1 -- Ethan

Something was off in that penthouse. Something out of place. I got the impression the moment Kayla Gillefort opened the doors of her home to me. Kayla Gillefort. The Goddess in the flesh. Aphrodite herself descended to the realm of poor mortals.

I should have known. If I had more than two brain cells to rub together, and if I hadn’t been feeling an erection forming in my pants in anticipation, and my dick taking over my judgment, I would have know that that night was going to be very different from what I had imagined it would be. That is the problem with trying your luck with billionaires: you never know what might happen next.

“A man who is on time,” she said. I assumed that the smile on her face was happiness at seeing me. “A rare thing to see these days.”

She looked just like she did two nights ago, when I met her: wearing a long satin dress that could never be too tight on her sculpted body; soft makeup, but in bold colors; golden hair cut unevenly, longer at the fringe, shorter at the back of her neck; and a glass of expensive, cold champagne in her hand.

I could never resist her in that penthouse, just as I couldn’t resist her at that wedding party. No one could.

“Hi, beautiful,” I replied.

I took a step forward to greet her. I went for a casual kiss on her cheek, since I didn’t know how the night would unfold. But she turned her face at just the right moment, and stole a peck on my lips.

The perfume she wore had the same effect on me as pheromones would have on a wild beast. I tried to prolong that kiss. To turn it into something more. I didn’t know what I was thinking. Suddenly, I felt the need to taste her tongue again. But once again at just the right time, she pulled back and moved away. Subtle and delicate, like everything she does.

“Patience, stud,” she said, holding my chin between her fingers. “The night has barely begun. Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable.”

With a wave of her hand, she made way for me to enter.

The place was everything you would expect from someone with ten digits in their bank account. Huge. Duplex. Open concept. It occupied the entire seventieth floor, with a panoramic view of the entire city in all directions, from behind those tall bulletproof glass windows. I looked around. Mirrored marble floors, crystal chandeliers, abstract art pieces, modern paintings. Everything inside that penthouse exuded power.

“Welcome to the Gillefort Penthouse, Ethan,” she said, closing the palace gates behind me. “My humble pied-à-terre. My island of quietness in such a noisy world.”

Oh, no. Nothing humble lived in that place.

I didn’t have time to appreciate all the details of the loft. As soon as I crossed the foyer and stared at that large, high-ceilinged space poor mortals like us could call a living room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the man sitting in one of the two armchairs in front of the sofa, across the marble coffee table.

The guy stood out from his surroundings, like a scribble on a Rembrandt. He wore basic jeans and a nondescript T-shirt, clothes more suited to a rebellious middle-class teenager than someone in their late forties. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes. His feet were covered only by a pair of white sports socks.

I turned to my hostess, my arched eyebrows properly expressing my confusion. “Kay, I’m sorry, I…” I stammered, until the words came. “Do you have company? I thought the two of us would…”

She just laughed, dismissing my discomfort. She came over to me, took my arm, and led me toward the living room.

“Ethan, let me introduce you to Vinnie. My husband.”

And she gestured toward the guy, displaying him like an auctioneer would display a piece of art to the bidders. Vinnie watched us intently from that armchair. He didn’t smile or stood up.

“Your husb...?”

“Yes. My husband. The love of my life.”

The madness that was that wedding party two nights ago flashed through my mind like a microfilm: scene by scene. Kayla kissing me in the ballroom, as if I were her newly won trophy. Taking me to the bathroom, locking the door, pulling down my pants and underwear. Savoring the head of my cock as if it were a delicacy. Making me come in her mouth and, without spitting out a single drop, returning to the ballroom to smile at the bride and groom dancing their wedding waltz.

I was a little tipsy that night, but I remember her mentioning something about being married, while jerking me off and nibbling my ear. Was her husband traveling at that time? Was he at the party? I don’t remember what she had told me. All I knew is that he was there now. In front of me. Seeing me arm in arm with the beauty he called his wife.

“Don’t mind Vinnie, Ethan. We are married, but we have a kind of… agreement. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“That’s right, an agreement,” Vinnie replied. To me, it didn’t sound like the voice of someone who wanted to be there.

We reached the living room.

Kayla let go of my arm, and turned to her husband. “Vinnie, don’t be rude to my guest. Take his coat. Make him feel at home.”

With an annoyed look, Vinnie got up and came over to us, his footsteps on the marble muffled by the white socks on his bare feet.

“May I get your coat?” he asked, avoiding eye contact with me or his wife.

“Vinnie—” Kayla said, in that tone a strict mother would use with a disobedient child.

“I’m sorry, honey,” and he turned to me again. “May I get your coat, sir?”

It took me a while, but I finally understood the situation I was involved in. Kayla Gillefort was the domineering wife, married to a totally submissive husband. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. Could it be any different? She was beautiful, rich, and imposing. She would dominate anyone with her presence, her money, her sensuality, or a mixture of all three. For her, breaking a man’s will and turning him into a scarecrow like Vinnie was not a challenge. It was inevitable.

The only thing left to find out was whether her husband had a submission fetish or not. Whether he enjoyed participating in this kind of thing, or if he was just a victim. A poor guy who had fallen too hard for the wrong woman.

I looked at Kayla. She just smiled and nodded. Intrigued and a little excited by it all, I decided to play along. I took off my coat and handed it to Vinnie. Without a single word, he headed to the coat closet room in the foyer to hang it up.

“Come here, Ethan,” Kayla said, sitting down on the large cushioned sofa. She patted the upholstery twice, pointing my place beside her. “Sit here with me. Don’t be shy. You know I don’t bite.”

And how I knew! In those ten, fifteen minutes she had my cock in her mouth in that bathroom, I didn’t feel her teeth scrape against me even once. What she did with her mouth at that wedding was pure witchcraft.

I sat down on the sofa next to her. Kayla moved closer, until our legs touched. She stretched her arm over the backrest, and began to play with my hair. A shiver ran down my spine immediately. She noticed, of course, and laughed softly, as if it were all very natural.

Vinnie returned to the living room as quietly as he had left. I noticed the look he gave us, when he saw Kayla stroking my hair, but he gave no sign that he was going to interrupt her. Vinnie headed for his chair, but stopped the moment Kayla raised her hand.

“Would you like something to drink?” Kayla asked me. “Water, whiskey, wine, champagne? We are prepared for any eventuality here, in this penthouse.”

“Whiskey would be great,” I replied, but I immediately realized it was the wrong answer. Kayla made a discreet gesture toward her husband. That was when I understood: she wanted me to play my part. Obviously, I couldn’t resist. “Whiskey on the rocks for me, Mr. Gillefort, please.”

Like the perfect butler, he nodded and went to the bar.

“You are so polite,” Kayla said.

The subtle tone of disappointment in her compliment made me realize I still had a lot to learn about my role. When Vinnie returned from the bar with a glass of whiskey on a tray, I tried to get more into the mood.

“Only two ice cubes, Vinnie? Add another one, will you?”

I think I got the tone right, this time. I immediately felt Vinnie’s eyes fall on me. Kayla, however, had a devilishly provocative smile on her face. She just laughed at her husband.

“Honey, why would you bring Ethan a whiskey with only two ice cubes? How many times do I have to tell you? If you can’t make my guest feel at home, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Is that what you want?”

Vinnie lowered his head. “I’m sorry about the ice cubes, honey. Please don’t send me away. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here with you.”

Kayla moved even closer, and put one leg over mine. “Well, that’s up to Ethan now to decide. What do you think, Ethan? Can my husband stay here with us, or should I send him to his room as punishment?”

My cock was throbbing with arousal. I had never been part of anything like that before, but I was completely seduced by the whole thing. All I could do was to get even more into the role I had been assigned.

I let my hand fall on Kayla’s leg, as if marking my territory, and looked at Vinnie. “You can stay,” I said, while stroking Kayla’s thigh over the hem of her satin dress. “But only if you bring me a decent glass of whiskey this time. With three ice cubes, you got it?”

“Sure. I will get your whiskey,” Vinnie said.

“Vinnie—” Kayla said, in the same tone as before.

“Sorry, honey. I will get your whiskey, sir.”

“Be a doll and take this for me too, dear,” Kayla asked, handing her husband her empty glass of champagne.

He obeyed. What choice did he have?

“Isn’t he cute?” Kayla asked, watching her husband walk away toward the bar. She turned to me then, and began caressing my chest. “Do you want to kiss me? While he is over there?”

“Very much, yes,” I replied. What choice did I have?

“Then kiss me.”

She closed her eyes and aimed her lips in my direction, but left it to me to make my way to them. I did. Kayla kissed me like she did the first time. With both lust and passion. She applied just the right amount of pressure, put her tongue in my mouth at just the right moment, and playfully sucked mine.

My eyes were closed. I felt her hand slide up my thigh, moving up toward my crotch. I felt her grab my cock and move it back and forth over my pants, still with her mouth tightly attached to mine.

Only after some time did we notice Vinnie standing nearby. He had returned from the bar and was silently watching our first moment of indiscretion. As soon as Kayla saw him, she broke off the kiss and removed her hand from my cock. Not that she was embarrassed by being caught jerking me off. What she really wanted was for Vinnie to see how hard my cock got inside my pants with her touch. And he saw it.

“Vinnie, sweetheart, you nearly gave us a heart attack coming in like that, without making a sound,” she said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you guys. It must have been because of the socks. Here is your whiskey, sir. I think it is more to your liking now.”

I studied Vinnie’s expression as he handed me the glass with three ice cubes. I thought about making a jibe like “Good boy!” or something, but I hesitated. Something in that man’s gaze stopped me at the last moment. I guess I realized that he too was not completely comfortable in his own role. In the end, I just thanked him with a nod and what I assumed to be a cordial smile.

“Thank you, honey,” Kayla said. “You can sit there now, in your little cuckold chair, if you want to keep us company.”

Once again, Vinnie obeyed. Relegated to his armchair, he kept watching in silence his wife and I caress each other’s legs in front of him.

Outside, a light rain began to fall.

2 -- Ethan

“So, how long have you been married?” I asked, trying to break the ice and ease the tension that I felt growing more palpable.

Kayla answered. “About five or six years. Is that right, honey?”

“Six and a half years,” Vinnie corrected her. “But we knew each other well before that. From when we were in college.”

“Yes, since back then. He had a crush on me, you know? And I really enjoyed his company too. Vinnie has always been my best friend. He was there for me through everything. When I went out with someone, he always helped me choose what to wear. When I broke up with my boyfriends, he was always there to support me.”

I imagined what hell it would be to be in the friend-zone with a woman like Kayla. I would have to tread very carefully in this minefield. I was already too involved, mesmerized by the soft touch of her fingers on my face, to just walk away. But I didn't want to end up like her husband. My only way out: play the game. And learn the rules.

“I'm sorry, but I don't have much experience with this kind of thing,” I confessed. I turned to Kayla. “How does this work? You're married, but you have sex with other people?”

She glanced at her husband, then back at me. “Is it really that hard to understand? He has the right to call me his wife, to show me off at parties, on trips, at events. And I have the right to have sex with whomever I want.”

“And he's okay with this? Doesn't it bother him?”

“That's something you should ask him. But let's face it, what choice does he have? It's either this or living without me.”

I really had no idea how much of a newbie I was to this game.

“Doesn’t it bother you, Vinnie?” I asked, trying to include him in the conversation. “Or do you enjoy it? Does watching Kayla having sex with other people turn you on?”

He sighed. “To be honest with you, it does bother me. I don’t enjoy it one bit. And watching her doing this does not turn me on.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, honey,” Kayla said.

“But then… why?” I insisted. “Why do you put up with this?”

“Because I love her,” his answer came instantly. Rehearsed. As if he had answered that question countless times before. “I love her enough to let her do this to me. And while I don’t like it, I’d rather be present and a part of this, than to have her cheat on me behind my back. Or even worse, leave me.”

Kayla pulled me closer to her.

“Isn’t it hotter this way, Ethan?” she whispered in my ear. “Knowing that you have the absolute control in your hands? Knowing that you can do whatever you want from the pedestal they put you on? Even crush the heart of the person who put you there?”

She licked my ear. My cock throbbed and grew hard again instantly. Kayla laughed, clearly noticing the effect she was having on me.

“Would you like to have a taste of that power, Ethan? Would you like to feel what it’s like to be part of my world? Do you want to fuck me in front of my husband, Ethan? Lying down… with me on top… on all fours… in my mouth… from behind?”

I swallowed hard and replied, “Yes, I do,” as if by reflex. I didn’t even notice the words coming out of my mouth. I was completely hypnotized. “I want to fuck you right in front of your husband.”

Kayla kissed my lips. Then, she got up from the sofa and went over to her husband. She walked slowly around his armchair, hugged him from behind, around the neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Did you hear that, Vinnie? Ethan said he wants to fuck me. Can he do that, honey? Can he fuck me hard in front of you?”

Vinnie clenched his fists on the arm of the chair. But he nodded. “You know how much this hurts me, Kayla. But if that is what you want, then yes. What choice do I have?”

“Then tell him.”

Vinnie looked at me. “You can have her, Ethan.”

Kayla shook her head and clicked her tongue. “He doesn’t seem to be very convinced yet, honey. You need to do it right. Show him that you are okay with all this.”

Vinnie sighed again, his face that of complete defeat. “Please, Ethan. I want you to have my wife. I’m okay with this, really. All I ask is that you let me stay here, so you can fuck her in front of me, if that is okay with you.”

I was stunned. On one hand, I felt sorry for that poor guy, who could barely look at his wife in the eye. But on the other hand, purely out of perversion, I couldn’t hide my arousal anymore. I wanted to rip Kayla’s clothes off and show that pathetic husband of hers how real sex is done.

Satisfied with her husband’s torment, Kayla laughed loudly. She gave him another small kiss on the cheek, and came back to the sofa. This time, she sat down shamelessly on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me long and hard on the mouth.

She guided my hand to her breast. She closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards, exposing the perfect contour of her neckline and the soft paleness of her chest just below. I kissed every inch of skin she offered me.

I heard her moan.

I heard Vinnie shift in his chair.

I imagined how painful it must have been for him to witness the scene. But frankly, I didn’t care. I was too turned on to care. It was that simple. The intoxicating scent of Kayla’s perfume clouded my mind to any form of sympathy.

“See, honey?” she asked her husband, smiling at him, still with her arms wrapped around my neck. “That’s how you get a woman wet. Are you enjoying the show?”

Vinnie didn’t answer.

Kayla wiggled her butt against me. “And he's so hard, honey! I can feel him right here, underneath me. Do you remember, sweetie? What it's like when a dick gets hard?”

I looked at Vinnie, curious to see his reaction seeing me hold his wife in my lap while she teased him. His face was pure jealousy, anger, disappointment, and pain. But I couldn’t stop. On the contrary. All I did was fondle Kayla’s breasts over her dress even more for him to see.

“Want to see something funny, Ethan?” Kayla asked me, before turning back to her husband. “Get up from your cuckold chair for a moment, honey.”

Reluctantly, Vinnie stood up.

“Unzip your pants. Show us your pee-pee.”

He hesitated. It was the first time that night that I saw Vinnie try to resist his wife’s command. Kayla repeated her request, in an even more ironic tone. “Come on, honey. Let us see your pee-pee.”

“Kayla, I… I don’t think that would be appropriate,” he muttered.

I had to admit that even I was a little uncomfortable. I thought of intervening, telling Kayla that I didn’t need to see Vinnie’s penis. I didn’t want to see him humiliate himself like that. But she was quicker than me.

“What’s the matter, honey? There’s no reason to be embarrassed. We are among friends here. Besides, you are going to see Ethan’s soon enough too, aren’t you? Isn’t that why you wanted to stay? Come on. Show us.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to do this, Kayla.”

“I know you don't, Vinnie. That's why I'm asking.”

Vinnie wiped the sweat from his hands on the side of his jeans.

“Please, Kayla,” he pleaded. I could even imagine him begging on his knees at that moment. “Please, let me just stay sitting here. I’ll be quiet, I promise. I won't bother any of you. But don’t make me do this, please.”

“Just a little bit, honey. Show us. No one will laugh at you.”

Perhaps already accepting that he would not win, Vinnie took a deep breath and began. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper. He then lowered his jeans to his knees and, in his defeated silence, pulled down his underwear as well.

I saw it. I couldn't help but see it. There was nothing absurdly wrong with Vinnie's penis. It wasn't deformed, it wasn't gigantic, and it wasn't tiny. It was a normal, regular penis. But it was completely flaccid. Withered like a third testicle.

“You know, Ethan,” Kayla said, ignoring her husband. “At first, he got excited too, when I brought other men here. He used to get hard, no matter how hurt he was seeing me with them. But I think because of the trauma, you know, of seeing the woman he loves cheating on him so many times, he ended up losing his… usefulness.”

“May I get dressed now, honey?” Vinnie asked.

She ignored him again.

“In the beginning of our marriage, I even had to use a chastity cage on him. It was uncomfortable to many of my boyfriends to have sex with me with a wimp with a hard-on in the same room, staring at us. Well, today he doesn’t need the cage anymore. Isn’t it much more practical this way?”

“So, you guys don’t have sex anymore?” I asked, intrigued. “You and Vinnie? I thought that after you and I… you guys don’t…?”

“Oh, God, no! Vinnie and I, what we have is much purer than sex. After he became… like this… we kiss, we cuddle, we watch TV together… No pressure. I just have to make sure he’s not taking Viagra behind my back. I like him like this. I’m not going to risk what we have with a pill-induced erection. And when I want something more physical, I get a boyfriend. And I let Vinnie stay and watch us, to show how much I love him.”

“May I get dressed, honey?” Vinnie asked again.

“That's up to Ethan to decide, dear,” Kayla replied. She turned to me next and whispered in my ear, “Be part of my world, Ethan.”

And I did. May the gods forgive me one day, but I did.

Still fondling Kayla’s breasts through her dress and nibbling her neck a few times, I turned to Vinnie and smiled at him. “Take everything off first, Vinnie. Don’t stop now, halfway through. You may keep your socks on.”

He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t smile.

“Vinnie, do as you’re told,” Kayla commanded. “Tell him again, Ethan.”

“You heard me, Vinnie. Loose the pants, loose the underwear, loose the shirt. Get yourself naked. Take off everything but those socks.”

And the poor guy couldn’t resist anymore. Vinnie pulled his pants and his underwear down to his ankles and took a step forward. He took off his T-shirt next. He was left with only the pair of socks on his feet, as I had instructed.

Kayla hugged me tighter and let out a muffled moan. I assumed, from the way she was touching me, that I was on the right track to be part of her world.

So, there we were. Both of us staring at Vinnie, who was naked and helpless in front of us. We whispered in each other’s ears and laughed, making it clear that we were mocking him, but without him being able to hear what we were saying. And while he endured his humiliation, Kayla and I went back to our kissing and our touches.

“May I get dressed now, honey? Please?”

I heard Vinnie ask, after what seemed like an eternity of savoring his wife’s mouth, neck, and breasts. I had even forgotten that he was there, in that same spot, still with his flaccid penis on display.

“What do you think, Ethan?” Kayla replied. “We have already seen what he cannot do without clothes. Should we allow him to get dressed?”

I made a cynical face. “Tell you what, Vinnie. Put on some music for us to listen to, and go get me another glass of whiskey. After that, I’ll let you put your clothes back on. Sounds fair?”

Kayla laughed. “You're so mean. I didn't expect that from you.”

“I had a good teacher,” I replied, and brought my lips to her neck again, where they belonged.

Vinnie went back to the bar for the third time. Stark naked. Wearing only socks on his feet. Obedient. Powerless. Heartbroken. He returned with my second glass of whiskey sometime later. With three ice cubes.

But now I wanted my whiskey with only two.

3 -- Ethan

Amazing is a word that doesn't do justice to the sex Kayla and I had on that couch that night. And as much as I don't want to admit it, having Vinnie there with us, watching everything with resilience, made it all... surreal.

It started with him returning from the bar with my whiskey. I wasn’t in the mood for a drink, actually. I had asked him for another glass just to keep playing my part in his humiliation. I took the glass from his hands, took a sip or two, and placed it on the coaster on the coffee table. I had the decency to thank him, though. “Thanks, man,” I said. Then I gestured to his clothes, still lying on the floor in front of the cuckold chair, giving him permission to put them on.

Vinnie dressed quietly and took his rightful place in the armchair.

But he wouldn't be sitting there for long. Kayla would never give her husband peace while she was that aroused, and while I was there, willing to take advantage of that arousal.

She got up from my lap and stood facing me. She danced a little, moving her body to the rhythm of the music Vinnie had put on, and running her hands over her breasts, with her eyes closed. She then gestured for Vinnie to get up as well.

“Help me with my dress, honey,” she said, pointing to the back of her neck. “I can’t reach the zipper in the back.”

I sat back, making myself comfortable on the sofa, and just watched Vinnie undress his wife for me. He unzipped her dress and pulled it up, removing it from Kayla’s body by her arms, which she held up.

I noticed the exact moment when his resilience failed. With Kayla’s dress in his hands, he approached her from behind, leaning down to her neck to feel the scent of that magical perfume she wore. I think that was all he wanted. Just a little sniff of her scent.

But she noticed and leaned away from him.

“What do you think you're doing, Vinnie?” she scolded him. “Stop fooling around and go put my dress on the chair next to yours.”

“Let me kiss you, Kayla,” he muttered, practically begging. “Just one kiss, please. I won't bother you guys anymore after that, I promise.”

Kayla turned and held his face with both hands, almost tenderly.

“We've already talked about this, honey. Ethan is my boyfriend, and I’m with him now. I'm not going to cheat on him by letting you kiss me.”

“Please. I'm your husband,” he said, playing his last card.

“And I love it when you call me your wife. Now, fold my dress properly, put it on the chair over there and stay close. I’ll need your help again in a little while.”

Kayla turned her back on him to face me with that wicked smile that said “see how it’s done?” She came over and knelt on the rug, in the space between my legs, while Vinnie was folding her dress over the back of the armchair next to his. She slid her hands down my thighs and grabbed my cock with both hands, over my pants. Then she came over and kissed the tip of the tent my cock had formed inside my pants.

“Was it a kiss like this what you wanted to give me, honey?” she taunted her husband. She waited for him to look at her before kissing the tip of my penis again.

Vinnie didn’t answer.

We began.

I took off my shirt and pants with a speed I never thought possible. Kayla did the same with my shoes, socks, and underwear. In the blink of an eye, I was completely naked on that couch, my arms spread across the backrest, with Vinnie's wife kneeling between my legs and sucking my cock.

And, by the gods, how she sucked! The wedding party two nights ago was just a free sample compared to what she did to me in that sofa.

I took a quick glance at Vinnie. He looked like a walking corpse standing next to the armchair. Dead inside. I saw him touch Kayla’s dress with such sad affection, as if he knew that was the closest he would get to her. I felt sorry for him for a moment, but decided not to bother anymore. He was just part of the decor now. Just one of the pieces of furniture.

Kayla stopped the blowjob seconds before I came. She held my cock tightly so that the orgasm would retract to its point of origin.

“Vinnie, honey, unhook my bra for me,” she asked.

Like an automaton, he came and knelt behind her.

“Is it good, Ethan?” Kayla asked. She was playing with the sticky tip of my cock with her thumb, while her husband was behind her, unhooking her bra like she had said. “Tell Vinnie if I’m doing everything right.”

And I told him. “Vinnie, your wife gives amazing blowjobs, man. She has the most delicious mouth I've ever felt on my cock. Hands down, the best.” Only later did I realize that I had just obeyed the first command Kayla had given me.

“Yes, I wouldn’t know,” he said, without looking at me.

Kayla laughed. “Vinnie, Ethan just gave me such a nice compliment, and that’s all you have to say?”

“Sorry, honey. Thank you, Ethan. I’m glad you are enjoying it.”

“Much better,” Kayla added. “Put my bra over there, along with the dress. But don't go back to your cuckold chair yet. I’m going to suck Ethan’s cock just a bit more, but I’ll be needing you again soon, okay?”

And Kayla went back to work. She continued giving me a blowjob, only now on all fours on the sofa, next to me. She must have thought this was a better position for Vinnie to see what her mouth was doing.

She did it for a while longer, until she felt we were aroused enough to take it to the next level.

“Honey, could you get us some condoms?” she asked Vinnie. “They’re in the bathroom cabinet.”

“How many will you need?” Vinnie asked.

Kayla looked at me, unsure. “Two? Three?”

“Three, man,” I replied to him. “Just in case.”

Thinking about it now, what a surreal situation I got myself into! What came next was even more.

When Vinnie came back from the bathroom with a pack of three condoms, Kayla was leaning over the backrest of the sofa, already without her panties. I was getting ready right behind her.

“Do you want him to put the condom on you, Ethan?” she asked as soon as Vinnie got near us. “Vinnie is an expert at putting condoms on other people. You won't even feel it. Put the condom on him, honey.”

Sur-fucking-real.

I remember mumbling something at that moment. When I saw him coming toward me, already tearing open one of the condom wrappers, I had to fold. It was impossible for a newbie like me to cross such a line. Not today, at least.

“No, thanks, man, I'm good,” I said to Vinnie, not knowing where to hide my face from the embarrassment. “I got this.”

I put on the condom myself. And only then, after penetrating Kayla for the first time, was Vinnie able to return to the cuckold's chair to watch the rest of our performance.

And there he stayed. For at least an hour and a half.

For one hour and a half, I had sex with Kayla on that couch. I fucked her first in the position she was already in: leaning over the backrest of the sofa. I came in less than ten minutes. I couldn’t help it. We rested for a while. At her request, Vinnie went to get us some water, while I recovered for the next round. After that, we ignored him altogether.

My performance was better the second time around. I took her from behind, with her lying on one of the cushions; then with her lying on her back, face to face with me, kissing her on the mouth at some times, sucking her nipples at others. She came on top of me next, positioning herself so that Vinnie could have the best possible view of my cock getting inside her. And we switched positions, starting all over again.

Kayla did not speak to her husband at any point during that time. I wondered whether the greater torture for him was listening to her taunts during our foreplay, or enduring her indifference while we were having sex.

In the end, the third condom wasn’t necessary. I filled the first one, and took off the second just before I came. Just like in that hotel bathroom two nights ago, Kayla wanted my second orgasm to be all in her mouth. And I did it. Why not? Vinnie had already endured so much. What difference would it make if he saw his wife swallowing a little bit of another man’s cum?

When we finished, it was already past ten. Kayla and I lay there naked on the sofa for a few more minutes, cuddling like a couple of teenage lovers after their first time together. Vinnie remained steadfast in his position while she and I had our little pillow talk. Quiet, but hearing everything we said.

“What now?” I dared to ask, holding her hands. “What happens?”

I’m not saying that I was in love with her. Especially because I knew how dangerous it was to fall for a woman like that. But I was curious. I just wanted to know if I would ever see her again. How presumptuous of me, right?

“You were great, Ethan,” Kayla said, perhaps laying the groundwork to get rid of me. “You really were. I think it was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had in my life, and that is a hundred percent sincere compliment.”

I turned my face toward her, my hand instinctively reaching for her breasts. “But…?”

“But now you must go. It’s kind of a rule we have, you know? It’s part of my agreement with Vinnie, not to let other men spend the night here. He is my husband, after all, and I think I owe him that. At least that much. Do you understand?”

“I think so. You two are going to have your moment now. Yes, I understand.”

She smiled at me, her hand instinctively reaching for my cock. “Was that a twinge of jealousy what I just heard?”

“Maybe. Not that I have any right to feel jealous, of course. You are married, and your husband seems like a nice guy. I’m just an accessory here, a human dildo, so to speak.”

Kayla laughed louder. “Ethan, that's pure jealousy! You're not a human dildo, sweetie. You weren't an accessory. You were my boyfriend, and I loved every minute with you today.”

“Yes, for like three hours, I was your boyfriend. For three hours here today, and a few extra minutes in a hotel bathroom the day before yesterday.”

I didn't know where all this was coming from. Had I been caught in the spider's web? Was I so dazzled by her body, her lips, her pussy, that I made the mistake of falling in love with her?

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked, even though I knew what the answer would be.

“Let's do like this: you go home, think carefully about what happened here today, and decide if you want to see me or not, knowing what my situation is. If you decide that you do, then you call me, and we’ll do this again. Sounds good?”

Reluctantly, I nodded.

Kayla gave me a peck on the lips and got up. “I'm going to have a quick shower, and then I'll be right back to say goodbye to you, okay? Vinnie, keep Ethan company.”

I had forgotten again that he was still there.

“I will, honey.”

We saw Kayla disappear, naked, into the dimly lit maze of her loft.

Surreal. Vinnie and I, in the same room, staring at each other, right after the orgy I had with his wife. And me, still naked on her couch. I don't know why, but I felt the urge to do some kind of damage control at that moment. To try to fix something.

“Listen, Vinnie...” I started, before I knew what I was going to say next.

Vinnie smiled.

It startled me. It was the first time I had ever seen him smile.

“Don't worry about the sofa, Ethan,” he said, pointing to the furniture. “It has been waterproofed. I will spray it with a vaporizer later.”

Vinnie got up and went to the other armchair to get my clothes for me. While Kayla and I were having sex, he had picked up my clothes from the floor, folded them neatly, and put them together with his wife's dress and lingerie.

I got up too. Suddenly, I was the one who felt embarrassed about being naked in that living room. Vinnie handed me my pants and underwear. I thanked him and put them on as fast as I could. Then my shirt.

“It's not the sofa,” I continued, buttoning my shirt. “It's all of this. Everything that happened today. Kayla, me, you...”

“There is nothing to worry about. You had sex with my wife, and I watched. That is what happened today. That is the story of my life. It’s okay. Really.”

I swear I felt terrible. It was like the hangover that comes the day after a drinking binge and makes you regret all the previous night.

“Seriously, Vinnie. I don't understand anything of this fetish stuff. I don't know if what happened here was an act or not, but I wanted you to know that it was never my intention to hurt you, man.”

Vinnie sat back down in his cuckold armchair. I sat down on the sofa, which suddenly seemed too big for me.

“Intentions don't always match reality.”

My eyes widened in horror.

“You mean it wasn't an act? You mean you really weren't okay with all this? Man, I'm so sorry! I don’t know what to say. If I had known we were really hurting you, I... I didn't know, I swear. I didn't realize. I thought it was all part of the game. Please forgive me. I won't be seeing Kayla anymore, I promise.”

He laughed sarcastically. “Of course you will, Ethan. You are head over heels for her, I saw it. And I can tell she had a great time as well. Do not worry about me. Incredible as it may seem, tonight was nowhere near one of my worst nights. Kayla can be much crueler than that, believe me.”

“How so?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, for starters, she could have asked me for a French kiss right after you came in her mouth.”

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry, man.”

“Do not worry about it. But if she hears you talking like this, you can kiss the idea of fucking her again goodbye. She will discard you faster than those two condoms you used.”

“You really do love her, don’t you, man?”

“I cannot live without her, that is for sure.”

I wanted to die right then and there. “Well, I don't know if this is any consolation to you, but as far as I'm concerned, it's over. I'll only call her if you are okay with it. And I mean truly okay, man. If not, I'll disappear from your lives for good.”

“If I know my wife well, she will probably make me call you, just so I can say that I'm truly okay with it and that you can come over and bang her again without feeling guilty. Can I get you another whiskey?”

I politely declined. Obviously.

“I'll get one. For myself this time,” he said, standing up. “I think I deserve a drink after everything I've seen and heard in this room tonight.”

Kayla returned from the shower a few minutes later, wearing a white bathrobe. Vinnie was already back in the cuckold chair, sipping his whiskey. While she was away, he and I made small talk, avoiding the uncomfortable topic of the evening. It was amazing to see how confident, cultured, and sophisticated he seemed to be when Kayla wasn't around.

“I'm back, my loves,” she said. “Did you behave yourselves without me?”

“We behaved very well, sweetie,” Vinne replied before I could. “Ethan and I were talking about the artwork we have, and how hard it is to find good pieces these days.”

Kayla went over to him and caressed his hair and face. “Give me a moment to say goodbye to Ethan, darling? I’ll take him to the door and then I’ll come back so we can talk.”

“Do you want me to get his coat?”

“No need. You've already been very helpful today. Stay here and enjoy your drink. I would like a moment alone with him now, to say goodbye.”

Kayla pulled me by the arm, and hand in hand, we walked to the door. She grabbed my coat from the closet in the foyer and helped me put it on. Before opening the door to let me return to my own world, she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth before I could even think of resisting.

I glanced at Vinnie after the kiss. He just raised his glass in a toast. As if to say, “Didn't I tell you?” He knew. Of course I would call Kayla again. I had barely left her penthouse and I already wanted to call her.

“I had a lot of fun today,” she said.

“Me too, Kay. But Vinnie... I think we should...”

“Don't worry about Vinnie, Ethan. It may have been your first time doing this kind of thing, but it wasn't his first. And it won't be his last. Will you call me? If you decide you want to see me again?”

“I will, for sure,” I replied quietly, but without hesitation. As Vinnie had noticed, I was smitten. And I would fuck his wife again. As many times as she wanted me to.

We kissed some more, and then I left Gillefort Penthouse smiling, already eager to return.

=== To be continued... ===

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