After dismissing Sara, my entire focus shifted to my fiancé, who remained handcuffed to the bedpost and completely at my mercy.
"Uncuff me and allow me to fuck you as you deserve," he begged as I approached him slowly, his eyes devouring my bare body.
"Oh?" I licked my lips and smiled. "I'm not sure I'm ready to relinquish control. I'm having too much fun. Wasn't it fun for you to fuck Sara while I watched?" I teased him, tracing my fingers along his chest.
My boyfriend's eyes widened with desire and surprise, and he nodded eagerly, his cock raised to full mast.
"It was, but now I want you," he replied.
"We don't always get what we want, do we?" I murmured seductively, enjoying the power I held over him. My fingers traced a path down his abdomen, teasingly grazing his throbbing erection. "But don't worry, darling. I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve."
I leaned towards the nightstand and took a ball gag from the drawer. "We're about to have even more fun," I said with a naughty grin on my lips. "Now be a good boy and open wide."
He smiled before he obediently opened his mouth, and I gently placed the ball gag between his teeth, securing it snugly behind his head.
"You've been such a bad boy, cheating on me like that," I whispered in his ear. "Prepare yourself for a night you'll never forget."
I could see confusion in his eyes, but all he could muster was a muffled sound, and I chuckled softly to myself as I rolled out of bed. I walked over to his crumpled jeans on the floor and took out his phone. Fortunately, he gave me his password as an act of trust after cheating on me. I flipped through his phonebook, looking for a specific name. My heart raced as I found it, and without hesitation, I dialed the number.
My fiancé cast a worried and helpless glance in my direction as the phone rang, uttering incomprehensible sounds, which only added to my amusement. He was completely unaware of who I was calling or the plan I had in mind. It was time to get even.
When the voice on the other end of the line answered, I took a deep breath and said, "Hello, Mike. It's David's girlfriend, Anna."
I could see my boyfriend tense up, his eyes widening in surprise as he wondered why I had called his best friend.
"Hi, Anna. What's up?"
"David and I were thinking of having a little get-together tonight. Would you like to join us for some fun?"
"Uh, sure. That sounds great," Mike responded. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
Mike was blissfully unaware, probably thinking it was going to be a typical night of gaming or sports watching with my boyfriend, and I'd end up being the third wheel again.
"Perfect, see you soon," I purred and ended the call.
My boyfriend tried to speak, but the ball gag in his mouth kept his words trapped.
"What was that?" I asked with feigned innocence. "Too bad that I can't make out what you're trying to say."
He looked at me with pleading eyes, desperately trying to convey his message.
"You mentioned Mike thought I was hot, right?" My smile was sharp and detached, a polished and practiced mask of indifference. "He will probably be up for fucking me later tonight."
My boyfriend desperately tried to communicate, his garbled protests becoming more urgent as he pulled against the restraints. But I ignored his distress and walked over to the closet, pulling out a red see-through camisole. I turned to face him, teasingly holding it up.
"Do you think Mike will like this on me?" I jabbed him, and he struggled against his restraints, his voice smothered by the gag.
I pretended not to notice his persistent attempts to get my attention and slipped into my camisole, admiring myself in the mirror. My nipples poked through the sheer fabric, and if you looked closely, you could see the outline of my bare mound beneath. I was eager to see Mike's reaction and to feel his hands on my body. He was an attractive man with a charming smile and a well-toned physique, his smooth ebony skin adding to his allure, and I couldn't wait to feel his cock throbbing inside me. I'd only ever dated white men, so the idea of a big black cock filling me up for the first time was especially thrilling.
"What? You've got to fuck another woman with and without me," I snarled. "It's only fair that I have some fun as well. If you don't want to stay and watch, I'll uncuff you and send you on your way. In any case, I'll be fucking Mike tonight."
My boyfriend's stifled objections came to an abrupt halt, and his head sank back onto the pillow as he resigned himself to the silence.
"That's exactly what I thought," I said. "Now be a good boy and stay quiet while I enjoy myself."
With a wicked grin, I turned and walked towards the door to greet Mike, leaving my fiancé bound and helpless on the bed.
As I walked down the hall, I found myself questioning my actions. I paused and looked through the peephole to see Mike standing at our door, dressed in a grey T-shirt and jeans, holding a bottle of wine. He was undeniably attractive, his shirt hugging his muscular frame and his biceps prominently displayed.
Memories of Mike's discreet glances at parties surfaced—moments when I was firmly in the role of David's girlfriend but couldn't help but be drawn to Mike. Our chemistry was undeniable, and the way he effortlessly made me laugh made it difficult to resist his charm.
After everything David had put me through by cheating on me with my ex-girlfriend, I deserved this one hall pass. I had remained faithful to him for over ten years, but the thought of a new man's hard member plunging deep inside me sent goosebumps of excitement rippling across my skin. And Mike appeared to be the ideal candidate to satisfy my cravings.