Cuckold Consequences - Ch 9 (Patreon)

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I'm planning to wrap up this series arch this year, probably in the next few months. Things have been extremely busy but I'm starting to clear the board and get things back in order.I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Things are coming to a head very soon!

Saturday

Julie was in a fog. Completely disassociated from her life. It had been a few days since her doctor's appointment and since then she’d been walking through life as if she were a drone. A robot. No feelings or desires. She simply did what was required.

She got up and went to work. She completed her projects. She ate. She slept. It was a pattern and if anyone noticed anything wrong they simply wrote it off as Julie being focused or maybe they suspected something was wrong, but decided it wasn’t their business. At least not unless it jeopardized their jobs.

Devon didn’t bother Julie, and that was really the only thing she felt thankful for. He didn’t text and didn’t call or come by during work hours. It was as if they were perfect strangers again and honestly, deep down, Julie wished that was the case.

She’d give anything to go back to that Christmas party and tell Tom no. To pull him with her, forget about teasing and titillating some other man, and ravish her husband so any fantasy he might have had was forgotten.

But that wasn’t her life. This was.

The mess she was in. The choices she needed to make. It was all here and now and though she was running on autopilot, she knew sooner rather than later, there were going to be storms and choices she was going to have to weather.

Tom hadn’t contacted her since they’d tried to fuck each other to death. Silence seemed better than the alternative. She didn’t have any more energy to argue. What was done was done.

They’d dived into this lifestyle unprepared and it had been a white water river that had dashed them against the rocks. They didn’t have a raft. Their life jackets were shredded and the shore seemed so far away. If there was any hope, it was slim. Maybe they’d drown. Maybe they'd just be pulled apart and end up on opposite sides of the shore. Julie wasn’t sure what would happen. And a part of her just didn’t want to know. Silence was golden. Being in the dark meant she didn’t have to deal with the ugliness of the truth that her life had become.

When Saturday finally came, Julie had nearly forgotten about Devon’s invitation to accompany him to some sort of club. She couldn’t find the strength to say no. Not because she’d given up hope, but because she was simply running on auto and unable to make any real decisions. Getting the news from the doctor had simply shut her down. The other results that would either help or kill her were still weeks away, and that was being optimistic. So… when Devon texted that he was on his way and that she needed to dress nice and get ready to go, she simply went into her closet and pulled out a nice silk yellow dress and began to get ready.

She didn't much care what would happen tonight. The hints were there. Devon wasn’t being shy about the sort of club this was. Julie did manage to tell him that this was the last time. She’d go with him and do whatever he wanted. A deep dark part of her even wanted to simply indulge. To let herself go. Let all the stress and sadness and anger of the past week vanish and just be… an object. Just one last time.

She liked what Devon did to her in bed. But beyond that, Devon was repugnant as a person. She wasn’t going to date him or go to dinner with him or pursue some sort of domestic like relationship. He was only a dick. A big fat dick. This whole dynamic was supposed to be fun. Dangerous and kinky and erotic. But somewhere along the line it had become poisonous. Or maybe it had always been that way and they hadn’t noticed.

After Tom’s departure, Julie had done a little research and what she’d found out about the cuckolding and hotwifing lifestyle had shaken her. There were lots of layers. Lots of different types of dynamics. But what she’d found out was that she and Tom had neglected so many important things. Communication being one of the key ingredients to a healthy relationship. Julie had neglected Tom. In fact, she’d abused him. And not in a fun way.

Without seeking out Tom and giving him proper aftercare, she’d allowed him to deteriorate. He was a frog in a pot of water that had slowly heated up and finally he’d begun to boil alive. But somehow, he’d managed to jump free before he died. Now he was limping around, wounded and on the verge of death, but still trying. Julie had been that pot. Devon had been that water. She could see now that she’d essentially tried to kill her husband. Maybe not literally, but she’d damaged his ego, his spirit, his heart.

In some ways… Julie was actually disgusted by Tom’s behavior. His lack of courage. Maybe she’d dropped the ball on a lot of things, but Tom had just taken it. He’d let Julie push him aside. Let Devon take over in the bedroom. He’d sat in the corner like one of those wimpy cucks and said absolutely nothing. Maybe if he’d spoken up, Julie might have been able to do something about it, but he’d been silent.

She wasn’t innocent, but she wasn’t completely at fault either.

If she were being more sensible, she’d just go cold turkey. Delete Devon’s number and get a restraining order against him or something. But she wasn’t in her right mind. She was broken and shattered and lost in a fog. So she went through the motions of getting ready, knowing full well that tonight would be the last time she indulged in anything involving Devon.

She wanted her marriage back. And though this step was probably foolish, it was all she could bring herself to do until Tom began talking to her again. If he would talk to her again.

…

The room was the size of a changing room you’d find in a clothing store with a tall locker, mirror and bench to sit on. I’d pulled out the package that had been left inside the locker for me and stripped myself of my nice shirt and slacks. Gwen had insisted I dress nice even though the clothes I wore wouldn’t be the ones I’d have on in the club proper. Those were on the bench in front of me. And… I was still trying to figure out what exactly I’d gotten myself into.

This past week was… insane.

Only a week. How the fuck was that possible. It felt like months. Years. How could my whole life be so drastically turned upside down in just a handful of days?

Naked, I sat down next to the small bundle of… I guess you could call them clothes, put my elbows on my knees and leaned forward, face in my hands. I tried to slow my mind down. To think about each and every thing that had transpired to take me here.

That night with Devon and Julie… it was as if I’d been pulled out of a fugue state. Coming back to myself after a long mental absence. Seeing my wife so utterly used and loving it. Photos and videos sent to me by Devon of their affair… and what else could I really call it but an affair? She’d gone behind my back and done things with Devon that I hadn’t been a part of. She hadn’t told me about it. Probably wasn’t planning on telling me. And even now I knew she hadn’t told me everything. Julie had confessed to some things she and Devon had done when I wasn’t around when we were anger banging. But I knew there was more.

Did that matter now? Did it matter how much she’d done? It wasn’t so much about the actions as it was about the respect and the lies and the dismissal of my feelings. My identity. Julie had come to see me as a cuck. A man that couldn’t satisfy. A man she could demean and laugh at and ridicule while she was given everything. She’d taken my dignity. My pride. And she’d done it flippantly and without really understanding what it was she was doing.

That’s probably what made it worse.

Something done with knowledge and intention might be seen as bad, evil even. But to dismiss and ignore to the point that when you finally pull someone’s heart out you don’t even realize the bloody beating thing in your hand is something important, well… smarter people than me can glen whatever truth there is there. They can argue which is worse. Ignorance or intent. But for me… for me it was worse.

Julie had forgotten me. I was just a prop. She’d figured it out too late and even now I don’t think she fully grasped what she’d done. What I’d allowed her to do. What Devon had helped do.

No one was innocent. There was blame to share in equal measure.

Whatever had made me come to my senses had been the spark that ignited the fuse. Now it was almost burned down to the quick and the dynamite it was attached to was ready to blow. This whole week I’d been inching towards it. Leaving the house. Sleeping with Carrie and Gwen. Going on a date with Carrie. And now agreeing to come to Club Sway… where I would no doubt be involved in things that people thought only happened in porn.

My life was a mess to say the least. I’d somehow managed to scrape back a few shreds of my dignity and pride and self worth thanks to Carrie and Gwen. They’d shown me I wasn’t worthless. That I wasn’t weak. They helped me understand that what had happened to me, to Julie, to my marriage, wasn’t healthy. We needed help. Fucking them… well in a way that was healing, but also selfish. I’d been deprived for months. My frustration had built up to the point I couldn’t think straight. But now… now I was clear headed.

I’d been on the phone with a divorce lawyer this morning as I lay around in my hotel room. I hadn’t set anything in motion yet, but I was laying the groundwork. If it came to it, I wanted the divorce to be simple. Irreconcilable differences. Fifty fifty split. An amicable dissolution of something I thought would be forever.

I didn’t hate Julie. Far from it. I loved her. So much. And part of me wanted to try to work it out. To try to salvage what was the shipwreck of our marriage. But I just… couldn’t see a way. She’d made it clear she liked what they were doing, though admitted we had probably gone too far too fast. She didn’t want to give up the sexual freedom she’d found. And I guess that meant that I wasn’t enough. Not on my own anyway.

Life had been simple once. We were just a loving married couple. Thinking about a family one day. Working towards a dream. And now that dream was gone, fading away like mist burning off in the morning sun. We’d been living in the dark and now light was shining on our misguided sins against each other. There were choices to make. None of them easy. No path was smooth or straight.

I scrubbed my hands through my hair and stood up. All of those things would need to be dealt with soon enough, but tonight… Tonight Gwen had brought me here for some special treatment and by god I was going to enjoy it. Tomorrow I might have to file for divorce. Decide how my life is going to be divided and where I would end up. Would I keep dating Carrie? Sleeping with her and Gwen? What about Gwen? Was she interested in me? I’d be stupid not to be interested in her.

All good questions. But tonight… Tonight I wasn’t going to think with the head on my shoulders. The man downstairs was going to call the shots and I was just going to go along for the ride.

…

Bright adjusted their eye mask, white lace that clung tightly to the contours of their nose and cheeks. They looked themselves over in the bathroom mirror, admiring the new outfit they’d been issued tonight to help with a special guest. Their bra was merely a strip of white lace that held their little tits tightly, pink nipples pressing against the intricate pattern. The panties were custom, with a cock sleeve to fit their penis tight like a second skin or condom, and a string going up between their ass cheeks. It was the most exposed they’d been in a sexual situation. It was embarrassing and yet at the same time empowering.

There was no hiding their body in this outfit. They were exposed. On display. And not a single person in the club was judging them. In fact, they’d gotten several offers since coming in a half hour ago. But Ivy had requested their assistance tonight and after getting briefed on the details knew that tonight might not be a night of sexual gratification. At least not in the traditional sense.

Ivy’s guest was due any minute and they wanted to be ready to assist the Mistress of the house in any way she wished.

Bright brushed back their hair and gave their cheeks a couple soft slaps psyching themselves up.

“Nervous?”

The voice made Bright jump and then turn to see Cherish standing with a large grin on her beautifully red lips. She was a tall woman, dark auburn hair falling in waves. Behind the eyemask that was in the pattern of a spider web, her eyes almost glowed a deep emerald green. Bright’s cock went erect immediately seeing Cherish’s body on display. She wore a sheer mesh bodysuit, the patter that of spider webs interconnecting in mesmerizing patterns. Her beautiful tits were completely free, hanging out of two openings in the mesh, little dark black web pasties on her nipples that let just the tip of her nubs show. Heavenly thighs were encased in dark shiny latex stockings with stiletto heels that gave her another couple inches. The mesh patterns came together at her crotch, over her smooth cunt framing it perfectly.

“Geez!” Bright laughed and blushed, embarrassed and yet not that their cock was straining against the lace cock sleeve of their panties.

Cherish chuckled. “I know. Ivy really went overboard. But tonight's sort of special. I’ve invited a guest.”

Bright’s eyes widened. “Really? You are the one that set this up?” A part of them felt jealous. Cherish, or rather, Gwen, had set Bright up with the invite to Club Sway. It made them feel special. But was Gwen just giving these invites out like candy?

“Oh don’t look so jealous.” Cherish walked forward to the mirror over the long marble sink with slow moving waterfalls rather than faucets. “This is a special situation. Otherwise I only give out invites rarely, if ever. This will only be my fourth time.” She looked herself over in the mirror, adjusting the mesh around her breasts and making sure their eyemask was on tight.

“What’s so special about this invite?” Bright folded their arms under their breasts, genuinely curious.

Cherish hesitated. “Let’s just say this friend got themselves into a bit of a difficult situation that really fucked with their head. I’ve been trying to help pull them out of it but there's only so much I can do. I need professional help.”

Bright laughed. “And you’re bringing them here? Maybe therapy would be better? Well, depending on what sort of situation we are talking about.”

“He needs Ivy’s brand of treatment. Some confidence about themselves. Their sexuality. I’m sure therapy is gonna be on the list at some point, Lord knows he’s gonna need it considering what he’s been through. But for now…” Cherish grinned wickedly and turned to Bright. “Tonight he needs to get his brains utterly fucked up beyond recognition.”

Again Bright laughed, chuckling, making their breasts bounce and sway in the tight lace wrap. “Well. I’ll be happy to help. But I think Ivy just has me assisting, like, being a gopher sort of thing.” Their cock was still raging hard looking at Cherish.

She looked down at Bright’s erection and giggled. “Well I appreciate that. Who knows, maybe you’ll get pulled into the mix. But before we go out… would you like a little relief? Can’t have you being distracted when Ivy needs you focused.” Cherish took a step towards Bright, almost a foot taller than them in the heels, and caressed her hand along the length of their penis, nails tracing the lace over the burning soft skin.

“Mmmm… I wouldn’t mind.” Bright grinned. They’d only been to the Club a couple times in the last week, but in that short time they’d learned a lot. Especially with the educational videos that the club provided on their private site. “Why don’t you squat down little spider and put your pretty red lips to good use.”

“Ohhhh someone's gotten feisty.” Cherish whispered leaning down close, her lips brushing against the corner of Bright’s mouth. “Maybe sometime soon you can be even more… feisty when it’s just the two of us.”

Bright moved their hand slowly between Cherish’s thighs and touched the burning soft skin of her tight slit. “I’ve been dying to bury myself inside this little hole.”

“It’s tight. Are you sure that lovely thick cock will fit? Hmmm? Maybe you’ll have to force it in.”

A low growl rumbled from Bright’s throat. “We will have to see. But for now… kiss it. All over. I want your lipstick to rub off all over the lace.”

Cherish giggled and squatted down, her ass pressing against the spiked heels of her boots. She put her hands behind her back like a good girl and moved her mouth to the pulsing lace covered rod before her and began to slowly kiss. Firm. Letting her lips rub and smear the thick red lipstick on the white lace. Cum started to dribble and ooze through the material, staining Cherish’s lips and further making the lipstick rub and smear and stain.

“Ohhhh fuck.” Bright moaned, hands going to their tits and squeezing their nipples. “Like that Cherish. Yessss, your mouth is so good.”

“Wait till you get to fuck it.” She purred and continued kissing all over. The lace was quickly turning pinkish red all along the length and tip and over the lace encased balls.

Bright began to pant, feeling their balls stir with boiling need for release. More and more precum was leaking out from the tip, oozing and seeping through the lace, dripping in thick drops down their length only to be slowly kissed and licked up by Cherish’s tongue.

“Mmmm tastes so good.” Cherish hissed and began to kiss over and over along the oozing tip.

Bright’s thoughts were beginning to dim, being overtaken by lust and need, the power of an orgasm to completely blind their mind. They still were having trouble reconciling that this woman kneeling and licking and swallowing their semen was their kind, but rigid boss at work. How were they supposed to look them in the eye after events like this? But those thoughts were for a later time. Now…

“Uhhhhhhuhhhuhhh!” Bright began to cum, the lace preventing their semen from shooting in the long streams they’d usually have. Instead it gushed and dripped and trickled out.

Cherish opened her mouth, tongue out just barely touching their tip and letting the cum dribble down onto it. She looked up at Bright with burning eyes as they continued to grunt and release.

It was all over far too quickly and though the release felt good and did help to clear Bright’s mind, they still felt need. Their cock softened but didn’t fully become flaccid. They felt the warmth and stickiness of their semen coating the panties, now clinging even tighter along their whole length.

The lovely woman stood back up and seductively traced a finger along her lips and sucked it off with a loud smack. “Mmm. You are so sweet.” She winked, eliciting a laugh from them both.

“Well, enough of our pregame fun. We have a job to do.” Cherish turned back to the mirror one last time to check her lipstick which was now a bit lighter having smeared and left many prints all over Bright’s panties.

Bright noticed that the woman’s pussy seemed more pink, flushed and glistening with arousal. It made their cock stir again.

“Right.” They said, pulling themselves away from what they wanted and focusing on the job they’d been recruited for tonight.

…

Standing before Ivy was both unnerving and blood boiling. She was sex. Pure and simple. The woman was as tall as me, her dark brunette hair wavy and pulled over one shoulder with what looked like pink tinsel woven in. Her body was exquisite and barely covered. The pink body suit was all sparse lace flowers and thin straps that clasped at the back of her neck, along her back and the bottoms only a small lace flower sticking up between her taught ass cheeks. The crotch of the lingerie was fully transparent showing a flowering vagina with soft pink lips that opened like a tulip and pressed against a similar lace flower.

As exposed as she was, with delicate lingerie and pink stiletto heels, there was nothing soft about her. She was fully confident and in control and to my shock, I had no doubt if she told me to kneel and lick the toe of her heel, I’d do it.

Scary.

She smiled, her lips a delicious bubblegum pink that matched her glittery eyeshadow, the eyeliner a darker shade of pink making her dark eyes pop out dangerously. “Have you chosen a name?”

I glanced around the lobby of the club. Rich. Decident. Marble and gold and expense. There were others, but they’d given me and Ivy a wide berth and were clearly not listening. This woman gave off the true air of control and authority. No doubt she wasn’t a woman to be trifled with and if anyone tried to eavesdrop, they would be dealt with.

“Um…” I cleared my throat and scratched my neck. “Sure.”

“What is it? I need to know what to call you while I give you the grand special tour.” Her smile was wicked and dangerous. Seductive.

“Sure.” I repeated.

Her head cocked. “Are we playing a game of Who’s on first?” She grinned playfully.

I chuckled. “Sorry. The name I’ve chosen is Sure.”

Ivy nodded slowly, eyes narrowing as she considered what I said. “Hmm. As in… cocksure?” There was that wicked grin again that made my cock harden further.

Blood rushing to my erection was pleasurable but also painful. Part of my outfit was a cock ring that my instructions had told me to put on, circling around my base and balls and holding my erection continually. The rest of my outfit was barely anything. A black bowtie. Shiny black sleeves that connected along my back. Black socks and shiny black shoes. That was it. I was otherwise naked, exposed, and wholly embarrassed and yet confident.

There were men and women and others milling around the club who were dressed just as scandalous and strange. I got looks, but none of them were judgemental or disgusted. In fact, all of them were lustful or appraising. Many eyes lingered on my throbbing erection. Which only made it more stiff.

Ivy kept her seductive grin on as she took a closer step to me. “I think that’s a good name. You’re… Sure, of yourself. As you should be.” Her eyes slid down along my body to my throbbing dick. “Very cocksure.” Her tongue licked her lips. “Hmmm… so, are you ready for the tour? I have an idea of where we can start, where we go from there… will be up to you.”

I cleared my throat, pulling at the tight bowtie. “I… sounds good. Lead the way.”

“We have to wait just a moment for… ah, there they are.” Ivy gave a demure wave to a couple of people crossing the lobby from the restrooms. One was a shorter looking individual who had beautiful small breasts barely held in a strip of white lace and a cock in lace panties bouncing, the lace was stained with red lipstick and looked wet and sticky from what I could only surmise was cum. I wasn’t sure what sex the person was or how they wanted to define themselves so I kept my mouth shut.

The other was clearly a woman and… oh shit it was Gwen. No question. I’d become familiar with her body over the last few days and there was no denying that the woman walking towards me in a body stocking of spiderweb patterned lace. I knew she was a member, obviously because she’d invited me, and we’d come to the club together, but this wasn’t something I’d expected.

She winked at me through her mask and blew a little kiss. Her and the other individual came to stand next to Ivy and I.

“Sure, this is Cherish and Bright.” Ivy motioned to Gwen and the other individual. “Bright goes by they/them, if you’re curious and want to be polite. Though slut and whore work well too.” Her smile was utterly wicked and Bright’s cheeks burned. Ivy let out a soft chuckle and turned to Bright, giving them a soft kiss on the cheek. “They will be assisting us as we give you the grand tour. Bright is only observing. Cherish however…” Ivy stepped close to the other woman and reached between her legs, a single finger tracing through the folds that were tightly held in the mesh of her bodysuit. “She is readily available. As well as me.” Ivy turned back to face me and gave a wink.

Cherish seemed surprised that Ivy was offering herself, though it was only a fleeting moment and it passed. Gwen had said she knew Ivy. That this had all been arranged. Honestly I hadn’t been expecting to be spending time with Gwen, though not exactly surprised. And Bright… Bright definitely seemed familiar. But I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

If I was right and Bright was actually Jami… the only one missing was Carrie. But she’d actually gone home tonight for a change. Most of her time this week had been spent with me in my hotel when she wasn’t at work. We hadn’t gone on any more dates, not yet anyway, but I was actually finding myself eager to do so.

That feeling was exciting and unsettling. My marriage… it was essentially over. Had been for a while now. Longer than this week. This week had just been the breaking point. The illusion was shattered. Julie had cut me out of our relationship long ago. Maybe even from the very beginning. Not consciously, but the moment she’d stepped into this new realm of pleasure and taboo and risk, she’d relished in it. It fit her. Ignited something that had obviously always been there. She was a submissive, cuckolding slut.

And that wasn’t me being mean or degrading. It was who she was. A part of her sexuality that had been laying dormant and undisturbed. But now it was alive and roaring and wandering the whole of the earth looking for prey. Julie was alive.

Ivy took my hand and began to lead me through the club. Halls and rooms. Open areas and closed off private sections. I saw whips and chains. I saw leather straps and velvet. The smell of sex was thick and intoxicating as well as stomach churning, like the many fragrances of a bakery. I caught glimpses of people engaging in numerous activities. Some as simple as sensually dancing. A small stage for a strip show with men and women alike surrounding it, watching. Of course I also saw sex. Lots and lots of sex. In all sorts of positions, costumes. Moans and screams and cries. Yelps and pleas. Whips snapping. Hands slapping soft flesh. Splashing juices. It was an orgy of the senses that had my cock so hard with the ring it was becoming engorged and purple, like it might burst.

“Don’t worry.” Ivy whispered as she looped her arm through mine and lay her head against my shoulder. “We will get you some relief very soon. I have a nice relaxing introduction for you and then we can go over some of the possibilities that might be of help to you tonight.” Her other hand reached down and caressed my member, making me grit my teeth at the sensation.

“Mmm, Gwen wasn’t lying when she told me about you. So nice. A very beautiful cock. It’s going to feel so good inside me, Sure. So. Fucking. Good.” She nipped at my ear. It was clear that by what she said that it wasn’t an invitation, it was a promise.

As we made our way down a dark maroon hall, plush with black crushed velvet carpet, we passed by a small open room, double doors wide. In the center of the room a rather hairy rotund man lay on a lush rug, a woman straddling his lap impaling herself over and over on his thick erection. The walls of the room were covered in mirrors, as well as the ceiling, allowing anyone and everyone to see every angle. There were others standing in the room, watching and waiting. Behind the woman another man stood, squatting down, pulling the woman’s hair violently back and ramming his cock into her asshole. Though the room was lined with mirrors the lighting was dim so as not to blind everyone. It was hard to make out details, though it was hardly necessary.

The woman was dressed in leather straps with silver rings allowing her nipples to poke through. A collar at her neck, tight and clearly cutting off a bit of her air. Thigh high leather stiletto heels, licked against the carpet as she rode the fat man, ass slapping his wet hairy thighs as well as smacking against the more fit man fucking her ass. She was arched back, breasts bouncing as she was pulled by her hair. Another man was standing next to her pulling her mouth open with both hands and spitting into her mouth.

“Fucking whore! This is what you want. Swallow it you bitch!” He slapped the woman, making her cry out. The man in her ass rammed hard, pulled her hair. “No whining you little pig!”

Below her, the hairy seal of a man held her ass tight, thrusting his cock into her cunt over and over with wet squelching lewdness that made my mind swim. The woman’s face was half covered by a white doll-like mask obscuring her eyes and nose and cheeks. With whimpering cries she swallowed the spit after gargling it. I’m not sure she meant to do that but it was erotic either way.

“Good fucking cunt. Now swallow my fucking balls.” The man that had spit in her mouth took her hair from the man ass fucking her and pulled her roughly down to his dangling midsized cock, lifting it up to show his swollen balls. He had a cock ring around them, much like I did around my shaft. The dangling sack was bulging and swelling with blood as it was tightly held. Without waiting, he shoved the balls into the woman’s mouth. Smacking her cheek. “All. Take them all bitch! Fucking ball sucking pig!”

I watched the action, astounded. Obviously I knew there were people that liked this sort of thing. Hell, I’d even indulged in some of it, though never to this sort of degree. It was arousing and sickening. It was the mixture I’d first felt that night watching Julie and Devon in the hotel room. It was that thrill of wrong. Of being useless, forced to watch. But still present. It was this horrifying paradox I just couldn’t resolve. And maybe that’s why it was so intoxicating. A poison that made your heart pound and life rush before your eyes but didn’t quite kill you. It just brought you to the edge. 

“If you want, you can join in.” Ivy suggested. “That young woman seems very eager. A prospective member on a visit much like yourself.”

I shook my head. I was trying to get away from this degradation. To pull myself away from it. Gwen and Carrie had pushed me this week. Pulled me out of my spiral and gave me back some of my dignity and integrity. Though my self worth and image still needed a lot of work. A week of exploratory sex and a night at an exclusive sex club wasn’t going to heal all the deep wounds that were festering within me. But this was like the deluge of antibiotics a doctor would prescribe when a patient was fighting an infection. First get things under control, then start going in with targeted precision.

I was going to need a therapist. That would probably come along with the divorce lawyer. The courts would probably insist upon marital counseling. And that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. As bad as things were, and as much as I believed we were too far gone, I did still love Julie. I didn’t want to divorce her.

As for what that meant for me and Carrie… or Gwen… ugh. Things felt even more complicated now.

How had I gone from no sex and feeling like nothing, to being part of a tiny harem within a week? Was I in some sort of bad sex story? Some male fantasy? Or maybe my luck was just that good?

“No. I… I think I need something less…” I tried to find the words.

Ivy nodded and trailed one of her nails along my jawline. “Less volatile and more… sensual. Yes. I know what you mean. Come. I have the perfect thing planned for you my Cock Sure friend.”

She pulled me away from the room of mirrors, Cherish and Bright following closely behind and the cries and wails and gasps of the woman being roughly gangbanged fading away.

…

Julie’s mind had left her body. She could still hear. Feel. She was experiencing everything that her physical self was being put through, but she was also afloat in nothingness. Watching the last several months of her life slowly play out before her while in the background a porn played, a movie where she was the star, but wasn’t getting paid.

She watched the happy parts of her life slowly twist and crumble and stain. Like poorly stored film, left to decay. 

Before she’d pleaded ignorance of Tom’s withering mental state, but now she could see clearly. It had always been right in front of her.

When she was getting fucked, filled by Devon’s cock and spewing out the demeaning words her debauchery conjured, she saw the conflicting emotions on her husband’s face. Arousal. Excitement. Pain. Acidic experiences that were getting etched into his flesh and his bones. She witnessed how he was broken down bit by bit, and all the while she ignored it.

Tom wasn’t blameless. He could have spoken. There’d been plenty of moments he could have.

One moment played before her. One among many.

Sweat soaked. Legs dripping with her squirted juices and Devon’s cum dripping along her inner thighs. Pussy puffy and pink from how violently Devon had fucked her. Pushed against the floor length mirror in the bedroom, breasts smashed to the glass, hair pulled back and his cock thrusting into her, she’d stared back at Tom, sitting in that now familiar chair.

Somehow…a moment of clarity… Julie stared back at her husband as she was used like a cheap whore and mouthed “are you okay?”. 

Tom hadn’t said a word. Instead he’d watched as Devon pushed her face against the mirror, arching her back and ass out and spreading her legs, lunging inside her over and over. His heavy balls swaying and slapping her clit.

“Ohhh holy fuck take my cock you bitch. Fucking swallow every inch! Show him what that pretty cunt can do!” Devon’s grunts were grizzled and thready from his heavy breathing.

Julie took Tom’s silence as acceptance.

All his silence. All this time. He hadn’t been accepting. He’d been screaming. He had a mouth. But no voice. She’d taken it from him. Julie had neutered her husband. Taken his confidence. His dignity.

Worse.

She’d taken the love they’d shared and allowed Devon to spray his cum all over it. Coating it with his musky scent and stickiness. Every page of their lives was now plastered together by that human glue Devon had a seemingly limitless supply of.

And she loved it. Or at least… she had loved it.

Some primal abyss had cracked open inside of her when they started this affair with Devon. Thrilling and dangerous and new. But that was before there were consequences. Their actions had finally caught up with them. Emotions that had been set aside were now raw and bleeding. She’d neglected her husband, and done it willingly and gladly.

Tom had indulged in the taboo paradox of hate and love and desire and sickness. Now sickness had won. If he’d stayed any longer, there was no doubt that Tom’s fate would have been…

Julie let tears slip down her cheeks. It didn’t matter how good her body felt from the two cocks deep in her holes and the other stuffed down her throat. The hands on her tits pulling and twisting and sucking. The spanks and slaps that made her sting but also made her blood rush. She was in utter despair. Her mind was swirling with blackness and self defeat. It was a swirling nightmare of vile words and actions. Of feelings and things that were thought but never said but were just as sharp and deadly.

If Tom hadn’t found the strength to pull himself free. To walk away. Julie imagined it… as she was taken and used and abused…

Tom’s eyes hollow. Sitting naked and defeated. Worthless.

Her mind's eyes were colored in red. Life. Seeping out.

Tom would never have survived. He’d have ended it. And Julie wouldn’t have been able to blame him. Because it would have been all on her. Because of her words and actions. Because of how she’d neglected what she’d promised to him on their wedding day. To love and cherish.

Oh Tom. You deserve better.

This is what I deserve. I’m just holes. I’m just an object. After what I’ve done to you… after… how could I have let… how could…

It was still too early, but she could imagine her belly swelling. Of what it would look like. She’d imagined it many times and it had been so joyous.

Now? It was sickening. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen and she didn’t even know what to do.

Her marriage was over. No doubt Tom was looking into divorce. Even after their day of words and intense relations, she’d felt and seen in her husband how broken things were.

Julie surrendered herself to the carnage of being passed around the room. Used. Filled and fucked. It was more than she deserved. This was pleasure. She wanted pain. Needed to be punished. Needed to be put in her place.

The feeling of thick cum shooting inside her already seeded womb made her eyes roll and an orgasm wash over her like blazing heat from a deadly furnace. Another feeling of shooting semen into her rectum. A spray in her throat and gushing goo onto her face and tits. She was an object. This was what she deserved.

So Julie let go. She abandoned her consciousness and floated in her guilt and numbness and let the men and whomever around her have their way.

And quietly and secretly during it all… she imagined Tom. His eyes on her. Witnessing her debauchery and wishing she could just tell him one more time that she loved him.

…

This would be a perfect way to die. After all the bullshit I’d been through in the last months, in the last week, laying like this being worshipped by two of the most beautiful women and watching an equally attractive person standing alongside, stroking themselves in a pair of erotic fitted panties with oil soaking through the fabric making me question my sexuality and what I found arousing, then I could die happy. Or at least die not feeling miserable.

The room Ivy had taken us to was cozy, with a fireplace blazing, a soft fur rug and large circular bed in the center. The light was low, mostly coming from the fire. I was on my back, legs lifted up and spread. Ivy knelt over my face, her pristine slit glistening in the firelight just inches above my face. I could smell her musk, her scent, the pheromones wafting from her sex and little glittering droplets falling to my open mouth. She tasted like mint and salt. Her ass was shaped firmly like a heart, in perfect view as I stared up along her back and spine.

Behind me, helping hold my legs open and spreading my ass cheeks, Cherish was kneeling down with her tongue plunging deeply into my asshole. I was effectively upside down, feeling Cherishe’s tongue licking around my rim and then pushing in. Ivy was right next to her, leaning in over my dangling legs and licking and sucking along my sack and taint. It was torture and bliss. I couldn’t hold back the moans as the girls slathered their spit and saliva all over my nether region.

Thewwww. Cherish spit into my asshole and slowly licked it up, her tongue slithering deeply. Ivy was softly gasping as she suckled one testicle and then pulled off, sucking at the tight skin and then diving in for the next.

My cock was throbbing and dripping precum down my stomach as it hung in the air over me.

Just behind Ivy, Bright stood with a bottle of oil dripping all down their front, their breasts exposed and shining and their cock rock hard and the lace of their panties clinging tightly as they slowly moved their free hand up and down, adding to the erotic visuals.

I’d never been aroused by the male anatomy and honestly wasn’t bi curious at all. But after months of watching Devon plunge his cock into my wife in numerous positions, watching her worship and slobber and suck and kiss it, I had to admit that something had sparked inside me about the visual. I had no desire to touch or taste at all, but watching it… especially when it was on the nicely sensual body that Bright had, was just making my arousal that much harder to control as the two beautiful women rimmed me.

“Your ass tastes so bitter, Sure.” Cherish moaned and put her lips all around my puckered hole and lapped fast and fluttery.

“MMM his balls taste so fucking salty. So full of something sweet.” Ivy crooned, wiggling her ass over my face and reaching back to peel open her ass and pussy lips. “You wanna put that sweet cream in this little hole, Sure? Hm? Wanna breed me?”

I groaned, unable to find words due to all the sensations that were robbing me of any way of forming speech.

“What do you think, Sure? Am I lying? Is the mistress of the house teasing you about shooting your boiling cum inside and getting me pregnant? Or am I telling the truth? Maybe I prepared just for you. A special treat for a friend. Hmmm?” Ivy’s tongue lashed at my dangling throbbing member.

“How about it, Sure? Wanna fuck a baby into a stranger?” She slapped at her plump pussy lips and a splash of her glistening drips fell onto my face.

“FUCK.” I grunted, legs trembling.

Cherish slapped my hairy ass. “Hold still. I’m enjoying my meal.” She giggled and to my surprise and horror her finger pressed inside along with her twisting tongue.

“Mmmm fuck, push in…just to there sweet heart. That’s where his prostate is. Do you feel it?” Ivy instructed, one hand still holding herself open to my eyes and her other going to hold the back of Cherish’s head.

My eyes darted back to watch Bright as they stroked their covered cock and balls, dripping and glistening and shining in the firelight. Both hands were now moving all over their genitals, groaning and watching me getting worshiped.

The press of Cherish’s finger made me gasp and nearly explode.

“Hold. Hold still honey bunch. Sweet little Spider. Don’t make him blow yet… not till he’s inside me.”

“Why do you get him first?” Cherish giggled as she lightly wiggled her finger and traced her lips along my rim.

“Because I own this establishment. You’re both guests. And the second I saw his pretty cock I knew I was going to let him make me fucking scream.” Ivy stood up, legs wide as she stood over me and looked down with a wide smile. “You ready for some more fun? Are you Cock Sure enough?”

I was panting, trying to keep myself from cumming too soon. This was overwhelming in a whole new way. I thought fucking Gwen and Carrie together had been a challenge. But this… this was a whole new level. Ivy knew what she was doing. It was more than just the atmosphere of the room, it was every detail. The smell. The visuals. Lighting. She had everything set up perfectly to keep someone on edge and aroused.

Cherish continued rubbing against my prostate, her tongue still lapping at my taint and rim as Ivy positioned herself over me, my legs dangling and open as she positioned herself between them.

Looking up I had the perfect view of her smooth mound, her hand grabbing hold of my cock and bringing it to her entrance. This was like a combination of the pile driver and amazon position. Or something. I wasn’t very well versed in sexual position names. Squatting slightly, standing between my open legs as I was upside down, Ivy slowly lowered her slit onto my engorged purple head.

“Oh…oh holy fuck…” Ivy gasped as my head peeled open her lips, pressed to her tight warm dripping hole and slowly slipped inside like a tight fist covered in lotion. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk.” She gasped loudly as I sank in deeper, watching this amazing position. The pressure on my cock. The feeling of her tight warmth squeezing so heavenly.

Cherish pressed against my prostate and continued licking.

“Bright!” Ivy gasped, looking back, hair flying wildly. “Get that panty covered cock in my ass, now!” It was a lustful order that made my whole body shudder and more precum began to pour out, but this time filling up Ivy’s pristine pink tunnel.

Bright didn’t even hesitate. Clearly in need just as much as all of us were. They came forward, standing over me and behind Ivy as she was squatting a bit lower, my cock entering deeper and opening her cheeks to give Bright access.

They kept their panties on, like a skin tight oiled condom made of lace, slick and warm, they placed their cock at Ivy’s puckered pink star and pressed inside with a gurgling groan.

I watched as their lace covered member vanished with slick ease into Ivy’s asshole, my cock sliding balls deep into her cunt and balls pressed to her clit. Cherish’s tongue deep in my ass along with her pressing finger teasing me and urging me to go over the edge. I could only imagine she was also rubbing her pussy as we were entangled in this strange erotic knot.

Oil dripped down along with juices from Ivy’s pussy and my own overflowing precum, splashing my face mixing with my sweat. It was disgusting and somehow so arousing that…

I was losing my breath. Things were beginning to black out.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” Ivy was bouncing herself on me. Bright was fucking deeply into her ass and holding her hips as they pressed their oiled tits to Ivy’s back. “Fuck me! Ohhh fuck me fuck fuck!” She screamed out.

Cherish slathered my ass with her spit and tongue. We were all moaning. Panting. Screaming.

“Fill my cunt Tom! Fill it!” Ivy screamed, letting my name loose to the whole room.

But I didn’t care about my anonymity anymore. It was likely everyone knew everyone here. Or would by the end of the night. 

I stared up at Ivy’s stuffed holes and couldn’t hold back. My orgasm rocked me to my core. Cum shooting out so powerfully and painfully I blacked out for a solid five seconds as I gushed inside the woman, flooding her pussy with my potent hot sperm. It overflowed quickly, getting pushed out as Bright gasped and thrust and began cumming in their panties and in Ivy’s asshole.

Ivy was right there with all of us. Screaming in orgasm. Cherish licking and kissing and gasping as she too succumbed to her own orgasm.

We were a mewling, moaning, crying beast of four backs. Twisted skin, sweat, holes. We froze in our pleasure. The world was swimming and spinning. Crackling sizzles from the fire soon became the only thing we could hear as we collapsed into a heap on the soft rug. Our mess leaking and dripping out onto the fibers, making them sticky and slick.

I let myself lay there, staring into the flame, wondering if they were the fires of Hell and this was supposed to be some sort of torment. It was fitting enough. My life had gone to hell because of my perverted desires and taboo kinks. But this didn’t feel like infernal torment. Maybe this was baptism by fire. Cleansing the pain and filth through pleasure.

Either way, I knew the longer I stayed and the more I participated, the hotter I was going to burn.