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The Welcomed Dinner Guest
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
it, yes that's right, with my iPhone." That stunned him. "You did what?" both men asked simultaneously. I swallowed hard. "I said I filmed you so I could show it to a divorce lawyer if I needed to." Paul's face froze. "You want a divorce?" He asked, his voice trembling. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know yet,” I said reticently, “But I know I'm not prepared to spend the rest of my days getting my jollies with a dildo.” "You've got a dildo?" Paul asked angrily. I nodded unhappily. I saw Jerry looking at both of us, deep lines of concentration wrinkling his brow, and to be honest, I thought he was going say he was leaving us to talk. "Ah stop sulking man." Paul looked up at his boss. “So you like looking at porn? Well who doesn’t? But not when someone as hot as Samantha is begging for cock.” Paul looked down at the floor. “Jesus Christ, I'd fuck her any day." 'I didn't want to be fucked any day, I wanted to get fucked today,' my brain screamed, but I kept my mouth shut. "But, but," whined my useless husband and immediately my temper flared. Jerry spoke before I could. "Samantha, would you fuck someone if he," and he nodded at Paul, "Said it was okay." "You mean... like a threesome, with... him." The distaste sounded cruel, but I couldn't help it. "No, no, no," said Jerry shaking his head emphatically. "I mean one on one, you and me doing the horizontal tango!" and he bucked his hips emphatically. My heart screamed yes, but my expression remained cool. I caught sight of ... Jerry's eyes and saw them sparkling with amusement. "Mmmm I don't know," I said hoping the tremor in my voice didn't betray my real feelings. "Paul would never agree to that. It's one thing watching porn, it's quite another watching your wife being boned by another man. especially if the other man is his boss." I glanced at him and saw him looking at me steadily. "Besides," I said coolly, "After everything I’ve been through, why should he be the one to say who I can and can't fuck. One thing’s for sure, I'm done with him." Jerry looked surprised at my outburst. "But I thought you wanted..." "Oh I do," I said huskily, “but before I rip your clothes off, I want to make one thing clear. Paul gave up the right to control me a long ago. If I want to fuck you,” I paused for effect, “I will!” "Please Sammy," whined Paul ingratiatingly. “Oh shut the fuck up, Paul, before you make things worse.” My exasperation was clearly audible. "I never meant to hurt you, it's just..." I looked at him, my stare cold and hard expression shutting him up. “I don’t care,” resting my hand on Jerry’s lap. “You've no idea how much I want to hurt you, to punish and degrade you,” I said vindictively, massaging the thick piece of flesh in my fingers. "I'm sure you do," Paul said flatly, "but we both know you can't... You're too nice... And soft." “Well luckily, I don’t need your permission anymore,” I said cooly and felt the tab of Jerry’s zipper between my fingers. I tugged gently and felt it give. Jerry ...