Relationship Triage! Written By Inked Fox (Patreon)

Relationship Triage!

Story by Devin Dickie

Written By Inked Fox

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Relationship Triage!

Story by Devin Dickie Written By Inked Fox

As I sit here in an expensive set of lacy pink and purple lingerie staring at my husband—waiting for him to acknowledge me. He has the gull to start up another round of shoot em’ ups with his boys online. I have to wonder where things went wrong between us. Casey used to be so loving and frisky when we first started dating in college.

I still remember when we first met; I was very insecure about my body then. I was never a typically beautiful girl – a lot of people I met use to try and spare my feelings by calling me cute or fluffy, even ‘plus sized,’ but I always just considered myself fat. Yet even with my weight, I managed to attract Casey; he was a cute guy on the university track and field team around my age. A bit shorter and very lanky, he had a good sense of humor and was very sweet to me. Though, I think what initially attracted him to me was my large breasts.

Ever since hitting puberty, my breasts came in quick, and before I knew it, I had J cups to worry about. They at least took some of the focus off my round belly. Even then, I was still a shy nerd, and Casey was so wonderful and kind to me. He wasn’t as popular as the other guys on his team, and he often chalked that up to her smaller stature, but I was smitten with him right away.

Our relationship flourished and deepened over our time in college together. Eventually Casey popped the question. He was hesitant at first, thinking a girl like me wouldn’t settle for a guy with a ‘small dick’ as he put it, but that never bothered me. At least it didn’t at first—I’m very in love with my husband, however, after we got married our intimacy began to decline. Now, five years into your marriage and our sex life is all but nonexistent.

The major straw to break the camel’s back was Casey losing his job as a project manager a year ago. Since then his confidence has been in the dumps, and I feel so sorry for him knowing he’s going through some kind of depression. So I’ve tried my best to reignite that spark, planning impromptu dates at home, romantic evenings—hell, even skipping the romance part and just plain throwing myself at him; popping out of the shower naked, or walking around the house in barely anything. I’d even corner him and paw at him, but nothing seemed to work.

He was too engrossed in his video games and would always dismiss me with a curt, “Not now Vanessa, please!”

But what about me? I needed him—and yet Casey could never see that. Thus it’s another night where I’m stuck glaring at him from across the room as he sits lost between the cups of a thick headset. His amber eyes glued to the screen as some virtual battle wages on. Every now and then he’ll spout some jargon I don’t understand or yell and hiss at the monitor. I have to accept he’s in another world at some point, but it doesn’t lessen the sting as I head into the bedroom to get ready for bed.

Trudging by my vanity’s mirror, aqua eyes stare back at me from the reflection. I pass a hand through the thick dark locks of my chestnut hair. Deflated, I stand there staring at myself, massaging the freckles on my pale shoulder. Is it me? I have to wonder if the spark has fizzled out

because he doesn’t find me sexy anymore. I haven’t changed much physically since college. I’m still on the heavier side but I carry it with grace and I’m not that nerdy girl anymore. I accept my body for what it is and even feel sexy, but that hard earned pride is dented by Casey’s lack of enthusiasm to meet me halfway.

That revelation sinks like a stone into my gut. With a deep sigh, I concede defeat to the computer games once more. Still, I can’t simply give up on our marriage but I know I don’t want to keep going like this. I deserve love and attention too, and it isn’t fair for Casey to keep ignoring me. I know he’s stressed about losing his job, but it’s been a year—he should have started picking himself back up by now. I know he says he’s sending out applications but it's been a while since his last interview.

I decide to settle in with a good book, maybe if I wait a little longer he’ll take a break and join me. That’s a lofty dream at best, Casey is just going to spend the rest of the night playing until the small hours of the morning – I know that. Meanwhile I have to work in the morning and I can’t afford to wait for him out. So instead I lay in bed and stare at the empty pillow next to me.

Memories of our first time together come flooding back – that night in my dorm room, lying side by side. It was the first time we had seen each other naked; I was so nervous but Casey kept telling me how beautiful I was. He was nervous too, I could tell by the way his voice cracked as he spoke, and the way his fingers trembled as he touched me. He was a good looking guy – lean and fit, though he did have some unique traits he was self-conscious about.

Specifically his large nipples that as he put it had been ‘taken directly off a pepperoni pizza.’ That always got a chuckle out of me. However his penis was always an issue for him. He wasn’t happy with his size and even more embarrassed about the shape. Admittedly, Casey wasn’t very well endowed. When hard, he just managed four inches, but the shaft of his sex was thin and usually slumped under the weight of his bulbous tip. It reminded me of a cremini mushroom with an unusually long stem.

I always tried to reassure him that it didn’t matter, and our sex life wasn’t terrible for the first years of our relationship. Though we did have to get more creative as time went by. Lately however, it seemed sex was far from his mind and that left me out in the cold. I even had to resort to using a vibrator before bed just to make sure my needs were met.

Nevertheless, things were coming to a head and something had to give. I couldn’t keep going in our relationship knowing that it was only going to continue to decline like this. Those thoughts weighed heavy on my mind as I slipped off into a turbulent sleep. The next morning, Casey’ s dead asleep next to me, but it’s evident he’d only recently laid down to fall asleep. Even his computer’s still on and sitting in a game lobby, as if the man had plans to hop right back up and into the game.

A flash of fury shot through me, and a part of me was about ready to hop over him and make a go for that damn desktop. I could see

myself clearly tossing it out the window. Why did I have to compete with pixels on a screen? I am a flesh and blood woman! His woman...

My eyes trace his sleeping form, Casey’s auburn hair sticks up in haphazard tufts, his face half submerged in the pillow as he snores lightly. My heart clenches, I didn’t want my marriage to end -- I love him. I know that deep down, and I’m determined to fix us, but I’m not exactly sure how to do that.

It stays on my mind as I get ready for my shift at St. Martha’s Emergency Room. My job as a registered nurse is important to me, eventually I have to leave my worries at the door and focus on my patients for the day. If I get too distracted with troubles at home, I’m liable to accidentally hurt someone.

Try as I might, those worrisome inklings trickle in catching me off guard throughout the day as I check in with all my designated rooms. I manage to get myself chewed out by Dr. Patterson again for forgetting to take blood pressure on two of my patients, and for another, I took far too long delivering medicine. It’s only

because I got jumbled up in my long list of tasks; Casey having popped into my head again. I just can’t understand why the game had such a chokehold on him.

“Nurse Hart, please – I know it seems trivial to you, but our patients’ lives depend on us. Even if its minuscule, I really need you to be more diligent with doing all of your duties.” The older man huffs at me. The wrinkles in his brow growing into a rippled dune of sandy skin. He scowls at me as if waiting to hear my excuse, but the steely look in his eyes tells me no matter what I say, he’s not going to care. This is just song and dance now as the man seems to single me out more and more lately.

I don’t know—maybe I am slipping. I just bow my head and nod, sadly admitting my mistake. “Yes, sir—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overlook it, I was just—,”

“That’s enough Nurse Hart, my time is important. I have to check

in with my other patients. Please just make sure the charts are all updated, and that the medicines are sorted and distributed. I can’t have you slowing the rest of us down.” The older man gruffs, sliding his glasses higher on his broad nose. Mercifully he stomps off to see to one of his wards.

“Nessa, why don’t you take a load off and do data intake, huh?” Mary, a follow nurse who’s a bit older than me is my saving grace for the night, as she steps in to take over my duties.

We swap, I slide into her chair and began typing up files into the system. At least my mind can wander and no one’s going to catch me spacing out as I navigate the hospital’s system. Locking into autopilot, I start to think back to Casey and his nonexistent libido. I’d read articles and I knew he wasn’t on any depression meds that could be causing erectile dysfunction. Maybe losing his job had a bigger effect on his psyche than I thought. A hole burrowed into the pit of my stomach. A hand fell to my tummy, I wasn’t exactly the fittest woman in the world. Maybe Casey had grown tired of my body? Of me?

“Earth to Nessa—you okay, girl?” A smooth baritone draws me from my thoughts.

I glance over to see the honey colored eyes of Officer Barlowe. “Officer Barlowe, sorry, off in my own world.” I sigh with a chagrin smirk on my face.

The handsome officer narrows his eyes at me, those light browns seemingly glowing against the rich mahogany of his skin. “Nessa, sweetheart, how long we been friends? —just call me, Eric.” Eric eases over the tall counter of the nurses’ desk and peers down at

me. That warm smile of his is dazzling, especially as it creeps across his broad jaw. Even with how high the nurse’s reception sits, Eric is so tall he has to stoop to lean his elbows against it. “You lookin' kinda low. Somethin' botherin' you, gorgeous?”

I scoff and try to avoid his gaze, its unfair how smooth the man is and he’s a persistent flirt. Though I can’t help but be slightly thrilled every time he calls me something sweet. Casey stopped calling me pet names a while ago. “Oh, Eric—stop trying to butter me up will you?” I groan, despite a girlish blush blooming across my cheeks. I try to return to entering data from the sheets but Eric slides closer hovering behind the computer to peer at my face.

Try as I might to concentrate on my screen, I can’t help but glance over at his comely face. Just something about his strong jaw, wide brow and light eyes draws towards him. He runs a hand through the tight coils of his hair and offers more gently this time. “Seriously, Nessa—you look like you’ve been missing sleep. Everything good at home?”

I sigh and try to hide my disappointment but it comes out in the flat tone of my voice as I tuck a length of wavy brown hair behind my ear. “Things are a little rough at home between me and my husband, I guess.”

“Really?” Eric almost sounds excited.
I glare at him, narrowing my pale blue eyes in his direction.

He quickly scoffs and straightens up. “I mean—that’s terrible, but uh—if you ever need to blow off some steam, I’d be happy to lend an ear...or more.” He hums with a wicked smirk aimed at me.

I groan, but the flattered smile still manages its way to my face. He’s such a flirt, I can never take him seriously. “Eric—you know I’m married. Besides you could get much prettier thinner girls than me and you know that.” I huff and cup my chin, deflating against the desk, my attention back on the task at hand.

“Excuse me—I think you’re plenty pretty, and thin girls are nice and all, but I’ve always been a man who enjoys something to hold on to.” His saucy wink has me tripping over my tongue.

I hate how easy it is for him to fluster me. I have to wonder if it would be this easy if Casey had been showing me the same kind of attention. Yet despite my better judgement, I find myself slowly

getting pulled in by the officer’s charms. Hell, he isn’t bad to look. Tall and strong—striking in a uniform. He’s the exact opposite of my husband who sits on his ass all day playing video games. It’s a nice reprieve just to chat face to face with someone and have them look at you as if you’re desirable.

Eric always comes in during his shift to talk with me for a while, but eventually the night drags him away to another station. My head is left swimming by the time I clock out, and of course Dr. Patterson has to chew me out one more time before I can get out the door.

“Leave your baggage at home, Nurse Hart! I won’t tolerate slacking on my watch!” The irate doctor calls after me as I head for the door to the parking lot.

Grumbling a few curses under my breath, I find my mood sour all over again. The shift had been rough, Patterson didn’t let up—my feet were horribly sore from managing the first few rounds flitting between rooms and triage. Desk duty was a nice respite but the nurses station was terribly backed up on paperwork. The whole day had been one huge mess that I managed to untangle and make right by the end of my shift.

Now it’s finally time to head home. A bubble bath sounds so nice in my head, I can’t wait to get home, kick off my shoes, and just soak in the tub. A naughty thought crepst in. What if I came out completely naked and tried to tempt Casey again? Or what if I entice him into the bath with me? I giggle to myself as I slot the key into the front door and head inside, ready to turn vixen on my husband.

However, I am greeted with the sight of a trashed house as I enter. Dirty clothes are thrown about, the kitchen is a mess. Magazines, plates of half-eaten food, empty cans strewn everywhere. Even the dog has used the bathroom on the floor, and Casey just left it there. He was supposed to take the dog for a walk! Upset, I storm toward the office and find him sitting in his computer chair, headset up and vegged out in front of his game again.

“Casey! What have you been doing all day?” I snapped at him.

He turns and gazes at me listlessly, and then confused. “What do you mean? I’ve just been playing—,”

If I could spit acid in that moment I would have. “What about the

laundry, or the trash? Honey, have you really been sitting here all day? What about the job applications?” I question him, but he just stares at me as if hurt that I would even insinuate he was lazy.

“Babe, I’m under a lot of stress right now. I just want to unwind.” He had the nerve to say that to me.

“And what about me?? What about my time to unwind? Do you really think I want to come home from my shift and have to pick up after you? Do you think that’s fair?” I huff and toss my bag down at the door. “You know what—forget it... All you do is play those stupid computer games. I’d understand if you at least showed some effort but I can’t even get you to... Nevermind.” I bite my lip before I say anything more, but Casey wants to press.

“Can’t get me to what?” He gruffs back at me. “Fuck me, Casey! I can’t even get you to fuck me!” I shout.

He goes red, and withdraws—unable to even look at me. “You know my head’s all fucked up right now. I’m not—in a good place.” He admits. Truthfully his confidence is in the dumps, and I tried to bring him out of that slump, I really did—but nothing I did mattered. He seemed stubbornly stuck in his rut.

Sighing, I deflate against the door frame, at a loss of what to do. I sense more going on—but I can’t put my finger on it. I have to finally ask. “Is this because of the job thing?”

“Well—yeah...but there’s more.”
“More?” I quirk a brow in his direction. “More what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it...” He grumbles and slides back into his game.

“How am I not supposed to worry about it? What about our sex life? Is this because of your penis? Casey—I’ve already told you the size and shape doesn’t bother me.”

He grunts under his breath but not loud enough for me to hear.

“What??” I ask, he doesn’t say anything and just focuses on his game.

Seeing as I’m getting the silent treatment I give up and turn my efforts towards cleaning the house. Its another two hours or so before I’m done with all the chores and laundry and can finally put my feet up and relax. Except I can’t relax—there’s one thing on my mind, and Casey wants no part of it, obviously. Instead I lay in bitter silence, staring up at the ceiling—seething. There’s gonna be a breaking point. I feel it coming, my patience with this man is wearing thin. Dangerously so—

Something has to change, and I know I’m not going to give another inch. Its about time I got something in return. My thoughts drift back to Eric Barlowe, my cop friend from work. That handsome smile soothes me as I melt into the sheets recalling the warmth of his voice and the liquid gold of his beautiful eyes. Honestly, Casey doesn’t even compare.

I begin to wonder what it would be like to be held by Eric. Those strong arms, corded in rippling muscle. The way he purrs my nick name. My body grows heated under the covers and I find my hands exploratively running over the lower portions of my body. The recollections spill over into sultry thoughts as I imagine him kissing me with those generous lips. His hands on my waist then my hips. I try to imagine what his broad chest looks like under his uniform and my thirsty mind continues to meander. My next pondering taking me towards the man’s pants as those too seem to melt away in the midst of a flourishing fantasy.

Honestly, I’ve only ever seen Casey naked in the last five years, but I’ve watched plenty of porn to know what a well hung man looks like. I try to picture that as I let my mind fantasize and go a little deeper. I try to imagine the feel of his hard body under my fingertips. My own body flushes hotter at the thoughts racing through my head. I don’t even realize as my hand snakes down over the soft pliable mound of my belly, traveling languidly towards my panties. Eyes shut in relaxed repose as those swimming thoughts come alive with heated kisses, and strong groping hands as I imagine Eric touching me. My fingers slip into my panties, the very tips warming with the heat pooled there. Then suddenly—

“Hey honey—can I borrow twenty dollars?” Casey’s voice echoes from the other side of the bedroom door.

The latch clacking from the door has me ripping my hand out from my underwear and I jolt under the covers. Embarrassed and flustered, I glare at him as he peeks his head in.

“What?” I puff at him.
He plasters on a puppy dog stare and asks again. “Do you have twenty I can borrow?”

Borrow implies that he’ll pay me back, but he never does. Collapsing into my pillow, I groan as the pleasurable ache fizzles

and dies away with the interrupted fantasy. “What do you need it for?”

That seems to have him halting in his request. “I-I...for something on my game.” “Really, Casey? You’re wasting money on micro transactions??”

“F-fine! N-nevermind!” I hear him stammer and shut the door.

He could have at least come in and tried to seduce me before attempting to squeeze more money out of me. Disgust riles at that idea—why should I have to pay him to fuck me? After all, I tolerate his small dick and his shit attitude. Like a rubber band snapping, I pull myself back from those vitriolic thoughts. Guilt settles in at being so angry with him, I try to remain understanding, and I shove the annoyance aside. Stubbornly willing myself to sleep.

I’m surprised to find that Casey is gone in the morning. He left a note on the fridge saying he went to the store to pick up some new clothes for an interview he’s supposed to have later. I’m elated at the news but also confused. Did he mention this to me and I forgot? Either way, its good news and some of my ire against him wanes. Though that leniency is only temporary as I check my bank account from my phone and find that fifty dollars have been taken out; transferred directly to his account.

“What the??” I have to gather myself with a deep breath before I call this man and tear into him. He picks up my call after the third ring and sounds very chipper as he greets me.

“Hi honey! How are you feeling this morning?”

“Well—I would feel better if fifty dollars wasn’t missing from my account. What happened?” I skip the small talk and cut straight to the issue.

He falls quiet for a minute and then finally answers. “Oh I needed gas for my car, and I picked up some undershirts and pants.”

“And this is for an interview you have this afternoon?” “Yup—gotta look my best! I should be back by the time your shifts ends, hun.” “Ah—o-okay, well good luck, sweetheart!”

Whatever, his excuse is reasonable enough and I would have let it slide but my intuition riles as I remember I had just got him a new set of shirts and pants last week when he mentioned sending out applications. He had new underwear too—why would he need more clothes? Before I can ask him about the ones I just got him not that long ago, he hastily ends the conversation and hangs up after saying goodbye.

I don’t have much time to dwell on it as I have to get ready for work, but that seedling of suspicion hangs with me all day. Work goes by normally. Some harsh comments and looks from Patterson, Eric comes by to say hello and bat those beautiful eyes at me, and I have to put out several fires around the floor for the evening. However, a couple hours before my shift ends, I have Becky step in for me. I tell her I have some emergency at home and I need to pop out.

She’s happy to help me out, and I dip the moment I get a chance. Something is off—I feel it in my bones. As I drive home, my thought run and puddle together until I manage to gas light myself into thinking that Casey is cheating. That’s why he needs new clothes and that’s why he has this ‘interview’ out of the blue. That’s also why he’s been so could and distant. It has to be!

By the time I get home, my heart is racing. I pull my car into a parking lot a street over, and walk the rest of the way. I don’t want him to hear or see my car pull up. If he is up to something while I’m at

work, I was going to find out. I feel sick as I slot my key in carefully and quietly, and push the door open, shutting it behind me slowly and silently.

Right away, I hear the distinct sound of a feminine moan echoing down the hall. My heart tumbles out of my chest. It can’t be—he wouldn’t. The tears start to well, muddling in with the surging anger. Though I’m pissed, I refrain from stomping my way to the bedroom and instead tip toe there. Where I find Casey. Though not in the state I predicted he’d be in.

Our bed faces away from the doorway and a large flat screen is mounted to the wall opposite of it. We used to lay together and binge shows all the time, but now with him constantly gaming—it just sat there collecting dust. Casey is making use of it now, as I peered through a crack in the doorway, my eyes wide as saucers as I notice what he’s watching.

A sturdily built blonde woman straddles a gorgeous black man; riding him hard and fast—in the corner of the room, a skinny white man beats his cock furiously to the sight of them having sex. I find myself mesmerized by the ebony and ivory couple on the bed. The dusky male star grinds and swings upward into the pretty rubenesque woman sat atop him. She moans and coos out—eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The man in the corner watches on helplessly, feebly stroking his unimpressive cock.

Casey grunts, moans, and writhes on the bed and that’s when my eyes fall from the screen onto him. Another pang of shock jolts through me. He’s wearing my clothing—not just clothing though— my underwear. A lacy set of pink and purple lingerie. The panties sit loose on his narrow hips, the crotch slung around the base of his balls—his oddly shaped pecker cupped in his fist, pumping it erratically. Those large, bright nipples of his glaring out through the sheer cups of the bra.

Stunned, I’m frozen to the spot—my brain doing back flips as I try to make sense of what I’m looking at. Those tumbling thoughts halt as the woman on the screen begins to moan out insults directed at the small man in the corner of the room.

“Oooghh, look at you and your pathetic little prick! You could NEVER satisfy me. Anngh! Small, weak, absolutely nothing—watch me take a real cock, little man!” She growls and pounds on the massive shaft between her legs. Casey mirrors the man in the video, arching his hips into his stroking hand, groaning and whining feebly at the scorching tongue lashing. I suddenly feel dizzy as I watch my husband contort and then cum—dribbling a weak stream of jism down his thin rod, soiling my new lingerie.

Utterly confused, I manage to pull myself away and creep back towards the front door. I had to get out of there, and so I

do—leaving just as quietly as I came. I don’t even know what I just saw, but it’s definitely a wakeup call. Casey isn’t telling me the whole story—when had this new fetish reared up? Was he ashamed to tell me? What even was that?

Some searches on the internet help put a label to my husband’s new taste in porn. Cuckolding— I’d heard of it before, but I’d never in a million years would have thought that was something Casey wanted. Just how far had he fallen down this rabbit hole? I needed to know more and so the next day I send Casey out to the store with a lengthy list of things to find just to keep him busy. I tell him I’m feeling pretty run down from work and just want to rest at home. That’s enough for him and he’s out of the house for most of the morning. Luckily I didn’t have a shift today. I sneak into his office

I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I settle into Casey's desk chair. The sight of his disorganized workspace fills me with an unnerving blend of dread and curiosity. It feels like a violation, yet my need to uncover what's concealed behind closed doors is overwhelming. My fingers float above the keyboard, a whirlwind of questions swirling in my mind. What if there’s more to this than just his gaming and dwindling libido?

With a surge of resolve, I let my fingers dance across the keys, navigating through the chaos on his desktop. The browser icon stands out, beckoning me. I click, plunging into Casey’s tangled network of secrets.

It’s more than clear that he’s never heard of incognito mode; his search history spills out before me like an open book. My stomach drops. I anticipated finding porn, of course—what man doesn't indulge? But the sheer variety of genres leaves me reeling.

A sense of wonder mixed with disbelief washes over me. How could Casey keep this from me? I scroll past a torrent of provocative thumbnails, steeling myself for the emotional storm that follows. Then I spot it—search terms that ignite a flush on my cheeks: “submissiveness,” “humiliation,” “cuckolding.” A wave of realization crashes over me, dragging me down into a vortex of betrayal, confusion, and anger.

As I click on one of the highlighted links, I’m transported to a porn site he’d been exploring. Heat rises to my cheeks as I scan the titles: “Husband watches as my bull inseminates me,” “Sucking in front of my cuckold husband,” “Humiliating my husband while I pleasure the BBC.” And it goes on. The same words repeat in my mind: ‘husband,’ ‘wife,’ ‘BBC,’ ‘humiliation,’ ‘cuckold.’ I’m at a loss for how to process this. Shock wraps around me like a fog as I continue scrolling, witnessing how far back his history stretches.

A tempest of emotions swirls within me. Each entry feels like a dagger twisting in my gut, accompanied by the frantic thump of my heart. How could he have hidden this? Did he ever consider how I’d feel, or am I just a pawn in his twisted fantasies?

My breath comes in quick bursts as I plunge deeper into the rabbit hole. Tears well in my eyes as I scrutinize his most intimate searches. Embarrassment and rage intertwine, leaving me bewildered and devastated; this is a side of him I never wanted to see.

At first, I’m nauseated—a sharp pain lodges in me—but as I delve deeper, something else creeps in. The longer I read, the more

curiosity stirs within me. My face must be bright red, but I can’t help feeling a curiosity that trickles into my core. I want to understand what holds his attention so tightly. I click on one of the links, and it opens to a page where he’s already logged in. The video plays right where he left off. I watch a scrawny white man positioned behind an interracial couple, the assumed ‘wife’ straddling her bull. My heart races and clenches at the sight—the man’s face lurking behind her as she rides, each curve of her back accentuating the solid ebony shaft penetrating her.

A ripple of strange attraction courses through me, and I find myself squeezing my thighs together, almost lost in a daydream of being the woman in the video. ‘Is this what he wants?’ I can’t help but wonder if this is the reason for Casey’s recent distance. Is this the type of intimacy he craves? I can’t tear my eyes away as I watch the cucked husband squirm, a pathetic look on his face, his smaller penis hard and dripping as he witnesses his wife being ravaged. Other thoughts surface like ice water splashing over my head. How long has he been drawn to this? Why this specific kink?

As the reality sinks in, all the pieces begin to fall into place: Casey’s struggles with self-worth, his retreat into gaming, his increasing emotional distance from me—it all aligns. Cuckolding isn’t just a fetish; it’s a coping mechanism for his insecurities. I realize I’ve been so absorbed in my own needs and the deterioration of our marriage that I neglected the truth he’s trying to conceal. He seeks validation, a way to channel his power through the submission to a fantasy that’s beyond us. My mind spins, reconfiguring everything I thought I understood about our relationship.

Then, something catches my eye: the word “Premium” next to my husband’s username. Alarm bells go off. A subscription means

he’s paying for this, so I dig deeper into the account settings. It turns out Casey has shelled out a considerable amount of money on this site. My irritation is mostly manageable—until I glance at the other pages in his history. A quick scan reveals at least twenty other paid porn sites. My breath hitches as I calculate: over four thousand dollars spent on pornography alone. My chest tightens at the thought. How could he!?

Anger seeps back in as I contemplate just how deep this rabbit hole goes. With free rein on his computer, I can investigate further into his recent activities. The biggest question gnawing at me is where he’s finding the money for all this, especially since he’s been out of work. I don’t need to dig too deeply to know where to begin—our shared banking website. I pull it up and log in with the username and password I was given when we set it up. To my dismay, the password doesn’t work. But I’m not about to let that stop me.

I quickly hop over to his email and open the reset link I just sent. I already have all the info I need to get through the security questions. Once I reset the password, I dive into our account pages, and my stomach drops. A significant chunk of our savings has vanished. I feel hollow as I scroll through the transactions, seeing hundreds of dollars funneled into accounts with dubious names: ‘Hottie Hotline,’ ‘Call Your Mommy,’ ‘Hot Wife Hotline,’ and the like. It’s clear he’s been spending more than just on porn; he’s calling chatlines too!

Seething, I can hardly believe this is what I've been working for over the past year. I have to fight the urge to confront him right then and there. A part of me knows he’s likely using this as a coping mechanism, but this has crossed the line. I force myself to take a breath and process the situation. We’re already thousands in the red, and that money isn’t coming back. Immediately, I

change the passwords for all my accounts and our shared banking—he's lost those spending privileges. But it doesn't stop there; I can’t shake the urge to make him feel the weight of what he’s done.

He may have taken a hit to his confidence after losing his job, but that doesn’t give him the right to milk me dry like I’m his personal cash cow. For what? So he can get off watching someone else’s wife cuck her husband? My mind races with the possibilities of what he has been discussing with those sex phone operators. Humiliated and furious, I slip out of his office, my thoughts a tempest of pity and rage.

This will not break my marriage—I won’t allow it. Even if it does unravel, part of me is hungry for my own moment of indulgence. What about me? I’ve been a good wife—patient, kind, even doting—and none of it seemed to get through to him. As I settled back in my bedroom, devious thoughts began to bubble to the surface. It was time I started getting returns on my investments and give Casey a taste of the consequences of his oblivious actions.

I run a bath, the warm water soothing my frayed nerves. Even when Casey comes home, whining about traffic and groceries, I slip into a cloud of bubbles, blissfully ignoring him until he peeks into the bathroom, hesitating as he asks for my help.

“I’m in the tub, sweetie—what's the matter? Are those heavy groceries too much for your delicate arms? My poor baby...” I pout at him playfully from the edge of the tub.

For a moment, he looks like he might argue, but then he stammers and retreats behind the door.

“No—it’s alright, I’ve got it.”

“Are you sure, baby? Mommy can hop out of the tub if it’s too much for you,” I call out, glancing at him over my shoulder with my bright blue eyes.

He retreats further, confusion and irritation battling on his face. “No—No...it’s fine.”

I sigh and sink deeper into the bubbles, savoring the moment.

“My, and they say a woman’s place is in the kitchen—well, you seem right at home out there. Alright then...” I let the words hang in the air, the tension settling comfortably between us.

For the rest of the day, Casey tiptoed around me, as if walking on eggshells. I held back my anger, waiting for the perfect moment to confront him. The strange new tension between us seemed to pique his interest, and he became hyper-aware of my needs. He even went so far as to cook dinner and tidy up the house. Did he suspect that I had discovered his secret? It became a silent game of cat and mouse, with Casey trying to gauge my mood while I remained elusive, a knowing look in my eyes every time I glanced at him. Seeing him squirm aroused me in a way I had never experienced before. I wanted to toy with his emotions, keep him on edge. Perhaps his punishment wasn't a punishment at all, but an awakening to a new dynamic in our relationship. With that thought in mind, I drifted into a peaceful sleep that night.

To my surprise, Casey was up early the next morning, already cooking breakfast before I even stirred. The guilt hung over him like a thick fog as I joined him at the dinner table. Watching him nervously pick at his food and attempt to make conversation was endearing, but I wanted to push him further. I had the day off until a late shift, so I had plenty of time to tease and provoke the guilty man.

As I thought back to the videos in his library, a few details stood out. Each of the men being cucked in the videos wore feminine

clothing—panties, bras, or tiny pink cages to restrain their shameful erections. I remembered how Casey had been wearing my underwear that night. My face flushed with a mix of annoyance and the odd arousal. What would he do if I caught him like that again?

"Casey, I need you to drive me to the mall—I need to pick up some clothes." I hummed nonchalantly as I poked at my scrambled eggs.

"C-Clothes? Y-you sure? Don't you have enough clothes?" Casey squeaked, his eyes glued to his plate. He was probably worried about our savings—he should have thought about that before blowing it all on porn sites and chatlines behind my back.

"I feel like spoiling myself—and you by extension. Come on, it'll be fun; I promise." I purred at him.

He blinked at me, sinking into his chair, a dusting of rose settling on his cheeks. His brow furrowed with that telltale anger, but he didn't argue. Eventually, we loaded into the car and headed for the mall.

Casey's attention darted around as we strolled through the mall. I held his arm, keeping him close and at pace as I made a beeline for the only store I planned to visit that day. A lingerie store called 'The Cat's Meow.'

"T-This isn't clothes..." My husband muttered, lowering his head. His ears flushed bright red.

I cast a sly smile in his direction. "If it goes on my body, it's clothes."

I took my time browsing through various racks of sheer bras and lacy panties, holding some of the garments up in front of my body and asking Casey, "What do you think?" He only responded with

curt affirmations and murmurs about hurrying up. He didn't realize it as I made my way to the dressing rooms.

"Oooh! How cute! Look, honey!" I held up a sheer pink bra and matching panties, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

Casey nodded and stepped back; his brow still furrowed in annoyance. I sauntered over to the dressing room and made sure no one else was occupying the stalls. Luckily, it seemed to be just us. As I opened one of the stalls, I waved Casey over and pointed to a bra and panty set hanging on a nearby rack.

"Sweetheart, could you hand me those? I want to try them on too." I gestured towards the set, and with a small sigh, he trudged over, plucked them off the rack, and walked them over to me. As he handed them to me, I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the dressing room with me. A naughty giggle filled the air as he was pulled all the way in, and the stall door shut behind us. Even he laughed nervously at the naughty insinuation.

"What are you doing, you mad woman?" His boyish grin was still charming, just like the first day I met him.

I hummed back at him, "just putting on a little show. You do want to see how good these look before I buy them, right?" He had no argument and pressed himself into a corner as I undressed and slipped the bright pink set on. I could see his hungry eyes sliding over me as I adjusted the bra in the mirror. He bit his lip, watching my backside, and then met my gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

"What do you think?" This time, his compliment wasn't feigned or blasé but genuine as he blushed and said, "Beautiful, Vanessa." My heart warmed and melted for him just a little bit—but the memory of his transgression held my forgiveness at bay. He still had to squirm for me, even if it was only a little.

I turned and slowly pressed myself into him. "Yeah, beautiful? Funny thing is, I think you'd look good in something like this too." I growled at him and ran my teeth over my bottom lip.

His body grew warm, and his light-colored eyes grew wide. He stammered out, "W-what?"

"Oh come on, Case—it's only me and you here. With that slender frame of yours, you'd look so fucking cute." I moaned into one of his ears.

"You're c-crazy..." He protested, but I felt his body stir against mine. His modest boner jabbed at me from behind his fly. My fingers grazed it approvingly, and he flinched in surprise.

"Maybe—but crazy is fun. Shouldn't we let loose a little? Don't you want to have fun?" I coaxed him with loving caresses and heated purrs until he was shivering out thick breaths and pressed into the corner as if any moment he'd evaporate through it.

"Come on—just indulge me a bit. It's just us, and I think that purple set you grabbed would look divine on those narrow hips, hm?" He didn't say anything else and remained stiff and hesitant as I began stripping off his clothes. Whispering encouragement to him as his shirt, jeans, and boxers hit the ground. His meager erection stood at attention and drooled despite the rebuttals bubbling from his lips.

"Vanessa—what if someone comes? We can't do this... I don’t want to. It’s silly." He put up a small fight but eventually begrudgingly slipped on the bra and then the panties. His long, lanky legs stepped awkwardly through the narrow holes. I pulled the scant undergarment up the rest of the way, pinning his drooling sex to his tummy as the tight band of the panties trapped his small shaft there. Casey just glared at me, his face hot and burning red as he stood there in nothing but a bra and panty set. I

smiled at him and devoured him with my eyes—my intense attention made him writhe in place. His tiny penis pulsed against the tension of the underwear constricting his hips.

"Okay, it's all on—you've had your fun." He pouts and shrinks into the corner, his bird-like frame curling inward as if the shield of his shame is mixing with his awful arousal. Those mottled amber eyes peer over at me with a questioning gaze veiled by thin annoyance. Still, I prod and test him—finding out just how far I can push him.

"You look so good, baby—look how pretty you are. You don’t even have to tuck it in—even your little wiener approves. Those panties are starting to look a might bit uncomfortable. Come stand over here, in front of the mirror. Let’s get a better look at the whole picture."

Casey grits his teeth at me, but shuffles over, remaining a good sport for the most part. As he stands in front of the mirror taking himself in, I can see the puckering of his brow and the downturn of his mouth. He wants to reject it, but some part of him struggles to. Still, he puts up a valiant front, grousing and huffing as he turns this way and that.

"Goodness Casey—you’re such a pretty little thing. All you need is a wig, and you could give me a run for my money." I titter at him. He grumbles and tells me to stop making comments, but as he’s busy admiring his nipples peeking through the thin fabric of the bra, I snatch up my phone and snap a photo. With the mirror reflecting the front of him and his back to me, I got a good vantage of the whole ensemble along with Casey’s oh-so-very-dismayed face. He whips around, shock and rage on his face.

"Vanessa! What are you doing?!"

I back up to the dressing room door and have my hand on the lock, ready to run for it if he makes a lunge for me. He senses that much and tenses up.

"Nessa, honey—seriously, delete that picture." He pleads.

I just smile at him devilishly. "Oh but I just want a keepsake—I won’t show it to anyone. I promise!"

That’s still not enough for him. Panic swells in his light brown eyes. "Sweetheart, really. Get rid of it, that could ruin me!" His pleas become a bit sterner, and he takes a step towards me. I don’t care if I have to bolt out in lingerie; he’ll be the one humiliated if he chases after me wearing equally skimpy underwear.

"Relax, Casey! It’s just a fun memory." I assure him. I had no mind to actually use the picture against him, but seeing his reaction has me thinking of how I just might do that now.

"It’s not funny, give it here!" He orders and lunges for me. With the door locked to the changing room, I dodge him by hopping backwards and out of the stall. Just as I predicted, he knows if he pursues me, he’ll be left exposed to the store, so instead, he grabs the door and yanks it shut. A flurry of rustling clothes can be heard on the other side as he hurriedly redresses.

"Nessa? Gawd damn... is that you?" A familiar voice sends a jolt up my spine as I realize someone is staring at me. Someone I recognize immediately as I turn and peer over at the origin of the smooth baritone addressing me. Eric Barlowe smiles over at me—his teeth grazing over his generous bottom lip. "Goodness gracious Vanessa, Should have told me you needed help underwear shopping. Though you do look damn fine in that set." His honey orbs dripped over me, summoning a rush of warmth as the man drank in my half-naked body.

"E-Eric...I mean officer Barlowe." I stammered, wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. His purring tone and hungry looks left me breathless. I suddenly felt that hot streak of abashment rush over me as my nudity finally sank in over the rush of bullying my oblivious husband.

"The only time I’d let you call me Officer Barlowe is when you’re wearing something like that." The tall dusky officer gave a husky chuckle. A large mitt falling to the handcuffs glinting on his belt. He was dressed in his uniform, seemingly on duty.

"W-What are you doing here?" Caught off guard, I shrink against the changing room door, desperately trying to get back in. My face felt as if it’d melt with how hot my cheeks were glowing.

"Got called about a disturbance – apparently some frisky couple is back here getting hanky-panky in one of the changing rooms."

My face could not have gotten any redder or hotter. "Oh—hah..." I croak and try to think of an explanation when Casey finally storms out of the dressing room. A furious look on his face, though he’s completely dressed again.

Casey's fear is palpable as he takes in Eric's imposing presence. "Officer, I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to cause any trouble!" he stammers, throwing himself on the pyre. I would have done the same, given my state of undress, but I knew Eric well enough to know he wouldn't make a big deal out of it. Once he sees my husband slinking out of the dressing room, a wide grin spreads across his face.

"Ah, I see what's going on here. Nessa, you little minx. Don't mind me—just buy your things and get back to the bedroom you two." Eric's sense of humor is evident as he chuckles at the sorry look on

Casey's face. My husband stares between us, dumbfounded, until I explain the situation.

"This is Eric, a friend from my work. He'll let us off with a slap on the wrist." I sigh and try to maneuver around Casey towards the dressing room.

"Hah, a slap on something if you two try me." Eric grumbles playfully at me, his gaze sliding back to Casey. "Can't blame you, though. Got a fine woman there; I'd hardly be able to keep my hands off her myself." He extends a hand to shake Casey's. The former track star seems at a loss as the taller, more robust officer towers over him, but I can see the indignance brewing in Casey's expression. That spark of jealousy is almost alluring, but I know Casey wouldn't dare challenge a man like Eric. Still, the smaller, slenderer man does his best to assert himself.

"Vanessa, get dressed already. I want to go home, now." He grunts. I think I've pushed my husband enough for one day. I've learned a lot from this encounter too, and countless ideas are swirling in my mind. I don't even consider disobeying as I saunter back into the dressing room, stealing a wink in Eric's direction. His golden eyes widen in surprise, and a sly smirk curls his lush lips. Casey is too busy glaring at the officer to notice. It doesn't take long to get dressed and purchase my new sets of underwear, including a few I've picked out just for Casey.

A plan is already taking shape in my mind. I'll need to do some online shopping for the rest of what I'll require, and of course, I'll need an accomplice. There's only one person I can think of who fits the bill perfectly to make Casey's dirty fantasy come true. I want to give Casey a night he'll never forget, a night where life imitates art as I recreate his darkest wet dreams.

***

In the chaos of nearly getting caught by the police, the photo is forgotten. Instead, Casey seethes all the way home, but not about the underwear or the naughty picture that was still sitting in the gallery of my phone, but about Eric. He had heard the way he was talking to me through the stall door and was ready to storm out to give the man a piece of his mind, but only relented due to the badge Eric was wearing. At least that’s what his story was. I waved it all off and just continued to assure him that Eric was just a colleague from work who’d stop by and chat during my work hours, but Casey kept pressing—and pressing.

Even after we got home, all he talked about was Eric and the way the man looked at me. It extended beyond that limited interaction where Casey began grilling me on details about Eric. Where was he from? What school did he go to? What did we talk about at work? It went on and on—and though I was grateful he had forgotten the photo, Casey’s new obsession seemed to be Eric.

Finally, as we settled down to watch television together, I had had enough. “Why are you so curious about Eric? Seriously—it’s almost like you want to fuck him or something, should I be worried?” I played off the venom in my words as a crass joke, but I could feel the sting resonating from my husband as he abruptly goes quiet and just balks at me.

“H-How could you even say that!? I mean, why??” He sounds honestly hurt, but at the same time, there’s no other way for me to explain his newfound fascination with a man he’d seen once.

“I’m just kidding—unless...” I bite my lip at him and waggle a brow. Casey shuffles to the other end of the couch in a huff, unamused with my insinuation.

“Don’t be so sour—Eric’s a big good looking man.” I tease him, watching the fire stoke to life behind his light brown eyes.

“Big? What you like men that are built like that? That guy’s a damn behemoth.” Casey sounds disgusted, but from his porn selections, I know he’s also a liar.

“Mmmhmm—could you just imagine the size of his—,” I groan and hold my hands out about a foot apart.

Casey gawks and then nearly swallows his tongue trying to interrupt me. “Hey! Don’t fucking drool over his cock!”

I chortle at his accusation. “I was gonna say his feet. Seems like you’re thinking about something else. Feeling a bit inadequate?” I chuckle and put my feet up on the couch in the spot he once occupied.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” He barks at me, glaring in my direction.

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t be coy—your little man.” I pinch two fingers into the air with a taunting smile. “I mean, why else would you be worried about another man’s size? I bet he’s huge though.” I can’t help but purr that last word, and it’s enough to have Casey jump up from the couch and storm off to his office.

I sat in my own indignation at his tantrum. All the things I knew and had seen blared loudly over the television as I tried to calm my own simmering anger. He acted so self-righteous when he knew damn well what he was doing. Now Casey had retreated back to his video games, like a coward. I had a mind to barge in there right now and let everything I had been holding back off my chest. Hell, I even thought about blackmailing him with that picture if he didn’t get back all the thousands of dollars he had spent on porn and vocal mistresses. A hot tear ran down my cheek—why didn’t I do that? Why not? We were already at our breaking point, and now I just wanted to see how long he was

willing to cling onto a marriage he obviously didn’t want any part of.

I get up, full of blister and briskly march towards his office, chest puffed and phone in hand. I’ve already synced my phone to the cloud just to make sure he can’t delete the dirty evidence I have. Though as I reach the threshold of his man cave, I note the odd muffled noise of his game. Very carefully, I turn the knob so as not to make a noise, and to my surprise, it’s unlocked. With a soft push, a crack large enough to peer through opens between the door and frame. My eyes go wide at the sight inside.

Thinking he’s being clever, he left a video game tutorial running on one of his monitors, while on the other plays a video. A video of a woman bent over and being mercilessly railed by a large exotic-looking man. This time, a slender woman kneels behind the stud as he swings into the heavyset woman. The petite blonde’s tongue lulls out as she goes to work licking at the man’s scrotum and ass. It’s then I note that it’s not a petite woman—but a man sporting a wig and makeup. His thin wiry frame draped in lacy white lingerie. I can see his tiny shaft trapped in a bright pink cage just under the sheer white of his panties.

Casey sits nearly doubled over in his seat. His back turned to me, but I can see the subtle rocking of his chair as he strokes himself into a stupor. A sense of self-satisfaction washes over me as I see the truth before my very eyes. Casey is a degenerate and stubbornly won’t admit it. It didn’t matter, I had my own plans to expose him, and this gave me all the more fuel I needed to go through with my schemes. I retreated from the door, leaving him to his devices, and instead went on a small virtual shopping spree as I purchased the things I’d need to make our night complete.

while he’s still away and log onto his computer, my only hope is he hasn’t deleted his history yet. To my equal relief and horror, it seems it hadn’t.

I went to work the following day as if nothing had happened the day before. Casey stayed home like always, his nose glued to his monitor as he clicked away at virtual heads, none the wiser about what I had in store. Throughout the day, I kept an eye on my orders, making sure they'd arrive in my name, otherwise Casey would tear into them and be in for a wild surprise. Luckily, packages that were in my name went unbothered as he assumed they were feminine products. The tools I'd sent for would arrive in a day or so thanks to priority shipping. Now I just needed the final piece to the puzzle.

Once on shift, I made sure to switch with Becky halfway through my shift to ensure I'd be at the nurses' reception by the time Eric came in for his rounds. Like clockwork, the tall, dark, and handsome officer sauntered in right on time as I sat down to do data entries. Like a moth to a flame, he wandered over and perched over the tall counter with a saucy grin on his face.

"You know, can't get the image of you in that lingerie out of my head. Living rent-free in there, Nessa—what's a man supposed to do?" I smiled back at him, a naughty gleam in my bright blue eyes. This was going to be easier than I thought.

"Oh my—so sorry, Officer Barlowe. Are you gonna arrest me?" I wink back at him. He appears almost surprised that I returned his heat, but the surprise melts into something hungry as his grin returns.

"It's no crime to be fine, Nessa—you gonna keep calling me Officer Barlowe?"

"Only if it makes you wanna put me in handcuffs." I titter back teasingly. The man bites his lip and stands up right, almost at a loss—my forward behavior has him reeling. There's a tentativeness in the way he approaches me with his next words.

"Is—is everything okay? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Actually—," I chew my lip unsure how to hedge the subject, especially in the middle of work. Instead, I invite him out on a smoke break with me, so I can better explain. Curious, if not concerned, Eric takes on a protective air as he escorts me out and around the side of the building towards a quiet secluded spot just outside the parking lot. I take a moment to think up exactly what to say and he watches me as I light up a cigarette and take a drag. A nervous and awkward smile flickering across my lips.

"So—you saw me and Casey at the store the other day."

"Yup, bit of a shock running into you two. But cute, seeing how frisky you are with each other." He returned my earlier wink.

"I'm jealous." I blush at his sentiment and giggle softly at him. "Don't be—I wanted to talk to you about something actually." He quirks a brow and steps a little closer. "What's up?"

"Well—me and Casey have been looking to spice things up in the bedroom. It's been tense between us lately, and so we've been experimenting." I explained.

"Which is how I caught you two in the dressing rooms." He chuckled, surmising as much.

"Yes—but you see... we want to take things a little farther. Ahem, it's kind of embarrassing. Don't judge us too harshly okay, and

please tell me if this makes you uncomfortable, but—..." I paused, my throat tightening with my nerves.

Eric just gave me a flash of that bonfire smile of his. Bright and warm, unjudgmental. He says as much, "hehe, everyone's got their quirks. I'm no prude." Leaning along the brick wall next to me, the man looks perfectly relaxed as if nothing I say can phase him.

I take that chance and come out with it. "Well—uh, Casey's been pretty curious about you since meeting you at the shop."

Eric's heavy brow quirks, he was ready to hear something more risqué, and then suddenly broaching of my husband's attention seems to draw his curiosity. "Oh? Was he pissed?" He chuckles almost hoping for me to confirm as much.

"That opposite, actually—I think he has a crush even. To be perfectly honest, I found out some pretty interesting things about him a little while back. He doesn't know I know, but it's definitely inspired some ideas, for me especially." I titter softly. I can recognize the empowerment I feel putting the little sneak in his place. Catching my sparkle, Eric leans in close, a naughty smirk on his face.

"Well, now you got me on the edge of my seat—what is it you found out? You don't even seem phased by the fact he might have a crush." Eric laughs as he retrieves a cigarette from his shirt pocket and decides to make this a real smoke break.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have one either. I can't blame the guy." A bite my lip at Eric and wink.

He gets the message and grins back like the cat about to eat the canary. "You two surprise me—I thought you was having problems with each other."

"Oh, we are." I state plainly. "I didn't get to what I discovered, did I?" I waggle a brow and wrinkle my nose at him tempting him with the tea I'm about to spill.

Eric hangs on every word as I recount how I snuck into his office and searched his computer. He even bursts out laughing when I told him about the porn videos, though that mirth dampens upon hearing of our new financial troubles.

"You want I should beat his scrawny ass?" He offers as soon as I finish telling my story.

Thinking about it, I snicker and shrug. "Yes and no—I do have a plan that involves you pounding something." Painted nails graze over the officer's shirt as I bat eyes in his direction. "Remember the porn? I'm thinking of giving him a taste of what he wants." The insinuation leaves my throat in a hot purr.

"Nessa, you naughty girl. A bit of the ol' 'careful what you wish for' treatment, huh? Bet. Just tell me what you need."

"Really? You'd help me out, just like that?" I'm a little taken aback he isn't more reluctant, yet he seems more than eager to participate in my debauched revenge.

"Just like that? From what I'm hearing, I get to be your bull." He's suddenly towering over me, pressing my body into the brick wall behind me. His hard body sends a pang of searing desire through mine. I can feel the hefty weight of his thick cock pressing into the softness of my tummy. My heart races as I gaze up at him feeling helpless to the intense attraction. "That's reward enough." He growls hungrily, leering down at me with those gold-starburst eyes. His hands find my waist, engulfing them in the warmth of his large palms. I swoon under the heaviness of his closeness and lose myself to a stolen kiss. Ideas bubble in my head.

If only Casey could see this—how desirable I am. How can he not want me like Eric does? Fingers trace the muscles of his back beneath the freshly pressed blues of his uniform. Eric is strong, handsome, and capable—even more distracting is the heft of the hose flattened against my body as he kisses me. Casey can't compare, and I want to show him how wrong he's been. A devious new scheme hatches. I don't want to spoil the surprise all at once, instead—I devise a way to break my wayward wimpy husband in slowly.

"Are you camera shy, officer Barlowe?" I hum at him teasingly the moment his luscious lips leave mine.

Those bright coppery eyes gleam with mirrored mischief. "You have something in mind, Mrs. Hart?"

Later, the next evening

I sit on the couch beckoning Casey from his room. He's been pouting long enough, and I eventually goad him out of his room by talking loudly over the phone to my friend Becky about Eric. Casey finally pops his head out, looking grumpy as ever but also curious.

"What's all this talk about your cop friend?" He mutters at me trudging into the living room.

"Oh, don't be so jealous—I'm not going to steal your boyfriend, sweetheart. Come sit down. I've got something fun to watch, and I want to watch it with you." I pat the seat cushion next to me, and begrudgingly Casey sits down. He doesn't bother to rebuke my slight as my jabs at him have only been increasing. I can't tell if he's used to them or just doesn't have the energy to argue anymore. Regardless, what I'm about to show him will light a fire under his ass.

"What is it? Don't tell me it's another one of your girly rom-com movies." He grumbles, crossing his arms over his scrawny chest and pouting.

"Even better—it's a porno." I grin at him and watch the shock flare in his eyes. I've never asked to watch porn with him before, and the mere suggestion nearly has him rising out of his seat in a panic.

"A-A-a P-Porno? W-Why?" He stammers. He squirms in his seat like a lightning bolt is trapped in his tummy.

"Why not? We haven't been intimate lately, and I thought this might—inspire you." I lean over and cuddle in close around him, my fingers walking up his stomach and over his chest sensually. He gulps but settles down, surrendering for a moment to the warmth of my presence next to him. The tension in his face melts, but lingers as if still worried. I can only imagine he's wondering if I know his dirty secret. I do, but I'm not keen on revealing my full hand yet. "Just relax—you might like it."

"W-what kind is it?" He asks sheepishly, but makes no move to escape.

"You'll see." I hum and rub his leg. The remote in my other hand presses the play button, and the tv comes alight.

Two figures stand on screen, the backdrop of an off-white wall behind them makes the mahogany skin of the male figure all the starker in contrast to the white skin of the plush woman standing next to them. Their faces have been cut off as the camera focuses only on their bodies, revealing them from the neck down. While the man is nearly naked save for a pair of boxers, the woman wears a set of lingerie eerily reminiscent of the set I had purchased the other day. I can't help but watch Casey's face with intense intrigue as several waves of emotion wash over him. At

first, it's intrigue, then dread slowly trickles in, followed by confusion as he tries to reconcile what he's seeing. Still, he sits rigidly watching the scene unfold on the screen. The faceless woman reaches over, caressing and groping at the large shaft trapped in the dusky man's underwear. A husky hum rumbles from the man's chest as the woman touches him testingly.

"Oooh god—it's bigger than I imagined." The woman groans as the girthy rod doubles in her hand.

The man says nothing, instead letting his body do most of the talking as he leans into her hand. His underwear visibly struggling against his turgid size.

"Oh wow—its way bigger that my husband's... my god—you'll ruin me." The woman continues to praise. Her words send a jolt through Casey who sits up in his seat, his ears tuning into that feminine voice. A look of pure dismay echoing on his face as the scene continues to unfold.

"V-Vanessa, is—is that?" He begins but can't manage the words.

I shut him down and keep him focused. "It's just an amateur video, babe—the quality's a little bad, but it's still a good watch. Don't you think the woman is sexy?" It's a loaded question, meant to make him second guess. He knew I struggled with my weight; I'd never call myself sexy in front of him. He'd assume I found this video interesting due to the woman's size—though I could see the realization behind his wide eyes. There was a truth he was too fearful to speak out loud. So instead, he sat back and watched as the dark stud pawed and groped at the woman's generous breasts, yanking at her bra till the front clap came undone, allowing her heaving tits to spill out. The more he fondled her massive hills, the more his giant cock pulses and pulls against his underwear till it looks nearly painful. With a scintillated moan, the woman

untangles her stud from his underwear. Her legs visibly shuddering as his gargantuan sex is unveiled.

"Wow—just wow... I wanna sit on it. It looks so fucking delicious. My husband's tiny little ding dong could never compare! I don't think I'll be able to even feel him after this." The woman marveled as she laid the heavy rod of the dark stallion's lengthy girth over her palm and stroked the head with her other hand. The tip began to drool with affection, the harden body of the black stud tensed and relaxed under her gentle petting. She began to cup and stroke the oozing crown, all the while cooing compliments to her manly suitor. "Look how big and strong you are—you're perfect!" After a while, she began to sway on her feet, her thighs squeezing tight and slacking as if growing needier by the minute. Eventually, the mysterious woman angled her man's sturdy staff between her legs, kneading the enflamed end against her panties. The fluffy lips of her vulva were outlined under the thin fabric as she rubbed herself with the stud's healthy cock. "Annnh! Just this feels so damn good. His can barely even reach—it's so pathetic." The faceless woman admitted through a heated growl.

Casey wiggled in his seat next to me, his face bright red. He was tense, and sank into himself as if utterly mortified, and yet his eyes never left the screen. "Is...Is this what you're into?" He asks, a tone of disgust edging his words, and yet both his hands remain sank into his lap.

"Something tells me you're into this too." I titter at him. "Eugh! No way!" He protests, but I know better.

Without warning, I yank his arm back, revealing the tiny tent present in his pants. "Uh-huh, looks like someone's a liar."

"Va-Va-Vanessa! Don't do that!" He yelps and races to cover himself, but I hold his arm hostage and stare with a devilish smirk

at his modest boner. He flushes a deeper red. "S-Stop l-looking! It's only because I like her tits, okay!" He tries to reason.

I touch him. My hand falling over the thin shaft under the fly of his pants. Stroking him once, I wink at him. "You sure it's not cause of that big black cock on screen?" I lean closer, as I feel him pulse in my hand. "Or is it because of what she's saying." I hum in his ear and feel his tiny pecker pucker wildly under my palm. "Mmm—someone's shrimpy noodle sure is excited." Another hard, and insistent jolt shudders through his unimpressive peter.

"H-honey—that's mean!" He whimpers. It's been a long time since I've heard him call me honey. It feels nice, but that doesn't mean he gets off with no punishment.

"Is it mean? Or is it the truth? I mean, look at the horse cock on the screen—next to that thing, yours is a cute little bunny wiener. No smaller than that—like a little guinea pig." I tickle him.

"H-honey!!" He whines.

"Oh, there goes that squealing." I stroke him as he watches the video.

His hand falls to my shoulder in an attempt to push me away, but he can't manage it. Instead, he quivers and covers his face in complete humiliation as his arousal continues to grow despite all his efforts to rebuke what's happening.

Loud coos of delight usher from the television as the woman pleasures herself on her studs shaft. Never removing her panties, she ruts along his thick shaft till the crotch of her blush pink underwear is dark with the abundance of her nectar. Casey squirms and hums drunkenly but can’t voice his protests anymore. Instead, he panics and crawls over the side of the couch falling over the arm of it. He hits the ground with a loud thud and the tension in the air dissipates with the pained groan he lets out.

“Casey! What’s wrong honey, why’d you run away?” I crawl over the couch and peer down at him.

He doesn’t meet my gaze and instead rises in a huff and storms off towards his office. I already assume what he’s doing, given he does the same thing every time I angered him lately. He marches off in a tizzy only to lock himself away in his office and jerk it to some scandalous cuck porn. I’m not even angry at him this time, because I got what I wanted. Casey had cracked open in that moment, and I got a good peek inside. It was about time I unveiled what I had planned for him.

That Weekend

I waited until the end of the week to spring my trap. In fact, to lower Casey's guard, I let up on the constant poking fun and testing his patience. I downright ignored him, to the point that even he was starting to get irritated by my inattentiveness. Sparing him a crumb of my valuable attention, I gave Casey a grocery list and sent him out of the house for a while.

He asked why I wasn't accompanying him, and I told him I was planning a special date night for us. That was why I had been so quiet all week; I wanted it to be a surprise, but there were a few last-minute items I couldn't manage to grab. Feeling guilty over misjudging me, Casey was all on board for being my knight in shining armor and happily hopped into the car to go get some quality wine and some other knick-knacks I tacked on just to keep him busy. Once he was gone, I rang up Eric and told him to come on over. It was time to have a little party, just us adults. The comely officer was all too eager to drive on by and was there within the hour.

When Casey arrived home, he'd arrive to a dark house lit only by sensual candles. A trail of rose petals leading him to the bathroom across the hall where I had a present waiting for him. I waited with bated breath as I sat on the bed in the master bedroom. A silky negligee draped along my smooth and supple body. I felt sexy and exhilarated – excitement causing my hands to shake as I heard the key slot into the front door. Casey came in, calling out for me, but I didn't answer. Holding my breath, I listened closely as he stepped slowly through the dimly lit room, a soft chuckle leaving him at the sight of the candles. I could hear him set the groceries down as he noticed the trail of rose petals taking him towards the bathroom.

For a moment, I wondered if he'd detour and head straight to the master bedroom instead. He was a good sport this time and obediently trudged along the flowery path, disappearing into the bathroom. Stifling a giggle, I could almost hear him mumble something in shock as he spotted the set of frilly women's underwear hung from the shower pole, waiting for him. A note attached, simply stating 'Wear this.' Again, I doubted he'd go along with it – this time he drew a line I was keen to overstep.

"Vanessa? You here? You're in the bedroom, aren't you?" He stomped over and rattled the bedroom door. "Let me in—" His tone was softer than usual; it was a request, not a command.

"Did you put on your gift?" I called back through the door.

He fell quiet, then nervously chuckled. "No way, stop playing around and just let me in."

"Nope." I stated plainly.

"Why? You're just doing this to punish me, now." He said it as if it were a joke, but he had no idea how on the head he was.

"Yes—now take your medicine like a good boy and put on your gift." I growled back at him.

"And if I don't?" He snapped back.

"Fine—I'll get dressed, and yet another special night has been ruined." I shrugged, sounding as put off as possible.

"Tch—come on, Vanessa. Don't be like that."

"Gift—on—now."

There was a moment of quiet, then the floorboards creaked as he swayed on his heel and finally relented with a bitter huff. "Fine."

I gave him a few minutes to slip his clothes off, and then peeked through the door, watching him from across the hall as he slipped the tight pair of purple, pink panties on, and the floral matching bra on last. His scruffy tufts of sandy blonde hair jutted out from his crown in lush sweeps.

"Good—now come here so I can do your hair and makeup." I snickered at him from around the cracked door.

"What? Really?!" He griped.

I beckoned him with the curling of my finger, and through his grimaces and grumbling, Casey came along obediently. Eric stood in the closet, watching through a slat the whole time as I pulled Casey over to my vanity.

"Honey—do we really have to..." Casey started up his bellyaching, but my fingers pinched around his narrow jaw and compelled him to stare into the polished mirror. His scrawny form, half-naked, gawked back at him. Standing behind him, I allowed his head to fall back onto my enormous breasts as I combed his sandy locks and affixed cute little butterfly barrettes and bows into his hair.

"Come now, Casey—don't be so shy. You're so pretty, look at you. Completely smooth and petite. You shave all over, don't you? And you don't do that for me." I hummed into his ear, and pulled the brush through his hair one last time. "I think you like being pretty. Look at the little body, who are you keeping yourself so well-groomed for? I bet there's not a hair on your tight little ass."

"I-I just like how it feels okay...!!" He pouted.

I cupped his face, a tube of pink lipstick in my hand as I held his gaze. "Oh, I know—I know you like how it feels to be small and pathetic. Can't even stand up for yourself as I paint you up like a good little slut." I sneered and smeared the pink stick over his bottom lip.

Anger flared in his amber eyes, and he started to rise out of the chair. "Ah-ah... be good, and keep me entertained, and I won't be forced to share your dirty little secret. I think our friends and family deserve to know how much Casey loves wearing panties."

He froze, the blood draining from his face—he suddenly recalled the picture I took. The picture that's been floating in the cloud for about a week now. "Did you forget? Or did you think I deleted it?" I asked and pushed him back into his seat.

Casey sat stock still and stiff as a board. "You wouldn't..." He choked out.

"I wouldn't—as long as you keep me happy. I won't."

The man trembled, but his shoulders drooped, giving up the ghost for now as he let me continue. I painted him up pretty—gold accented makeup to match his dull bistre eyes. With the finishing touches, I snapped my fingers and ordered him up from the chair. Begrudgingly, he rose and turned towards me—anger and abashment mingling on his pretty face.

"There we go—look how lovely. I think you're all ready for your big surprise." I smiled wide at him.

Casey flinched, looking dumbfounded for a brief moment. "What do you mean? Isn't this the—,"

"On your knees..." The command came naturally as I jabbed my finger at a spot at the foot of the bed.

Casey's mouth hung agape, eyes narrowing as if calculating some argument, but his pink lips snapped shut, and he did as told. Approaching the foot of the bed and kneeling just a few feet away on a plush carpet. The girly version of my wimpy husband glares up at me, awaiting my next call, and seeing him brought so low brings a rush of excitement through me. My body grows hot as I think of what comes next.

"I remember how much you seemed to like Officer Barlowe, so I thought, why not have him make a house call?"

Coffee-colored orbs widened at me and then flung themselves towards the closet as it slid open, revealing the tall comely officer. Eric stepped out with a radiant grin on his face, eyes hidden behind an expensive set of sunglasses. He was dressed up for the occasion, wearing something very close to his officer's uniform.

"Seems there's been a disturbance in the area, so I came to check in on y'all. Looks like Nessa done caught herself a dirty little pervert." Eric laughed, his wide frame casting a deep shadow over Casey's dread-struck form prone on the ground.

"I-I-I...W-what is he doing here?!" Casey hollers and races to cover himself. Stumbling to his feet, Eric quickly has him cornered against a wall. Titillation trickled through me, seeing the powerful bull pin my husband easily.

"Now, now—Case, don't go crying over spilled milk. I know what you've been up to, and it's time for your punishment. Go on—apologize to your wife, you little thief." Eric scruffed Casey and compelled him to stand in front of me. Casey struggled against the mitt clamped around the nap of his neck.

"What the hell is he talking about!?"

I watched my husband squeal and squirm with distant concern in my ice-blue eyes. "What happened to our savings, Casey? What happened to all the money I've been pouring into there for the last five years?"

My husband's flailing abruptly stopped, and he just stared at me—his own gaze wide and panicked. "W-What??"

"You heard me—I know about the hotlines and porn sites, hun. I've seen what you jerk that nasty little pecker off to." I hissed at him.

Casey went beet red and immediately began to backpedal. "B-baby! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I just got sucked it, and before I knew it, almost all the money was gone."

Eric shook him, that not what the officer wanted to hear. "Uh-uh—no excuses. You're gonna get her that money back, or she's gonna divorce your sorry ass and take you for everything you've got left."

"Y-Yes! I'll work it off! I'll get the money back!" Casey was basically pissing in his panties, but that was still not enough. I was doing this for the both of us—to save our marriage, and I meant to see this through. Eric, however, had plans of his own, and the diabolical genius only added to the growing glee welling in my stomach.

"Damn right, you are! But we both know your unemployable ass is gonna make this fine lady wait. So tell you what—I'll give her the money that you stole, but you're gonna be my little bitch and earn every cent back. You hear me?" Eric leaned over the smaller man, growling like a beast into Casey's ear. I saw the pale, slender form of my husband tremble and shake.

"B-but..." He yelped, but Eric shook him once, shutting him up.

"Back on your knees, Casey—we both know this is what you've been wanting." I patted the foot of the bed, inviting the officer to take a seat. Eric relinquished Casey's scruff and perched on the edge of the bed, undoing his belt and zipper. I straddled one of his knees and began to strip down his pants, pushing them to his ankles. His huge cock was already half-flared and pressing into his boxers. Casey just stood there, wincing and grimacing as he watched me pet and fondle Officer Barlowe. "Mmmm, so meaty—..." I hummed as I started to peel his boxers back.

Unable to hold back anymore, Casey sprang forward, grabbing my hands. "Honey, don't do this—I'll do anything you want, just anything but this!" He pleaded, staring up at me with eyes full of hurt. I eased back and shuffled onto the bed next to Eric. We both stared down at my husband begging on his knee for us to have some mercy, but I'd seen enough of his porn flicks to know this was all part of the act. He'd whine and beg, bitch and moan—all the while refusing to acknowledge the tiny erection already jutting against the silky fabric of his panties. "Y'know Casey, you're right. I shouldn't have to do a thing. You are—you're gonna do everything I tell you to. Now get up and open the top drawer of the dresser over there. I've got some other little surprises in store."

Casey bit his lip and shuddered, but at the alternative, he heeded my direction and went over to the dresser, pulling it back to reveal a drawer full of various sexy toys he'd never seen before.

"Bring me that pretty pink cage." I directed him.

He scanned the drawer for a moment, then found what I asked for. Holding the small cock cage in his hand, he glanced over at me, peering sheepishly over his narrow, pale shoulder. I could tell he knew what I was about to do. Still, he brought it over and started to back away the moment it was in my palm.

"Aw—how cute." Eric hummed as he peered over the rim of his dark glasses at the cage.

I pulled Casey back by the strap of his underwear and pulled down his panties. Eric right away burst out into laughter.

"Dear god—no wonder you're so bored, Nessa. You poor thing. Had to deal with that little tic-tac this whole time?" He slipped an arm around my waist and began to fondle and pinch at my nipple through my bra. Casey tensed and frowned at seeing how Eric was touching me. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from barking at the cop. His attention was quickly soaked up by my hand as I groped up his tiny wiener and undid the cage. The webbed silicone end slid over his petite pecker easily, even leaving some room—then the shackle was slipped over, gathering his hairless sack into a tight loop to keep it in place. He winced as the lynch pin was stuck in place, affixing the cage around his useless pencil-like appendage.

"No boners for you, mister—pretty girls don't get boners. Isn't that right?" I reached up and pinched Casey's chin, forcing his eyes to remain on me. "Cause you're my pretty girl after all, and you're gonna make it up to me by making friends with this fat cock... ain't that right, Casey?" I purred at him dangerously.

PART 4

My husband said nothing and just stared up at me with pleading, watery eyes. The decision hung heavy in the air. Would he play along or risk losing our marriage?

"What do you want from me?" He whimpered. It wasn't exactly an agreement, but it was a start.

"You know what I want," I hummed. "Now, why don't you help Officer Eric out of those tight boxers? He looks uncomfortable."

Casey grimaced and hesitated, glancing at Eric's tightly wrung underwear. The dark-skinned Adonis leaned back on his elbows, waiting for Casey to take initiative. Casey resisted at first, glaring at me as if we were about to enter a standoff, but he had no chance of winning. With a curt nod at the man next to me, Casey flinched, rose to his knees, and reached over. I watched as his slender fingers clasped tentatively at the hem of Eric’s underwear. He was so hesitant, as if he didn’t want to make any contact with Eric’s chiseled hips.

My breath thickened at the show—admiring the cords of thick muscle running along Eric’s body. Next to Casey’s feminine frame and pale skin, I grew even more aroused at the stark contrast. It really was as if the two were of different species altogether. Eric with his raw power and masculine airs, and Casey—willowy and delicate; a presence far too gentle. Eric facilitated, raising his ass from the mattress as Casey pulled back his boxers.

The tower of his cock swung and bounced from the trappings of the fabric barring his member, and right away, Casey looked star-struck. I could only imagine that my face mirrored the pure shock and excitement welling on Casey’s face. Despite all his disgust and reluctance, it was clear Casey was impressed if not somewhat terrified of the slab of solid, veiny teak. Dark amber eyes darted from its hefty base to its beefy tip in awe. His mouth fell agape, lost for words.

A spiteful smirk found my lips as Casey glanced down at his own sex—the bulbous mushroom tip filling the mesh cage only halfway as the flared end pressed in protest against its caging. I could sense him measuring himself against Eric and finding his own meager prick wanting.

"Right? I was pleasantly surprised the first time I saw it too. Isn’t it beautiful?" I ran my hand over the stiffening ebony length. My own body reacting to the way it twitched against my palm as I stroked it. That hungry want boiled in my stomach as my eyes met Eric’s.

His bright brown eyes narrowed saucily in my direction. Those movie-star sunglasses low on the bridge of his wide nose. Casey sucked in a breath and held it as I repeated the gesture again just to tease him. My husband remained glaring at me as I stroked Eric up and down steadily—I felt his hard gaze boring into me as a husky titter fluttered from my throat.

Eventually, Casey couldn’t keep his eyes away as Eric’s fleshy rod began to throb and leak. The nectar of his precum dribbled out in pearls of arousal with every touch of my soft hands. Eric laid back against the bed, groaning and hissing as I massaged him. Casey remained stuck in limbo, knelt between Eric’s legs, watching me masturbate another man in front of his eyes. Too humiliated and furious to even string together enough words to reprimand me.

Even then, I’d caught the tight flick or twitch of the bright pink cage sitting in Casey’s lap as a pang of traitorous want thrummed through the scrawny man. It was endlessly amusing treading this dangerous line of give and take. My palm cupped around the leaking tip of Eric’s hot crown, slicking my fingers in his juices before stroking down his barrel. The natural lubricant intensified the deepness of my caress, and Eric reeled, folding an arm over his forehead as he lost himself.

"Doesn't he look so good, Casey? I've seen the way you touch yourself, watching a woman like me riding a man like him. That's what you want, isn't it? You want to be humiliated and left to watch as I'm stretched by a bigger, better cock. Ain't that right?" I accused him in a calm, collected tone that left Casey shivering in a mix of want and rage.

His teeth gritted, but his eyes shimmered with an unspoken perversion as he watched on. Still, he said nothing, only clutching balled fists into his lap as his shamed erection rattled the pink cage containing it. Honestly, seeing him like this was adorable—I wanted to keep pushing. I wanted to etch out new boundaries for this sick little man. Emboldened, I rose and straddled over Eric, turning slightly to peer down at Casey from over my shoulder.

He was distraught—usually infuriatingly distant, he was totally engaged now. A splash of confusion collided with a plume of sorrowful ire in the twisting of his brow and the gape of his mouth. I smirked at him with a taunting gleam in my eye. Hooking manicured digits into the crotch of my panties, I slid them over. From where Casey sat, he got a good show of my wet folds as the lace of my underwear was pinched to the side of my mound, trapped by the wealth of my thigh. "Hmmm? What do you think, Case? Can I fit him?" Leaning forward, my lips came close to Eric’s. Our hot breaths mingled, eyes locked as I spoke more

taunting words to my shrew of a husband. "Should I try?" I purred, fingers reaching between my legs as I leaned on Eric for support.

I petted aside the slick folds of my body, revealing the puckering and hungry hole of my entrance. Eric’s fat cock throbbed and twitched as it felt the heat of my moist trench wafting against it. I pictured Casey trembling with that same dumbstruck indignance and yet powerless to his own lustful perversion—Or perhaps it was the threat of losing our marriage that held him in place? Or maybe the damning pictures? It didn’t matter what it was that made him comply. The thrill was the same—knowing I had power over him, and watching him struggle as he realized how pathetic he really was.

"N-n—ngh!" He yelped and grabbed at the cage. "I—I don’t...Nngh—hmmm!!” Casey hissed and huffed, but the more he tried to protest, the harder his erection grew—yet the cage held him in check, and even that constant reminder of his hard-on being controlled was enough to arouse the pretty liar.

"What’s that?" My hips swayed, brushing the plushness of my pussy against Eric’s tip.

I sank down onto Eric's cock, inch by inch, feeling the stretch of my body accommodating his size. Casey watched, eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. I could see the bulge in his pink panties growing, straining against the fabric. I reveled in the power I held over him, the control I had to make him watch as I took pleasure in another man.

"Does it hurt, baby?" Eric asked, his voice low and husky.

"A little," I admitted, gritting my teeth as I took a few inches then rose off him to adjust and try again. "But it feels so good."

Eric groaned, his every thought most likely focusing on controlling hips that were hungry to buck up to meet mine. I slid along him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his cock rubbing against me. Casey whimpered, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Do you want to touch yourself, Casey?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness. "You know you do."

Casey's eyes darted to mine, then down to his cage. He bit his lip, looking torn.

"Go ahead," I urged. "I won't tell anyone."

With a shaky hand, Casey reached down and began to stroke himself through the fabric of his panties. His eyes never left mine as he teased himself, his breath coming in short gasps.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against Eric's chest as I whispered in his ear. "Do you like watching him touch himself? Does it turn you on?"

Eric growled, his hands gripping my hips as he fought the urge to thrust up into me. "Fuck yes, it does."

I threw my head back and moaned, the sound echoing through the room. Casey's strokes became more frantic, his face flushed with desire.

"Do you want to cum, Casey?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to cum while you watch me fuck another man?"

Casey's eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling as he reached the edge.

Eric's fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he growled with

desire. I bit my lip and pleaded for patience, but continued to taunt the bull by sliding my wetness along his throbbing length.

Casey watched from his seat on the ground, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

With a moan, I finally guided Eric's tip inside me, inch by slow inch. Casey's breath hitched as he watched me take in only half of Eric's impressive size. I could feel the tension in the room building as I began to move up and down, my body shuddering with each thrust.

Casey's eyes were wide with a mix of jealousy and arousal. I couldn't help but smirk as I turned to face him, grinding my hips down onto Eric's shaft. "Don't worry, you'll get your turn," I promised, leaving him to wonder who he would be with.

Casey's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized I had caught him watching again—his hand fell from stroking his trapped erection. He tore his gaze away, but I wasn't about to let him off that easily. "Eyes up here," I commanded, grinding down harder—taking more of Eric’s hard cock. A dull aching pleasure blooming in my stomach as my canal reshaped. "You like to watch, so you're going to keep watching."

Eric groaned beneath me, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh as he struggled to maintain control. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation, enjoying the feeling of being in control and taking the lead.

Despite what the impromptu video suggested, this was my first time with Eric, and I wanted Casey to see just how much I was enjoying it. I wanted him to see that I could find pleasure with someone else, that I didn't need him to be satisfied.

"Ah, Casey, he's going to split me in two," I moaned, angling my hips to take in more of Eric's length. Casey let out a strangled groan, his own arousal evident despite his attempts to hide it.

"You whore," he spat out, the words sounding forced and unconvincing. I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to sound angry.

"Such a brat," I mused, smirking down at him. Eric, however, didn't find Casey's words amusing. With a growl, he sat up and glared at Casey, who shrank back in fear.

"Whatchu say?" Eric demanded, his voice low and dangerous. I placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay, Eric. Let him think what he wants," I said, before turning to Casey with a wicked grin. "In fact, let's show him what a 'whore' I can be."

Eric's eyes darkened with desire as he swept me up and pinned me down on the bed. I gasped as he entered me with one swift thrust, filling me completely. Casey watched from his seat on the floor, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal.

I moaned and writhed beneath Eric, my body shaking with each powerful thrust. Every sharp clap of our hips sent a blanching wave though me, leaving me rippling with desire and drowning in a heightened ecstasy I had never known. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my orgasm building with each passing second.

"Oh god, it's so deep," I cried out, my voice echoing through the room. Eric let out a low growl, his hips moving faster and faster as he chased his own release.

With a final cry, I felt myself tumbling over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure. Eric followed shortly after, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. His girthy cock pulsed powerfully as it spilled, I felt it pool into my womb and dribble out from my sensitive folds.

As we lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but turn to Casey with a satisfied smirk. "Well, what did you think?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Casey looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"You're disgusting," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic attempt to sound angry again.

"Oh, Casey," I said, shaking my head. "You have no idea what

you're missing." Though I had always been on birth control, a naughty idea came to mind. “I know—should I let him breed me?”

"You wouldn't!" Casey managed to say, but he remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Eric and me. “This isn’t right—!!”

"Are you going to stop me? Or are you going to sit there like a good slut and wait your turn."

Casey's voice failed him at the cold edge in my words. I heard a shuddering breath escape him, but that was all. Try as he might, his focus never left the sight of Eric and me. I felt his gaze burning into me, and I reveled in the feeling of power it gave me.

To my surprise and no doubt, Casey’s—the large officer was quick to rebound. With a resurging desire he took up riding me, pinning me into the bed as his massive cock came back to life. Eric's hips swung back and forth with a thunderous clap, filling the room with the slick sloshing of our bodies. Every stroke, every powerful yet careful grasp, drew me deeper into a mind-numbing euphoria. I couldn't even speak as Eric unraveled me yet again stealing my breath.

Manicured nails sank into the corded plains of his back. A rushing river beating against a crumpling dam. Soon enough, those walls came down, and I, along with Eric, were swept away by the

powerful current. I came hard again as soon as I felt another plume of his cum erupt inside me. My orgasm rolled over and over with every throb of his massive cock as Eric spilled thick gout after thick gout of semen into me.

"ShhhHHaahhhh.... You whore." Casey gasped and moaned out. I could tell he hated himself for how much that turned him on. He had a front-row seat too—watching Eric's veiny cock pulse and twitch as the large cop came deep inside me. More jism bubbled up and overflowed with the abundance of the officer's second load. I imagined Casey sitting there distraught as his eyes followed the oozing trails of another man's cum dripping from my insides.

With a huff, Eric rose off me, allowing my legs to unfold. My chest ached, but my body tingled in the afterglow. Drained, my legs fell limply towards the end of the bed; calves draped over its edge—spread eagle. Leveraging onto my elbows, I peered at Casey from between the hefty mounds of my tits and hummed. His eyes remained glued to my blushing trench, freshly soiled. He bit his lip and swallowed. A smirk curled my lips as I caught my breath. "Go on—clean it up for the nice officer."

That was the only time he tore his eyes away and glared at me.

"Go on." I folded my knees and sat up slightly to better watch him.

Casey recoiled, but Eric hopped up from the bed and stood behind him. His massive schlong glistening, swinging near Casey's face. “Me too, while you’re at it.” Eric’s baritone chuckle rattled Casey.

The pale smaller man hugged himself tightly and tilted away from the Officer as Eric grabbed his arm and drew him closer. There was no escaping the larger man's steely grip, Casey could only settle in closer as Eric took a seat next to me once more. He pulled one of my legs into his lap, spreading me apart, and using my

supple thigh as a pillow for his freshly spent cock. “You heard the lady, clean up.”

“Mmm—you’re spoiled for choice, Case. A little of this, a little of that. Yum—be a good girl and get to work, sweetie.”

Casey gritted his teeth and refused to meet my gaze. Those warm chocolate brown eyes of his muddled with fear, anger, and yet something else. Titillation perhaps? Which became more evident as he took a long quiet pause to stare between the two of us, as if contemplating his next move. Eventually, he tore his arm away from Eric and sighed as he sank back onto his knees. Honestly, I had never been more attracted to my husband. He looked so cute, but more than that—dare I say, beautiful? His red-blonde waves framing his boyish face—the soft and slender features of his body. That narrow soft jaw and doe-like eyes made more soulful by sultry makeup. One could barely distinguish him from a woman, and yet—the caged appendage in his lap was the only dead giveaway.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. Ladies first—we're gonna get you nice and warmed up with something familiar.” Eric caressed the wealth of my inner thigh and gave it a crisp slap and firm squeeze. I giggled but said nothing, returning my gaze to Casey expectantly.

The small smirk on my lips faded as I watched Casey struggle silently until finally, he looked up at me and said. “Do you hate me this much?”

I was genuinely taken aback—I wouldn’t have gone through all this effort if I hated him. “Not at all, baby. This is punishment—yes, but also a reward. I know what you want deep down, even if you don’t want to admit it. So why hold back? You’re allowed to let go and just be a good little slut. Like I know you want to be.”

Casey bristled but deflated as if unable to find a suitable argument. He changed the focus, casting a sideways glance at Eric. “Why him?”

“Natural selection.” I said plainly and gestured towards the hot log of meat relaxed over the top of my leg. “You see, this big cock means he’s the alpha. Naturally stronger, more powerful—better. And you? Well, with that little prick, you're just a beta. You were always meant to be a beta. My little cuck.” I prodded harshly.

Admittedly, I struggled with talking to Casey in such a degrading way. I wanted to swallow my words, anticipating his explosive and well-earned wrath. Yet, every time he cowed or bowed his head confirmed what I had learned from watching hours of the same porn Casey had been indulging in. Even Eric had directed me before our ‘special night’, coaching me to feel no remorse over what had to be done.

I practiced in the mirror up to the very day. Sometimes in the car when I was alone. Speaking out loud those uncomfortable harsh words was nerve-wracking, but the more I repeated them into my reflection, the more I understood the power of carving someone out like this. The humiliation for him had been twisted into a release, and that notion was validated every time he complied. Maybe I was just justifying my cruel behavior towards him—maybe I told myself that so my vindictiveness against him tasted all the sweeter.

In the end, it didn’t matter, because seeing him brought this low and feeling the powerful presence of Eric next to me awakened something within me. I liked this rush, this high of being in total control—of having the power to reduce Casey to the sniveling cuck he was. Leaving him fiending for more punishment. It was a high I’ve never known, and I wanted to experience the heights of this new euphoria.

I dug my heels in and crooned out another string of belittling words. It became too easy to break him down, and Casey could barely find the words to fight back. He bowed his head and let his palms fall to his knees as he remained knelt in shame. However, my scathing sentiments had the opposite effect on his penis. Every sentence I uttered drew a deep throb from the bright pink cage.

“Beta cucks like you are meant to serve. You want to make me happy, then be a good little slut and do what you’re told.” I bent my knee, clearing the way to my soiled cunt and leaned back.

This time Casey peered up at me through his lashes, head still bowed like a scolded puppy, yet he shuffled forward on his knees. His hands tentatively rested on the flats of my spread thighs. Leaning closer, he paused and hovered over my heated oozing trench. The musky wall of Eric’s jism made it hard for him to dive in without pause. Licking his lips, I watched the apprehension swirling on his face.

“That’s it—you better get used to that taste.” I hummed at him as I placed my palm on his head, adding light pressure to coax him.

Casey finally relented and opened his mouth. His pink tongue lulled out, swiping at my glazed folds. Immediately, he recoiled upon tasting the sour tang of Eric’s cum mingling with my juices. Pulling away, he gagged and retched as if he’d throw up then and there.

I pulled his ear slightly and tutted. “Ah-ah, don’t be such a baby. I’ve swallowed plenty of yours. You’ll get over it.” More impatiently this time, I shoved his head down.

Casey jolted as his lips collided with my lower ones, his back arching as an angry cat’s would. He tensed as if to yank his head back, but my hand stayed just as firm. A stubborn grunt rumbled from him, but no other fight was put up. His warm breath and lips

pursed to my swollen entrance left me tingling in delight. I wasn’t disappointed as that curious tongue of his flicked out, tasting me and the creamy reward inside. Despite his timid efforts, I felt his skin heat as he blushed all over. One of his hands slipped from my thigh and gripped his steadily bouncing cage. Another timid lick managed its way past his lips. The rigidness in his slender shoulders bled away as he acclimated to the tangy pungence of Eric’s cum.

Casey grew bolder, licking in broader strokes, though still reluctant to swallow back the larger man’s spunk. He let the opaque fluid run sloppily down his chin as he cleaned the dribbling trails from my folds. Fascinated by him, I watched his contorting face with heated intrigue. His careful licks and his blushing face stirred something in me as I observed him closely. The way he looked so humbled and abashed as he set about lapping up the stray strands of jism.

“Mmmhhhuh!” I groaned and rolled my neck—my eyes half-lidded found his face again as he continued obediently sucking and sweeping his hot tongue over my pulsing core. “That’s it, such a good girl!” I petted his head, running my nails through his auburn almost blonde locks.

His gaze pitched up at me with a dazed almost trance-like haze in his eyes. I saw the control slipping, but that stubborn shred of rebellion remained. Even though his face was flushed, and his meager pecker throbbed, it was all begrudgingly.

“Ugh—mmmh! Eat it like you mean it, bitch.” I ground his face down between my legs, smearing my juices across his pretty face.

He ate up more enthusiastically but only out of spite. To teach him a lesson, I used my other hand and began to stroke and tease the slumbering cock perched over my leg. Eric lulled his head back as I ran my hand over his anaconda. The ebony length of it

throbbed at my touch and began to engorge again like a stuffed-up fire hose.

Casey peered over, though his mouth remained engaged in thoroughly attending my pussy. That spark of envy flickered in them, witnessing the resurgence of the officer's healthy baton. The enflamed tip of his fat cock left my mouth watering, and without thinking, I leaned over and sealed my lips around the flared crown. Eric hissed and hummed in titillation. His large warm palm squeezed affectionately at my neck and gathered up my chocolate locks.

In contrast, Casey whined and whimpered between my legs—grinding his needy tongue into my clit in a bid to win back my attention.

“Mmm—so tasty. If you’re going to be that impatient, get over here and have a taste yourself.” I teased the scrawny redhead.

Casey suddenly pulled away and sat back as if contemplating whether he should or not. Half his mind seemed to be ready to sprint out the door, though the heat in his gaze and the flush of his body spoke volumes about his arousal. I’d have to coax him. Ready to do so, I petted through the strands of his hair and locked eyes with Casey. My tongue lapping circles around Eric’s tip. The thin man shivered and frowned but his eyes were full of forbidden passion. He couldn’t tear himself away if he tried. The glaze of another man’s cum remained on his lips—but how much further would he fall from grace? It was amusing imagining how much farther down he’d lower himself.

Angling the end of Eric’s cock in his direction allowed Casey to stare down the barrel of the officer’s girthy shaft. The apple of Casey’s narrow throat bobbed as he swallowed apprehensively.

“That’s right, take a good look—that’s a real cock. Go on—I know you want it in your mouth. Like I said—natural selection. It’s only natural you wanna serve your alpha. Isn’t he a gorgeous bull?” I cooed and ran my fingers over the stiff rod and down Eric’s chiseled pelvis.

The stud laid back and just grinned as he watched the exchange between husband and wife, but it was clear he was aroused and more than pleased with the direction the night had taken.

“Don’t be shy.” I urged and pinched Casey’s chin, drawing him in close to the throbbing tip.

Casey shuddered; that frown growing wiry—eyes wide and then suddenly squeezed shut. His shoulders rode high and tense the closer he grew until he felt that intense heat hovering over his pretty pink stained lips.

“You smell that Casey? That thick musk? That’s what a real man’s cock smells like—and it’s got my juices all over it. Imagine how good it’s gonna taste.” I hummed in a low hypnotic rhythm.

Casey hung just before Eric’s cock, held by a tinge of fear and

denial. He twitched and drew back when the searing bulbous crown grazed his lip. Those darker brown eyes flickered open and squinted in disgust. He pulled his face away, but I held him back. A shudder rolled through his thin frame.

“No? That’s too bad. Then me and Eric are gonna have all the fun—you can leave.” I craned his head to stare straight into my eyes. My expression steely.

“W-What—but honey! Haven’t I done enough?” He pleaded, eyes glazing with crocodile tears.

“You have, Casey—and that’s the problem. You’ve done too much, and now it’s my turn to have fun. You can leave, but I’m gonna

stay and ride this thick cock all night, and you can sit by the door and cry into your panties. I’m done playing your games... it’s my way or nothing.” It wasn’t a threat but a promise.

If Casey wanted to stay in this marriage, then he was going to swallow this new dynamic even if he didn’t fully accept it. We all had to make compromises after all, and I had given enough of my best years to him already.

“What’s it going to be?” I glared at him and nodded toward Eric’s awaiting cock.

Casey glanced between me, to the door, and then finally over to the hard ebony shaft winking at him. “I’ll...I’ll stay...” He muttered.

“What was that?” My brow quirked, a sly smirk on my lips. “I’ll stay.” He said louder and firmer this time.

“Then you know what you have to do.” I chuckled and stroked Eric’s cock, beckoning a shuddering Casey forth with the curl of my finger.

Casey scooted forward on his knees, looking more timid and girlish than ever. I watched with fascination as the man I married—a former athlete and college frat boy—was reduced to a quivering figure before my eyes. The makeup around his eyes smeared every time he winced or twisted his face in disgust, but he did as he was told. A curl of amusement swirled in my gut as the lanky figure dropped his bottom lip, revealing that charming pink tongue. He clutched himself, cradling his humiliation as the muscle reluctantly swiped over the bulbous helmet of Eric’s generous glans. The enflamed rod pulsed in response and settled heavily over my leg.

The sour tang must have sat uncomfortably in Casey’s mouth as he wrenched and winced again. The scrawny man had the nerve to glance in my direction for mercy. I only smirked and nodded my chin at the awaiting bull. His pleading expression faded back into despair, attention returning to the needy slab of meat. Casey leaned in again for another lick, this time retching and gagging at the thought. He pulled away and then seemed to remember the agreement as he resettled and tried once more. Though still retching and on the verge of throwing up, he managed to lick Eric’s cock again.

It tickled me watching his brow wrinkle in confused repulsion, but the more he licked, the less his face rumpled. Soon enough, he was able to lay down longer, slower swipes across the head. Eric moaned and laid his head back, his eyes rolling into his skull. I petted down the gorgeous bull’s chest and torso, my fingers dancing across that hard ebony body until they found the soft pale cheeks of my husband’s face. Burnished amber orbs flickered up at me meekly, yet clouded by unmistakable titillation. His mouth remained loyally at work, sliding along Eric’s engorging length until it stood rigid and at attention once more.

I petted Casey and cooed praises into his burning ears. “There’s a good girl—that’s it. Clean from base to tip—leave not a drop.” My nails dragged through the cascades of his coppery strands. The velvety shadows of his gaze disappeared behind heavy lids as he lulled into his work—seemingly somewhere else completely as he continued to lap at my nectar from his alpha’s turgid sex. In that moment, I began to understand the allure of the videos Casey so eagerly consumed, even at the cost of our entire savings. I had to live the moment to know it, but the rush I felt from watching this infuriating man I married bend and break for me filled me with a confidence I had never known. I felt powerful as Casey shrank under my gaze, and yet instead of wanting to utterly destroy him,

I wanted to remake him completely. I think, secretly deep down, Casey wanted that too.

“Then so be it...” The words escaped under my breath as I contemplated the next moments. If Casey was to be remade, he needed to be broken down into tiny pieces first. Peering over at Eric as he lay in complete bliss, a more devilish plot came to mind. “Casey—grab the lube from the side drawer. I know you keep some for when you play with that pathetic little prick.” Pulling back, Casey opened his mouth, then immediately shut it as he met my gaze. He crawled across the floor, seemingly fearful to stand up, and dug through the drawer until the lubricant was found.

I shuffled from the bed, and Eric watched me closely, anticipation and thrill mingling on his expression. “Officer Barlowe—would you mind relinquishing the bed?” I purred at the dark titan of a man.

“Sure, baby. What d’ya have in mind?”

“We’re going for a ride—Casey. Get on the bed. Face down in the pillows, on your knees. Ass nice and high for us.”

“What? W-why?” The lanky pale man in panties yelped and gulped as if foretelling his doom.

I just smiled at him. “No questions, honey. Just do as I tell you to. On the bed—face down, ass up.”

Fidgeting and wincing as he often did, Casey moved like molasses. Setting the lube bottle aside with big saucer-like eyes stuck to it, he crawled onto the bed. He seemed slenderer the way he held himself and peered over a narrow shoulder at Eric and me. That intense blush rushing from his cheeks to his ears was endearing. I couldn’t wait to feel him crumble beneath me. Once Casey stuffed his face into a pillow and raised his pantied-bottom, I crept onto the mattress next to him.

Jolting, the redhead craned his neck to see who had joined him, and some sorrowful relief touched his teary features. “Shhh—oh babygirl. Don’t be so nervous. You’re going to have the time of your life, I promise.” I cooed and ran my fingers over his quivering skinny legs. My palm domed over the cheeks of his ass, fingertips toying with the thin and soaked fabric of his panties. My head rested over his as I whispered sweetly into his ear. “That’s my good girl. Let’s be honest, it’s going to hurt at first, but then it’ll feel so good. Real cock—from a real man.” I promised, slipping my fingers under his sheer panties until the tips were teasing the tight cinch of his anus. He grunted and winced, his body tightening as I traced circles around the puckering seal.

Pressing his head into the pillow, I turned and climbed over him, straddling his shoulders, making a seat from the nape of his neck. I laid my body against his back, reclining into him as if he were a chaise sofa. His body trembled to hold me up, but I shifted to keep most of my weight off of him. Trapped as he was between the wealth of my thighs, his rump was at my mercy. I peeled his damp underwear away, revealing the plump modest orbs of his narrow ass. Locking eyes with Eric, I smiled and parted my husband’s cheeks. Eric bit his lip and began to stroke the girth of his sex—those honey-colored orbs settling onto the offered hole with fiendish delight.

“Time to show ‘em who’s boss.” I left a crisp smack across the creamy swell of Casey’s rump. He yelped and squirmed in surprise but couldn’t get free. His hands grasped at my shins and ankles, but he never managed to shift me with his skinny arms.

“Whatever you say, Bosslady.” Eric’s saucy tone drew a sly smirk along my lips. He joined us on the bed and plucked up the bottle of lube Casey had let roll across the bed after being pinned. I teased my husband some more, pinching and running my nails

over his bristling flesh. We took our time preparing the scrawny cuck—warming him up with taunting caresses.

Eric poured a generous amount of the clear oily substance down Casey’s crack as I held him spread. Oozing warmth pooled between my legs, moistening the back of Casey’s neck. Something about seeing his tight hole glazed and ready to be taken sent a tumbling thrill through me. I played with it, rubbing and prodding—eliciting grunts and feeble groans of denied excitement from Casey. His mewling muffled by my thighs, but I could see the way his scrotum tightened and his taint pulsed each time that tiny pecker throbbed in its cage. He was enjoying the way I was toying with his backdoor. Pushing it further, my finger dipped in, pushing gradually into that tight cinch. He hissed and moaned—the sheets around his head soaked up with drool as I continued, pushing inward until that seal was broken and his rectum allowed entry.

Using my fingers, I poured more lubricant into his hole, wicking as much as I could inside. Eric was huge, and Casey’s virginal hole would be wrecked by the end of the night—I could afford him this small mercy. “Mmmh—I think she’s all ready for you, Officer Barlowe.” Winking at the studly bull, Eric flashed that dazzling grin and shuffled closer. His hard cock, ready and throbbing, was held in the fist of his large hand. I guided Eric in, petting Casey’s back with my free hand as I led the end of Eric’s fat tip into the trench of Casey’s sphincter.

The lanky white man writhed and whimpered between my legs as he sensed the closeness of the larger man’s body to his, but there was no going back for Casey now. With voyeuristic glee, I ran Eric’s thick end up and down the trench of Casey’s ass, letting my husband feel what would soon be penetrating him. Casey’s whimpers doubled, his thin frame shaking under me as the

anticipation grew. “Just relax, Case—it’ll be much easier if you don’t tense up.” I advised through a coo, but it didn’t seem to quell Casey’s quivering. “Ready?” I hummed and pressed Eric’s engorged end into Casey’s asshole.

The scrawny man contorted and yelped, then grunted and began to plead. “Wait! Wait! I can’t—ArrggGGUHH!!” His cries remained muffled and unheard as I pressed forward, pushing the shaft of Eric’s rock-hard cock into Casey’s anus.

I was actually surprised at Casey’s strength as he nearly managed to buck me off in his bid to get free, but his strength left him the moment the rim of his opening began to slouch and give way. “ArRrRGGGHhh!!” Casey groaned into the pillow. Another steady stream of drool ran from his mouth and soaked into its cover.

Eric leaned his head back, a smile still on his face as he let out his own guttural groan of pleasure. His thick cock remained stiff as iron with Casey’s tight hole wrung around his girth, greedily. Even I was impressed and aroused at the sight of Casey’s abused hole gripping like a vice around the invading barrel.

I shifted along his back, allowing Casey to lower himself into a more comfortable position. Eric glided in stubbornly and intent—sinking inch after agonizing inch into the wriggling white man. Casey hissed and cried out; he bit into the pillow and tried to curl his tail in, but remained stuck fast to the larger man as he was impaled on the hardy appendage. All the fight seemed to bleed from the redhead—his cries softened even with my thighs removed from around his head. I sat up, straddling his lower back, and Eric was anchored in down to the root.

The ebony bull and I came face to face—with matching grins full of naughty arousal, we kissed as his hips came flush to Casey’s quivering backside. With the larger man fully pressed into him, the officer mercifully paused to enjoy my kiss, letting Casey

become accustomed to the snug fit between their bodies. It was delicious the way Casey’s scrawny, feminine body shivered and trembled beneath me. His breath rose ragged into the air as quiet whimpers of shame-filled pleasure rippled through him.

“Such a good girl, Casey—you took so much of it. Your pretty pink ring looks so good stretched around Officer Barlowe.” I patted a globe of his modest rump and squeezed his cheeks together, grinding him around the base of the rod submerged within him.

Casey let out a loud mewl and groaned. “Y-you m-monster! Auughh—fuuughh! Hngh! I-I h-hate you...” He sobbed into the already soaked pillow beneath his head. I tittered at the lack of conviction in his tone. His body told the truth in the way it quivered and blushed.

As I kissed Eric’s generous mouth, I reached under Casey, sliding

my hand down between his legs. The cage bounced and pulsed in my hand—something warm and slick oozed from it, pooling in my palm as I cupped and groped Casey’s cute little encased penis. Casey groaned and mewled out again. He flushed hot between my thighs and curled in his back, arching in unspoken rapture.

“Oh—someone’s awfully wet! You sure you want it to stop?” I crooned out teasingly between stolen kisses.

“Hgnh! Please—wa-wait!’ Casey whimpered and chewed at his cushion.

Eric didn’t move; he remained cemented in place, enjoying the warmth and tightness of the smaller male’s once-virgin orifice.

“Wait, what? Hmmm, fine—pull it out, Eric.” I harrumphed and pouted.

Eric joined me in a mock pout and began to pull out but stopped the moment Casey sang out, “No! Please! Don’t...”

The moment our attention snapped in his direction; Casey clammed up. He had said too much. I could tell as much by how beet red his body had become in his utter embarrassment.

“What was that?”
Casey murmured something through a whimper. “Come again? I didn’t hear that.”
Casey murmured again, this time louder. “Don’t—stop.”

“Hmm? That’s a good girl.” I gave Casey’s rump a squeeze and tugged Eric in close for a kiss once more. His hips slid forward, pressing flush with Casey. Casey groaned and yelped; his tone colored by arousal. I chewed my lip at the delicious sounds that bubbled from the scrawny man as Barlowe began a slow, torturous ride. Arching out and grinding inward as he stroked into Casey’s anus. Casey babbled and shivered. His beautiful, feminine form was glazed with sweat as he endeavored to swallow back his girlish whimpers and moans.

“That’s it... Keep going.” I barely recognized the husky hunger in

my own voice as I poured oil between the joining of their bodies. Eric’s thrusts guided the oily substance inside, further slicking his pace and depth. Casey groaned and moaned out louder as Eric’s thrusts grew more fervent. The strain was evident on Eric’s face as he grimaced through the overwhelming pleasure. Veins throbbed down the length of his shaft, and he grunted as his need to breed took over him.

I was awed by the power in his body and the animalistic drive that propelled him onward. He seemed in a trance as he began to pound into Casey. The loud slaps of their moist bodies colliding lit the air, Eric’s masculine grunts punctuating the lewd symphony. Casey buried his face into the pillow under his head. His yelps and

moans of agonized pleasure were muffled by the down of the cushion.

Turned on by the sight of my husband being utterly dominated, I ground myself into his back. The trench of my pussy burned with desire. I was soaking, leaving trails of my nectar down Casey’s back. This only seemed to heighten his pleasure, and he arched into me, pressing himself firmly along my undercarriage as he was ridden hard. I found myself lost to the ecstasy as I kissed the handsome bull and ground my heated core along the contours of Casey’s slender back.

The three of us carried on in a haze of drunk lust—the tension in our bodies building to another rapturous crescendo. Eric inched closer to the edge, his body tensing and shuddering with each sturdy thrust. Until finally, the dusky titan tumbled over. His beautiful muscles bulged and slacked as his hose-like cock unloaded into Casey. I felt the scrawny man go stiff with surprise at the sensation of the dark stud’s semen filling him. His thin frame shivered violently, and he groaned out in a mix of anguished ecstasy.

I reached down between his legs and felt a string of thick cum leaking from his oddly shaped mushroom tip as it remained trapped in its cage. Driven on by their orgasm, I ground down into Casey’s back harder and felt my own arrival abruptly slam into me. My aqua eyes settled upon the sight of Eric’s plump cock slumping from Casey’s gaped rectum. His semen oozed easily from Casey’s stretched hole. The sight sent me over the edge along with them, and I came on Casey’s narrow back, leaving a trail of my juices smeared across his skin.

Exhausted by the force of the orgasm, I slipped from his back and lay on the bed beside him. Casey peeked up at me from the ditch his chin had dug into the cushion. His makeup smeared, and his

eyes remained wet with shed tears. The deep redness in his cheeks persisted as he watched me with a mix of embarrassment and hope in his eyes. I smiled at him and petted down the moist locks of his tousled russet locks. “Such a good girl—but the night’s still young.” I uttered and rose after catching my breath.

Eric recovered quickly as well, his spent cock already throbbing for more attention by the time I rose from the bed. “W-what? There’s m-more?” Casey whimpered as he struggled up and could barely stand. Instead, he slouched against the side of the bed, his legs weak from the pounding. Eric’s semen oozed down his legs as he tried to stand up again.

“Aww, like a baby fawn—don’t worry, Casey. You’ll be on your back for the rest of the night. Isn’t that right, Eric?”

“Oh, don’t quit on me yet, babygirl. I still got lots to show you.” Eric grinned and stroked his soiled shaft. He marched over to Casey and gripped him by the throat. Casey squeaked as he was pushed down onto the bed and folded up. Eric’s larger body overwhelmed him. I lay beside them, watching and encouraging their tumble—but once Eric was done breaking Casey in, it was my turn for a ride.

I had Casey sit in the corner and watch. His asshole slack and aching, and his oddly shaped prick still caged and taunted into painful turgidity. He remained obediently kneeling in the corner, watching—his face remained soured by disapproval. Had to give it to him—he was consistently stubborn in rebelling against his natural urges, but from the state of him, I could tell he was scarcely containing himself. His eyes remained locked to Eric and me as the dusky stud expended himself inside me again and again in different positions. I wanted my husband to get a good eyeful at every angle.

The jealousy and neediness in Casey’s gaze grew more intense each time Eric or I orgasmed for each other. Eventually, Eric was milked dry and had to retire for the night.

“This has been fun, Harts—but I’ve got a patrol in the morning. I need to get some kind of sleep.” Looking between me and Casey’s kneeling form, he smiled. “But after all that, I think I’m gonna sleep well tonight.” With a wink, he gathered his belongings and left.

With only Casey in the room with me now, I stepped towards him and loomed over him. He stared up at me with a mix of betrayal and yearning burning in his eyes. I just stared at him coldly. He was a mess—his makeup smudged, his panties soiled and rolled to the side, his bra hung loosely around his shoulders, and his slender waist. I smiled at his pitiable appearance and placed my foot on his shoulder. His eyes trailed down to my bare pussy. Eric’s cum freshly leaking from my well-abused hole.

“Mmmh... You know what to do.” I hummed at him and stroked the crown of his pretty head. Casey’s shoulders slumped; his eyes were wide and pleading, but I remained stone-faced and expectant. With a sigh, he knew I wasn’t going to give him any ground from now on. His pride and dignity were utterly shattered by the ebony bull. Instead, he leaned forward, mouth open and tongue ready and attentive, as he began to clean Eric’s cum from the trench of my sex.

“Good girl—from now on, things are going to be different around here. You understand?” My grip in his hair tightened. He said nothing but stared up at me with indignance in his gaze, yet his mouth remained dutiful as he drank back the creamy nectar.

After that night, things returned to normal, but a better normal. Casey stopped sneaking around and became more attentive around the house. Life for me resumed as normal as I returned to

work, though Eric and my relationship had shifted; our flirtations became more hot and heavy. I felt more confident in my relationship with Casey as a result, and I knew how to get what I wanted when I needed it.

On a special night, I prepared a dinner and let Casey settle down and enjoy his meal. I’m sure he assumed, after that night, that things had gone back to the old normal, but I meant to make good on my words. After his meal, I presented him with a gift. Apprehensively, he tore through the paper and opened the box. Inside was a set of lacy, silky lingerie, and his face went paler than usual. His eyes flicked in my direction. I smiled at him and winked. “You should slip that on before our guest arrives.”

“Our...Guest?” He asked with a gulp. Suddenly, a knock came to the door, and my grin widened. I answered it, and in walked a familiar face that made Casey’s hair stand on end. He rose from his seat, a mix of annoyance and arousal mingling on his face.

“Evenin’ Harts—I was just in the area and figured I’d pop in.” Eric winked at Casey, causing the scrawny man to flinch. I leaned my head on Eric’s shoulder and smiled devilishly at Casey. “Be a good girl and try on your present, dear...”