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T aking in the sight that greeted him on the bed, their bed, Richard didn’t know what to say.

It was a new experience for him.

Good or bad, he usually could always be relied upon to spit out some sort of asinine observation. Of course, it wasn’t every day you walked in on your wife riding another woman’s face to what could only be described as an earth-shattering orgasm.

Especially when it happened to just be their babysitter’s face she was riding.

The same babysitter who’d been under his desk sucking his cock that very morning.

Ironic, considering they didn’t even like sharing cutlery at dinner.

“Well, when you said you had a surprise for me, I wasn’t expecting this.” He forced himself to speak, the words catching in his throat, as thick and sticky as toffee as the sight of them tore at him. Tore and slashed with icy talons set aflame. The blaze scorched the surface to black blisters while the icy edge cut deeper than bone. It left him numb to the world but merged with the guilt of his own misdeeds to plague his conscience. “You’ve surpassed yourself this time.”

His voice’s flat tone and that detached look shimmering in his dark eyes quickly hit Alice in a cold cascade that twisted her stomach into knots of dread. She had never seen her husband look so… She couldn’t put a name to it. It was neither anger nor sadness, but something in between. Something that seemed to hone the sharp lines and smooth planes of his broad, handsome face, somehow making him even more devastatingly attractive. Lost, no, forlorn, that was it. She had never seen him look as forlorn as he did just then.

It tore at her heart to see him so wounded, and it hung a weight of guilt and regret about her neck. Whatever her reasons had been, she’d never wanted to hurt him.

However much Rebecca’s confession had stung her, the betrayal was only an idea, while he was seeing her with his own eyes. Just the idea of being in his shoes, of walking in without warning to find him going balls deep in the girl’s tight little cunt, was enough to make her feel sick.

He was taking it in his stride though and, for all her wanting to comfort her husband and tell him how much she loved him, she saw his challenge. Saw it and accepted it, refusing to falter under his cool glare, but met it head on. Her eyes were hard and challenging even as she gave him her best sexy, faux-innocent pout. “Surprise, Dick ,” she purred sweetly, bending a hand down to stroke Rebecca’s hair. “Someone let slip about how you helped her the other night, and well, I decided she needed a little lesson in manners.”

And not to fuck with other people’s husbands.

“Really?” If he hadn’t just walked in on it, it would have been almost impossible to tell she’d just come down from a hard orgasm. Her voice was just as sensuously throaty as he’d ever heard it. His eyes glanced down to where the top of the girl’s head was peeking out from between his wife’s thighs. She’d stopped what she was doing when he’d spoken, and her doe eyes stared up at him, wide and unsure. “Funny sort of lesson.”

“You know me,” Alice shrugged, pushing the locks of her dark hair that had tumbled across her face back into place. It was an offhand remark, but he didn’t miss the hidden meaning behind the words.

Oh yes, he knew her. Alice was a vixen. Beautiful, strong willed, determined. A woman who knew what she wanted. She also loved her games and could be a right ball breaker.

Hell hath no fury, as they say, and Alice was definitely not a woman to scorn.

“Umm… Mr Martin, I’m er…” Rebecca spoke up, her voice shaky.

“Oh, I think you can call him by his name now, dear. I’d say we’re all well past the formality stage.” Alice cut in, only half teasing as she touched a hand to her hair and, without breaking eye contact with her husband, directed the girl’s mouth back to her pussy. “And I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

They were going to continue with him still there, standing over them. It was like she’d slapped his face.

“Well, would you like me to leave so you can finish your lesson?” Richard asked, trying desperately to keep his voice easy despite the storm of tension gathering around them.

If she sent him away now, then it would be over. Them. Their marriage. Their family. Everything.

Alice held his gaze for a moment, considering. Time seemed to hold its breath, then a current suddenly ran through her and her head fell back with a long moan. “Go? Oh no, no, no, you silly boy, I’m only… only just getting started. Now it’s time for you to get your lesson.” With her hips gyrating, curling and grinding into Rebecca’s mouth as the girl resumed tonguing her clit. She pointed towards the chair that sat in the room's corner. “Go. Si-sit over there- oh fuck, Mmm… I want you to watch. Watch your little slut make me cum again.”

And without a word, Richard did exactly that.

It was odd. A part of him knew he should be and indeed was fucking furious. Furious at Rebecca. At Alice. At them both for what they’d done and what they were doing. However, there was another part, a much larger part, the part that had been winding itself up in guilt-ridden knots, that felt almost… relieved. He’d fucked up, he’d cheated, but now so had she.

People liked to say two wrongs don’t make a right… and in an ideal world, they wouldn’t, but the world wasn’t a perfect place. Morally corrupt or not, revenge felt good.

So if this was what his wife wanted to do, to make herself feel better about the situation, who was he to stand in her way?

And after his own misadventures that day, with both Scarlet and Rebecca, it was a much more merciful punishment than he deserved.

Alice could have cried for joy at that moment.

She’d been so afraid. So terrified he might walk out of the room, and her life with it. The relief she felt, watching him drop into the armchair, mingled with the feel of the slick tongue fluttering over her oversensitive clit, almost made her cum again. No matter what, she loved her husband, and always would. She wasn’t ready to lose him, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t punish him when he’d been so naughty.

And he’d been a very naughty boy.

“Oh fuck! Yeah… that’s it, slut, just like… oh fuck, oh fuck!” she moaned, the words leaving her in a rush, her hips curling, fucking Rebecca’s hot little mouth as that wicked tongue fucked her. The knowledge that Richard was watching her do this turned her on more than she would have imagined. The throbbing in her clit and the waves of pleasure rushing through felt so much more intense this time round. It all felt so good. So good, her eyes instinctively closed against the sensation, but when she opened them again, it was to see her husband watching her from the chair.

And as their eyes met, it took everything Richard had to stay where he was.

Punishment be damned. His wife was trying to kill him, he was sure of it.

His cock definitely agreed. Despite its vigorous workout with Scarlet, the sight of his wife riding Rebecca’s face had roused the organ to new life. It strained against its confines, forming a bulge in his crotch that ached for attention. Called out to be touched. Practically begged to be unleashed and plunged balls deep into either of their sweet creamy cunts.

It was a call impossible to ignore, and he'd almost had the button of his trousers undone when Alice noticed.

“No, Dick, oh fuck! No, don’t you dare…” she warned in a sweet song of pleasure as, all her lingering inhibitions gone, Rebecca ate her eagerly. The pink of the girl’s tongue was just visible between her thighs, sliding through Alice’s folds before she switched to sucking at her clit. “Oh! Oh my god… This… this is a punishment, remember. Keep your hands at your side, and just watch. Watch your little toy eating your wife? She’s all mine now. You can’t touch her till I say, is that clear? Just sit there and watch me cum all over this little slut’s face.”

Oh yes, they were both definitely trying to kill him.

“Fuck… your such a tease,” he groaned, stunned and barely able to believe his eyes, or his restraint. His mouth watered as he watched and remembered the succulent taste of his wife’s creamy pussy and longed to be the one between her thighs, feasting on her cunt.

This was Alice he was watching, after all. His wife. His reserved but not at all repressed, little firecracker of a wife, riding the face of their babysitter and obviously loving it. How had he never known she was into girls? Fuck, just the thought of it drove him wild. Now his cock was so hard, it was really starting to hurt. The solid weight of it pushed against his trousers, so insistent it might very well rip through the fabric.

“Oh no, Dick… this isn’t teasing. This is just the beginning- oh God, yes, yes, just like that, you naughty girl. Oh God, just like that, that’s perfect, that’s- oh God, oh fuck, don’t stop, I want to cum all over that pretty fucking face- oh shit! Yes! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She threw her head back, her eyes closed against the orgasm that seized her, thrashing and bucking with the waves of sensation sweeping through her while her features were consumed by that tranquil, almost far away look Richard knew all too well.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on in one long continuous wave, but was actually a series of smaller intense ones that crashed over just as the last was fading away. When it all became too much and her body crumpled, collapsing to the sheets on her hands and knees, her hips bucking against the girl’s mouth. Yet with the girl’s arms coiled around her thighs, even then she couldn’t escape and she had to push the girl’s mouth away.

It was the sexiest thing Richard had ever seen.

As outwardly sensual as his wife was, she looked almost angelic when she came. Watching her cum had always been one of his favourite parts of their sexlife. Yet watching her do so for someone else was like seeing it for the first time, and it was just as exciting.

“Mmmm… you greedy girl” Alice purred, blinking through the black spots fogging her vision and crawling back around to kneel beside Rebecca.

“I’m sorry, but Mrs Martin, your pussy tastes so good,” Rebecca explained with a smile that was sweet and innocent despite the wetness that glistened on and around her lips.

Alice made a face of mock astonishment. “Oh, you naughty girl, I’m going to have to punish you for that.” Lowering her head, she pressed her lips to Rebecca’s in a slow kiss, deep and sensual, drinking her in with lush licks while reaching down her body to the heat pulsing between her legs.

“Mmm… please do.”

“I bet you can’t wait for it, can you?” Alice softly stroked a finger through her swollen folds before pushing it inside, all the way to the knuckle. Rebecca gasped at the stimulation, her body squeezing Alice’s digit tightly.

Alice loved her responsiveness. “Want me to use this pussy again, you dirty girl? Such a tight, naughty little pussy. How did my husband ever fit his big dick in there?”

“I can take a lot more than you think.” Rebecca got out. She was trying to sound confident, but Alice could feel the tension amassing inside her, betraying her closeness.

“Well, I guess we better see about that,” she teased, withdrawing her finger and coolly looking across the room to where Richard sat.

“Come here, Dick .”