug, covering it with saliva. "That's it, Paul, now slip it where the sun doesn't shine." With real distaste, he placed the toy against his asshole and seconds later his face screwed up in an expression of pain. "Oh don't be such a baby, Paul. Thank your lucky stars I'm not making you take Jerry's cock."

I looked around and saw the gorgeous fleshy shaft standing proudly to attention, waiting impatiently for me to sit on it. I moved to the couch and placing my hands on my upper thighs, lowered my bum. Jerry held his prick and aimed it deliciously against my starfish. I reached down between my legs and grabbed the greasy rod tightly in my fingers. As I moved, I felt him enter me. Jerry's girth was bigger than the plug and I had to really relax to accommodate him. At first, my sphincter resisted but as I lowered my body, Jerry's dome slowly filled my back passage.

"Jesus, fuck, Sammy. You're fucking tight," he gasped as his manhood slowly disappeared inside me. Leaning backward, I placed my hands on Jerry’s waist and thrust my abdomen forward.

"Paul, look at me. Watch how a real man fucks my ass!" His head snapped up, and he saw how my ring tightly gripped his boss's erection as it slid between my buttocks. Jerry's hands reached around and grabbed my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples as I glided up and down his manhood. Paul’s eyes widened and between his thighs, I could see an erection growing as he watched me ride Jerry.

“Get up and wank yourself,” I ordered. Surprise registered on both our faces at this sudden change of attitude, but I couldn't help it. The slutty pleasure I was getting from making Paul watch me, turned me on enormously.

"Come on Jerry," I urged, almost screaming, "Fuck me." Immediately he grabbed my hips and thrust harder. His onslaught was unmerciful. Muscular thighs provided the momentum he needed, and with each upward stroke, his wiry pubic hair brushed against my bottom. The small electrical tingles, charging through my body, became more and more pronounced and my brain was in danger of sensory overload. Muscles started cramping up and I recognized the signs. I couldn't take much more.

"Come here, Slut," I ordered breathlessly

"Yes Mistress," Paul replied, his voice, edgy and excited. It was the first time he'd addressed me as such and I found it almost as big a turn on as the cock up my ass. I watched my husband come nearer. His erection pointing towards me. He wasn't as big as Jerry, but I'd never had cause to complain in the past.

“That's it, stand right there,” My orgasm was approaching fast and my breathing was ragged, but I wanted this to be perfect. "Now wank yourself off over me. I wanna see cum and lots of it. Do you understand me." He nodded. "Don't talk," I cut him off short when he opened his mouth to say something, "Just do it." He started tugging, slowly at first but watching me getting fucked obviously had an effect.

"That's it, just like that. Spray me with spunk." I demanded breathlessly. While Jerry's prick pounded my backside, I roughly fingered myself, ramming my digits as hard as I could up my cunt slowly bringing myself towards the edge. Then my body started shaking uncontrollably. Muscles contracted including those in my abdomen and each time Jerry’s thighs slapped against my buttocks, I whimpered like a banshee. My climax was reaching its boiling point and only needed the smallest catalyst to send me over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming Sammy," Jerry suddenly roared and pulled me down onto his loins. His cock throbbed wonderfully inside me. "Yessss. Oh God, oh God," he cried and the first salvo of hot, thick sperm scalded the insides off my back passage. Hungrily I reached between his thighs, grabbed the base of his cock and started milking him. He moaned loudly as my hand continued to coax the seed from his balls. His climax, thundered through his body, each powerful shock spraying my bowels.

That was the trigger I needed. My orgasm erupted explosively. My body shuddered as the pressure cooker of emotions finally blew apart and closing my eyes, I embraced the glorious moment. The muscles in my legs tightened and caused them to shake involuntarily as my abdomen heaved in climactic spasms. Hot cunt juice flooded my pussy and covered the top of my thighs, leaving them all wet and sticky. Through the haze of orgasmic throes, a grunt distracted me.

It was Paul. His prick, which was aimed at my bare chest exploded. I watched in amazement as his mushroom shaped dome released a string of thick white spunk through the air. The fusillade splattered across my tits and I watched in amazement as the warm liquid stuck to my skin. Paul continued to pump his cock and his tiny little slit produced another powerful volley which landed on my rippling belly. I'd never felt so alive.

Still sitting astride Jerry, I felt semen dribbling down from my butt which, despite being plugged by his cock, mixed with the cum seeping from my cunt. Lying there spent, and absently playing with Paul’s creamy deposits, I thought about my husband’s new designation. He looked at me in apprehension as well he should. I was already thinking about his re-education. Tonight he was safe, tomorrow he’d learn how to take care of my lovers, he could even practice on Jerry, but for now…

"Paul, be a good little slut and lick me clean."