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Saturday May 31 19:00“I’d like to apologize,” the man says. “For yesterday. It was… I don’t…”“Think nothing of it. The important thing is that you’re here,” I say, smiling at him before once again focusing on Pet. “You look resplendent,” I tell her.Pet was good enough to text me at midday, letting me know that the couple would indeed honour me with their presence this evening. Truth be told, I wasn’t entirely sure; not after last night, not after Cuck’s birthday bash. I texted her back, “B sure to wear that black ensemble u bought last week.”She didn’t text me back, but here she is wearing the black ensemble, nylon legs rising from high heels, slinky dress clinging to her frame. I envisage the lace undies beneath, matching knickers and bra. “Thank you,” she says blushing.You would hardly think it’s the same woman as yesterday. She’s back to her old, demure, slightly nervous self. In its way that’s more interesting to me.I take them on the grand tour of the house. It’s not that big, but comfortable enough. It soon becomes clear to me that whatever Cuck says about being sorry, he’s still not quite on an even keel. It occurs to me that the future of our strange relationship is uncertain, but I’m also determined to follow my plan through, to make the most of things while I can.I offer them drinks. Pet opts for Baileys, but once handed the glass manages to avoid tasting any, just holding the object as if slightly scared of it. Perhaps she is. If last night was anything to go by, it wouldn’t take much to loosen her up. Cuck has no such reservations, immediately taking a large gulp of Scotch, which is my poison too, though I’m determined to make it last. “Feel free to top up whenever you like,” I say. I show Pet to the settee and invite her to sit down, which she does, slightly nervously, legs pushed together, standing her glass on the table in front of her and looking suspiciously at the laptop stood there. Cuck doesn’t join her, but chooses an armchair where he can’t quite see the screen, not that there’s anything to see for the moment, except the screensaver.There’s no point in trying for idle chit chat. We all know what we’re here for. “I thought we might watch something fun,” I announce, sweeping my finger across the touchpad, clearing the screensaver. “You can join us on the settee if you like, Cuck.”Cuck shakes his head as I set things in motion, the sequence of clips I’ve prepared earlier. Sitting down next to Pet, I put my arm around her, without saying anything. In front of us, the moving images play out in fullscreen. The clips are all homemade, no professionals, but there’s no end to the variety I’ve prepared; handjobs, blowjobs, threesomes, foursomes, facials, bondage, toys, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration, orgies and fetishes.Pet is silent too. We sit there in silence, my arm around her shoulders, staring at the screen. As we do, her husband watches us, with eyes that will see so such more, yet aren’t quite sure they want to. After about fifteen minutes I say, “So what do you think of my collection, Pet?”Pet begins to stammer. “I-I-I like to read st-stories,” she says. “I don’t… d-don’t usually watch… watch…”I fall silent again, doing nothing more than positioning my other hand on her leg, right where the dress meets nylon stocking. Cuck looks, watches, jealous, protective, resentful, and full of the shame that comes from knowing that ultimately everything that happens to his wife will happen because he wants to see it happen.Fifteen minutes more pass. Then I say, “You seem a little on edge, Pet. Are you nervous? Ashamed to be watching?”On the screen a brunette is stroking her boyfriend’s cock with both hands, her mouth hovering seductively close to it. Pet looks at the screen without answering, her eyes almost somewhere else. I stroke her thigh, feeling the nylon beneath my fingertips. Cuck watches, his tongue wetting his lips.“Or does watching this make you horny, Pet?” On the screen the woman has turned around, backing up, her naked arse closing in on her boyfriend’s cock. “Are you longing to get dirty?”Pet tenses at this. She shifts ever so slightly. “Please,” she whispers. “Just do what you… want to do. I can’t stand it.. the waiting.”“But almanbahis şikayet that’s the best part, Pet, the suspense.”Cuck has that look in his eye, the look that says he wants to see things happen, but is terrified of what might happen at the same time.“Please,” Pet says. “I can’t bear it.”“The watching or the waiting?”On screen the brunette has backed onto the cock and is jerking her body hard. Pet just stares. Cuck stares at us.“The thing is, Pet,“ I say, “that you look so ravishing in that outfit, that I can’t bring myself to get you to take it off. I could just sit here, looking at you all night.”“I’m flattered,” Pet whispers, “but… but…”.She falls silent, but it’s true. The way the dress clings to her is absolutely magnificent, the nylon on her legs, the nice show of cleavage.“Still,” I say, “I also know there’s some nice underwear under that dress, and it would be a shame not to see it.” Pet looks suitably embarrassed. “Stand up!”Pet rises. I reach out, touching her behind. “The way that dress clings to your arse is such a turn on,” I tell her.“Thank you,” she murmurs.“Still, needs must. Cuck! Roll your wife’s dress up to her waist.”The man looks almost surprised that I’m allowing him to touch Pet. He gets up, comes across and grips the hem of her tight-fitting dress, rolling it slowly up to her waist, exposing her stocking-tops, then her knickers. I reach out a hand, stroking the material that clings to Pet’s buttocks. Cuck looks tense. “Thanks,” I tell him. “You’ve done your bit.”He doesn’t sit down immediately, but goes to the drinks table to replenish his glass. Pet’s glass is still on the table in front of her, untouched. Mine is empty, but I don’t want any more. “Such a lovely arse,” I say.“Thank you,” Pet says.I remove my hand. “You can sit down now, Pet.”She does so, still tense, nervous, exuding shame and longing in equal measure. I replace my hand on her thigh, two fingers on soft skin, two on her stocking top. On screen a different brunette flinches as rivers of cum strike her face. I put my other arm around Pet, pushing my lips up against her ear. “That really puts me in the mood,” I tell her.Cuck is back in the armchair, looking, waiting, anticipating with mixed feelings evident in his eyes.“Then please don’t… don’t keep me in suspense,” Pet whispers.I remove my lips from her ear, watching the action as my fingertips trace a path across her inner thigh. “So tense, Pet”, I say. “Relax.”She doesn’t, of course. My fingertips move up to her stomach, then down. The panties are a tight fit, but I manage to get my fingers underneath the hem. Down, down, across her mound, then sliding into the cove protected by her labia. When my finger slides up against her clit she gives a little squeak, a whimper. “Push your lips up against my ear,” I murmur.She does as I say, her hot breath breezing into my brain. I tease her nub gently with my finger, enjoying the rhythm of her breathing, the tiny squeaks of reluctant, shameful pleasure that gradually increase in strength, hovering through my aural passage. Cuck sits on tenterhooks, watching. Watching the movement of my hand in his wife’s knickers.We sit like that for ten minutes, as untold events unfold on the screen in front of Pet and I. Hot breath flowing into my ear, those soft, soft, barely audible moans. Then Pet’s lips move, she whispers. “Please, I can’t stand it. Do something to me, please!”I can tell that Cuck can’t hear. He hardly stirs at all. I move my arm from Pet’s shoulders, finding a way to manoeuvre it as she keeps her lips pushed up against me. I have to twist my body awkwardly to trace a path across her neck, then down towards her breasts. I slide a finger into her cleavage, all the while continuing to tease her clit. My hand slides inside her dress, finds her bra, fingers managing to make their way under the snug fit. I fondle her breast under her dress, her bra; Pet’s hard nipple up against the palm of my hand, her soft lips against my ear, warm and wet, soft moans increasing in strength, until finally I can see that Cuck hears.There’s wild fucking on the screen as Pet whispers. “I can’t stand it, I need something more,” her voice mixing with the loud cries from the woman on the screen.I almanbahis canlı casino withdraw my hands, shifting my body and standing up. “Right,” I say. “I’m in the mood to play a game? What do you both say?”I look from one to the other, seeing their incomprehension, their trepidation.“What do you say, Pet?” She stares, open-mouthed. “Have you ever played Porn Roulette?”Her eyes widen, betraying nervousness. Cuck frowns. “I don’t know what that is,” Pet says.“It’s easy,” I say. “You just choose a porn site, but before you log on, you also choose a thumbnail. The first one on page one, or the last one on page two, or the sixth one on page six, whatever takes your fancy. Then you watch the clip, and whatever it is, you have to replicate it as best you can afterwards.”Neither Pet nor Cuck say anything. “Oh come on,” I say, “it’ll be fun.”“I don’t know,” Pet says quietly.“I’m not taking no for an answer,” I say, smiling, but with steel in my eyes.Cuck is looking at his wife, and it’s as if his look somehow tips her over the edge. “All right then,” she says. And now she leans forward, picking up her glass and sipping some of the alcoholic liquid from it.“Grand!” I say. “You go first Pet. Name a porn site.”She blushes. “I-I… don’t really know any,” she says. “Can’t you go first? So that we can see how it works.”“Fine,” I say. “Let’s go with the thirteenth clip on page 13, shall we? Unlucky for some, but maybe lucky for us?”I turn, stopping the sequence of clips and calling up a site of my own choosing. I call up the 13th clip on page 13 and settle back on the settee, once again laying a hand on Pet’s thigh. She has the glass of Baileys in her hand, and takes another sip, then almost immediately giggles, “I knew I shouldn’t have. I’m feeling a little tipsy already.”This at least confirms my intuition about Pet and alcohol. Cuck springs into action now, coming round behind us to see what’s happening on the screen. Fortunately it’s not something likely to cause him or Pet to kick up a fuss, even if I might have preferred something stronger myself.When it’s over, Pet turns to me. “Am I supposed to…?”“You saw the woman,” I say.Pet’s legs part as I get up. Tentatively she moves her hand down between her legs, touching her crotch through her panties, just like the woman in the clip did. I move round behind, unable to resist saying, “Move aside Cuck.”The man steps to one side, staring at his wife as she rubs herself through the lacy fabric. “It seems such a shame to have to pull your dress down,” I say, “but that’s the game.” I slide the straps of the dress off her shoulders, rolling the garment down beneath her breasts. Then I grab them, fondling her through her bra, leaning over her, seeing pleasure merge with shame in her eyes. But she doesn’t say anything, isn’t making a sound, even when it’s time to slide the bra straps down and pull the cups down under her breasts.“Nice big nipples,” I say, grabbing her naked breasts and squeezing them. “I like that. It shows you’re in heat.”Pet goes ever so slightly red. I grab the arm she’s using to stroke the outside of her panties. “Get your hand in your knickers,” I say. “Stroke your fucking pussy and feel how wet it is.”“They didn’t actually say anything, that couple,” Cuck says.“Who the fuck cares?” I say. “It’s just a game. They were on a bed too. What the hell differences does it make?” But I do the other part as was done, bending over Pet, squeezing her tits and sucking on her nipples in turn. The guy in the clip had hardly been gentle, nor am I, as I dig my fingers into Pet’s flesh, sucking hold of her teats and pulling on them. They snap back into place, big and round and erect. Her hand moves inside her panties.I move round the settee, grabbing Pet’s hand and pulling it out of her knickers, then I pull them aside, roughly digging two fingers into her. She gasps out loud as I wriggle my fingers inside her. “Nicely wet,” I say as Pet shifts slightly.She is too. I keep digging as I lean over the woman, once again sucking on her teats, one after the other. Cuck stands there, watching, looking strangely stern this time as his wife’s tit flesh is elongated. Her pussy responds to the rough treatment too, growing wetter as I shift almanbahis casino my fingers inside her.I pull back. Pet looks at me in a way that suggests she wished I’d go on for longer. “Such a shame to have to do this,” I say, grabbing her panties. She does her bit, raising her buttocks so that I can pull her knickers off. “Now play with yourself, Pet.”She looks a little lost all of a sudden, as one hand slowly moves down her body.“You saw the woman, Pet,” I say. “Spread your legs wide and stroke your hot snatch for me while you play with your tits. Do it, Pet.”We stand there, me in front of Pet, Cuck diagonally behind, watching as a finger slides down between her petals. Pet looks a little bit embarrassed, a little bit unsure of herself, but that’s half the fun. Her other hand moves across her breasts, more rubbing and stroking than playing, but I don’t care. “Good job,” Pet, I encourage. “You look gorgeous sitting there playing with yourself.”She blinks, looking bashful. “I feel so dirty,” she confides.I frown at Cuck who seems about to say something and he clams up, taking a sip of his drink instead. “Do you want me to lick you now, Pet?” I ask. “Lick your hot pussy while you play with your tits, just like that couple did?”She nods, looking almost relieved at not having to show off for me anymore. I kneel before her, moving my head in between her thighs, kissing her pussy lips, sliding my tongue over her. Her hands are moving across her breasts, but not doing much, just grazing her flesh, her hard nipples.I tease my tongue in between her petals, aiming straight for her clit. She breathes heavily and her body shifts. I reach in and find her entrance with one finger, sliding it inside. She breathes heavily again as my tongue flicks at her. I’m happy to delight in the damp, the heat, the smell of her pussy for a long time, sliding my finger back and forth, teasing her inner sanctum, letting my tongue stimulate her nub. As long as it takes for a proper moan to emerge; a loud, unmistakable “come-fuck-me” moan.When it comes, I pull away. “Well,” I say, “I think that’s that clip done. Your turn to pick one, Pet.”“I-I- don’t know,” she says.“What don’t you know, Pet? If you want to play anymore?”She leans forward and takes a mouthful of Baileys. This seems to steel her. “No,” she says, “I do want to play. It’s just…”“Just…?”“I’m all flustered. Sorry.”“That’s all right,” I say. “Take your time.”“It’s just… I’m not sure how to choose.”I’m about to explain again, when Cuck says impatiently. “Oh for goodness sake, just pick the first clip that comes up.”I decide to allow this. “Well,” I say, turning and clicking on the computer mouse. “Here comes Cuck’s choice for the evening; his choice for what his wife will get to do next.”On screen a woman immediately appears sitting on top of a man with his cock in her arse. She’s crying out. I bring up fullscreen, turning to see both Cuck and Pet with their mouths open. Their expressions say it all.“You picked a good one there, Cuck,” I say.His face is ashen. “You’re not doing that to Pet,” he says. “It’s out of the question.”Behind me the porn star in the clip is sighing and moaning and crying out, “Yes! Mmm! Mmm! Uhuhuhuh! Yes!”I give off a thin smile. Obviously this is one pleasure Cuck has always been denied, if he’s ever wanted it. “Why don’t you let Pet decide what she wants?” I tell him, before turning to Pet, who is still staring wide-eyed at the screen. “What do you say, Pet?”Pet looks at me, a bit scared. “I-I-I…” she stutters. “I couldn’t, really.”“No?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Have you ever tried?”“Look…” Cuck begins, but Pet interrupts him.“It’s-It’s… not… natural, is it?”“Well,” I say, “Considerations like that have never stopped me in the past, but it you really don’t want to try, we’ll leave it.” I sense her relief as I turn to sit next to her again, my hand once again on her thigh. She stiffens when I say, “But if you ever want to try…”“She won’t,” Cuck says behind us. “Haven’t you understood that yet?”“There’s a first time for everything,” I say breezily.On screen the woman is up on all fours, still having her arse hammered by a trunk of a cock. “Oh yes, give me your cock!” she moans. “I love your cock!”“Not that,” Cuck says.“What do you think, Pet?” I ask. “Don’t mind Grumpus back there. Isn’t there the tiniest piece of you that isn’t curious?”Pet breathes heavily. “It’s very wrong of you to ask me such things when I’m tipsy and suggestible,” she says.“Oh, Pet,” I reply.
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