A rivalry erupts when a wife can’t help getting involved in matters that she should really leave well alone.
M/f dominance. Voyeurism. Reluctant.
John had been at his tribunal and Lucy was so excited about the gossip. John was the husband of a friend and it was salacious. My wife had told me about rumours some time before that John had been bullying female members of his staff. She was annoyed that nothing had been done about him even though she didn’t know if there was anything to the rumours. It also had nothing at all to do with her but that never normally stopped Lucy, especially since this was about John. She and John were like children when they were together and everyone tended to leave them to it most of the time. Then the rumours were gradually confirmed and along with that, to Lucy’s great delight, so was the prospect of a tribunal. John stood to lose a lot.
On the day of the tribunal Lucy texted regularly to spread the gossip. I was aware that she was also sending it to others. Somehow she’d gotten some information direct from the offices where it was being held. I contacted her part way through the morning as she was getting really involved and had sent me one message that was clearly meant for another girl who didn’t like John either. In it Lucy wasn’t holding back. I suggested she might want to be a little more careful and not so inflammatory. I wanted to use the words childish and competitive but I didn’t. That wasn’t Lucy though. She told me he deserved what he was getting and then she carried on.
Mid afternoon I get a call from her. She was panicking and explained that she sent not one but two messages meant for friends, to Johns wife who sent them straight on to John. He was at that time trying to call her after sending a number of message’s which she tells me were ‘really aggressive.’
‘What did you put in the messages Lucy?’ I asked her.
She went quiet on the other end before finally telling me.
‘I said that he deserved to get sacked and I had no doubt that he had done everything he was accused of.’
‘Well that’s not so bad,’ I told her. You can have an opinion right?’
‘There is a bit more.’
My heart sank.
‘I also said I had contacted the press and let them know what he had done, and who he was.’
‘You didn’t Lucy, did you?’ I asked her. I was incredulous. Had she actually contacted the press and gave them all the details. Surely not.
‘He got off with it,’ she added quietly.
‘What?’
‘At the tribunal. He got off with it. They said he hadn’t done it. He will have though.’
‘That doesn’t matter Lucy. The papers have all the details and they will run the story no matter. He’ll be furious when he sees that.’
‘He already is,’ she confirmed.
I told her not to do or say anything else until I got home. I made her promise to stay off any social media so we could try to figure out what to do.
‘Lucy you will at least have to try and apologise,’ I told her.
I knew that she would hate the thought or even the suggestion of an apology to John but she had really messed up and I couldn’t see any other way out if what was a very awkward situation. At least she seemed to agree with that.
I decided to leave work early to see if we could start figuring out what to do about the whore mess she had created. As I pulled up on the street I could see that his car is parked outside. He drove a large Audi.
‘Oh no,’ I thought. He had been mad enough to come straight round.
Even before I had got fully in the house I heard his voice raised and anger in his tone. I thought I heard Lucy but far from her normal confident self she sounded contrite and deferential. That didn’t bode well either. I walked to the living room door which was half closed and tried to get a feel for the situation before I going in.
‘You repeated gossip from anyone who was willing to sling mud my way,’ he snapped at Lucy. ‘You knew nothing of what those vile women had said about me and yet you told everyone you could what you thought without any confirmation. You told the press for christ’s sake!’
‘I know John. I’m sorry i really don’t know what to say.’ Lucy’s voice trembled.
‘What can you say. Its far to late for words now. What good would they do and why would I want you of all people to try and put this whole mess right. You sit there with you’re pretty smile and your short dress and you have no idea the complete mess you have left me to deal with. I have people I haven’t seen in years asking me what I’ve been doing.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘And its all your fault. Sticking your nose in where it isn’t supposed to be. This was supposed to be the end of it you stupid girl. Now thanks to you I have yet another mess to deal with.’
Johns voice had been rising as he spoke and I decided I should go in and try and pacify him. I’d take his side of course, offer to help where we could and see that Lucy told those she had been in contact that she was wrong. It was the least she could do.
As I reached for the door handle something stopped me. I didn’t know what it was at first and I found myself replaying something I had just heard before it came to me.
It was John and I was as certain as I could be that he has just told my wife that he ought to take his belt to her. My hand stopped. I stood still and adrenaline made my breathing quicken. Had I really heard that? The thought that John had suggested it was so unexpected that my mind began to actually wonder if he was being serious. I stayed in the hall and peered through the gap between the frame and door. Lucy was sitting on the sofa with John standing directly over her. John’s frame completely towered over my wife in terms of size and presence. He is not particularly good looking, he’s just big. Short hair and barrel chest sort of guy.
Lucy sat trying to apologise over and over. I could see her doing it. She was sitting on the sofa in a light dress, her dark hair pushed behind her ears and tied loosely. She opened her mouth to apologise again but John accused her of knowing exactly what she was doing and of having a dangerous mouth. She shifted forward on the sofa and looked to be about to make another protest of her innocence, an innocence that I know is wholly inaccurate, when he said firmly ‘No.’ And Lucy stopped.
I was no longer reaching for the door to go in. I stood as silently as I could in the hall. I found myself considering that so long as they didn’t come out of the front room and I remained silent they would never see me. I also figured that if either decided to do just that I could get to the front door and be ‘coming in’ before they saw me. I didn’t want to recognise personally why I was thinking all this but clearly I had made a decision without giving it any thought at all to stand unseen and wait to see what would happen. My mind wasn’t working but I was aware that another part of my body was. I wasn’t completely comfortable with what I was doing but nether was I about to change my mind. Lucy, my pretty young wife, was on her own.
I looked through the door at her again. She looked a little shocked but there was more that couldn’t immediately figure out. I could see something in her eyes, detect it in her posture. Then I realised with a sting of fear that she was being submissive. That wasn’t Lucy. It made my insides churn and my mind wonder where this was going. I couldn’t ever remember her being submissive and I never thought that she would show anything remotely like that to John.
She was apologetic again, telling him how sorry she was. Then she said something that made my eyes widen and my heart race.
‘I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you John.’
Lucy knew John. She knew he had a reputation. She knew about the tribunal and the way he was supposed to have treated those women. While he had somehow got off with it everyone knew, including my wife and I, that John was a misogynist at best and a sadist at worst. Telling him that she would do ‘whatever it took’ was a dangerous game. She had to know what she was doing, surely. I wondered if she had a plan I wasn’t aware of. I hoped she didn’t as it almost certainly wouldn’t work. The alternative however would be like Lucy giving John the perfect opportunity to exploit her and then telling him it was okay to do it. So why did that excite me so much?
A line ran across Lucy’s brow, perhaps I saw her bite her lip ever so slightly. I could see she was unsure.
‘I’m sorry ‘ she told him.
John wasn’t moved by another apology and she realised immediately. She drooped her eyes and tried to think of something to say but failed.
‘You did it deliberately.’
‘No,’ she protested.
I saw his face darken at the denial.
‘You knew exactly what you were doing. It was a pathetic and deliberate attempt to get me sacked or worse.’
‘No John it…’
Lucy moved forward as she spoke and John pushed her back into the seat. Her dress rode up showing white knickers underneath. She didn’t seem to notice.
‘Yes it was!’ he shouted stalling any further protest from Lucy.
‘I’m sorry John. I really am. I don’t know what else I can say.’ Lucy doesn’t protest any further and her last comment repeated in my mind.
There was a moment of silence
Lucy was facing away to the corner of the room and the bay window. The sunlight outside cast across her. She noticed her dress and pushed it down aware that John had seen her like that.
When John spoke again his voice was calm but firm. There was an edge of anger somewhere and he told Lucy again that she has caused a great deal of trouble for him. I did wonder how much trouble exactly. There would be some embarrassment maybe, irritation probably and the press interest might cause most of that until another juicy story turned up but that was about it. I wondered if Lucy could have explored what trouble he had actually been caused a little more rigorously before she found herself where she did.
‘Stand up,’ he told her. Lucy looked up at him, unsure. Seconds passed and then to my shock she stood up at the same time as making sure her dress was down. As soon as she had he snapped at her again.
‘Sit.’
Lucy seemed to baulk momentarily. He was clearly just pushing her buttons to see haw far she would go. Then she sat. I didn’t like where this was going. My body, in opposition, did.
‘Stand up.’
Lucy gave John an ascorbic glare. Then, again to my surprise and weirdly my arousal, she did what he told her. Standing again I could see she suddenly felt the weight of obedience and looked down at the floor with her head slightly cocked.
‘Turn,’ he barked.
Lucy’s eyes flickered up at him briefly and then she turned with a huff.
‘Back,’ he told her.
She faced him again. Then, as he told her to sit once again, he raised his meaty hand to the centre of her chest and pushed. Lucy was thrown back onto the sofa this time with a look of shock and surprise. Even though I watched I sensed no danger for her, not of violence anyway. It never occurred to me to do anything other than stay and watch. I did so aware now that I had an erection.
‘Stand,’ he told her again. Lucy looked demure now and stood quicker this time than the last.
‘Turn.’ She faced away from him. Seconds passed. She couldn’t see him while facing the sofa but she had turned her head and was listening, waiting. His hand raised again behind her back and Lucy was propelled forward onto the sofa with a short yelp. She landed on her hands, feet still on the floor and knees pressed against the edge of the sofa.
And then she didn’t move. An act of absolute submission by my wife towards another man and something I never thought or ever expected to see.
John remained behind her. His position was now one of power. Lucy was submissive and had to allow it. The way she had behaved making her position difficult. She seemed different now. Then maybe it was him who was. He was dominant. My wife’s only grace was the privacy she had while she submitted to that. Apart from me, the husband, the voyeur. A husband who returns to save his wife only to watch as she is ordered and pushed around. That said little for me. What said even less was that seeing Lucy half bent over in front of Johns frame had made me take my cock from my pants and I now stood wanking slowly as I watched through the crack of the door.
She was on her own.
Then I saw something that made my world shift out of kilter. John reached down and his fingers traced the hem of Lucy’s dress where it touched the skin at the back of her thigh. They trailed slowly up against the skin of her thigh lifting the dress slowly up with them. He raised it higher until I saw her underwear again. Then almost casually he flipped the entire lower part of her dress over her back. Lucy wore thin white cotton knickers. They were plain, functional, briefs and fitted tight across the curves of her bottom.
When my world righted itself my heart was thundering so loudly I though it would be heard and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. Despite standing still I was having to actually slow my breathing. That moment between them seemed to freeze as I watched. I watched as John looked down on my wife bent over with her dress up displaying for him. Showing him her knickers and waiting.
I heard a belt being unfastened. Then the slow pull through the hoops and the clink of metal as it came free. Lucy heard it as well and shifted nervously. She seemed about to say something but he stopped her.
‘You don’t malign me and walk away. You don’t threaten my job without consequences. Another girl that needs to learn that lesson.’
Lucy swallowed. She looked down but she said nothing.
John folded the belt in half. The leather stretched audibly in his hand and he held it loose by his right side for several seconds as Lucy waited. Then his hand raised and the belt fell back to his shoulder before it whipped forward and the leather snapped across Lucy’s knickers with a harsh crack. She jumped and yelped as her bum trembled. Her hips flexed in pain and tensed until it subsided several seconds later. His hand raised and dropped again. Another cruel snap across her backside. This one was met with a loud cry and another flex of her hips. Her bottom tightened and I could see a red welt forming across the white skin under the hem of her underwear. Her hands gripped the sofa as the belt struck again and then again. Her bum shied under the blows but each one struck firmly.
‘Fuck.’ Lucy shouted down at the sofa.
Her body braced against each stroke and the muscle in her lower back flexed in protest. Then he stopped. He folded the belt in his hand and watched my wife as she caught her breath. Lucy reached a hand back and touched the heat of her bottom with a wince. She then pulled at the dress to cover her underwear and turned slightly towards John standing over her.
‘Okay,’ she said breathlessly, ‘you’ve hurt me, humiliated me. You’ve seen my knickers and I’ve apologised. That’s it, right?’
As soon as she asked she realised it wasn’t. John’s face darkened.
‘No Lucy that’s not ‘it’,’ he snapped. ‘You don’t seem to understand. You haven’t shown any remorse for what you’ve done and until you do that will never be ‘it’. You have meddled in things that do not concern you and need to learn that isn’t put to one side so easily. You need to know how that feels, to have a little empathy, for others interfering in your life and to have something to truly reflect on if you are ever tempted to do the same again.’
He pushed her roughly until she was facing away from him again. Then he pulled the dress back up onto her back again. She let him push her into place, expose her knickers. The white panties were now in sharp contrast to red marks of about a belt on the exposed skin of her buttocks. He still held the belt in his hand and releasing the part doubled into his palm it dropped and swung heavily. With his free hand he reached out and slipped thick fingers into the waistband of my wife’s knickers. Lucy felt them but remained still. My hand slowed on its journey up and down my cock as I watched. He pulled slowly and the knickers inched down off her bottom to the top of her thighs. She shifted uneasily at being exposed. Her head dipped and stared down at a cushion on the sofa biting her lip.
My wife was now naked from her waist to where her knickers clung to her knees. She was bent over submissively in front of a man she disliked and who in reality she hardly knew. The smooth skin of her bottom was presented to him. There were red wheels forming where he had given her his belt and she now waited with her knickers down for him to belt her again. Far from being jealous or even remotely annoyed I found the sight so very erotic.
His hand raised. Lucy saw it. Her head turned away and she winced in anticipation. The belt fell propelled by his large frame and cracked once more across my wife’s bottom.
‘Fuck,’ she hissed.
He raised and struck again. Lucy twisted.
‘Fuck. John, it really hurts,’ she complained.
John simply grunted and clearly either didn’t care or expected it to. His hand lifted for a third time. Lucy braced herself and the belt cracked again.
Lucy whined and her bum shied again.
‘Please,’ she begged.
John didn’t just ignore my wife’s pleading it spurred him on. His arm raised and fell three, four, five times. Lucy heaved and arched her back against the pain inflicted by him across her bum. Her skin reddened and she lowered herself until she had her face on the sofa and her knees on the floor. When the blows stopped her hand returned to her bottom and she let out a low groan that sounded pitiful and at the same time very sexual.
John dropped the belt onto the floor by Lucy’s head so that she could see.
‘Turn,’ he said firmly,’ Lucy did as she was told. She pulled at her underwear and turned to face him now on her knees. Her head was bowed and she tucked her hair behind her ear. The moment seemed to stretch forever. Then Lucy took a deep breath and raised her head. His hands had by now moved to the waist of his trousers and it broke her gaze for a second before she looked up at him.
‘Listen John,’ she began looking a little panicked, ‘I’m really sorry…’
John unsnapped the waist button of his trousers and it stopped her dead. She was thrown, clearly losing her composure.
‘Look, I know I’ve…’
John pulled down his zip. She glanced down on hearing the sound and swallowed. He had the front of his trousers slightly opened. She looked away but sat still. The composure completely gone now her eyes flicked on objects around what was happening in front of her. Then glancing up her mouth opened to speak but her mind scrambled for words. She seemed to start then stop over and over.
‘John please,’ she said eventually and it sounded a little desperate.
As a reply John pushed down at the waistband of his trousers, his underwear too. I saw the shaft of his cock first. He was thick and semi hard. He pushed his clothing down to his knees and stood back up displaying himself to her. What I saw I couldn’t put into words at the time. My wife also seemed to struggle. She just looked at it, briefly up to his face and then back down before she said ‘I’m sorry. I really am, but.. ‘
I’ve never considered myself to be big, average at best, below if I’m honest. Though my wife has always said that I was big I knew she was just being kind. I have played sport all my life and been around men in showers or changing. Admittedly I had never seen any of them getting an erection, but still. Outside of porn films I had never seen anyone with a cock so big. It was long and hung loosely between his legs. It was also thick with a large rounded head. In actual fact everything about it was thick.
As I was taking all this in so was Lucy only with much more immediacy while looking directly at it. She looked up at him again with an expression I struggled to fathom. It was a look that said ‘No way’. It said, ‘Really?’ and it also said ‘Fuck!’
I saw ‘Maybe.’
For the first time a smile showed signs of appearing on his face. There was nothing said but there was a tension in me that I could see playing out between them also. Lucy swallowed nervously again. Then John reached out. He stroked the side of her face. His hand moved back with each touch as he tousled with her hair. His cock had stiffened and was now pointing out and down. His fingers played in her hair and then squeezed gently on the back of her neck near to where her hair was tied. There was a pull that met resistance then another which met less.
‘Come on,’ he said, less assertive and more persuasive for the first time. He reached down with his free hand and lifted it to her mouth. ‘Show my your sorry. Lick it.’
She hesitated. I held my breath. My heart was thudding in my chest so hard. I compared the turmoil my wife would be in and my stomach lurched.
‘Go on, lick it.’ He repeated.
Lucy’s eyes darted. He looked down at her with confidence. Then, then she opened her mouth and her tongue darted out. It seemed to briefly touch the head of his cock.
There was a pause. Neither if them moved.
‘Again,’ he said.
With less hesitation this time her tongue emerged and licked a second time. His cock bounced slightly as it stroked across the surface.
‘Again, properly,’ he told her.
His voice was firm and she paused. She glanced down briefly and then back to his cock. I suddenly felt sick. I knew what was coming but did nothing, just watched. She reached up and took control of the thick shaft of his cock. Her slender fingers folding around his thickness as best they could. This time her tongue curled under the head and she licked firmly upwards. There was a pause. Then she licked again, the same firm stroke under the head again. The third time she licked the head slipped into her mouth and Lucy began to suck gently on his cock. John let out a gasp. My wife’s head began to shift back and forward as she took it in her mouth. His breathing was ragged. The bobbing motion of her head became longer and more deliberate. At the same time her lips seemed to search out more of him. Her tongue moved in her mouth around the ridges of his fat knob. Her head shifted gently, slightly firmer and faster but with a practiced rhythm. He seemed to find complete relief and his anger disappeared, replaced by gentle groans as he was sucked off by my wife.
I noticed that Lucy began to suck slower and harder. She was taking more of him in her mouth and her hand had moved. It was now under his large balls and gently pulling on them. John groaned loudly over and over again. His eyes closed and his hips flexed towards her.
And that was it. That was all it had taken. Lucy knelt at his feet and sucked his cock in apology. Her tongue pressed over the fatness of his glans. Her lips eased down and back along his shaft. Her rhythm was slow, methodical and almost tender. The head of his cock stayed cupped in her mouth while being gently licked by her soft wet tongue.
John gasped. His eyes were closed and the pleasure she was giving plain to see.
The only other sound was the wet noises my wife’s mouth made on his cock. Those sounds were almost grotesque. The grunts and gagging when he was in her mouth, the wet popping as she took it out while still sucking it, followed by the ragged breaths she needed to take. The strangled groan as she allowed that fat disgusting thing back into her mouth and struggled as he pushed it deep inside.
My wife was sucking this man’s large cock.
He looked back down to watch her. I saw her eyes look up to meet his. They both watched each other as she felated him.
‘My wife has told me you know.’
I expected him to carry on berating Lucy about her behaviour, although, for rather obvious reasons, he no longer seemed that angry.
‘About your vivid imagination, about your interest in me,’ he continued looking directly into her eyes. On her knees in front of him.
Lucy’s face glowed across the top of her cheeks. Her sucking slowed as she waited for what he would say next. Outside and still silently watching I did too. This, I didn’t know.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. ‘Reality a little more embarrassing than fantasy.’
Lucy didn’t entirely stop sucking but I could tell that she was listening to him as much as I was.
‘So how is it? Does it stack up to the times you’ve wanked thinking about it?’
Lucy’s hands were stroking John’s hip and moving towards his muscular buttocks. She began to suck hard on him again and as I watched her I wanked myself.
I could hear it. I could see it happening only a few feet away. I felt the frustration of being unable to be in my wife’s mouth, like he was. The frustration of it happening to another man. That feeling multiplied as I agonised over how the order of things had skewed. Lucy was my wife. She didn’t like this man and had told me that any number of times. Yet this scene I could see made that all a lie. Oh god, she was on her knees for him. My mind couldn’t concentrate on any one thing. The talk about this ‘fantasy’ skimmed my consciousness. What was he talking about and why hadn’t Lucy seemed as confused by it as I was? Another lie, a secret? Were there others? I felt like lightening rods were being forced down the shaft of my cock and they were sending static through my balls into the pit of my stomach. I was close to cumming, across my hand and the back of the door.
John reached between them and took his cock in his hand. He groaned as he fed it to Lucy. His other hand held the back of her head and her hands dropped to her lap as she allowed him to push it deep into her mouth. Satisfied he then pulled it out and held it against her face. The thing was massive and lay in one ugly length over her mouth and eyes. Then he took a step back.
There was an awkward silence as then they separated. Lucy self consciously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she looked up at him. John had stepped out of his pants and was naked from the waist down now.
‘Stand.’
Lucy was obedient towards him now and stood up. Her dress slipped back into place.
‘Where are your knickers?’ he asked. Lucy bent to the hem of the dress and raised it to just above her knees showing him the white knickers still around her legs.
‘Give them to me,’ he told her.
She stepped out and handed them to him. John inspected the material. He rubbed it between his fingers.
‘They’re wet,’ he said. ‘Are you wet between your legs?’
Lucy looked embarrassed and when she didn’t reply John reached under her dress and between her legs. She pulled away but only slightly. She remained standing in front of him, allowing him to examine her.
‘You like big cock after all then.’
John’s hand pulled back. He put Lucy’s knickers to his nose and smelled them briefly before dropping them to the floor next to the belt. He then pointed to the end of the sofa, to the arm.
‘Over there,’ he said. There was no explanation, just an instruction.
Close to cumming I had to stop wanking. Despite that I touched under the crown of my cock briefly and it flexed, right in the edge of an orgasm. My mouth was dry and my heart raced as I watched Lucy and waited to see just what she would do.
She moved. She moved in front and past him. At the end if the sofa she turned, hesitated and then bent over it. Looking away and down she lifted the back of her dress up until it rested on the small of her back again. Finally, after another momentary pause, she parted her legs.
When John moved behind her she was aware but didn’t look directly at him. He could no longer see her face. For the first time she wasn’t being studied by anyone, that she was aware of. I saw her, my pretty wife, bent over our sofa so that a man she professed to dislike could fuck her from behind. I saw her face and her expression when her guard was down. There was no pretence at all. My cock edged again as Lucy bit her lip and waited.
He pressed down on the small of my wife’s back and manoeuvred his massive hips between her legs. Lucy remained looking forward but her concentration was centred on what was happening behind her. She took a sharp intake of breath and then they moaned together as John’s hips pushed. Lucy gave a sharp cry and then pleasure washed over her. John’s hips began to work against her deeper and stronger with every second until he was banging them against my wife’s bottom. The sound of his large frame slapping repeatedly against her rear filled the room. Lucy moaned as she was rocked against the end of the sofa over and over. I saw the pleasure on her face as her eyes closed.
‘Fuck,’ she hissed, ‘oh fuck.’
John pulled her hair and her head lifted. His other hand mauled her tits through the material of her dress. They were both breathless with the exertion of sex. Lucy began to whine. John slapped her sore bum.
‘Do you understand now?’ he grunted. Lucy nodded without opening her eyes.
‘Tell me then.’
Lucy’s head was still pulled back. The muscle and tendons of her slim neck stood proud. Her breathing was rapid as she spoke in gasps.
‘I’m sorry…I was wrong… I deserve to be… fucked for the things… I said.’
I gripped the end of my cock and squeezed. The rods drove down to my balls again and thick spunk erupted over my hand and onto the floor. I bit my lip to stay silent and inwardly screamed out as I came. My eyes closed but only briefly. When I opened them Lucy was still bracing herself on the arm of the sofa as John hammered that massive cock repeatedly into her cunt. They moaned together. John pushed hard against the back of Lucy’s head and pressed her face down into the sofa. Over her now he slapped against her beautiful slim body. The firm flesh of her bum quivered with each impact. John’s eyes were closed, his face tight. And then a roar, deep and guttural, emerged from his open mouth. Still pounding my wife from behind he emptied his balls deep inside her pussy. Lucy had her arms out and was gripping the sofa in her tiny hands. Her face was still pushed into the cushion. John was behind her, in her, with his back arched as her fucked her through his orgasm. A long minute, maybe two. As his body relaxed so did his arms. Lucy no longer found herself pinned under this huge man. She turned back to look at him as he pulled his cock out of her. It was coated with cum, his as well as hers. It remained hard and looked huge as it stuck out over her toned back. Jealousy flared in me as I realised how deep he had been in my wife, how thick he was and how hard he had fucked her in our own home. It was only then that I was overwhelmed by the enormity of what had happened and I realised that I needed to get out.
I stooped to wipe what I could of my own cum from the floor and then retreated silently away from the door.
‘Use your knickers,’ I heard John say and knew this was his own solution to the cum he had left. I expected him to leave soon now he had gotten everything he could ever have wanted and so moved quickly myself. The front door was silent and I slipped out unseen. I got into the car with a nervous shudder as I expected the house door to re-open as he left. I didn’t want to catch them or give them any reason to think I knew. I didn’t know why. I rolled the car off the drive and started it as I travelled down past my neighbours house. My hands smelled of cum and my head spun with images that I knew would never leave me.
What the fuck was I going to do now.