For two years, Mads and Stephen had been together. They first met at a business coaching event for founders, run by a company called Apex and its charismatic leader, Cal. Mads led a communications business, while Stephen was in tech. Although they shared no business interests, they hit it off from day one. They had a natural connection, conversation was easy, and although there was an obvious physical attraction, the playful teasing was what they both loved the most.
It didn't take long for that attraction to turn into a date and on that first date, their equally devious imaginations led to a slutty roleplay, which ended in appropriately sticky manner with quivering orgasms for them both. They both assumed it would just be a rather hot one-night stand, but after some further teasing over WhatsApp, a second date was arranged. Five one-night stands later, they recognised that it might be a little more. In time, Mads and Stephen became a couple and moved in together a few months after that first date.
Unlike previous relationships for them both, their time together didn't quell the passion, because secretly, their imaginations were both independently at play. Mads thought about the thrill of cheating. Not as a way of getting out of the relationship but adding to it. The risk brought excitement, the feel of attraction from another man brought validation, sex with a stranger brought novelty, and the freedom to choose a man solely for his looks and physique brought eyerolling ecstasy.
Sometimes Mads’s thoughts would betray her. She would stare at a handsome stranger or linger too long on a picture. Stephen regularly caught her, but rather than panic when he first noticed it, he exercised a sense of control and considered the implications.
He played the scenarios out in his head. He was either paranoid, in which case raising it would create a problem that didn't exist; or he was correct and she was losing interest but addressing that would portray jealousy and insecurity, which would only compound the problem; or she was just frisky and couldn’t help herself. If he was honest, this third option turned him on more than a little. However, all possibilities led to the same plan, stay calm and let the situation play out.
Time went by, and both were happy because they each had a forbidden secret that they did not share. This secret maintained an intensity in their sex life. Stephen loved to go down on Mads, kissing her from her ankle all the way up her inner thigh, nibbling just a little with his teeth, edging the fine line between a tweak of pain and the ecstasy of anticipation. And then came the moment that kept them both fascinated.
Mads would imagine she had just been taken by a handsome stranger with a thick wallet and a girthy cock. In her head, her pussy would be puffy and swollen, moist from their sex and now her boyfriend was going to lick her. She thought of the risk. Would he notice? Would he pick up the scent of her sex? Would he taste the other man’s cum? The jeopardy was a thrill, and the thought of the stranger was just so erotic. These things combined with the physical feel from Stephen’s tongue was exquisite. At the end, Mads would always snap back to reality as her orgasm ran through her.
Of course, the thing Mads did not know, was that Stephen was having precisely the same thought. Since noticing her glances and acknowledging how turned on it made him, he now imagined that he was tasting her juices on her inner thigh, soothing her used pussy, and tasting her lovers cum. Always energised by Mads obvious arousal, he saw to pleasuring her with energy and enthusiasm, working her clit, finding her g-spot with his finger, pinching her nipples and losing himself completely in her lovely thighs.
Stephen knew Mads didn’t fake her climax, but what he didn’t know was that she was thinking about the hung stranger. She was imagining the stranger had just been inside her and now Stephen was cleaning her up. By the time Stephen emerged, face red and slick with her juices, he was hard and ready to explode, and Mads was greedy for his cum. He would enter her and she would beg for him to cum quickly. She loved the validation of him spurting deep in her, especially when she imagined that the stranger had also filled her just an hour before.
Things continued like this for some time and just before the novelty wore off, a catalyst emerged that would take them a step further. Mads picked up the email first and called Stephen at the office. “Cal from Apex messaged, you may not have seen it yet. Their summer networking event is coming up next month.”
“Ah cool,” Stephen responded. “Where, what, and who?” Stephen asked before his curiosity strayed beyond the logistics of the event to a darker, more erotic place. He’d noticed subtle signs of interest in Mads from Cal. A gentle hand on the small of her back, a hug that lasted longer than necessary but was just about within social norms. There was a clear and obvious rapport between them, and Stephen’s mind wandered about the implications of Cal’s interest. Perhaps it would be innocent, or maybe not. If not, how would he feel? Insecure or turned on or both? It was complex and unpredictable but maybe that was why it was exciting.
Trying to cool her enthusiasm and not appear over-eager, Mads responded calmly but with enough enthusiasm to let Stephen know that she definitely wanted to go.
“It’s at a beautiful house in the remote Somerset countryside," she said. "An overnighter with presentations during the day and networking in the evening over dinner and drinks. All founders supported by Apex are invited. Summer dresses for the girls, smart casual slacks and shirts for the boys. I really think we should go this time. Cal has promised me to introduce me to a sales target and there’s that business you were hoping to partner with too.”
“Alright, let’s do it, but no looking too sexy, you hear!” Stephen responded, using humour to put Mads at ease, while he quietly anticipated what may come.
A few weeks later, they arrived at the grand old country house. The grounds were vast and well-maintained, while the house was stately on the outside and modern on the inside. As they made their way to their room, Stephen noted a staircase to the basement, then quickly forgot it when they opened the door to their room. It was beautifully decorated with pale blues and greens. Old paintings of the grounds hung on the walls, and a thick, soft carpet made the room luxuriously comfortable. It was furnished with equal style, a large four-poster bed, a free-standing bronze bath, and an extravagant nightstand.
After settling in, Mads and Stephen made their way to the conference room, where they greeted everyone. All were professional acquaintances but still friends in their own way. Finally, Cal broke away from a smaller group and came to greet them. As Stephen anticipated, he kissed Mads on the cheek and pulled her into him, pressing his body against hers with just enough pressure for her to detect something more but without making it obvious to the surrounding audience.
“It’s great to have you both here,” he exclaimed, shaking Stephen’s hand firmly. “We’ve got some wonderful speakers, and I think there will be some good opportunities for you both. Then, of course, we might also get a chance to have some fun in the evening.” With that, he smiled at Mads and put his hand on her arm, and went off to greet some other guests.
The morning was engaging, but a delicious lunch brought the afternoon energy down a little. Mads and Stephen were grateful to get back to their room by the end of the day to relax before the evening. Leaving their business clothes on the floor, they spent a few minutes together relaxing on the large bed in their underwear. After a few minutes, it turned to kissing and then touching. They could both feel the tingle grow, but when Stephen slid down between her legs and kissed her hip right on her little flower tattoo, Mads shut him down.
“Patience, grasshopper. All good things, you know. Let’s wait until later; I have a feeling it could be quite an evening. I am going to soak in that large bath.”
Rolling over and breathing out deeply in frustration but agreement, Stephen said, “You’re probably right. I’m going for a swim and a cold shower then.”
When Stephen got back, he was reinvigorated, ready for whatever the evening brought. But Mads, she was a vision of femininity, with a hidden mystery of something more playful. Her blonde, silky hair had its trademark pink streaks and fell on the back of her neck in a thick braid. The blue summer dress had shoulder straps hinting at her luscious body, while underneath was her strapless lace bra, and matching panties. On her feet were expensive sandals befitting the occasion, and other than that, Mads wore nothing but jewellery.
The evening started uneventfully, with canapés and drinks. Neither Stephen nor Mads drank, but they still found it easy to mingle. They would chat and then return to base with each other again. It was about 9 PM when they were together, and this is when Cal came over.
“Mads, I am awfully sorry, but Greg here would like to steal Stephen away for a little business chat. Would that be okay?”
“Of course, no problem. See you in a bit, honey,” Mads encouraged, as Stephen went off to talk business. As Stephen walked away, Cal placed his hand on the crest of Mads’s ass and moved his hand slowly down. This sent a little quiver through Mads, which grew when she noticed Stephen glancing over his shoulder at them. “He must have seen that,” she thought to herself.
Over the next 30 minutes, Cal and Mads talked. As he leaned in closer, she could feel the tension building between them. Meanwhile, Stephen tried to focus on a potential new deal while regularly glancing back at them. Even from here, he could see it; he could see how close they were. Cal’s hand was on her thigh, and they were whispering in each other’s ear, perhaps to hear over the music, or perhaps to speak of something more forbidden.
Stephen knew he was becoming impatient and putting his deal at risk. He resolved to focus and get the outcome he wanted from the conversation with Greg. He stopped looking over at Mads for a few minutes and it was long enough to agree on the principal details. Then when he got a chance, Stephen looked back again but this time, they were gone. He could feel his heart rate instantly increase but he also knew there was nothing he could do right now.
Greg made small talk for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, it was just twenty minutes. All this time Stephen was trying to control his impatience and anxiety. Through his head, he spun the scenarios and tried to understand how he felt about it all but couldn’t. Eventually, with a shake of the hand, Stephen was released and immediately went looking for Mads. He didn’t want to ask anyone directly about her, so instead, he asked after Cal. After a few minutes, he got an answer which he wasn’t sure how to process.
“Oh, he’s probably gone downstairs,” offered the rather drunk and uninhibited MD of a healthcare business.
“Downstairs?” Stephen asked, with a combination of apprehension, excitement, jealousy and compersion.
“Yes, Cal rents this place because it has some special rooms downstairs. He usually takes one of his most valued members with him. I wonder who the lucky girl is today?” the man said, laughing and losing all sense of decorum.
“Why lucky?”
“Well, Cal is known for,” he paused. “I am sure you can figure it out.”
With that, he was gone to get another drink he didn’t need. On autopilot, Stephen was heading towards the house and the staircase leading down to what he had assumed would be the basement.
Stephen descended the stairs, noting the dark mahogany walls, with lights behind red glass lampshades. The art was different now, subtle and artistic but unmistakably erotic, with dramatic colours portraying couples and single females. The stairs brought Stephen into the middle of the lower floor. There was a hallway running down the middle of the floor, between what appeared to be two sets of rooms on either side. Then there was another hallway that wrapped around the back of the rooms.
Pausing at the bottom, Stephen’s heart was pounding. So many thoughts were racing through his head. Was Mads down here, or was it all his imagination? If she was, was it because she wanted that new customer or because she wanted Cal? Why did he feel like this? Was it nerves? He’d never want to lose her, but he was undeniably excited too. He tried to gather himself, but he knew that he would not think this through anytime soon, so the only option was to move forward.
He stepped into the hallway, and that is when he saw them. The one-way mirrors, or at least that is what he assumed. He could see in, but could they see out? He just didn’t know. With things moving quickly, next he noticed that the first room on the left was occupied.
Immediately, he could identify Cal; it was his side profile and his back, and he was with a girl. The girl was on her knees in front of him and his hand was on her head, so far as Stephen could tell. The light in the room and the hallway was dark. She could be a redhead or a blonde. It was not possible to tell from this angle. Stephen stood transfixed. Her head was bobbing, pulling a long way back and then moving all the way forward until her face seemed to be pressed against Cal's belly.
Stephen’s cock was straining against his jeans as he watched. Then Cal lifted the girl to her feet, and she walked towards the wall. That was when he saw it. The tattoo, the flower, on her hip. Then the dress on the bed, the sandals on the floor, with the bra and panties next to them. Finally, Stephen looked up and saw what he already knew, her gorgeous face looking back at him, unknown to her but shocking to him. It was Mads.
Cal moved Mads against the wall and mirror. He placed her hands in an inverted V above her head. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against the wall in the process, and Cal moved behind her. As Cal choreographed the position, Stephen wondered again if she was doing it just for the deal, and maybe she was. But then she moved one hand down and between her legs with a broad smile, took Cal's cock in her hand, and closed her eyes in obvious pleasure as he slid inside her.
Before Stephen could compose himself, Cal was fucking Mads. He started with his hands on her hips. He held her tight, pressing his thumbs into her flesh as his long thick cock moved in and out of her. Since the room was sound-proofed, Stephen couldn’t hear but he could see it. Her mouth moved as she moaned. Her body rippled each time he slammed into her. Her breasts bounced against the glass and her cheeks glowed bright red.
Cal, too, he had a look in his eye, it was desire and lust, lust for Stephen’s girl. As he fucked her with force, his hands explored her body. One moment he was playing with her clit, the next that same finger was in her mouth or his hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples. Throughout, Stephen’s cock strained at his thin summer trousers, leaving a wet patch where the pre-cum was leaking from his own throbbing cock.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mads started to shake all over. Stephen could tell the signs, he knew she was building to an orgasm. Then the look on her face turned to bliss and her juices spurted all over the window as he watched. As her orgasm subsided, Mads almost collapsed but Cal held her up and got ready to fill her. Then, with his arms around her, he pushed his cock all the way in and held it in place. Stephen, looking down, could see Cal's sack contracting with each spurt deep inside of Mads.
Mads slowly came back to the present. She replayed the day in her head, the sense of excitement, aware that something was in the offing but not sure what, who, or how. Then the conversation with Cal while Stephen was away. She wasn’t sure what he would think. It occurred to her, based on their mutual teasing, that Stephen may love her being with another man, but she couldn’t be certain. She thought back to her walk down those steps to the basement, knowing then what was in store; the anticipation had already made her wet. Since then, it was all a blur. He had fucked her so hard she had almost blacked out.
“Are you ok?” he whispered in her ear. “Let me sit you down,” Cal offered and as he lifted Mads, his still hard cock pressed against the window, smearing and leaking cum on it before he lifted Mads up and set her down on the bed.
On the other side, Stephen stared first at Cal’s cum and Mads’s juices all over the window and then at Cal’s impressive cock before snapping back to his own reality. He needed to move in case they saw him, but he also really needed to cum. Looking at the rooms behind him, he could not see through the wall, so it must be a normal room, he thought in haste and quickly entered. Stephen closed the door behind him. With his back to the door, he walked forward towards the other wall, took his cock out and started to stroke.
Then he stopped and tried to slow himself to avoid cumming immediately. In that time, Mads and Cal had gathered themselves and left their room.
“Let’s not go out together,” Cal suggested. “You wait here for ten and I’ll go greet.”
Mads nodded in agreement and decided to wander the basement. A cold shiver went down her spine when she noticed with that her room had a one-way mirror, something that was lost on her when she first came down. She also noticed that the rooms behind didn’t but that there was another walkway behind them. So, Mads explored and that was where she found Stephen, in a room on his own, wanking onto the mirror wall. In his horny state, it hadn’t occurred to him that in this room the mirror would be on the other side.
Mads had a million thoughts colliding in her brain now. She asked herself, “Did Stephen see me? He must have, surely?" Maybe it was a coincidence. It seemed unlikely, but she couldn’t be 100% sure. If he did see her, was he really that turned on by it?
“Oh my,” she thought as she watched him stroke in front of the mirror. Mads moved her hand been her legs and although Cal’s had just fucked her senseless, she was undoubtedly still turned on. She loved watching Stephen stroke his cock, especially when he was doing it for her and she thought he must be.
If he was stroking for her, then Mads wanted his cum. Without thinking she walked in on Stephen, cock in his hand.
“Don’t say a word. Put your cock away and come with me,” she offered. Like two teenagers, half undressed, they rushed upstairs, into their room and onto the luxurious bed.
Stephen thought about telling Mads what he’d seen but decided against it. He was a little shocked at just how turned on he was, and he needed to process that first. Mads was almost certain she had been seen but also decided against raising it. If he had seen it, he was clearly more turned on than angry and if he hadn’t, it risked causing a problem.
So, for now, they both remained in a state of extreme arousal but uncertainty. Stephen turned to Mads and asked, “Did you have a good night?”
“It was amazing, but I am incredibly horny now. How about you?”
Stephen responded with a smile and moments later, his head was between her thighs. He saw up close how wet, puffy and used her pussy was and he loved it. He knew, and he supposed she knew he knew, but he couldn’t be sure. So, he said nothing and instead ate her wildly. Then, with urgency, he slid his throbbing cock inside her used pussy, strained for the instant and then had the most intense ejaculation of his life.
She loved the feeling of his hard cock inside her, especially with everything that had happened this evening. She felt desired, lusted after, and loved, because what other man would fuck her like this after what he’d seen? Mads felt herself cum again as he shot his seed inside her, deep, thick and delivered with force.
Shortly afterwards they fell asleep in each other’s arms, happy in their shared secret but unacknowledged secret.
