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Tuesday 29th May 2018

Always that disconcerting feeling. Waking up in a strange room. Your first few seconds spent disoriented and confused, trying to work out where you are. Memory and then location seeping back into your brain as the sleepy synapses do their jobs, linking neural pathways like rusty points on a foggy railroad as thoughts surface and link. ‘LA … Nighttime … Shitty day gone … Shitty day ahead … Jill. Jill!’

As I looked at the insistent and flashing little screen, the microcurrent racing through the screen’s LCD crystals declared ‘Jill Cell’. Right next to the screen clock telling me it was ten to midnight, still just Tuesday although my confused brain wasn’t sure.

Against all my expectations, she’d rung back. Smiling to myself and my brain warming to maybe half-power, I reached to the side table and accepted the call.

But where I’d expected to see the same close-up of the face I loved, Instead I saw the same dark scene I’d seen earlier.

Actually, not quite the same, but similar. Not the darkened decking of our neighbor’s pool, but the better lit but still dark nighttime scene poolside in my own home.

As my brain settled into a state where I could understand and take in what I was seeing and hearing, it was the sound of laughter that struck me first. The laughter of several voices cackling at something I’d not heard. Followed soon after as I picked out and made sense of the silhouettes and shapes arranged around our poolside table. The slight figure of Riley sitting on the lap of a tall, dark figure that must have been Byron judging from his size.

The bald shiny head of someone sat behind three wine or spirits bottles, the shiny head and pitch of voice giving him away as Josh. And just to the left of the bottles, the long dreadlocks of Freddy with another white body sat on his lap. In some ways a mirror image of the other black and white couple sat opposite, only Freddy was a good half foot shorter than Byron. And the woman on his lap wasn’t the single Riley, it was the very married Jill.

As the last vestiges of sleep left my foggy brain, I sat bolt upright looking at and listening to the scene playing out before me. It was half-past eleven and I’d been expecting a call of loving matrimonial reconciliation, and instead, I was looking and listening to something quite different. Reconciliation after our stupid spat about me being too pig-headed and proud to admit that I wanted to watch Jill indulging her late-night appetite for her two new black lovers.

Jill sat on Freddy’s lap, his arms wrapped around her body like a black band, came as a hell of a shock to my sleepy brain, even after everything we’d been through these last few months. I’d certainly expected maybe some temper and anger after the words Jill and I had had. But this was normally followed by some inward reflection, some thoughts of ‘wrong on both sides’ followed by mutual contrition and making-up.

But the picture from our poolside told me in the clearest terms Jill had gone off into a totally different direction. Something that became clearer by the moment.

“So, let’s get this straight, your loving hubby gave you permission to play till your heart's content, but then you two fell out because he wouldn’t own up to wanting to watch?” Riley’s disbelieving voice asked.

“Yeah, that’s about the size of it. It might sound stupid, but sometimes I get so tired of him not owning up. Putting it all on me. Forgetting it was him who wanted to start this whole thing,” Jill told them all, the tiredness and frustration clear in her voice. “It was him who suggested we start the swinging. Him who virtually pushed me into Chris’s arms and bed. And him who sent me over the other night in that tiny golden three-piece handkerchief masquerading as a bikini. And sometimes I just get a bit tired of him pretending I’m the one who wants this more than him.”

“Honey, I get that. But Jill, don’t take this the wrong way, the way I see it, you and Dave are as bad as each other. He may struggle to admit how much he loves watching you. But, sister, admit it. You’ve become a bit of a cock-hound these last few months. Come on, Jill. Fess it up. There’s no shame in whispering to me how much you love a nice big cock pummeling your insides. Believe me, Jill, I’m the last person who’s going to judge you for that,” a smiling Riley teased Jill. All of them burst out in laughter as the guys whooped and hollered.

“I guess,” came Jill’s almost shy and girlish admission, finally.

“Come on, girl. Give it up. Ever since Dave had you on this diet of meaty big cocks, you’ve been like a kid in a candy shop.”

Even though it was dark, I could see well enough to see Jill’s guilty smile. “Okay, I admit it. It’s just after so many years together, it’s difficult for a respectable married woman like me to admit these things sometimes.”

“There’s no shame in it, Jill, honey,” Riley grinned back and reassured her. “But tell me, honey, as one girl to another, how do they all measure up. The men in your life. And don’t spare any details, I want to know it all. All the gory details. And Jill, honey, I’ll know if you’re lying. So remember, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth…”

More laughter echoed through the still night air. “You’re terrible,” came Jill’s stock defense, before she started spilling her guts and answering Riley’s question. A lightness in her voice suggesting the booze they’d already drunk was helping her share with a total openness she was enjoying.

“Tell us your top Ten,” Riley grinned, sensing the drink and Jill’s mood would tempt my wife to share what she wanted to know.

“That’s not fair. They’re all different.”

“Okay, I’ll like it easier for you. But remember, no lying. I’ll know,” Riley smiled. “So, best single fuck.”

Jill didn’t hesitate. “Daryl. After so long, that first new cock felt sooo good.”

Everyone hooted with laughter, my duly encouraged wife adding, “And what a cock it was,” making the universal hand gesture for length.

Riley shushed everyone, before giving Jill a serious look. “First love, first real crush.”

“That’s easy,” my flushed wife replied. “Callan, back in college.”

“And,” Riley asked, her hands making the same gesture for length Jill had just made.

“Plenty, big enough, thank you,” Jill answered with a playful tone.

“And where exactly does that leave your handsome ex-boss? Doesn’t he even make the playoffs?” Jill’s new bestie teased.

“That’s different,” Jill shot back. “Chris is certainly top three. You just didn’t ask the right question yet. He’s in that special place reserved for guys you love who also manage to rock your world come bedtime.”

“Amen to that,” Riley echoed with sisterly solidarity, pausing briefly. “But where does that leave your current boy toys?” she asked, looking first at Josh and then at the man whose lap Jill was sat on.

“Ask me in a month’s time, honey. I’m still road-testing these two. Running them in, so to speak,” Jill grinned.

“There you go boys,” Riley teased them. “You’ve got a month to win the fair maid’s heart. What do you think? Are you two up to the task?”

Another round of laughter greeted Riley’s challenge, Freddy’s arms wrapping tighter around Jill, as one hand cupped a boob through the long white tee-shirt dress Jill was wearing.

As the laughter died down, Riley spoke again. “Where does that leave your loving hubby? Where does he figure in Jill’s Top Ten?”

Moaning a little from Freddy’s gentle cupping of her boob, Jill smiled and answered her inquisitor’s question. “Easy. Dave’s the love of my life. We might have our ups and downs, like last night. And like a couple of weeks ago with Chris. But Dave and me are forever…”

“And luckily for you, the two of you are the perfect match. You love big cocks, black and white and any other shade you happen to find. And your loving husband love’s watching you being a naughty little wifey with any guy who’s half-way hung. The perfect match. His ying to your yang.”

Everyone, including Jill, enjoyed that joke. Jill just smiling in reply, not bothering to deny what everyone knew to be true.

All through the jokes and the conversation Freddy’s face had betrayed his growing horniness. The hand that had been squeezing Jill’s boob through the white linen of her top had snuck underneath and was from the outline was now squeezing cupping directly on the same flesh. Now the joking and conversation had temporarily stopped, it was clear to see the effect his actions were having on Jill. Still, on his lap, she turned to look at him, biting her lip from the pleasure his fingers were gifting her nipple.

She closed her eyes, just savoring the feeling as all of us watched the show. Duly encouraged he grasped the hem of the top and drew it up and over Jill’s head. Leaving her naked except for the small black panties that covered her modesty. Clear of impediments, Freddy’s dark hands were now able to cup and work on Jill’s beautiful tits. Two very erect nipples bearing witness to how aroused my wife had suddenly become. All of the recent laughter and frivolity was forgotten as her chest rose and fell with deep and impassioned breathing.

Riley’s voice had a totally different tone and quality to it when she next spoke. No longer jokey and sisterly best friend. More sexual kingpin as she gave instructions. “Freddy, why don’t you and Josh take Jill upstairs and give her what she so desperately wants. I’ll get Byron to ring school in the morning and claim the two of you went down with food poisoning.”

Freddy didn’t reply, just smiling and winking at Riley as he stood up, carrying with Jill as her arms wrapped themselves even more tightly around his neck as if she was frightened he might drop her. Jill sitting snug in his strong black arms like some virginal offering, the two of them kissed hungrily. The kiss seemed to go on and on, only breaking when Jill needed to break for air. Her happy face glowing with pleasure and anticipation.

As I watched their kiss resume while Freddy carried her into the house, I was a man conflicted. Part upset and angry that Jill hadn’t marked our argument with any signs of remorse. Part excited at what was about to happen.

I was struggling with these conflicted emotions when suddenly I heard my name. “Well then, Dave. What do you think? Can you tell little old me what you couldn’t admit to your wife earlier? That you want me to arrange it so you can watch Jill get it good and proper from Freddy and Josh,” I heard Riley’s sweet but not so innocent voice ask. A split second later seeing the dark of the night sky replaced by a close-up of her smiling and teasing face.

“Well, Dave, honey. What do you think?” she beamed. “Sleep or a rather personalized late-night peep show? It’s your call, honey.”

Damn this woman. It had been bad enough when Jill and I had argued over exactly the same question. Admitting to a virtual stranger how bad I had it, how badly I wanted to watch Jill and her new lovers together would be ten times as hard.

But it was a mark of how badly I wanted it that as Riley refused to be the first one to speak and the silence stretched out, my resistance slowly started to crumble. My dry and tight throat just about up to the job, after one final little nudge from Riley.

“Okay, if you’d rather sleep, that’s fine. I’ll just press this little red button here and let you get your beauty sleep. I’m sure Jill will still be there in the morning. After the boys have finished with her. Although, of course, she might be a bit too tired to talk to you by tomorrow morning. Or too tired for pretty much anything else. Hell, as they’re skipping school tomorrow, by the time they’ve finished with Jill, she might be struggling to walk. Happy, to be sure, but in need of bed rest for a few days.”

Riley pulled the screen back from her face and I saw her hand slowly moving towards the screen, as if ready to make good on her threat to end the call.

“Okay, okay. You win,” I finally called out, any shreds of self-respect disappearing in that moment of surrender. “Yes. Yes, I want to watch. I’m not proud to admit it, Riley. But yes, I do want to watch.”

She just smiled back at me, not needing to say anything. Her victory clear and decisive.

“Happy now. Happy now that you and Jill have got your victory. My admission of guilt.”

“Oh no,” she teased. “This admission is just for me, darling. Tomorrow you’ll have to go through the same confession with your beloved better half.”

Riley’s face softened and she seemed to see enough defeat in my face that she took pity on me. “Okay, Dave. I’ve had my fun. Know you can have your fun. I’ll take the phone upstairs and place it so you can watch Jill having her fun.”

With that she winked, got up and started walking towards the house, camera bumping up and down as she walked.

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I got the distinct idea she was walking as slowly as she could as the camera moved at a slow, sauntering pace. First, over the remaining steps of the decking, the image dark with the occasional pinprick of light, and then into the subdued nighttime lighting of our lounge with its familiar furniture and family photos hanging high on the walls.

And then the slow, bumpy images as Riley managed to stretch out her step-by-step ascent up our stairs, at first Riley’s breathing the only noises on the soundtrack.

But with each extra step up the stairs, the sounds from our marital bedroom became a little more clear and loud. Until by the time Riley reached the top of the stairs and the hallway outside our bedroom the sounds of Jill’s moans and sighs were clear and loud. I felt my own cock twitch with anticipation, a little ashamed but not surprised at my own reaction.

“Goodnight, honey,” Riley whispered in a quiet voice as the camera stopped moving and I no longer heard her breathing. Judging from the angle and picture I was seeing, Riley hadn’t even entered the bedroom, she’d just propped the phone on top of the old-style drawers we had next to the door and the light switch. The perfect position to look down the bedroom towards the bed, where the tiny lens and sound mike found their targets.

The tangle of bodies that was my wife and her next-door lovers hadn’t wasted any time. The three of them were naked on the bed, Jill the meat in the dark sandwich between them as six hands explored three bodies. Jill and Freddy were lost in a passionate kiss, one pale hand curled through his long dreadlocks while the other worked the length of his fat cock, the stones in her rings twinkling as her fingers only just managed to encircle his girth.

Even if Freddy seemed to have most of Jill’s attention, Josh wasn’t idle. One hand was cupping a breast and gently twisting and rubbing a very extended and swollen nipple, while the other was exploring between Jill’s legs, both teasing her little bud and sometimes exploring with fingers teasing and stretching insider her.

Jill showed no signs of tiredness despite the late hour and the booze she’d drunk. The moans, the way her mouth hungrily fought with Freddy and the way her hips wriggled from Josh’s stimulation all told me my wife was one very happy lady. Her husband might have been several thousand miles away, but she had two young guys to see to her needs. Two young guys who evidently planned on calling in sick so they could spend the next day or so seeing to my wife’s womanly needs.

My cock was iron-hard as I watched the scene in front of me, and suddenly I was aware that the pangs of fear I’d grown so used to during the later part of Jill’s affair with Chris were totally absent. This felt totally different. More like the time I’d seen her with Daryl, or the first night she’d shared with Rocco and Chris together. This was total sexual, three people exploring their erotic boundaries and satisfying their carnal needs. Without all of the emotional fears and baggage that had caused all the problems towards the end of Jill’s time with Chris.

The weird thing was that while this made it easier to watch, it also took some of the raw edge of excitement away. But on balance, after everything we’d been through, I was happier with this mix.

All of these deep thoughts had to wait for another time as a sudden fluster in the knot of black and white bodies on the bed drew my attention back there. Jill had moved herself a little higher, her head now resting on the pillow and her legs spread wide in a way that told me exactly what she wanted to happen next. The only question in her mind probably being ‘who first’.

It had been Freddy who she’d been kissing, running her hands through his long dreadlocks in an excited and intimate gesture. But it was the bald and slightly larger Josh whose black body was the one taking its place above Jill. Between her legs. From my remote viewing position, Jill’s head was still turned to my left, her right, passionately swapping tongues with the young black teacher.

She only turned to face the second man sharing her bed as he sank the first few inches of his fat cock into her body. Even though she’d been well fucked by both of them only the night before, she responded as if she’d not been with a man in months or years.

“Oh fuck,” she spat out between gritted teeth, looking intently down between her splayed thighs as Josh slipped further and further into her tight pussy. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Glad the lady likes it,” he grinned back. “Me and Freddy got all tonight and all tomorrow to see to your needs, baby.”

“Umm, sounds like heaven to me,” Jill smiled right back, earning a quick retort from the black teacher now balls deep in my wife. “And the best bit, hubby gave you a hall pass to fuck and suck all you like until he gets home. Naughty little wifey. Lucky young niggers,” he chortled to himself.

Both Jill and Josh found better things to do with their mouths as they locked together in a kiss just as intense and heated as the one she’d shared with Freddy seconds earlier. I could hear Jill’s loud moans of pleasure and fulfillment through their crushed lips, such were the feelings Josh’s fat cock was causing as it’s glistening shaft pistoned in and out of my wife.

The long, smooth strokes had an athletic, almost mechanical quality to them. It was as if his hips and muscular black ass were running on some invisible rail. Pumping in and out like some cylinder on some hot and oily machine. Reminding me of countless old machines I’d seen during my engineering degree. Only this wasn’t some industrial process, it was my very human wife who was the very happy recipient of the glistening and well-oiled black shaft that was powering in and out of the sleeve that was her pussy.

In the meantime, Freddy had got down from the bed and was sitting butt naked in my bedside armchair, with a contented look on his face. With a languid hand motion, he stroked his own manhood and looked on with an almost fatherly, approving smile at the scene on the bed. As his best friend got it on with the sexy married woman from next door. Knowing full well that when his friend was finished, he’d take his turn between her legs. Carrying on where his friend had left off, enjoying the tight warmth of her body until he too shot his virile seed deep into Jill’s womb.

Even though I’d watched a near-identical scene just one night ago, the sights and sounds that Jill and Josh were making together drew me across the mountains and dessert into that bedroom in Miami. I guess it was the newness of it, mixed up with the deep-rooted taboo of interracial sex. Something that so much of our culture and social upbringing teaches us is wrong. Something totally new for both Jill and me, the heightened eroticism of a powerfully muscled and dark-skinned man taking Jill from me. Fucking her with deep and virile strokes, stretching her out and every stroke pushing the fat tip of his cock deep into Jill’s body. Each stroke touching to the very entrance of her womb, teasing and taunting us each time with the social taboo of a mixed-race baby.

From all the trash-talking that had happened the previous night, about big black cocks and about black superiority over white and Jill’s extra enjoyment, I knew that the whole race thing was a huge turn-on for the three people back in my home. Planning to fuck away the rest of the night, as well most of Wednesday.

But tonight the talking had a different quality. Mainly because it seemed pretty clear that, unlike the night before, none of them knew I was watching. Riley had slipped the phone into the room without any of them seemingly noticing. And it seemed entirely in keeping with her mischievous personality that she enjoyed the secret little game she was playing.

As Joss made love to my wife, I found the physical spectacle incredibly erotic. His tall, muscular and shiny black body ramrod straight as he sexed Jill in the missionary position. The tight and fat-free buns of his PE instructor’s ass bobbing up and down, each downward thrust causing the muscles in Jill’s face to tighten a little, each time a happy moan of pleasure emitted from her smiling and slightly open mouth. The fat shaft of his cock dark and shiny, in contrast with the paleness of Jill’s body, fat enough to stretch her love lips wide in a distended ‘O’ shape that told me how full she was with his cock. Told me how much pleasure she was getting from the way the nerves in the wall of her vagina reacted to being stretched wide.

The way they continued to kiss spoke volumes of the passion and desire they felt for each other. The mature but still sexy mother of three, her body still taut and desirable even in her mid-forties. Even to a handsome and athletic guy more than ten years younger, being in bed with a woman like Jill was still something to savor and enjoy. Something evident in the way Josh looked at my wife, and the way his hands explored every inch of her hair, face and body.

The two of them went on like this for some time, Jill enjoying a couple of orgasms but Josh showed no signs of wanting to finish. The night before, he’d been second with Jill. Only entering her and sexing her after Freddy had enjoyed her and finished inside her. Maybe tonight he was getting an extra buzz and pleasure from enjoying Jill before his friend.

But as Jill approached her third intense climax, I saw a change in Josh’s body. Still, ramrod straight between Jill’s splayed thighs, but his movements now faster and his breathing sounding a little more ragged. His mouth pushed tighter onto Jill’s lips, kissing Jill in that most primitive way males do as they are about to gift their DNA to a potential mother. Kissing her tight and hard, as if sealing her mouth off in the same way he wanted to seal her pussy off. Plugging both off to ensure no leakage or enemy, that his seed and DNA could do what nature intended.

They both cried out as their two bodies spasmed and shook at the same moment. Jill’s nails racking his back, just as her calves pulled tighter still around his body. Pulling him in a way that really wasn’t needed, as he was using every sinew in his powerful body to push as deep as physics allowed. No doubt the tip of that fat cock of his touching Jill’s very cervix as it shot his seed deep into Jill’s waiting womb. Thankfully the wonders of modern contraception meaning that there were no little white Jill eggs waiting there to say hi to Josh’s little fellas.

Josh kept that taut and deep pose, as Jill continued to spasm and suck in huge gulps of air. Her third orgasm appropriately much bigger and more intense than the last two. Clinging to her new lover’s dark and exotic body as she came back down from the heavens where he’d transported her. The intimate way she held his neck and stroked his bald scalp a physical thank you for the pleasure he’d just given.

A strange moment passed between them as their eyes opened and they looked straight at each other. There was some kind of connection, but more than that I couldn’t describe. Neither of them wanted to speak, it was like words would have spoiled things and been inadequate compared to the deeper connection they were sharing. This look lasted several seconds before Josh leaned down and kissed Jill softly, whispering something to her I couldn’t hear.

As Josh eased his naked and shiny body up and off Jill, I was struck by how strange I still found the mixed-race thing. Over the last months, I’d grown used to seeing Jill with a few different men, but all three of them had been white. It shows how deep-rooted for us humans the idea of ‘us and them’, ‘insiders and outsiders’ runs in our coding and programming. I’d seen Jill having sex now more times than I could possibly count, but still, the fact that the man climbing off her was black and not white like Jill and me made a marked impression.

And as Josh climbed off, we all knew what was about to happen next. Not even for a moment did Jill’s legs show any sign of closing. Her pussy was already splayed open and showing some of the white cream Josh had just deposited inside her, and her legs stayed open to accept the next man. Josh’s equally black and muscular best friend Freddy. A little shorter, a little less heavy, but blessed with a long mop of dreadlocks and a cock which was nearly as big as his friend’s.

Jill smiled up at Freddy as he climbed aboard, the kiss between them not as deep and passionate as that with Josh. But then again, there was plenty of time for that.

At first, the sex between Freddy and Jill was similar to that between Jill and Josh. Just straight, good old-fashioned fucking. The classic missionary position allowing them to kiss and touch as Freddy enjoyed the snug warmth of my wife’s pussy and she, in turn, luxuriated in the satisfaction of a second big cock filling her up.

But as Jill’s breathing and facial expression showed she was starting to build to another cum, Freddy changed things up a little. The night before it had mainly been Josh playing all the mind games and doing all the trash-talking, but on their second night together Freddy seemed intent on showing he got off on this also.

Because all of a sudden, he started mixing things and switching them up. On one of his downward thrusts, instead of pulling back as before he stayed fully embedded and held Jill tight to him as he rolled over so she was now on top of him. Using his heavily muscled strength he then stood up, carrying Jill’s weight with him, all the time with Jill still firmly impaled on him.

Whereas as the night before he’d shown off by bouncing Jill around and making her sob and squeal as he fucked her standing up as he walked around, tonight he had something different in mind. With Jill’s arms clinging on tightly around his neck lest he drop her, still balls deep he walked over to Jill’s dressing table and placed her ass on the table. Her body was side on to the mirror, just a small pillow placed under her ass by Freddy.

Jill had a surprised look on her face as Freddy just grinned at her.

“Look at you, Mrs. Foster. Home alone, all by your lonesome. Except your not home alone, are you. While the cat’s away, the mouse will play. Right? And while your loving, hard-working husband is on the other side of the country earning money for his family, you’re here living the life fantastic. Stark naked with two black guys who are going to fuck you rotten. Who are going to fuck you from here to kingdom come? Sticking you with our big black cocks. Making you squeal and shout. Fucking you until you’re too tired to cum anymore. Too tired to walk, your little pussy too sore for any more big black cock.”

He was still smiling at Jill as he continued. “Turn, Jill. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at how sexy that hot body of yours looks with a black man between your legs and a big black cock deep in your belly. Your belly that already full of one load of black cum and which is going to be overflowing with nigger jizz before the night’s over.”

Jill hadn’t turned her head, but Freddy’s serious and slightly angry tone startled her and changed her mind. “I said look!”

She was looking now. “Tell me what you see, Jill? Do you see a mother of three who’s just discovering how much she likes black cock? Who knew she liked big cocks, but who’s just discovering she likes big black cocks even more than she likes white ones?”

I could tell that Freddy’s words were beginning to have an effect on Jill as she was staring at the reflection of her and Freddy together, and she started to shake ever so slightly.

“Tell me, Jill. Do you love our black cocks?”

When Jill hesitated, Freddy turned her face back to look at him. “Tell me!”

Her voice quivering, during only her second time with anyone not white, Jill told Freddy exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Yes. Yes, I love them.”

“Better than white cocks?” he asked, his expression looking serious and even a little menacing.

“Yes, better than white cocks,” she replied, no longer hesitating and now answering obediently.

“Good girl, Jill. Good girl. And so we can fuck you whenever we like? Fill you with our black baby juice whenever we like?”

Listening to Freddy’s statement of what the future held, I could see Jill’s shaking become more pronounced.

“Jill, can we fuck you whenever we want?” his look again serious with a hint of menace.

“Yes,” my forty-five-year-old wife answered in a quiet and shaky voice.

“Good girl,” he grinned. “Because, you know, Josh and me are young, fit and horny. Not like your husband, Dave. He’s so busy with work he might not get round to fucking you more than one or two times a week. But me and Freddy, well we might need you three or four times a day. Who knows, we might need to pop over for a quickie before work. And then when you come back from your posh office in that nice suit of yours, we might need to pop over for a pre-dinner fuck. And then maybe, later on, me and Josh might need to pop over and borrow you for the rest of the evening and maybe even the whole night. Hell, who knows? We’re young guys, with young guys’ needs. I’m sure Dave won’t mind. After all, he loves watching, so he’ll only be too happy.”

As she’d listened to every word that Freddy had taunted her with, her body was shaking more than before. The glassy and deer-like look in her eyes had become more obvious. But not for one moment did she disagree or argue back, the effect of his words clear to me.

Having said his piece and laid out how he and Josh saw Jill’s future, his tone changed to a more friendly note. “Would you like that, Jill. As much black cock as you can handle? Fill that hole in your life left by a departed boyfriend and a too-busy husband? Would that be good?”

“Yes,” was all my startled wife could say, in a dry and barely audible voice.

Having completed his brainwashing of Jill as to the future they planned for her, Freddy switched tack. Talking less, fucking more, as if to reward Jill for giving the right answers. As if giving her the first dose of the drug she’d receive more and more doses of as they had their way with her.

For me sitting, cock in hand, alone in my hotel room it was a surreal experience. Sitting and watching while Freddy played his mind games with Jill. As I looked on, listened and watched, it was impossible to judge how much of this was just comic-book shit-talking. All just a bit of fun and games from a guy with a serious and responsible day-job. And how much had deeper intentions, planting the seeds in Jill’s mind for what they wanted to do to and with her over the next weeks and months.

At one level it really seemed harmless comic book stuff. At another level, the last few months had taught me that the line between fun and fantasy and real life is a dangerous line. A line which it’s easy to go over, these last months teaching me a fantasy game may start as harmless and fun, but that it often develops a life of its own.

(Thanks to cbears52 for his help as always)