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So she cheated on him.

The ordinariness of the vanilla dossier belied its salacious contents. He stared at it on the crystal glass top of his chrome-framed desk and picked it up again.  Leaning back in his counter-balanced chair, a sense of weightlessness aided his concentration.

He designed this honey trap not to be a one-off but an expose.  Its purpose was to see how far his wife would go. He pored over the dossier; it catalogued all of their liaisons.  Mia, his wife, found his agent provocateur irresistible and she gave in to temptation many times. As her sexual awakening and it described the descent of her demure character into the basement of her deepest fantasies.

He swirled around in his chair to contemplate it all. Looking out at the leaden sky and grimy city skyline, he collected his thoughts. He felt no anger or regret just a weariness of being alone.

On the final page, a list of bullet points summarised every one of her predilections. The unguarded admissions shared by his wife to her lover on the matrimonial bed. She craved anal sex, a fantasy to fuck complete strangers bareback, double penetration, and orgies. She wanted to experience the extremes of dominance and submission too.

He threw the page towards his desk; it skidded on a cushion of air and came to a stop. He had own secret predilections and bullet-pointed list.  Vacantly, he gazed out to the horizon and he chained one idea to another until a smile grew on his face.  The tangible genius of the endgame fluttered as butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

“Checkmate.”

He would need to persuade Mia to take a break at their villa in the Cote D’Azur and if she took her lover or not, it was of no consequence. The use of his black credit card and the Aston Martin would help to seal the deal. The most important thing was to get her away from their home.

He swirled his chair back and pushed on the intercom, “Tanya, get me Omega Investigations on the phone.  Tell them it’s Mr. Stuyvesant.”

“Yes, sir.”

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The cost was extortionate and it took weeks to realise but it was ready. It had to be imported from Switzerland and it was the very best that money could buy. The image quality was impeccable, the lenses, of course, were the finest that the Swiss could produce. Procured by the rich and famous, the legitimate and the not-so-legitimate, he surveyed the screen before him.

Sitting at his immaculate desk, he watched the demonstration unfold in clipped tones of a certain pedigree.

“So Mr. Stuyvesant, click these buttons and you see it either pans or zooms. Press here and you can split the screen between two cameras. The volume control is self-explanatory. We installed directional microphones as per your instruction, much better sound quality for a reasonable additional expense. The cameras have full visibility of every room in the house and we installed two in the rooms you asked for. It works like a video recorder, red button to record, square button to stop. It can even pause and you can start up again where it left off. There is enough capacity for three hundred hours of high-definition recording.”

He clicked on a button and split the screen between two cameras in the same room.

A gasp of joy betrayed his tutor’s excitement, “Yes, good, I see you learn fast. The system is completely silent and unobtrusive.  This system is the best available, it should give you years of faultless service.”

Pushing his chair back, Pierre Stuyvesant rose impassively and fastened his jacket, “Thank you Mr. Templeton, you have been most helpful. I have paid your firm in full and I would like to give you something extra.”

Producing a cheque, Mr. Templeton did not even read it. He smiled, folded it, and placed it into his top pocket. 

Pierre liked that, “It is for your total discretion in this matter.  It is an amount I expect you will be very happy with.”

Mr. Templeton gave a subtle bow of deference and extended his hand. It was a cordial and slightly firm handshake, the perfect synopsis of their conversation, “Thank you Mr. Stuyvesant, our discretion is guaranteed. Please ask for me personally if you have any further questions.”

“Of course. Tanya will see you out.”

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Laid up in his hotel room, Pierre browsed through another dossier.  Omega Investigations were happy to continue the arrangement. Containing their second invoice, it stated the hourly rate of her beau; Mia had been busy. Pierre had witnessed that for himself several times already.

Out of the country on another long business trip, tonight was no different. On the large flat-screen television in his hotel room, his own personal porn film played out as his wife took what she wanted.

Her chiselled well-built lover had a look of awe on his face. If the finest handmade silk lingerie did not enflame his ardour sufficiently then her honed body that graced the catwalks of Europe would.

Mia prowled over him with all the confidence of a tigress. She bucked on top lashing her long black hair in passionate histrionics of pleasure. She fucked him brutally with an almost masculine quality.  Her petite naked body strained hard with exertion as she clasped and gripped his prone body. The clash of her bare pubic bone mashed hard against the base of his cock. Animalistic and without emotion or mercy, she maintained her vantage point to witness how he writhed for her.

Clutching at his chest, he growled as her nails dug into his skin. He reared up and Mia lent in to push him back down onto the bed. She fed her erect nipples into his eager mouth and bucked hard into her as his retort.

Mashing her sex against him, she stuttered with breathless yelps and struggled to maintain the initiative. He cannoned into her hard enough to make her breasts sway in time with his hips. 

Slowly, his energy petered out with urgent grunts. Assertively, she rode above him and began to shudder too. With a coarse stirring of her hips, her fevered words demanded he filled her with his seed.  Together, their howls of pleasure became one as their writhing bodies clung to each other.  He did not disappoint as her climatic body took his essence from him.

Sipping from a glass of perfectly chilled wine, Pierre maintain his aloof composure.  His own body nagged for relief yet he could hold out for a while longer.   Mia’s hands did not remain idle for long.  It was clear to Pierre that she wanted to reignite the embers of lust smouldering in his body.

Recharging his wine glass, the second camera angle caught the look in Mia’s eyes. They did not break contact; it was clear how much she liked sucking his cock.  Her perfectly manicured fingers barely made it around his girth. Her painted lips sucked around the fat bulbous head and eased down to take as much as she could manage.

Encouraging her, his hands on the back on her head pressed down.  The tip of her delicate nose pressed against his smooth pubic bone.  A muffled retch made him reel on the bed. Unperturbed, she did it again without encouragement.  His head snapped back and his hips lifted from the bed. She continued until he looked rampant with his rigid length painted in a glossy coat of saliva.

Pierre squeezed his cock, fully engorged, it felt like hot steel, and his balls ached for relief.

Positioning herself above her prostate lover, Mia held his shaft. Stroking it slowly, she paused to let him take in her naked body. The heft of her full breasts stretched over her frame as the slight definition of her abdomen flexed her body into position. Displaying the soft cushion of her bare vulva and flat pelvic floor, Mia eased herself open with two splayed fingers. Penetrating her with two blunt fingers, her mouth opened and eased out an airy gasp. 

He sawed his fingers into her sex and drew out a mixture of his semen and her juices. Smearing it around the tight knot of her anus, Pierre heard Mia’s yelps as he impaled her there too. A finger in each hole fucked her casually as her heavy-lidded eyes smouldered at him.

Straddling him, her squeal of surprise signalled the shock of his girth. She lifted up, pressed down gingerly, and yelped for every inch taken.  Squatting above him, she rode it with a relaxed fluidity undaunted by his girth.

The sinews of his body stretched to match her movements.  His muscular bulk could overpower her easily yet he remained prone. Adapting to his girth, she fully impaled herself and made him writhe hard.  He jolted as if stuck by a mythical force; she bore down on him and made him do it again.

Her lips moved, Mia’s whispered words seemed to goad him to respond; Pierre increased the volume.

“You’re the first man to have my arse.”

He groaned as she fully impaled herself onto him.

Still gasping to adjust to his girth, she slowly stirred her hips, “Do you have some friends that will fuck me too? One in my cunt right now would feel so good. I want to feel all the pressure building up inside me, I would cum so hard.”

He groaned and seemed to struggle for words too, “Lots of my friends would like to fuck you.”

Gently she rode his cock, “I want them, I want three hard cocks. I want… I want to cum on them.”

He clattered into her harder; sat squat above him, she tried to create some distance.  It only gave him more latitude for he bugger her harder.  She yelped and took it as he built up to an assertive tempo.

A thousand miles away, the metronomic ticking of the Georgian mantel clock kept time.  Lifting a little, Mia exhibited her impaled arse to him. The camera caught it perfectly; the glossy emulsion around her cunt shimmered off the light. She made him do all the work, his thick length strained on its sinews as it appeared and then disappeared from view.

Pummelled by his meaty length, she provoked him for more, “Yes baby, that’s so fucking good! I want to be fucked like a cheap whore with a cock in every hole… Fuck me… fuck me like a whore!”

Sheened with exertion, her body shook with each thrust. Pierre witnessed the concentration on her face melt away. Stiffening on top of him, she bucked randomly; involuntary spasms took over as she yelped louder.  The sound of his body slapping against her punctured the febrile air.

She forced out a heavy groan and then a trembling shudder with a cacophony of yelps. He fucked her hard as she convulsed.  A dribble of his seed leaked from her slightly gaped sex.

Struggling for air, she fought to speak, “Do it… do it again!”

He took his cue, reached up to grab her, and rolled her over. Mia’s body sank into the bed still stuffed full of cock. Her long legs in the air and unbent in a ten-to-two position; he plundered her arse. The contact of their bodies slapped loudly in the still air, her gasps shrill in pitch, grew in volume. His muscles began to stiffen as he clattered hard into his shrieking wife.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum! Cum with me! Fill my virgin arse up you dirty fucker! Put your spunk in my dirtbox.”

In a race to the finish, Pierre watched his wife pinned down, writhing hard and clinging desperately to his frantic body, “I can feel it, I can…fee…l it. OH FUCK!”

Pierre’s cock seared with heat, he had to concentrate hard not to touch it. He flicked back to the other camera in time to see the flex of his perineum and hear his roar echo off the walls.

She gurgled in shock as their muscular convulsions collided.  They shook simultaneously as his short stabbing motions despatched his load into her.   The mantel clock continued ticking as their bodies fell still.

He eased himself off the bed on shaking legs and disappeared from view. With her chest lunging for air, his wife rolled onto her side. The sound of running water hissed through the microphones.

Pierre had seen enough, he had nourished his voyeuristic tendencies and now he needed relief.  He knew just the woman, expensive, elegant, and beautiful – he was in the mood to have her all night.

He showered and dressed.  Scrolling down the contacts on his phone, he smiled as he found her. Punching ‘dial’, he knew she would pick up.

“Hello, Hilde?”

A peal of happy laughter echoed slightly down the line, “Pierre! Darling! It’s been a long time!”

“It has but I’m in town, are you free?”

“Pierre, I thought you were married last year,” Hilde’s tone carried a hint of concern.

Pierre sighed, “Yes, it’s complicated, are you free?”

“Oh for you Pierre, of course.”

“Excellent, are you free all night?”

She purred, “I am.  If you are feeling energetic, Lina is here too. Perhaps you might like to entertain us both?”

Hilde would drain his balls in a slow, exquisite masterclass of carnal pleasure.  Lina, her protégé, was a more energetic fuck and much more submissive too.  He could happily cater for their needs as they would for him.

“A perfect suggestion Hilde. I will be at the Hotel Superior bar in ten minutes.”

“We will be there soon Pierre. Champagne?”

“Ruinart ’79, your favourite.”

“Ooh, Pierre, I’m tingling already. Is this a special occasion?”

Pierre paused for a moment, perhaps it was. He watched his wife take it in the arse for the first time.  To do justice to Hilde and Lina, he would need a few glasses of Champagne to take the edge off.

“Yes, Hilde, it probably is. Wear something black and tight-fitting, both of you.”

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Digging the solid silver spoon into his grapefruit, Pierre enjoyed the tart sourness. It cleansed his palate and revived his taste buds. Early morning sunlight cast lengthy shadows against the square thin railings of the veranda and over his robed shower-fresh body. The air felt crisp and cool to breathe as he pored over the newspaper.

He felt better today than yesterday when the torpor of sexual gratification left him sluggish and his senses blunted. Hilde’s assertive style demanded that he fucked her slowly.  He painted a copious flood of his cum all over her breasts and face.  Lina’s athletic body demanded a hard fucking; she took it gratefully in her mouth.  He mustered the strength to do them both twice.  Hair matted, bodies clammy, their exhausted bodies slept for long blissful hours on soft Egyptian cotton sheets.

Eating the last segment of grapefruit, he considered that Lina and Hilde knew better than to act it out as they might for other clients. They might have taken payment in exchange but what they gave was a performance beyond avarice.

His phone distracted his contemplative mood - it was a text message.

It’s on for tonight, three guys, 8pm. Omega.

The electricity of the thrill through his body was worth the disturbance.

Pierre found himself clock watching all day. He tracked the time between three and four in the afternoon every five minutes. His patience worn thin, he finished his day early, and he needed a distraction.

He pressed dial, “Hilde?”

A happy laugh fizzed back at him, “Again Pierre? Your powers of recovery are impressive!”

It was Pierre’s turn to laugh, “You bring out the best in me Hilde. Listen, I have a proposition for you.”

He had to find a quiet corner of the café to reveal his plan. It was dirty and depraved, and he heard the effect it had on her.

“And you want me and Lina to watch Mia being fucked? Does she know?” asked Hilde.

“No, we will be secret voyeurs but I have a little surprise for her at the end, it will be fun.”

“Are they all going to fuck her at once?”

“Yes, she is quite the whore. She wants every hole filled at the same time. So do you want to watch it?”

“Darling, of course, are they studs? Are they well hung?”

“If they are like her lover, yes.  She is going to be put to the test.”

Pierre paused, Hilde breathing had developed an erratic quality.

“Hilde? Is Lina with you?”

There was another sigh, “Yes, yes, she is but, erm, she can’t come to the phone. I have you on speaker. She… she, erm, heard everything.”

A barely stifled sob escaped Hilde’s mouth. Pierre looked at his beaming smile in the reflection of the glass window. It surprised him because he looked truly happy.

“Okay, so when Lina has finished eating your cunt, you know where I am.”

“Darling! Really! Erm, yes, oh God! We will be there… oh God!”

The tinny sound of Hilde’s impending climax stiffened his cock. He had to stick his hand in his pocket to re-arrange himself.

“I… I can’t wait to watch your wife being fucked like that, it’s… it’s…”

With a litany of yelps and a more guttural groan, the line had disconnected.

“Hilde?”

He eased out a discreet smile and returned to his table at the café to pay the bill.

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They had to restrain him if he was ever going to make it to eight o’clock. Sat upright on the bed, soft chiffon scarves fastened his wrists to the brass bedstead. A cock ring would stall his climatic urges – it usually did. Hilde knew better than to play with fire but this was an opportunity too good to miss. Her body and mind had experienced much; seldom did it experience something truly new. This was different, an act of debauched voyeurism and an act of debauched sex. Hilde wanted to see it all and she enjoyed the perversions of older men. For Lina, her younger protégé, this would be an education.

Consuming almost two bottles of Champagne, they gave Pierre a live sex show. Mashing their bodies together, their use of tongues or fingers, they both came for him. Hilde’s vivacious body showed no signs of fatigue; her copious wetness would not abate. As Lina’s mouth sucked on her engorged clit, Hilde let Pierre see the fire in her eyes; his athletic body looked fit to burst.

Toying with her erect nipples, Hilde flicked her gaze to the screen and looked back to Pierre.  He saw it too, eight-fifteen and four bodies made their way onto the mezzanine.  His expression did not betray a single emotion, but his fully erect cock did.

Mia was in no mood to be coy; she shimmied out of her little black.  Stepping out of the puddle of fabric, she revealed her sheer black stockings, suspenders, black patent stilettos and nothing else. Following her lead, their eschewed clothes fell to the floor. Hilde pushed Lina’s mouth to her sex and envied Mia for what she was about to get. Powerful muscular bodies full of vitality and stamina; they would be relentless in seeking their gratification.

Holding her head up in pose of defiance, she placed her hands on her hips and parted her slender legs a little.  Their beaming smiles showed their appreciation of her taut athletic body.  Two mouths took a nipple each and a penitent man began eating her sex. Stroking a cock in each hand, Mia easily stiffened them.

Transfixed, Hilde yearned with lust for them. They had abstained for a few days perhaps; Mia’s touch easily aroused them. Lina watched through one eye and redoubled her efforts on her mistress’s clit. Hilde gasped and shuddered a little. 

Hilde glanced at Pierre with heavy sultry eyes, “This is making me so hot and wet, soon your penis will feel the benefit.”

Pierre looked hopefully, “You are a bad woman Hilde, my cock is almost numb.”

“Good,” she purred, “then I will fuck it nice and slowly. When we choose, you will cum so hard.”

They towered over her with their hard-defined bodies, the veins bulging on their girthy cocks. On her knees, Mia used her mouth and hands to stoke the fires inside them. They each had a turn with her mouth and began to assert themselves. As soon as one fucked her throat, the others joined in. Retching and gagging as she took them, they goaded each other on until tears made her mascara run.

A single flick of Lina’s tongue and Hilde climaxed, she shuddered and groaned at the sight before her.

Hard wet cocks jutted fiercely from them. The heaviest set man picked her up with ease and threw her onto the deep sumptuous leather sofa. Hilde felt a deep yearning for him. The size of his cock, so thick and rigid would hit all the right places. The distraction flooded the tension back into her sex; Lina lapped it up obediently.

Knelt on the sofa with one leg, the other placed long onto the floor, she bared her puffy smooth vulva.  Her arms locked on the armrest, they wasted no time and spit-roasted her.  Mia’s labial lips tight around each girthy cock left them all mesmerised.  They all had a turn and Pierre zoomed in as the thickest, largest cock pushed into her cunt for the first time. Mia yelped, tried to push him away, and then melted as he impaled her to the hilt. Sucking hungrily on the cock fresh from her pussy, he sawed in and out of tight sex. They rubbed on her clit, pinched her nipples and smirked when she shuddered with her first climax.

In the eye of the sexual maelstrom, Pierre waited for it to sweep Mia away. Her cunt was smeared with her copious juices, her lipstick was smeared over her lips - only one hole remained unsullied.

Three livid cock on the screen and Hilde sensed they were growing restless. The well-built man sat down beside Mia. Straddling him with her toned flanks, he did not wait and violated her firmly. Knocking the air out of her with a yelp, another hard cock came into view and stifled her cries.

Slowly, they asserted more control and drew her into their spell. Broad, shovel-like hands gripped her tight waist; fingers woven into her jet black mane steered her mouth. Their overwhelming physical strength started to use her body.  Mia tried to fuck them back in vain under their assault of pleasure.  Slickened fingers smeared liquid around her puckered anus. Impaling it her arse with a single digit fingers, her muffled squeals quietened as it slowly fucked her.

Lina’s velvet mouth distracted Pierre from his wife’s fate. With a gasp, his loins tightened as she clamped her mouth tightly around him. An evocative scent like a summer’s breeze filled his senses and Hilde’s full painted lips pressed against his. For a prostitute, a high-class escort, she kissed like a loving wife.

“Mmm, you look so hard Pierre, your time is coming.”

As Hilde kissed him passionately, Lina swallowed on his cock. For a brief moment he was there, his wife getting fucked as she deep-throated him.

Their oblique angle to the screen gave them all the perfect view. Unfastening his bonds, Hilde presented her luscious behind, toned and curvaceous. Straddling him in reverse, Lina held him and rubbed its head up and down Hilde’s wet slit.

Rapt by his expression, Lina’s elfin features creased into a bright smile, “No condoms tonight Pierre, for one night only, your sperm is going in us both.”

Hilde took him into her broiling cunt and stole his breath.  With the spring in her thighs, its tight warmth caressed his shaft. The animal sounds from the screen filled the hotel room as Pierre watched Hilde’s sex wrapped tight around his girth. Slow and measured, it sent peals of bliss into his loins. It was ecstasy and agony, a taunting slow fuck to boil his seed.  Pierre was determined not to beg; Hilde would have to work for it.

Lina watched the screen and watched her mistress fuck.  Delicate fingers caressed her swollen clit as Hilde grazed softly over Pierre’s shaft.  They watched Mia as a well-built man’s vicious cock rifled her vulnerable mouth. Shiny and slicked with saliva, he slapped her face and plunged it back in deep.

Hilde moaned and said what they were all thinking, “He’s going to fuck her arse.”

Lubed up as an act of mercy, the well-built man rested his meat between the cleft of Mia’s pert arse. In quiet awe, they watched as the blunt head pressed at her entrance. Defeating it firmly, Mia reared up and howled.  Unperturbed, it sank deeper and deeper into Mia’s frozen body.

Inching resolutely inside her, Mia squirmed to fight back, “Fuck, fuck! mmmmfffhhhh!!!”

Filling her mouth with cock, Mia had what she wanted.  They tightened their grip of her struggling body and fucked all her holes. Pierre knew how aroused Hilde was; her sex lost all friction.

Mia’s nostrils flared as she struggled to take them all. They sawed in time, each taking their turn to plunder her holes. The side shot showed it all, her lithe body sandwiched between two bulky men. Her pretty face flushed and her mouth skewered with a fully erect cock.  Just as she seemed to manage, they changed places.  The moans of protest only stifled when they penetrated her completely.

They watched the fight ebb away from Mia’s body. Her yelps grew louder as each thrust powered into her captive body. Their masculine grunts and groans were heartfelt but half-hearted.  Hilde knew what they were doing because they had done this before. They worked like a team to test her body and then one would take the initiative.  Taking his lead, the others would follow and the real fucking would begin.

A voice burst out from the screen, “You like that Mia? You dirty slut! One hard cock in each of your nasty holes.”

Mia groaned heavily and then shuddered hard. Climaxing on their embedded cocks, they laughed as she squirmed, and fucked her through it without mercy. Now they knew that words could tip her over the edge, they goaded her with more, ‘whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘slut’. She came alive every time, made her come by fucking her harder.

Reacting to the increased friction, the thick cock in her cunt thrust harder out of step and her muffled squeals indicated her surprise. Symbiotically, the cock fucking her mouth and arse matched his pace.

Hilde kissed Lina passionately; she dropped onto Pierre’s imprisoned length and bore down hard.  He pushed up meet Hilde and she willingly obliged him again. Lina’s fingers provided all the stimulation Hilde needed.

Hilde bore down on him again, “And who has the more talented cunt Pierre? Me or your whore of a wife?”

Pierre groaned breathless, “You… you do… Fuck that feels so good.”

Hilde laughed, retook the initiative, and rocked back and forth slowly on Pierre’s cock.

Low and rumbling, a voice groaned, “Fucking take it you bitch!”

Their muscles bulged as they denied her body an outlet and she wailed out a scream. They sawed at Mia in turn without empathy or emotion.  The pattern was the same, fuck her, make her cum, give her some time to recover and then fuck her harder. It took mere minutes from recovery to climax again. Slowly, they ratcheted up the force they used and Mia savagely climaxed.  They changed position; they all had her arse and her cunt. Her mouth was merely a place to keep their cock hard in-between

Hilde purred, “She can’t help herself now, mmm, I know how good that feels.”

Pierre fought at the restraints and made Hilde snigger at his frustration. She would not increase her tempo and kept his body tight as a drum with frustration.

Mia’s body stiffened again, she trembled in ever-tighter spasms. Her body wound tighter and tighter as paralysis took hold.  As one woman to another, Hilde knew what that meant. A clatter of hard cocks broke the tension with a sickening squeal.  Mia thrashed hard against them. Her core spasmed so violently they had to sandwich her between their bodies. Five hundred pounds of skin, bone and muscle struggled to contain her.

Loud and anonymous, his deep voice boomed through the speakers, “Fuck! The bitch is fucking soaked, she’s squirting on me!”

Frantically, Mia fought against their bodies, pressed her hands against the man before her in a desperate search for air. It was another shriek, followed up with a blood-curling series of sloshy lunges and groans. Now they had her at their mercy and they pummelled at her harder than before.

Held tightly, they cannoned into her so firmly that their bodies slapped together. Her body reared up again and she convulsed heavily. She shook with such brutal fury that looked so helpless. They bucked hard into her as she contorted and writhed. There was no more air as she choked on a cock up to its hilt in her mouth. Retching, her arms flailed and sought out something to purchase against, yet it was in vain. The man underneath her stuttered, his body had lost its fluidity. In a flurry of activity and noise, he pressed against her convulsing body and bucked deeply into her.

Pierre croaked, “Oh God!” as Hilde’s rode him harder in response.

He told her he was cumming and as he bucked beneath her. Roaring hard, he stabbed his full length deep into Mia’s sex. Her body twitched as if electrified and then shook mightily. Stifled by a hard cock, she wailed and shuddered as his grunts announced his dispatched load.

Pierre was frantic; he bucked into Hilde with all his strength forcing her to respond. Watching his wife filled with cum swelled his cock to its zenith. What he witnessed went beyond his imagination. He never loved his wife; she was a beauty to own. Now, they took her, they owned her and it aroused him intensely. He was married to a brazen whore who fucked three men in their own home; it pleased him to see her so brutally taken.

The deflated cock in Mia’s sex eased from her. With a rasp of air, cum bubbled and escaped from her gaped slit. Pierre watched his wife’s cunt give up its contents.  He gripped Hilde’s hips and thrust his cock hard into her.

A moaning off camera grew louder, from the left-side of the screen, the man fucking his wife’s mouth eased it from her.

Hilde squeezed his girth firmly again, “Oh fuck, Pierre, he’s going to cum too... Oh God!”

The voyeurism, Pierre’s cock, and Lina’s fingers conspired to release her climax. Clasping at his ankles, she squeezed at his imprisoned length as Pierre fucked her back hard.

A more explosive groans bounced off the walls and a thick rope of spunk splashed onto Mia’s cheek and damp hair. The second volley spurted into her mouth as he pushed her head onto it.  Muffled squeals followed until she began to swallow it down.

Her body kept trembling as she spat out a load of saliva and cum to get more air into her lungs. Her spasming body would be her salvation.  Frantically fucking her arse, he sawed at her as his full balls slapped against well-used cunt.

Hilde gasped, “I hope he shoots it up her arse.”

His faltered motion that nailed her arse with one last thrust. Bellowing hard, they watched his cock flex powerfully. He stabbed it deep into her as Mia shrieked. His smooth perineum flexed and pulsed injecting his sperm into her rectum.

Pierre had seen enough, his own release seemed so imminent, “Hilde, Hilde… please.”

As he bucked back, she sat back firmly to soften the blow, “Sssh… soon Pierre, very soon.”

Mia’s limp body lay between them, her rib cage rose and fell silently. They pushed her onto the sofa and laughed they would be back for her later. Lying in a foetal position, the camera caught the gloss of their essence smeared around her holes and splattered in her black hair. A faint dribble of cum leaked from her arse.

Pierre was frantic now, gripping Hilde’s body desperately, “Hilde, fuck, please. Please!”

Lina’s hand softly squeezed and kneaded his aching balls. A solitary finger squeezed between the cleft of his arse cheeks and teased the tight knot of his arse. With the tip of her finger, she pressed it inside as Pierre stalled and his eyes widened.

To his expression of shock, Lina’s eyes sparkled with a smile, “You’re going to have the best orgasm of your life. Then I’m going to have you.”

Lina’s finger had a direct connection to the pressure at his core. Hilde repositioned herself to face him. With a determined look on her face, her tempo gave him all the friction he needed.  His hands kneaded and squeezed her nipples.  They moved as one as Hilde sought to unlock the stubborn tension in her body one more time.

They watched him intently as he struggled to breech the engorged muscles holding back his relief.  Lina’s finger unlocked the tension as his body shook with hundreds of faint tremors. Hilde gasped as she felt him at his swollen maximum as it slid against her sinewy cunt muscles.  Her sensitive walls shot electricity through her body, the first convulsion squeezed hard on his shaft.

“Cum now Pierre, fill me up. Do it baby, cum in my cunt.”

Pierre’s body seized and then convulsed, it bucked and shuddered.  Lina’s finger wriggled and caressed that spot. Dropping up and down on him, she released every pulsing spasm against his swollen length.

“I.. I.. I’m cumming darling, I’m… going to milk your balls.”

With a croak and then a boom of his voice, Hilde pressed her arms hard against him to hold back his violent spasms.  She fucked him through every one of their deep muscular spasms as he felt the epiphany of his relief coursing from him.

It was spectacular.

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They did come back to give Mia another hard fuck only it was not the experience they expected.  The anonymous tip off to the Police and Media made sure of that.  A suspected drugs deal in progress developed into a very different tale.

Whilst the Police made no arrests, the press had a field day. ‘Orgy at the Manor’ created tabloid tittle-tattle for weeks. The aggrieved and wronged husband admired for his quiet dignity and his sexually voracious 'catwalk model' wife who entertained three men at a time. Cashing in, the well-built man sold his story to the papers of how she had the appetite of ten women.

Pierre was in no rush to marry for a third time. He took a sabbatical from his job and he needed somewhere remote to lay low. His divorce was amicable and rapid, the settlement reasonable enough not to provoke recriminations or delays.

Safely ensconced in his hilltop Cote D’Azur villa, he entertained two special guests. He had grown fond of their honesty and their bodies - now, they were his courtesans. Looking out over the sun-baked vista and deep blue Mediterranean Sea, he toyed with making a momentous call. He did not want to live for work any longer.  He could live very comfortably without the need to work ever again. Maybe his sabbatical should be permanent; maybe he should devote his energies to other more important things.

Hilde held out a drink and he looked over to Lina sunbathing naked by the pool.  Taking the glass from her, he returned a wicked smile.

“Darling, again!” Hilde exclaimed, “You carry on like this and you won’t want to leave.”

Pierre smiled and shrugged, “Maybe that’s the plan."