Wednesday 29th August 2018, Just before midnight

That bastard Luther had made me wait all day to find out exactly what had happened between Malcolm and Jill the day before. I’d had to spend all day prepping for the final project recovery update to the Oasis board on Thursday, but I’d managed to cut the day short a little and head back to the hotel. Veronica was very understanding and she kept Haley occupied while I tried calling all the phones I could think of back in Miami and tried the iPad as well. But all to no avail – just a wall of silence and darkness.

I tried again pretty much at half-hour intervals through the evening, but nothing. A total news blackout, until just after eleven I received a text message from my tormentor-in-chief.

‘Hey, bud. How’s your heart holding out? I’ve emailed you a link I think you might find interesting. And remember, I warned you all along I liked playing games, like getting people to explore and live their full sexuality. Click on the link and buckle up for the ride, coz this is just the start.’

Sweating profusely at the thought of what painful surprises I was about to be exposed to, I opened the email and clicked on the link, and just like the night before I saw Luther’s smug and smiling face.

“Hey, Dave. You’ll be happy to know that Jill and Malcolm have had a great day together – thanks for asking – and our Army buddies arrived okay. And ever since they arrived your beautiful wife has been the perfect host. Entertaining them, and showing them just what a hospitable place Miami can be if you know what I mean. Showing them her club, and at the same time taking her next career step forward in the world of adult entertainment. And well, I didn’t want you to miss out so I thought I’d get my technical guy to put together a little edited highlights so you can fire up those cuck hormones of yours and see a little of what the future might hold. Anyway, that’s enough of me. Happy viewing, my favorite cuck friend.”

And with that, there was some over the top scene fade special effect, the kind that home movie buffs use when they first get new editing software, and I was left looking at a picture of four people sat by the pool at Luther’s house in Delray Beach. The guys were just in trunks, and the two women sat on their laps were just wearing bikini bottoms, their full bosoms on full display for the pleasure of the two guys. Dee’s boobs as always a little bigger than Jill’s, and her nipples decidedly more erect from the way that Luther was stroking and tweaking them. Malcolm seemed more interested in different things, his arms instead possessively wrapped around Jill’s waist.

“I’m really happy for you guys,” Luther smiled. “It’s been a long time coming, but I get it. After everything that happened with Chris before. I know that feelings and emotions are a sensitive subject for you, Jill, baby.”

Jill had a pensive, thoughtful look on her face, her words at first hesitant as she replied to Luther’s statement. “Yeah, it was kinda hard to face up to it, and I’m just glad that someone’s been so patient and understanding with me,” she said turning to look at the man who’s lap she was sitting on, her face suffused with a happy and loving smile, giving a deep yet loving kiss, before they broke for air and gazed into each other’s eyes as if they were the only two people in the world.

“I love you, Jill,” Malcolm’s deep voice said with surprising softness.

“I love you, too,” Jill echoed, her eyes not for a moment leaving those of the man she’d just declared her love for, her fingers gently toying with something I’d not noticed before – a solid silver ring with a single green stone at its center, hanging between my wife’s large naked breasts. Jill was wearing Malcolm’s Special Forces ring on a chain around her neck, the clearest physical symbol she could offer to back-up the heart-breaking words I’d just heard.

Seeing Malcolm’s ring hanging there like that sent me spiraling into a full-on tailspin, reminding me with a painful stabbing feeling of how Jill had worn Chris’s class ring in just the same way when she’d holidayed as his temporary wife for that week in England. The three rings I’d given her temporarily removed as she wore the markings of another man. Jill couldn’t have been so stupid or so forgetful as to not remember this and to, therefore, know the symbolism of what she was doing by wearing Malcolm’s ring.

It felt like the whole world stood still at the moment, as the enormity of what I’d just seen and heard sank into every crack and crevice of my heart and soul. ‘I love you’ … ‘I love you’ … the words echoed around my head, ricocheting off the inside of my skull in a way that made the echo never dull or diminish. ‘I love you’ … ‘I love you.’

Surely Jill couldn’t be saying this? Surely she couldn’t, not after everything that happened with Chris. Not after she’d said those words in England, somehow managed to fix the damage and hurt they’d caused, but then allowed things to roll downhill unbraked until it had nearly cost us our marriage.

Surely she hadn’t willingly hitched her heart to the same wagon all over again, ignoring the dangers we both knew lay ahead if she took such an action. But as I tried to tell myself this was all just some bad dream, there right in front of me was the evidence that provided otherwise. My beautiful wife of twenty-plus years happily smiling as she sat on the lap of her handsome black lover, happily fingering the ring that he’d earned through sweat and blood and which now adorned her neck and marked the change in their relationship.

“You know, Jill, I’m really happy for the two of you,” Malcolm said, their eyes locked together as he spoke almost with the emotional voice of a proud parent or close relative.

“I love this guy,” he said, looking at Malcolm, “and I know how he’s had his share of sadness and heartache, and I know how hard he’d fallen for you. And so to hear you now tell him that you love him … well, you can imagine … it fills me with joy and happiness … and to think me and Dee have played some small part in bringing the two of you together … well, that just makes me even happier.”

There was a moment between the two of them, Malcolm and Jill just looking at each other, not needing or wanting to speak, before eventually, Luther broke the moment. “And you, Jill, I know you’ve had your share of heartache … I know Chris was a total bastard … and I’m glad Malcolm sorted him out … and I’m glad that you have a guy like Malcolm now … someone who’s worthy of your love …”

They just looked at each other, a seriousness and intensity between the two of them, for all the world like Luther was some benefactor or match-maker who was telling his favorite niece that he’d fulfilled his avuncular duty and found the perfect match for her.

As they continued to stare at each other a loud voice in my head just kept saying ‘no, no, no, this can’t be happening again, no it can’t be’.

It was barely four months since Jill had nearly wrecked our marriage and destroyed my heart, when she’d briefly given in to Chris’s blandishments and agreed to leave me and live with him in California, before coming to her senses and telling him that even though she loved him she’d never leave me.

And here she was, four months later, sitting happily on Malcolm’s lap, wearing his ring around her neck and telling him and his friends that she loved him. How could she be so heartless? How could she be so stupid? I’d allowed her to work with Malcolm, to play with him and spend time with him, and this was how she repaid me!

I was in total shock, my mind still trying to pretend this wasn’t happening, that I’d not just heard what I’d heard, that I wasn’t seeing what I was seeing before me. My vision seemed to be tunneled in, I felt like I was falling, falling, spinning and spiraling as I fell to the bottom of the deepest of wells, my only connection to reality the squeeze of a hand, squeezing on mine. Suddenly making me look to my left at the concerned and worried look on Veronica’s face. Her beautiful brown eyes looking into mine with concern.

As my world slowly stopped spinning, I heard a voice. It seemed distant, but as I saw her lips moving, I realized it was Veronica speaking. “Dave, you know, it’s not all on her, it’s not all on Jill.”

Veronica’s words slowly sank into my skull, my brain like that of a drunk trying to assemble the sounds and syllables to make sense of what she’d said. ‘Not on her, not on Jill’ – slowly I realized what she was saying, something in my pain I didn’t want to consider. I was just about to shout and scream, to tell her she was so terribly wrong when my mind was drawn back to that diabolical little iPad screen.

It was Luther speaking again. “I’m so pleased for the pair of you,” his proud fatherly face repeated, “but I can’t help but wonder how Dave will take it. After everything that happened with Chris. How are you going to tell him, Jill? When are you going to tell him?”

I looked at Jill’s face on the screen, even on the small screen her hesitation and doubt as clear as day. Again my world slowed to a glacial crawl as I waited to hear Jill’s words, wondering what new horror or pain they might bring. Wanting her words to arrive quickly to put me out of my misery, at the same time wanting them to never arrive lest the pain they held would be too much for me.

“I honestly don’t know,” she started out, and then something seemed to change in her face, a firmer, more determined look taking control. “But I’m not planning on apologizing for it. He’s the one who started the game off again after Chris, sent me next door in that tiny gold bikini, knowing what would happen, wanting it to happen. I love Dave, but the truth is that’s what excites him now. The thought of me with other guys. Why else would he have started it all up again after the pain and hurt that me and Chris caused him?”

“You’re right, Jill. Very right. It’s a credit to you that you can be so clear-headed and honest about it,” Luther’s calm and deep voice declared. “How do you think he’ll take it, especially if like you say your going to tell him the way you and Malcolm feel about each other is an inevitable consequence of the game he started up all over again after you’d both agreed to stop playing?”

Again, a thoughtful look from Jill as she considered her answer, that same firm but calm look still etched on her beautiful face as she thought. “I think he’ll be fine, provided he knows I’m not going to leave him for a life with Malcolm. That’s where we got to with Chris. At first, it hurt and shocked him, but he became okay with me loving Chris when I reassured him I wasn’t going to leave him for Chris. In fact, he actually came to get off on the fact that I loved Chris and was in love with him, it actually made Dave more excited. Once he gets used to the fact that I love Malcolm, I think Dave will be fine with it. And who knows, this time it should be easier for him. After all, he’s got Veronica and Haley in his life now, and I know he’s got feelings for them. Who knows, maybe this will give him license to be more honest about his own feelings for Veronica.”

Every word Jill said felt like a hammer blow. Every word felt like a hammer blow knocking the breath bit-by-bit out of my collapsing lungs. I felt like I’d been poleaxed, winded by an unseen blow. Struggling for breath and feeling like my chest would explode. My sight again disappearing down that spiraling tunnel, only brought back to the here and now by the insistent squeezing of Veronica’s soft hand and her other hand tenderly stroking my hair.

Veronica briefly leaned forward and tapped the iPad screen, causing it to pause as I remembered it was a video file, not a live feed. She looked at me with big doe eyes, eyes which mixed love, hope, and sympathy. “Is it true, Dave? That you got excited by Jill being in love with another guy? That it turned you on and you liked it that she loved someone else?”

I felt my cheeks fill with blood as I blushed a deep red. I’d learned to admit to many embarrassing things this last year, but having to answer so blunt and direct a question as this when I was feeling at such an emotional low ebb filled me with dread.

“I won’t think any the less of you, Dave, honest. After all, how’s it different from what I already know? That you love watching Jill being a size queen, with Malcolm or any other big black or white cock she can find.” Her tone was soft and sympathetic, even if the words themselves were not.

“Yes,” my dry and emotion-wracked voice squeaked out.

Veronica reached to stroke my hair again, her smile soft and loving. “It’s okay, Dave, honey. I still love you, I don’t think any the less of you.”

Bang! There it was. I knew it wasn’t true, but a tiny part of my brain wondered if Jill, Veronica, and Malcolm had almost coordinated this moment. Deep down I’d known for some time now that Veronica loved me. The way she looked at me, the way her face lit up when she saw me. But although we’d talked about and admitted having feelings for each other, we’d never used the L-word before. She’d never said it, but I also knew this was because Veronica sensed I wasn’t ready for this level of honesty yet.

But what we’d just seen and heard from back home in Miami had changed all of that. Had changed the rules of the game. Malcolm and Jill had come out of the closet, their love now publicly declared, symbolized by his signet ring hanging around my wife’s neck. And now freed from her bonds by the actions of my wife and her lover, Veronica was making a heartfelt and honest bid for me to do the right thing and tell her how I felt about her.

Looking deep into her eyes I suddenly saw salvation, a surefire path to forget the pain of what I’d just seen and heard and the fears it stoked in my chest, and I dove headfirst into the refuge of how Veronica felt about me.

At first, I didn’t declare my love by saying the word, instead, I chose to show her by physical actions. Grasping her head between my shaking hands in a desperate vice-like grip and almost draining the very life from her with the intensity and neediness of the way I kissed her. Never wanting the kiss to end as I pushed my tongue as far into her mouth as it would physically go.

When my need for air finally forced me to end the kiss, I looked deep into those loving brown eyes and told her exactly what she wanted to hear, what at this low ebb of a moment I needed to tell someone. “I love you, Veronica. I really love you, baby, and I’m sorry it’s taken until now, that it’s taken this to make me be honest with you and with myself.”

A beautiful and happy smile slowly broke on Veronica’s face. “It’s okay, baby. I know it’s more complicated for you, what with Jill, and with what happened with Chris. It’s been easier for me, for me to fall in love with you, because you’re the only person in my life, in my heart.”

And then as if by instinct we both knew the time for words was done. We both wanted the same thing, to show our love for each other with physical actions, our hands eagerly grasping buttons and garments and stripping each other naked as quickly as we could. Feeling a wonderful warmth in my chest as I felt Veronica’s soft hand grasp my manhood, just as my lips locked themselves around her plump and swollen nipples. The two of us savoring the moment as we touched and kissed, nibbled and stroked, somehow even more hungry for each other’s bodies than we’d been all the weeks ago on our first night together. Emotion, pure, and finally declared love was fueling our need, giving our need for each other an adrenaline rush that was special to both of us.

We must have enjoyed each other’s bodies like this for ages before finally, I was at a place where I knew I needed to be deep within Veronica’s body. To feel her warm and moist pussy enveloping my manhood, the soft skin of her arms and legs wrapped around me like she never meant to let me go, her lips hot and hungry on mine. And the best thing of all was that from the look in Veronica’s eyes I knew she wanted exactly the same.

I didn’t last long, but it didn’t matter. The next few minutes were magical for both of us. Finally united as one, now both physically and emotionally united, loving each other on a new and higher plane. The looks that passed between us meaning that no words were needed, although that wasn’t to last long as we both enjoyed the new level of liberation between us.

“Dave, I love you, I love you with all my heart.” There were tears in her eyes as she continued. “I know I probably have to share you with Jill, that I can’t have you all to myself, but that’s okay, provided I know that you love me like you love Jill, provided I know that I’m in your life and if you’re in my life, I’ll put up with sharing you.”

I looked back into her teary eyes and felt the same things as she’d just said. “Me too, I’ll never stop loving Jill, I’ll not lie to you about that, you deserve the truth. But I do love you, Veronica, and I’m sorry I made you wait so long to hear those words. But now that I’ve said it, I want you to know how much I love you, how much I love having you and Haley in my life.

As we looked into each other’s eyes the strangest of thoughts came into my head. I suddenly had an almost overwhelming urge to flip Veronica over and fuck her in the ass. Fuck her in the ass and ask her all about her times with Malcolm as her lover. How it had been for her, how it compared to being with me, how much better his big cock felt.

But as soon as the thought had come I found myself awash with guilt, that a moment like this when we’d just declared our love for each other, I should be thinking of this sweet woman as some kind of surrogate for my wife, some kind of link to Jill who was at this very moment on the other side of the country with her lover.

Maybe another time, but not now, not at this special moment between us. Even a man with my weaknesses had the strength not to sully this special moment between us, and so instead I kissed Veronica with a love and tenderness that was both genuine and partly fueled by guilt.

It seemed to do the trick and I was suddenly back in the moment, all thoughts of Jill and Malcolm and anal sex a distant memory as we both gave ourselves fully to the act of consummating our newly declared love. The urgency we each felt growing spurring us to go faster and faster until finally I made that deepest of lunges and we cried out, making a final declaration of our love as we both came together. The fitting end to our love-making, marking as it did the start of this new chapter in our relationship.

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It took us some time to recover from our physical and emotional exertions, but I was truly happy and contented as I looked across at this wonderful woman who loved me, loving the way she looked back at me. Even if she didn’t speak her eyes cried out ‘my man’ as she looked at me, a twinkling openness in her eyes I’d not seen before today.

Veronica’s hand hovered above the pause symbol on the iPad screen. “Are you ready for this, honey? Remember, baby, I’m here for you, and we can stop it anytime it gets too much for you …” A nervousness and love in her voice which I knew would make it easier for me to watch the rest of the file Luther had secretly recorded. A big part of me didn’t want to watch the rest, but a stronger part was the self-harming junkie within me that craved both the pleasure and pain that the unwatched remainder of the video file promised.

My lips pulled together tight in a grimace at what lay ahead, I gave the smallest of nods to Veronica and watched as her fingers pressed the screen, throwing the modern equivalent of the hangman’s lever.

The last few minutes had been so intense and so focused on our hotel room and on the feelings Veronica and I had for each other, it felt strange to re-orient myself and immerse myself in what was happening back in Miami. Hearing and seeing the sights and words was a jolt to my system.

Veronica backed up the file a little and I was again forced to hear Jill’s earlier declaration re-stated, about how I’d got off on how she loved Chris and how maybe now that her love for Malcolm was out in the public I’d be more honest about my feelings for Veronica.

During all the time Veronica and I had just been totally focused on each other, a little part of my brain had been wondering what would happen next between Jill and Malcolm. And now as the video moved forward, I was about to find out, the first new development that the running video showed was Luther gently moving Dee off his lap and walking over to stand directly in front of Jill and Malcolm. He kissed Jill softly on the lips and reached behind her neck, unclasping the gold chain from which Malcolm’s Special Forces ring was hanging. Holding up the chain and catching the ring in the palm of his hand as it ran off the chain.

With a big grin on his face, he pulled Jill’s pale and much smaller left hand into his own and straightened her fingers, gently twisting and pulling at Jill’s three rings until they were off her ring finger and secure in his fist. His grin suddenly replaced by a much more serious look he gazed into Jill’s eyes and started sliding Malcolm’s ring onto my wife’s now bare ring finger.

“Who knows? Maybe one day? Who knows what the future holds? Maybe it would even excite your kinky little cuck of a husband, to see you wearing Malcolm’s ring one day?”

I felt a shiver run down my spine, the way that Luther was looking at Jill, the way she was looking back at him. That look between them so different than the humorous grin with which he’d started this little jest. The way that Jill looked back at him scaring me to death, making me doubt all over again her promise to never leave me, making me remember words she’d once said to Chris. That she wished there were two of her – so that she could be with Chris as well as be with me.

Luther was a bastard, doing this. Jill had no idea that I was watching, but Luther knew damn well that I was watching and how much anguish and pain this little game would cause me. But he didn’t care – he’d warned me he liked to play with people’s lives and like a fool, like a moth to the flame I’d allowed myself to be drawn in. And this was the price I was now paying.

They continued to stare into each other’s eyes, Jill’s lips starting to move apart as if she was preparing to say something, before they closed again as she thought better of it, making me breathe a sigh of relief as Veronica squeezed at my hand. I kissed her, just for a moment turning away from the screen. That moment being the moment when Jill must have changed her mind again, as I suddenly heard what she’d stopped herself saying.

“Who knows?” she declared, echoing Luther’s words. “Who knows?” There was a look in her eyes that terrified as if for the first time Jill was seriously contemplating leaving me for another man. I wondered if this was the look in her eyes when she had just for a moment agreed to leave me for Chris.

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t? But something told me that what she and Malcolm had represented even more of a threat to our marriage. At the end of the day, Chris was a playboy. A guy who loved to play the field, something that Jill knew only too well, something that would always act as a brake on how far she’d give her heart to him. But I sensed Malcolm was a totally different kind of guy. A guy whose whole code and ethos had been loyalty, sacrifice, and commitment – even unto death. This was a guy who when he found the right woman wouldn’t want to play the field – to have his cake and eat it. He was a guy who when he found the right woman would fight tooth and nail for that woman and would gladly give all he had to make her happy and to make her his. I didn’t suddenly doubt Jill’s love for me, but what I did do was realize the size of the threat, the force of personality, and commitment of the guy who loved Jill and just how far he’d likely go to have as much of Jill as he could. Maybe for now accepting to share Jill, but for how long until he wanted her all to himself.

These were the chilling thoughts that went through my head as Luther took Jill by both hands and helped her to her feet, my wife now standing there in just her smooth white bikini briefs and the five-inch black heels which showed off her shapely legs to such good effect.

Luther gave Jill another soft kiss on the lips, his hands cupping and weighing her big boobs as he did so. He still had that same serious look on his face as he stopped feeling Jill’s boobs and instead held both her hands in his hands, almost like some religious ceremony.

“Jill, baby, I’m really pleased how far you and Malcolm have come.”

I wondered where this was going. “And as your friend and sexual mentor, I have a request. I want to watch as you give yourself fully to Malcolm for the first time. As you give yourself not just physically, but also emotionally, spiritually, give yourself totally to him. Jill, sweetheart, will you do that for me – will you let me watch here and now while you consummate your knew relationship with Malcolm. While you give yourself totally to him, his ring on your finger as you give him both your body and your heart.

I felt tears in my eyes as I stared at that little screen – willing Jill to resist, to say no, to walk off – but I knew in my heart she’d do none of those, and a sick part of me wanted her to carry on and do exactly as Luther wanted. To give me the purest and biggest fix of my cuckold pleasure and never mind the price to be paid tomorrow or the day after.

Don’t do this, Jill. Do it, Jill, do it. The two warring parts of my personality fought a civil war in my head, but even as part of me willed it to stop I’d seen enough today to know what would happen.

Jill just gave the smallest of smiles to Luther and kissed him just as he’d kissed her. Nothing sexual, just a touching of lips, an answer yes without the need for words.

Seeing this Malcolm stood up, gently grasping Jill by her shoulders and turning her away from Luther and towards himself. The kiss that he and Jill then shared was most definitely a sexual kiss, a kiss that was hot and hungry and which declared to all the world what was about to happen. Malcolm's hands lustfully squeezing and rubbing at Jill’s big breasts as they kissed as long as their breath would allow them, Jill’s own hands not idle as she pulled at Malcolm’s trunks to release what she was intent on enjoying.

Having kicked his trunks off, Malcolm led Jill by the hand over towards a solid-looking sun lounger and proceeded to lay down on the sun lounger – his huge black cock sticking directly up in a way that told me what was expected next.

They made love hundreds of times before, but something felt different about the way that Jill pulled down her bikini bottoms and half-stepped the lounger so that her pussy was directly above Malcolm’s ramrod straight cock. This may have been Luther’s request, but Jill only looked at one man as she lowered her body so that she could slowly and lovingly impale herself on the long thick penis of the man who she loved. She seemed to take special pleasure in the extremely slow, deliberate way that she sank down until finally all of Malcolm’s thick length was deep inside her body.

Just for a moment, she did look across at Luther, before returning her gaze to the man whose penis she’d just taken into her depths. She had her right hand on his shoulder for balance as she looked straight into his eyes, holding her ring finger directly in front of his face. “I love you, Malcolm. I want you to know that. I want my husband to know that. And I want all of our friends and everyone at work to know that.”

Then she lowered her face the last few inches and gave him a soft and tender kiss. A kiss devoid of the pure heat and lust of their last kiss. A kiss that was symbolic of love and commitment. The kind of loving kiss a bride gives a groom when the vows have been exchanged. I knew in my heart this was exactly what that bastard Luther had intended when he’d asked Jill to consummate the new status of her relationship with Malcolm in front of him. Jill thought it was a request for Luther’s pleasure – he and I knew better, that it was a request mainly to again torment and stick it to me just as he’d so often done in the past.

When their long, tender kiss came to an end Jill placed her left hand on Malcolm’s shoulder and levered herself back up so that his big black cock started slowly reappearing into the daylight, like some sexual conjuring trick. Now you see it, now you don’t – the magic trick of Jill’s hungry pussy and cock of black.

With Jill all the way up, just the fat head of Malcolm’s cock still inside her, Malcolm started to push upwards, but a gentle but firm hand on his stomach stopped his upward thrust. “No, baby, I want this all to be me. All to me giving myself to you, not you taking me, that can come later.”

Malcolm didn’t say anything – he didn’t need to, his satisfied and contented smile said it all for him as Jill used her slick and stretched pussy like some kind of sexual glove to milk and pleasure the man she loved. Up and down, up and down she slowly and surely went, pausing just for the briefest of moments to pull Malcolm’s large black hands up so that that they could squeeze and own her beautiful tits.

“I love you, baby,” he declared as he gently played with the breasts that had fed our children and which had been mine until my lusts had caused me to share Jill with other guys.

“I love you too, Malcolm, and I promise that as soon as Dave gets home, I’ll tell him how things are now, how things are changed.”