Gerald moved closer to the bed, around the side of it and sat down next to her, he slipped a hand up under her little skirt and felt at her pussy slit, at the wetness of her cunt juices already oozing from it. “I blindfolded you,” he said trying to control the excited quaver in his voice, “Because I have arranged for another man to come round this evening.”

“Mmmm,” she simpered huskily. “John is going to fuck me?” she said hopefully.

He paused swallowed hard and then said. “No, not John.”

He loved the way she was stunned to silence by what he had said, he could sense her hesitation and her rising anxiety – and that pleased him much.

“You?” she probed, seeking reassurance from him and real uncertainty now sounding in her tone.

He deliberately delayed answering and then, in a harsher and shaper tone said, “No, not me, bitch. You like the thought of having other men’s cocks…”

“John’s, yes but…” she protested; now pulling at her bonds in an effort to break free.

Gerald stood up, gave a mocking laugh and walked to the bedroom door. “He is in the lounge, I let him in earlier. I will bring him up and let him see just what a slut you are.”

“No! Gerald, no please!” she begged urgently. “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this. No one should know of what we do… You promised.”

“I lied,” he said with a laugh and went downstairs.

No other man existed, he had invented it all but she didn’t know that. It was a thrill to end them all for him as he stood in the lounge uttering loud whispers and then altering his voice to answer in equally hushed whispers. He waited a moment only and then walked back up the stairs, using heavier footsteps to get her to imagine it was another man.

“Please!” she called out as she heard him enter the room. “This is all a mistake. I don’t want this. It will be rape if you touch me. Go! Please go away!”

Gerald, wildly excited by her very real fear now, got up onto the bed and knelt between her parted thighs. He didn’t speak, that would give the game away, and he lifted the front of her skirt up to look down on her bare pussy. He moaned in a deep tone, a moan of appreciation and reached out to feel at her stretched cunt slit.

“Get off me! Don’t touch me!” she cried out and thrashed her body around wildly, pulling at the cords binding her wrists and bucking her hips like a tigress.

Gerald slipped two fingers up into her wet cunt and roughly fingered her, ensuring to use a different method to the one he normally employed and to further give the impression of being another man.

“No! No! No!” she screeched and then, as his fingers were withdrawn from her pussy and she felt the wet, warm tongue sliding up and down the length of her crack, she broke down weeping in helpless defeat. That wailing and sobbing increased when the licking finally stopped and she felt him moving on top of her, the heavy weight of the man and then the head of the cock probing at the entrance to her cunt. “Please,” she sobbed, “Don’t do this.”

Gerald pushed up into her, feeding all of his stiff cock up her until he was up into the hilt and his pubic bone crushed against her clitoris. With one hand he reached for and grasped the blindfold then ripped it up off her eyes, “Surprise!” he chuckled at her grief-stricken expression.

“Bastard!” she spat in relief and then broke a smile. “You utter bastard, Gerald.”

“Had you going there, didn’t I?”

She huffed in annoyance but her smile showed her appreciation of the sex play. She smiled more now and added her own brand of humour to the proceedings. “I thought it was another man’s cock, a nice hard one and not your little thing.”

That did it, whenever she spoke so he could not hold back, Gerald tensed and grunted and then shot his load of spunk up into her soft, warm insides.

Claire however was not so completed, she bit her tongue and said nothing but her need was as great as ever and just crying out to be sated.

***

“Who is this tasty woman-on-the-side of yours that likes taking so much cock?” One of the squash club members asked of Gerald as he showed them a few more photos. It had become a weekly ritual now between them. Once the squash games were over and in the small private bar above the squash courts, Gerald would hand round a few pictures for them to see, to allow the men to ogle his wife’s body – never her face though - and to listen to the four men’s comments on her.

“Christ she gets worse…”

“Better I would say,” another commented excitedly.

“… She looks as though she needs cock all the time… Just look at the size of the one up her in this photo!”

To say that Gerald found these times exhilarating would be an understatement. The truth be known, he didn’t now go to the club for the squash, simply went there to go to the bar afterwards and to hand round the faceless pictures of the dirty slut woman and only he knowing that it was in fact his very own wife, his lovely Claire. It was his secret, his very own horny and cock-pulsing little secret.

“How I would love to fuck her myself,” one man sighed. “How about it, Gerald? Willing to share and to divulge an address of this mistress of yours?”

Gerald shook his head, “Sorry, for me only. If the wife ever found out…”

All four men groaned disappointment but their interest remained on the woman in the photos, the wanton slut laid back on the bed, her legs up and parted wide and with a huge cock slipping into her stretched cunt.

It was Gerald’s little treat for himself, his little secret that even Claire didn’t know about. She would go mad if she knew he had been showing the pictures around, but then again, that made it all the more exciting for him to do so.

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