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“What delightful housework is my sweet cuckold doing on his day off work?” Mary said, surveying the mess of clothes spread across the children’s beds. “Packing the kid’s stuff.” “What for?” “I’m taking them to Disney.” “Come again?” “You’re seeing Leonard, so I thought I’d take the kids to Disney.” “That’s crazy. There’s no point in going there and back in a day.” “We’re going for the week.” “What?” This time there was an edge of anxiety in her voice; the mocking curiosity had gone. “You’re doing something you like, so I thought I’d do something I liked.” “What do you expect me to do?” “Be pleased for me. That’s what you said when you told me that sex with Leonard was more important than sex with me. “I didn’t say that.” “You said I should be pleased for you because you were getting something I couldn’t give you. The implication was clear. What did you expect me to think?” “You’re serious aren’t you.” “Absolutely.” “Simon, petty revenge doesn’t suit you.” “I’m not being petty. I got a second job when you said you wanted to give up work to be with the kids. I missed a whole heap of stuff. I missed Annie walking for the first time. I missed both their first words. I’ve missed so much; but I thought I was giving you something important. I was giving you my time with the kids.” For a moment he struggled, tearing up. He turned away, picked up a pair of socks and carefully rolled them together and placed them in the suitcase. “You started seeing Leonard because you said I was never home. I’m catching up. I’m going to have a good time with my kids. We’ll take pictures, we’ll tell you all about it.” “I’m only seeing Leonard on Sunday. What will I do for the rest of the week?” “Be pleased for us.” “Simon, don’t be nasty .” “I’m not being nasty. I’m just trying to find a way through this. I have to have something.” “Did I really hurt you that much?” Simon looked at the floor for a moment and hesitated. “Go on, say it.” “I tried to get over it,” he said, “but it leaves a hole in my life. I have to fill it with something. You have Leonard. What have I got?” “You have your work.” “The work is only for you and the kids” “You’ve got me.” “I haven’t got you. Leonard has you whenever he wants, and you have Leonard. I come third. The kids are all I have.” “Do you really think that?” “Mary, thinking has nothing to do with it; it’s feelings that matter, how I feel. I feel love for you I don’t think love; it’s not maths or logic. I feel wounded. I’m struggling to keep up and I’m losing ground.” “I’m sorry.” “So am I, but you saying sorry makes it hurt more because you know it’s a lie. You’re sorry that I’m hurt because you told yourself that I wouldn’t mind because I was working all the time, but now you know that’s not true. You told yourself that it’s alright because I’m learning to live with it. What it amounts to is that you intend to go on hurting me, to go on pretending that I won’t really mind. So,” he said, taking a deep breath, “I am going to take the kids to Disney.” “So you want to hurt me back?” “No. I don’t want to hurt you any more than you wanted to hurt me, but I need this as much as you say you need Leonard. I have to have something that’s mine. While we’re away see if you can think of a better way to do this.” “Will you be able to manage the kids?” she said, trying to drag the conversation back to the mundane. “I’ll find out. If we end up divorced, I’ll have to manage. Disney will be good practice, and something good to build on if it comes to that.” “You mean if we split up you’d take the children.” “Will Leonard have them?” “He’s married.” “So?” “What do you mean, so?” “I’m married, you’re married; what does that have to do with anything. Does his wife even know about you?” “No.” “So, there it is. If we broke up, you can’t move in with Leonard. Could you be a single mum and keep the kids? How would you respond to Leonard’s beck and call then? I can’t work two jobs to have my kids looked after by some random nanny when Leonard wants to screw you. It would kill me. I have to be able to look after the kids, and if they have a nanny it will be someone I choose. Disney seems like a good place to start; plenty of distractions to cover my incompetence while I am learning. The kids will have fun even if I’m hopeless.” “Simon, do you want me to stop seeing him?” “Yes I do…” he sighed. “But you don’t want that. If you gave up Leonard what would happen? Every time I tried to make love to you, you’d think of Leonard. You’d look for someone else. Not straight away, but eventually.” He looked at the floor for a moment, unable to risk her gaze. “For us to live the way we do I still have to work a lot. We need the house, the kids need food and clothes and so do you. You’d get tired of me again; you’d want something Escort side else. I thought Leonard would be safe because he’s married. I thought he wouldn’t take you away. I didn’t think it through enough, and I didn’t realize that he’d be demanding and disrespectful to me and the kids.” This time it was her turn to sigh. Simon kept on packing; neat and systematic as always, ticking things off and placing each in the case as though there was a blueprint in his head. “Simon, is there any way we can fix this?” “I thought we could both think about it next week,” he said. Standing up for a moment and managing to make eye contact. “One thing crossed my mind. I don’t know if I should say; you probably won’t like it.” “Simon, please.” “I’d like to have sex with you before you go to him. Not every time. Not every time, but sometimes — when I want to, so I don’t feel third; so having him is something I’m giving you, not something he’s taking from me.” “He’s not taking from you.” “He is. He could say no. He could respect my marriage like I am respecting his. I’m not telling his wife; I’m just taking my kids to Disney.” “It’s me that’s taking from you.” “So it’s all over then? You’re leaving me?” “No, I don’t want to leave you.” “Do you want to come to Disney?” “I have to see Leonard.” “So we’ll go without you.” “Simon, things will never be the same if you do this.” “Sorry love but you need to catch up,” he said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “Everything has already changed. The only question is what it’s changed into. You told me he came first, you said you wanted to save yourself for him. That changed everything.” “Simon please.” “Sorry,” he sighed, “I’m overdoing it. That’s why I want to get away with the kids. I need some distance, some space to think.” “Simon, other people make these things work. You’ve seen the movies, we’ve both read their web sites.” “There’s a difference. Cuckolding is a great fetish for those who get off on their wife being fucked by other men. Good luck to those who like that, but I don’t. I know you wish I did, but I don’t. All I’m asking is for Leonard to show some respect for both of us and our kids. Ask him if he’ll leave his wife and marry you?” “I don’t want to marry him.” “Ask him to tell his wife about you, so at least both of us are in the same position. Will you do that?” “I don’t want to. I don’t want to wreck what we have.” “You don’t want to wreck what you have with him; but wrecking us is okay? Right? What about telling him that you’re going to give me as much sex as him?” “Maybe I don’t want to do that.” “You promised to love, honor and cherish me. What does that mean to you? Right now I don’t feel honored or cherished. I know you feel distressed about what it’s doing to me.” For a second he caught her gaze and returned a wan smile. “I’m not saying there isn’t still some love.” “Are you determined to end our marriage?” “No, no, no. I just want to take the kids to Disney. I’d love to take my wife too, but she doesn’t want to come. Please don’t try to make me responsible. I’m not the one who changed everything.” He closed the case and checked the passports again. “Give the kids a kiss and tell them you hope they have a good time and then we’ll be off.” * * * On Sunday morning Mary watched Leonard’s car roll along the road. Standing naked at the window; trying to be as brazen as she could to ramp up her excitement, she could feel her heart racing. She hit the remote and opened the garage door. Leonard’s car rolled in. She ran across to the internal door and stood naked as Leonard got out of the car. She remotely closed the garage and backed into the kitchen to wait for him. “You’re kind of keen today. What’s the rush?” “Simon’s taken the kids to Disney. I’m all alone and all I could think of was you. Can you come again tomorrow?” “I haven’t come at all yet girl. Stop talking and get on your knees.” “I didn’t mean that.” “Knees bitch.” Mary sank to her knees and peeled open Leonard’s zip and in two seconds had her mouth wrapped around his rapidly expanding cock. “So I’ve got you all to myself?” “Mmmm,” she gurgled. “I think I’d like to fuck you in every room in the house. Let’s start with the kitchen table.” He pulled out of her mouth. “Hey, find me a table cloth. I want you on there like you were a meal.” “I want to talk to you.” “Right now woman I want to fuck you. We can talk when I’m done. I guess I mean when you’re done. Ha, ha, get it. Table cloth — the best you’ve got. Come on, get moving.” Mary gave his cock one more despairing look. She’d have to satisfy him. Maybe once he’d come she’d get the chance. She opened a drawer and pulled out the best linen cloth, spread it on the table and carefully positioned herself manavgat escort on it. As she lay down he reached into the same drawer and grabbed a serviette, complete with ring. He walked around to where her head lay and put his fingers into her mouth. “This looks like a perfect fit,” he said. “Open wide.” “What are you doing?” “Giving you a ring gag,” he laughed. “A serviette ring gag.” He pressed her mouth open and pulled her jaw down as he forced the wooden ring into place. “Now hold still and leave it there or I’ll put the serviette in as well. Wow, that looks so dirty.” He stood back for a moment and took a picture with his phone. Putting the phone on a chair, he stripped, pulled her legs apart and mounted the table. Mary, for the first time with Leonard, felt anxious but there was nothing she could do. I shouldn’t have told him Simon was away, she thought. There’s no time limit, he can do whatever he likes for a week. For the first time she began to wish that Leonard’s wife knew, or at least that there was some time limit imposed on him. Her anxieties began to disappear as his cock filled her. The hard table hurt her back and the ring in her mouth stretched her jaw. The only way to ignore the pain was to concentrate on what was happening deep in her pelvis. She’d always liked his big cock and his brutal unceremonious approach was exactly what she wanted. Simon never did that, no matter how much she asked. This time Leonard was very fast. She felt him come without any effort on her part and then he pulled out. She watched as the second spurt splashed across her legs and, though she couldn’t see it, her best linen table cloth. He’s like a dog marking its territory, she thought. He strolled around to her head, leaned across and massaged his cock, dripping semen through the ring in her mouth. He laughed as he did it, and then stuffed the serviette into the hole. Still laughing he lifted her shoulders, stood behind her and tied another serviette around her head, holding the gag and the cloth in place. “You wanted to get stuffed,” he said, still laughing. She climbed off the table, her heart sank as she saw the mess on the linen, wishing she could wash it immediately. Before she could do anything he dragged her upstairs, holding her arm and carrying his clothes. The first stop was the kids bedroom. He forced her onto the floor and started taking pictures. “You look amazing. What a slut,” he said. He picked up a big pen from the kids play table, knelt on the floor, and wrote SLUT across her belly. Mary desperately tried to see, hoping he hadn’t picked the Sharpie that was so hard to remove. He sat on her chest with his knees holding her head still. Try as she might she couldn’t move as he wrote the same word across her forehead. He stood back and took another picture. He made sure some cum leaked out of her onto the carpet before he allowed her to move. By the time he had dragged her into the main bedroom he was hard again and this time he took a little longer. He pinched her nipples, played with her clit and wound her up close to a climax before pounding her so hard she thought her fillings would come loose. This time she had the benefit of a shattering orgasm and despite his protesting she tore the gag out of her mouth. “I don’t care what you want,” she said between gasps, “I have to breathe.” “Yeah, yeah,” he said, pulling off her and sounding dismissive; suddenly more interested in making sure that some of his sperm spilled into the bed. She pushed him off and sat up. “You’re making a lot of laundry and cleaning for me.” “I want you to leave it. I want that husband of yours to see the evidence.” “I’m not leaving this to rot for a week.” “He’s gone for a week huh? Finally showing some balls. Did that piss you off?” She turned away, for a second not wanting to show her face. “He wanted some time with the kids,” she mumbled. “There’s not much point in going to Disney for a day trip.” She paused for a moment. “What was that about Simon not having balls?” “He’s a wimp. He lets another man screw his wife.” “You’ve got that the wrong way around. He liberated his wife to screw other guys. It’s not the same thing at all. It takes guts and faith to do that.” “Hang on a second. You said other guys. I said I wanted you for myself. I’m not sharing.” “You share with Simon.” “I’m the bull, I get first choice. That was the deal. That’s always the deal for cuckolds.” “He doesn’t like that, he wants to be first some of the time.” “Well fuck him.” “Maybe I will.” “You’ll do no such thing. In fact I want you to stop fucking him altogether. You can tell him when he gets home. He’s fucked two kids into you, that’s enough. His job now is to bring in the money. I’m doing the fucking around here.” alanya escort bayan She stood up and turned to face him. “Are you going to tell your wife? Are you going to come more often? You can’t expect me to spend all week hurting my husband, who works his socks off for me and the kids, and have you turn up only once only a week to do your wham bam, thank you ma’am.” “Slow down a little there. You’re forgetting yourself. I call the shots. You’ll do as I say.” “Or else what?” “The dirty pictures I’ve just taken — and believe me they are dirty — they’re going all over the neighborhood.” Mary stood, hardly breathing. “Are you seriously trying to blackmail me?” “Call it what you like. We’re doing this my way.” “What if Simon leaves me?” “Tough, but I guess I’d have to call it a day too.” “What?” “He’d kick you out of this place for sure and I can’t have you at home, so I’d have to find another slut. Pity really — you’re a good fuck, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles. So there it is, you’ll have to keep Simon on board.” He laughed. “Gonna be tricky isn’t it, what with refusing him sex and being frustrated all the time because you only get fucked once a week. A hard life but it’ll make you a better fuck.” Mary buried her head in her hands. “Don’t worry about it, you’re gonna get fucked real good once a week and I’ll let you jack Simon off to keep him happy.” Mary continued to sob. Her voice when it came was little more than a husky whisper, lost into the palms of her hands. “That’s what you get off on isn’t it. Power. Power over women, power to wreck marriages.” She forced herself to look up, trying for a moment to meet his eyes but he’d turned away, ignoring her. She caught sight of her image still visible on his phone and a spark of anger woke her up. She reached out to his cock, giving it a squeeze. “You’d better shower,” she said. “Pauline will recognize my perfume if you don’t.” “Smart thinking. Are you going to soap me?” “Let me get my breath back,” she said, leaning forward to kiss his cock. “Start without me.” He laughed and headed for the shower. She watched his back for a second and as soon as he was out of sight, picked up his phone. It was still unlocked and in a few seconds she deleted all the pictures. She was about to drop the phone back among his clothes when a thought crossed her mind. Turning on the front camera she took a selfie of herself from the neck down. She scrolled though his address book to find his wife’s number and attached the picture to a text saying “Home soon.” She hit send, replaced the phone and headed for the shower. * * * Mary spent the next day cleaning the beds and the carpets and waiting for some explosion from Leonard. None came. While the washing machine was removing Leonard from the linen she searched Simon’s computer. She felt guilty doing it, but was relieved to find the hotel at Disney. There was no porn, no messages to suspicious addresses, but there was a kind of diary; multiple stumbling attempts to note his thoughts and feelings. Mary was reduced to tears as she read them. She resisted the temptation to write replies but she did print them out. She booked a Eurostar ticket, aiming to arrive in the early evening. Simon would be bound to have the kids in bed before eight, so she built her journey around that. She bought the tickets online, closed the computer and finally made her way to the shower. A sideways glance at the mirror stopped her. “Damn,” she said, looking at her face and belly. “He used a Sharpie.” She found herself drawn to the image, disgust and arousal fighting each other in her brain. That familiar butterfly feeling stirred her guts as her hand drifted down to feel the wetness and her fingers glistened when she removed them. “Slut,” she said to the mirror. “Stupid fucking slut.” She took a picture of her forehead and then spent ten minutes back on Google finding a dozen remedies to try. Half an hour later the cumulative effect of hand sanitizer, sunscreen, butter and baby wipes had removed enough that she felt sure that makeup would cover what remained. She looked at her belly and then thought better of it. No one will see, she said to herself, except Simon, and he ought to. Next day, with the laundry done and the carpets cleaned, she set off, taking a small suitcase packed only with clothes that she had previously reserved for Leonard. Making her way across London was exciting, something she hadn’t done for a while. Getting on the Eurostar had an atmosphere all of its own, full of the romance of international travel but without the impersonal herding so common in airports. As the train picked up speed on the French side her nervousness increased. Getting to Simon; apologizing, saying she was sorry seemed so vital yesterday, but should she have phoned? Would Simon be shocked? Would he be annoyed? This was his special time with the children; would she spoil that too? As every kilometer flashed by, her view of herself got worse. She’d been so selfish and for what? To get a big cock between her legs and think only of her own pleasure.

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