For those who didn't want to read the first part:
Harriet is a loving but traditional woman. Her boyfriend begins to have cuckold fantasies about her, though it's clear she's not interested. Desperately, he sets up a scenario where he hopes she will at least consider the idea. He takes her out for dinner and drinks, then takes her to a local pub and gives her an ultimatum: she will sit there alone for the rest of the evening and let herself get chatted up by some local guys or he will pack his things and move out. He leaves her there, furious and upset.
She comes home late with one of the guys from the pub in tow. His name is Lee and he's a bit of a chav.
He watches while she gives Lee a blowjob. Enjoying his position of power, Lee calls his friend Dave, who comes by the house to see them. He convinces Harriet to give Dave a blowjob too.
While she's doing that, Lee has been in touch with his two other work mates, Eddie and Reece. They have just arrived and been shown into the living room as Harriet finishes off Dave.
Again, Lee suggests that she should give the two new guys a blowjob. Eagerly, she agrees...
"Go to them," Lee said to her.
She crawled over to the two of them on her hands and knees. The old guy's eyes were fixed on her intently; the kid's eyes were wide, staring, unable to believe any of this was happening. She got to them and remained on her knees in front of them, looking up and biting her bottom lip.
It was the old guy who moved first, bending down to her and reaching out, taking hold of her breasts with his hands. He had a good, slow feel. "Take the bra off," he told her.
Her hands bent around to her back and found the clasp and the bra fell away, revealing her breasts to them. Her nipples were pink and erect, perfect. Her top half was entirely naked now, her bottom half covered only by that black skirt and her underwear beneath. I sat on the floor, watching as everyone in the room stared at her, drinking in her perfect body: those pert breasts, her toned stomach, her delicate curves.
The old guy reached down and pawed at her breasts again, squeezing and massaging them. Harriet let out a deep moan and her back arched. He continued to apply pressure, enjoying the expression of lust that had taken over her face.
"You gonna suck my dick?" he crooned down at her. His face scrunched like an ugly pink raisin. She nodded vigorously. He let go and then had his jeans and boxers around his ankles within a second. He reached out and took hold of her shoulders.
She looked up and straightened her back, reaching up and taking hold of his dick. He was average. He was also ungroomed, his genitals a tangled mass of curly black hair. Harriet hated that. I expected her to realise and to suddenly pull away, start to gag. Instead, that lustful expression intensified. She was hungry for his dick.
She straightened her back, opened wide, and took him in her mouth.
The old guy placed his hands on the top of her head. He looked around at the rest of the room, his eyes shining, his smile wide. He noticed me, sitting in the corner, and he winked.
"You getting involved, Reece?" he asked the kid next to him. "You don't want to miss out on this, trust me."
Awkwardly, the kid removed his jeans and his underwear. His dick was absolutely rock-solid, throbbing - again, about average in size. Also ungroomed, but his public hair was less coarse, lighter, fresher.
The old guy directed her head with his hands, moving her away from his dick and turning her towards the kid.
She saw the dick first, and reached out instinctively and took hold of it. Then she looked up at the kid and smiled. She placed her mouth over his shaft and sucked. His eyes closed as the feeling of warm, wet ecstasy took over.
Harriet's left hand snaked up the inside of the old guy's leg, found its way to his dick, and took hold of it. She pulled back and looked up at the two of them, a cock in each hand, feeling lust and power thrumming through her body.
Eddie reached out and took hold of her head again. "Come here," he growled.
Harriet opened her mouth and he plunged his dick inside, pushing it as far as he could towards the back of her throat. He planted his feet, held onto her head, and began to thrust his hips, pushing his dick into her as far as he could with each hand.
Struggling, Harriet let go of the kid's cock. She placed both hands around Eddie's body, gripping his buttocks. He thrust into her mouth and she let him, taking as much of him as she could.
"Fuck yeah," he said, pounding harder now, seeing how hard she could take it. In each of his hands, he gripped a fistful of her hair. "Take this, you fucking slut."
As they settled into a rhythm, each thrust was accompanied by a wet squelch as the head of his cock bounced off the back of her throat. I knew he wouldn't last long at that pace.
As if thinking the same thing, he stopped suddenly and let go of her hair, almost pushing her away. She gasped and looked up at him. "Finish him off first," he said, nodding towards Reece.
Harriet shuffled over to him on her knees. Reece stepped nervously towards her, his cock in his hand, and fed it into her mouth. Unlike the old man, he was completely respectful, gentle, thrusting his hips back and forth but slowly - so slowly that at one point she had to wrap her hands around his buttocks and pull him into her, forcing him to speed up.
After a few minutes of this, his eyelids began to flutter. His hips bucked back and forth and a low groan began to emanate from his mouth.
Harriet pulled it out of her mouth and jerked it, aiming at her breasts. Thick jets of white come sprayed. She continued to jerk and he moaned even more. She looked up at him, her eyes focused intently on his.
He smiled and staggered away.
Now Eddie grabbed her and pulled her roughly over to him. There was no placing himself inside her this time, no gentle feeding one inch at a time: he lined himself up and thrust into her. She jolted. She held firm, stayed upright, and reached out her hands to take hold of his buttocks. He thrust at her again and again.
"Oh yes, take it, you slut," he said. "I'm gonna come all over your fucking face."
He thrust a few more times, then pulled himself out of her. Still holding her hair, he pushed her down lower and held his dick over her, jerking. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. Like a porn star. I'd never seen anything like this from her.
Eddie began to come, not with the explosive force of the kid. There was a spurt, a thick white dollop splatting on her forehead, followed by a steady trickle which he piped out and dropped onto her and began to collect in a pool above her mouth.
She let him jerk for a few seconds, emptying, and then her tongue flicked out and licked at the sticky puddle he'd deposited.
Reece had already pulled on his underwear and jeans, and now Eddie reached down and did the same, as if suddenly ashamed to be the only one naked.
"Well done," Lee said from his place on the sofa. "They both clearly enjoyed that - and your boyfriend is sitting there with probably the biggest hardon he's ever had and nothing he can do about it." He grinned. "My hardon is pretty big too, so get yourself cleaned up quickly while these guys leave. Then we'll head upstairs."
She wiped a hand across the glob of come on her forehead and nodded. She stood up, leaving her bra - and her dignity, I thought sickly - on the floor, then went to the bathroom.
The three guys left soon after, big smiles all round. I showed them out, said goodbye, and shut the door behind them. Then I went back into the living room and slumped onto the armchair, expecting Lee to say something - anything. But he didn't. Just sat there and slurped at his beer.
The toilet flushed and a few moments later Harriet emerged, walking over to the doorway of the living room. She was still topless.
I wondered if she'd felt disgusted with herself as she'd scrubbed the come from her skin.
Lee stood up and placed his beer can on the table beside him. He took a deep breath and smiled, and then went to her.
Well, if she had ever been disgusted with herself, she no longer was. She didn't smile in return, just turned around and led him upstairs. He followed, a few steps behind, watching her bum sway as she moved.
I leaned back in the armchair again, mind reeling. Even after everything I'd already seen today, I hadn't really thought she'd go upstairs with him.
My cock pounded from within the confines of my pyjamas, but it never occurred to me to do anything about it. I sat there for several minutes, wondering what I should do. Then I finally stood up and made my way upstairs.
She had taken him into our bedroom, where I'd been asleep only a little while before. The door was shut. I leaned close. I couldn't hear much - a bit of movement, the shuffling of sheets.
I stayed there a few minutes, then turned and walked into the spare room, right next to it. There was no chance I'd sleep, I thought - and there really wasn't. After another five minutes of near-silence from our bedroom, I began to hear sounds. First it was bedsprings, then the headboard. Then I could hear Harriet panting, moaning; finally, screaming.
Occasionally he would say something to her, his voice deep and manly and authoritative. I couldn't make out the words, but it sounded like instructions. I imagined her happily - gleefully - obeying him.
My erection had been throbbing for hours, and finally I let myself go. I reached down, took hold of it, and jerked. I didn't even take off my underwear. Three jerks and I was done, come spurting into the fabric of my pants. I lay there with a smile on my face as relief washed over me.
A few minutes later I was asleep, even as the sound of my girlfriend being fucked blared out of the room next door.
#
I woke up several times in the night, disoriented, wondering where I was and what was happening. Sometimes there were noises, and they helped me recall quickly what had happened. Each time, I forced my eyes closed, buried any coherent thoughts as deep as I could.
I was ripped fully into consciousness a little after 7am by the sound of Harriet screaming. I could feel the throbbing urgency of my erection. I groaned and rolled over, trying to muffle the sound in my ears, then gave in and took hold of my cock and yanked it. It was over quick, uncomfortable dampness flooding the inside of my pants.
Then I drifted into sleep again, Harriet's noises becoming softer like a lullaby. When I woke again, it was just gone nine: time to get up. I sat up and shook my head groggily. I could hear the sound of the shower running at the end of the hall.
I didn't think I could deal with him this morning. I wanted him to just go, get out of the house and leave me and Harriet alone. I thought of how he had been last night, and I could imagine him now grinning and gloating at me over the breakfast table and saying he'd changed his mind and was going to spend the day with us. I shivered at the thought.
When I heard her dress and head downstairs, I followed. I entered the kitchen and saw her sat at the table, nibbling on some toast. She was alone. He must have gone before I woke up the last time.
She looked up as I entered, then back to her toast and continued eating. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat opposite her at the table, looking at her, taking her in, seeing her in a completely different light now. Even with the memories so fresh in my mind, it was hard to believe she'd actually done it.
Should I thank her? I wondered. Tell her how horny it made me? Explain that it had gone too far - I hadn't planned for the whole lot to happen in one night. Or just ask if she was okay, if she felt that it had got out of hand?
I said nothing. Sipped my coffee.
She glanced up at me, caught me watching her, and then looked away again quickly, her face flushed. We sat in silence for a few minutes but it felt like a lifetime.
Harriet finished her toast and continued to sit there, looking down at her empty plate. Waiting.
But I just watched her. Her hair was lush, sparkling. Her skin glowed. There were slight dark patches under her eyes, but she seemed refreshed and happy in a way I hadn't seen in a long time. Those orgasms - three? I wondered - had certainly agreed with her.
Then Harriet stood up, her plate in her hand. "If you get dressed, we can get out to the supermarket early, get the shopping done."
I watched her. She hadn't dressed up today - just leggings and an old top - but I noticed the swell of her bum, the shape of her breasts under the shirt. My dick stirred.
Maybe I should grab her, bend her over the kitchen table, show her how horny she had made me. But she was probably tired, and more penetration was probably the last thing she needed after last night's activity. I could still feel the sticky remnants of the come stains I'd made in my pants this morning, and felt slightly disgusted.
"Yes, sure," I said, forgetting the idea of taking her over the kitchen table like some horny teenager. "I'll go get changed."
Lee would have taken her, a voice in my brain whispered to me. As soon as he felt the slightest bit horny, he would have bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her. Probably right in front of the window for the whole world to see.
I shut the thought out of my head and went up to get dressed.
#
We continued like that for the rest of the weekend. Neither of us was brave enough to initiate the conversation, but what had happened was always there, sitting awkwardly between us. I tried to think back to how it had been before. It seemed like we had always talked - conversation had always been easy and fun - but maybe that was just my imagination. Maybe these awkward, difficult silences had always existed between us.
A few times over the weekend I found myself thinking about what I'd seen that night, replaying those images over and over again in my head. My dick throbbed. I wanted to go to her, grab her, have my way with her - tell her she had been a slut and that I'd loved every single minute of it.
I didn't. I couldn't tell if she was upset, embarrassed, or hugely pissed off, or some combination of those feelings. I decided to let her cool down for a few days, then we could talk it through.
On Monday, we were both back to work. Breakfast together first - well, sitting at the kitchen table at the same time. No words exchanged. Then the rest of the day passed the same as it always had, except that occasionally, when I was bored, I would find my thoughts drifting back to what had happened, playing it over in my head: seeing her take as much of Lee's cock as she could; then greedily swallowing the pretty boy; then taking charge of the kid and showing him ecstasy; then the old guy having his way with her. My dick throbbed in my pants, demanding attention. I'd have to take deep breaths, concentrate, re-focus on work.
I got back late Monday evening. I ate and then slumped in front of the TV. I was too tired to have the conversation: it would have to wait until another day.
The rest of the week passed in exactly the same way, just a daily grind of work, chores, and admin. It seemed less and less important. The memories were already beginning to fade. No doubt, there were some specific images that would be burned into my mind for years to come, but I couldn't remember many of the details as clearly now. I couldn't quite recall the exact pitch of her voice as she'd been screaming in the next room.
Then suddenly it was Friday night again. No plans for this weekend - certainly nothing like last weekend. Friday night just chilling out in front of the TV; a visit to Harriet's parents on Saturday; then a chilled-out Sunday (maybe a roast at a local pub), and then it would all start again the week after. But tonight - tonight I was going to do what I'd been dreaming about all week: I was going to fuck her. I may not have a dick like Lee's but I was going to poke her with it again and again and again. She'd never screamed for me the way she had for Lee, but tonight I was determined.
We ate dinner and I went and dropped onto the sofa and flicked on the TV while she was doing the dishes. I flicked through the channels but nothing caught my interest. Nothing could distract me from my plan, or from the erection that had formed in my pants.
Harriet came out of the kitchen and went straight upstairs, probably to slip into her pyjamas - or maybe something more provocative. Maybe she was thinking the same as me. She must certainly have noticed how I'd been looking at her tonight: hungry, like I'd devour her if she got too close.
Having seen what she was capable of last week, I was in fact hoping she would be the one doing the devouring tonight.
I waited in front of the TV, again replaying the images from last weekend, letting them wash over me. I didn't touch myself - I didn't want to ruin what was about to happen.
At some point, I realised I'd been waiting for over an hour. I went upstairs to find out what was taking so long.
Our bedroom door was shut. I turned the handle and swung the door open gently... And there she was, tucked up under the quilt, sound asleep. I could hear the faint sound of her snoring.
It was only 8pm. Sometimes she suffered migraines and she would take a pill and go to bed this early. I wondered if that's what had happened. Usually she would have said something, but we hadn't really been talking to be fair. Or maybe I was reading too much into it.
My erection still raged in my trousers. I wondered how she would react if I woke her up.
Then I went back downstairs, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and slumped back on to the sofa. I drank deep, then set it to one side.
I unbuckled my belt and jerked myself off, coming within about thirty seconds. I used the downstairs bathroom to clean myself up, then went back to the TV. At least I wouldn't have to sit here all night with a hard-on trying to burst through my pants.
I wasn't paying much attention to what I'd put on the TV - an action movie of some kind. Not great, but it kept my brain amused. That, along with the beers, which I replaced with a fresh, cold one every half hour or so.
Just after ten, there was a knock at the front door.
I jolted in my seat, beer still in hand. That couldn't be right, I thought. I must have imagined it - that couldn't have been a knock, not at this time.
As if responding to my thought, the sharp rapping sound came again. Yes, it was definitely a knock at the door.
I stood up and peered out towards the door suspiciously, wondering who it could be at this time. I took a few tentative steps, faltered, and then stepped again. I wanted to call out, ask who was there, but it didn't seem manly somehow to be afraid of answering my own door. It was probably a pizza delivery guy at the wrong address, anyway.
I took the final few steps and swung the door open quickly.
Standing there, feet planted and swaying slightly, was Lee. He was looking down at his feet, but as the door swung open he looked up and grinned. His eyes were fuzzy. "Hey mate!" he said, getting the pitch all wrong and speaking far too loud. He was clearly drunk. He was dressed the same as the week before: scruffy blue jeans, a green polo shirt, black boots.
"Lee?" I asked. I looked down at myself, just feeling glad that I wasn't wearing the bunny pyjamas tonight. "What are you doing here?"
"Just on my way home from the pub - thought I'd pop by and say hi."
"Oh. Right."
"You gonna invite me in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh right, yeah - come in."
I stepped aside and he walked in, carefully navigating his way over the doorstep, looking quite unsteady.
"Go through," I said to him. "I've got beer if you want one?"
He grinned at me again. "Yeah, if you don't mind sharing."
"Of course not." I had to get one for myself anyway.
I shut the front door and watched him walk into the living room. He looked all around and then seated himself on the sofa. The same position he'd been in last week, I thought. I went to the kitchen, grabbed two beers from the fridge, and then took them into the living room.
"Cheers!" Lee said as I handed the can over to him. He opened it and drank.
I did the same, at a considerably slower pace. Then I placed the can onto the table beside me.
"So how you been, buddy?" he asked. "Had a good week?"
"Yeah," I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly. "Yeah it was okay. Just work - busy, you know." There was a pause for a moment and I added: "Yours?"
He nodded and took another swig from his drink. "Same, same. It's all about work, innit. Day in, day out - the grind."
"You run your own business, right?"
He nodded again. "Certainly do. Money's okay, but it'd be much easier just working for someone. Can't wake up in the morning and call a sickie, can't close the doors and the blinds and lock myself away if I'm not feeling up to it, or if I don't want to deal with life. You know how it gets sometimes. But I just have to get on with it. Can't let it all fall apart. Not just for me - the other lads too. What would they do without me to give them work and let them earn their wage?"
What a hero.
"Were you out with the other guys tonight?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but they've always had enough by ten o'clock. Ed's got a family - wife, kids, the whole lot - and Dave's one of those exercise freaks. He's out running on Saturday mornings, or in the gym, that kind of thing. Last week was just an exception."
I didn't know what else to say, and I couldn't skirt around the issue any longer. "Lee, why did you come here?"
He sighed and looked away from me. His smile faltered. "I thought we were mates. I just thought I'd come see how things are going."
I almost felt sorry for him. Could he really be that lonely? He was loud and he was brash and he was full of banter and bullshit, but was that all an act? He went out with his work buddies every Friday night, but maybe he knew they weren't really his friends. They only went out with him because they felt they had to, because they felt it would affect their job if it didn't.
"Oh. Right."
"So where's Harriet tonight?" he asked.
"She's asleep," I told him. "She's had a busy week as well. She wanted to get an early night."
He nodded. "How did things work out with you guys after last week? All good?"
I had a flashback to when he'd first arrived last week, both of us in almost exactly the same position - how he had leaned over to me: You don't stop any of this from happening or I'll break your fucking face. Something like that, anyway. I could remember the intense, sincere look in his eyes: he had meant it.
"Yes, everything is cool," I said. I certainly wasn't going to go into the details with him - and anyway, I was sure everything was fine. Or would be, anyway. We just hadn't talked it out yet.
"Maybe I should go up and say hi to her?" he mused.
Of course. This was nothing to do with his crippling loneliness. It wasn't a cry for help. And he wasn't some weird guy who didn't understand social boundaries and believed that we had become friends after last week's activities. He was just horny. He had been out drinking, thought about Harriet - probably the whole group would have talked about her at some length - then on the way home decided that he was going to pop in to see if he could have his way with her again.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea," I said. "She's sound asleep."
"I'm sure she is, but I'm not asking her to go to a party - just thought she'd at least want me to say hi, since I'm here."
"I don't think she'll want that at all. She doesn't like being woken up."
"Then I'm sure she'll tell me to go away," he said, chuckling. There was a moment of silence and then placed his beer on the table. "Yes, I'm just gonna run upstairs and let her know that I popped in."
He didn't move right away. His eyes lost that drunken fuzziness that had been there before. He watched me, gauging my reaction, as if daring me to tell him no again.
I reached for my drink and took a sip.
Lee stood up and left the room. I heard his boots on the stairs, then silence as he (presumably) opened the bedroom door and walked in. Gently shaking Harriet's shoulder, no doubt. She'd wake up, wide-eyed, shocked to see him there. A little scared, probably. He'd whisper to her, tell her he had just popped by to say hello.
She'd nod, tell him that was nice of him, then tell him he should leave.
We'd probably argue once he was gone. I could already hear her scolding me: "This is exactly I didn't want to do it - this is the kind of thing that can happen!"
I wandered out to the hallway, ready to open the door and direct Lee out.
I peered up the staircase. No movement up there. I took a few steps toward the staircase, wondering...
And then I heard Harriet giggling.
So it was going to be like that, I thought. I went back to the living room and picked up my beer, drank deep, then went to the fridge for another. I tried not to think about what was happening up in the bedroom - but at the same time, it was the only think I could about.
I watched TV for another hour and a half, on mute, returning to the fridge for another beer whenever the current on ran low.