YOUR EYES ON HER

The video ended, but Steve sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his aching engorged dick, the phone still in his hand. The images of the men touching his wife, of her shaking through an orgasm while Rufus held her, replayed without mercy.

When the front door finally opened almost two hours later, Steve was still sitting in the same place, but completely naked this time.

Sugar walked in slowly. Her hair was messy, her black dress was back on, but she wore nothing underneath. The scent of sex, her own arousal, and the faint trace of other men’s cologne came into the room with her.

She stopped a few steps away from him. Her eyes met his, taking in his naked form, and his semi-hard dick.

“You watched it right?” She askedquietly.

Steve nodded once.

“They touched me, and sucked my boobs,” she continued, her voice low and tired. “While he made me cum and he recorded all of it so you would see.”

“I'm sorry my baby.” Steve begged, burying his head in shame.

“You say you are sorry.” She laughed, looking at him from head to toe, her eyes then rested on his dick. “You enjoy watching other men play with your wife… …look at you stark naked, upon how many times you stroked yourself, while watching other men touch me…you are still Steve.” She sighed and sat on the bed.

“Sugar… I..” Steve stammered, unable to form a word.

“Move over here Cuck, Master Rufus said he wants you to clean me. So on your knees.” She ordered, watching how Steve's dick reacted excitedly to her words.

Steve stood up, his legs felt unsteady. He walked toward her and stopped close enough to smell the evidence on her skin.

He sank to his knees in front of her and his hands slid up the backs of her thighs and lifted the hem of her dress. She was still wet, the insides of her thighs slick. The smell of her orgasm and the residual touch of other hands filled his nose.

Steve leaned in and dragged his tongue through the mess between her legs. Sugar’s breath dragged sharply. Her hand settled on the top of his head, not quite pushing him away and not quite pulling him closer.

He licked her slowly and thoroughly, cleaning every trace of her own cum from her folds and the soft skin of her thighs. The taste was sharp, intimate and mixed with the knowledge of what had been done to her in front of strangers.

Sugar’s legs trembled, a soft, broken sound left her mouth as his tongue kept working. Steve did not stop until he had licked her clean. Only then did he rest his forehead against her lower stomach, breathing hard, his own cock stirring painfully hard.

Sugar’s fingers moved through his hair.

“I hated it,” she whispered. “But my body did not. And now you have the taste of it in your mouth.”

Steve closed his eyes and stayed on his knees in front of her, the taste of his wife’s forced orgasm still on his tongue, while the house remained silent around them.

A new message arrived on a Thursday evening. Rufus did not ask this time. He told them the address, the time, and the single instruction that they were to enter the room naked.

Steve read it first, and his dick stirred almost immediately at the thought of what the night would hold. He handed the phone to Sugar without a word.

She read the message slowly. A flush rose up her neck and into her cheeks. When she set the phone down her breathing had already changed. She looked at Steve, and for the first time there was no fear in her eyes, only a dark, restless heat.

“He wants us both again,” she said. Her voice was lower than usual. “I can already feel the heat between my legs.”

Steve’s gave a small laugh and groaned. “Me too. I keep thinking about watching them use you. It makes me hard before I can stop it.”

Sugar’s gaze dropped to the front of his trousers. The shape of his cock was clear. She reached out and pressed her palm against it, feeling it twitch under her hand.

“We should get ready,” she whispered. “I do not want to be late.”

They showered together. The water ran over their bodies while their hands wandered with less hesitation than before. Sugar stroked Steve until he was fully hard. He backed her against the tiles and rubbed his fingers between her legs, finding her already slick. They did not finish each other. They wanted to arrive hungry.

They reached the large house just after nine. Steve parked the car and cut the engine. For a moment they sat in the quiet. Then Sugar opened her door and stepped out. Steve followed.

Standing beside the car in the cool night air, they began to undress. Sugar pulled her dress over her head and dropped it onto the passenger seat. Her bare skin shining in the low light from the house.

Steve removed his shirt, then his trousers and underwear. His dick stood fully hard in the open air. They left their clothes in the car and walked naked toward the front door, the gravel cool under their feet.

Miss Harlow opened the door and looked them over without surprise. Her eyes moved down Steve’s body and settled on his hard cock. She reached out with two fingers and gave it a light, testing tap, then another, watching it bounce slightly under the contact.

“He is ready,” she said calmly, as if reporting a simple fact. Then she stepped aside and led them through a wide hallway into a large room that already held people.

Some of the same faces from the night Sugar had been on the pole were there. Two men. Three women. Quiet conversation that stopped when Steve and Sugar entered naked.

Rufus stood near the centre of the room, shirt already open, a drink in one hand. He looked at them both with the calm satisfaction of a man who had already won.

“You came ready,” he said. His eyes moved over Sugar’s body, then settled on Steve’s hard cock. “Good. That saves time.”

He walked over, took Steve’s cock in his hand, and stroked it slowly. “You arrived hard. And your wife is already wet. I can smell her from here. You both want this now.”

He released Steve and turned to the room.

“You may all use them. Hands, mouths, cocks, whatever you want. But his mouth and his ass are mine first. And I want him to watch his wife while I take him.”

The others moved in. Hands found Sugar at once. One of the women kissed her deeply while a man cupped her breasts from behind and pinched her nipples until she moaned into the kiss.

Another man dropped to his knees and put his mouth between her legs, licking her openly. Sugar’s head fell back. She did not resist. She opened her thighs wider and let the sounds leave her throat freely.

Steve watched every second, his cock leaking steadily. The sight of his wife being used in front of him sent a hot rush through his body that no longer felt like simple shame.

Rufus took Steve by the back of the neck and forced him down onto his knees on the thick rug. He opened his trousers and freed his cock. It was thick, heavy, already hard. He pushed the head against Steve’s lips.

“Open. And keep your eyes on her.”