1. The Hidden Secret


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: allfours, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    watched helplessly as her husband willingly submitted to this degradation. With mixed emotions she noticed that he seemed to be enjoying the sodomising that his captor was giving him. She was sure that she saw him push back to meet each strong thrust of the man fucking him. Repulsed, but at the same time, aroused, she watched as the strong, taut buttocks of the shiny, ebony man worked with relentless efficiency, his cock sliding effortlessly and yet persistently into the willing backside of the man she had lived with for over twenty years. She wanted to look away, but she found that she couldn't. Captivated by the raw, animalistic scene in front of her, she was rooted by a kind of helplessness, almost as if she were tied down herself, thereby creating a kind of bond between her and her husband. The cords of that bond between man and wife was sex. Sheer, primal need, the urge of the animal in each of us ran deep in their veins, and it coursed through them like a tidal wave, despite their privileged lifestyle. But instead of the more traditional form of husband and wife laying together, today it differed. In Richard, it took the form of the need to submit, to be used mercilessly by these men, to feel their mocking comments, their harsh manhandling of his body and their fluids shower him and fill him until the need inside him was totally satisfied. In Eloise, it took the need for her to watch her husband submit to these men, to watch helplessly as she saw a completely hidden ...
    need take hold of the man she thought she knew so well. To sit alone and helpless as her husband willingly submitted to the most basest of behaviour, giving himself freely to their sexual depravities and mock him while they took their fill of his body. Her breathing became shallow as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away. Somewhere, deep inside her, from a part of her that she only knew existed in her darkest moments, there was a stirring. Like a snake that had been awakened in the bowels of her body, she felt it move. Despite years of keeping it locked away in the depths of her being, she felt the shiver of its movement. And in the state of torpor that overwhelmed her, she was powerless to continue controlling it. The beast had awoken, and with every second it became aware of its years of slumber. Determined not to submit to that again, it began to make its way out of the dark depths of its prison, towards the centre of her being, her core, her life-force, the part of her that contained all of her values, her desires, her upbringing, her ambitions, her regrets. The part of her that determined who she was, the part that she was sure she had tamed and owned totally, through hard work, sacrifice and determination to better herself. Eloise felt a subtle yet definite change in herself, as if she had been taken over by someone or something else. She was suddenly aware of the sensual nature of her entire body, and it felt hot, so very hot. A growing desire to take off her dress in ...
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