Chapter 1: The Return of Matthew

Matthew contact to apologise.

Three nights after we had the discussion with Matthew and ended the encounters, my wife Mary and I got to talking about how we evaluated our experience from the previous months.

I was the one who brought it up in conversation: “Well, Mary, now that we’ve finished our time of exploration and having new sexual experiences, what do you think of it all?”

“The truth is that it has been very exciting and intense too. Now I’m looking forward to being quiet again and having a more ‘vanilla’ sexuality, but I’m glad you proposed it, Charley. You were right; we had gotten into a rhythm of monotony and boredom, and I don’t know where it could have taken us. Now I feel like I did when we first started dating, so I am in love with you. Not only is the sex much better, but I think of you often.”

“It’s the same for me, Mary. I’m thinking about you frequently, and not just because I want to make love to you,” I replied. “And that’s even though I’m free now and not locked in the cock cage I’ve been in for the past few months,” I added, smiling.

“Poor darling, you must have been desperate, locked up in the cock cage all week and only being able to have an orgasm on Fridays, while I had all the ones I wanted. But I must admit that it really turned me on to see you so desirous of me. It made me feel like an attractive and desirable woman. And at 35, I was beginning to think I couldn’t attract anyone.”

“I told you that you are a beautiful woman, believe it or not. And you saw how through the dating app you managed to have sex with Matthew, a man younger than you and also an athlete with a really enviable swimmer’s body.”

“Yes. I can never thank you enough for letting me fulfil my fantasy of having sex with a man other than you. You are very understanding. And besides, I was able to meet him several times. But I told you it was just a physical thing, like using a vibrator. As a person, I wasn’t attracted to him at all. He had nothing on the brain. Maybe he pushed me to do more daring things than I thought, but I told you that when I disguised myself as Molly, I felt like a totally different person, as if I wasn’t doing things myself. It’s a pity that he thought he had more rights over me than he did. This attempt to organise a threesome without consultation was too much, and on top of that, trying to charge the other man money. In any case, we had been going on for a while, and it was time to end it. I couldn’t take any more abuse of your understanding.”

‘Yes, he was becoming too pushy. On the other hand, the man with whom you fulfilled your fantasy of pretending to be a prostitute, despite being very strong physically, seemed more respectful, didn’t he?”

“Yes. Physically, he was quite overwhelming, with incredible strength and size in every part of his body,” Mary said, smiling mischievously at the reference to EVERY part of his body. She continued, “But he came across as shy and gentle. I have you to thank for that too. You have allowed me to realise two fantasies I had buried. I married you as a virgin, and I didn’t want to die without knowing what it was like to be with another man. When I tried to do the fantasies with you pretending we didn’t know each other, although it was a lot of fun, especially the time you didn’t recognise me, it wasn’t the same. I knew it was you, and I knew how you would behave in bed. With a stranger, it’s different; it’s totally new—his body, his caresses, how he touches you.”

“Don’t remind me too much. Although it was very exciting to see you enjoying yourself, and it made me feel very proud to know that a woman so desired by men had chosen me to share my life with her, I couldn’t help but feel jealous seeing you enjoying yourself with another man. And on top of that, I was locked in the cock cage and desperate to cum. Although that was my fantasy, and of course when I could finally be with you, penetrate you, and cum after so much waiting and desire, the orgasms were incredible.”

“Mine too. Even though I had several orgasms with Matthew before making love to you, sex with you was special, intense, and not just physical. Anyway, after this intense season, I’m now looking forward to a quieter time without trying or exploring anything. We have the toys we bought at the beginning, and we have the experience. In a while, we can go back to exploring. The important thing is that we are more in love now than we were before,” Mary said, hugging me and resting her head on my torso.

“Yes,” I replied, draping my arm over her shoulder and snuggling. “And about those piercings Matthew gave you. Do you plan on keeping them?”

“I think so. I don’t care if he proposed them and paid for them. They’re erotic, aren’t they? I find them erotic, and sometimes the touch of the clitoral ring turns me on and makes me want to make love to you when I get home.”

“Yes, and the nipple rings enhance your gorgeous breasts. I like them.”

The day after our conversation, Mary showed me a message received through the dating app we had contacted Matthew with. It was a message from Matthew that said, “Molly, Buck, I want to apologise for my behaviour last time. It was a mistake, and I’m really sorry. Could we meet again?”

Since you don’t know the people you can meet on the internet, as a precaution, we didn’t give Matthew our details or real names. We always connected through the app. In fact, we had always met each other in disguise, so he didn’t know what we really looked like either.

We both decided that we didn’t want to continue with the Friday meetings. Both because of Matthew’s behaviour and because we wanted to be calm now and enjoy each other’s company. So Mary wrote back with a message saying that we did not plan to continue.

Matthew insisted more than once on resuming the meetings, but we told him no. Finally, he seemed convinced and said that, as we were not going to see each other again and he didn’t want to end badly, he was just inviting us to dinner to apologise. He seemed sorry, so after much hesitation, we accepted. He arranged to meet us at a restaurant in his town, near the motel where we had had our meetings.

That Friday, we disguised ourselves as Molly and Buck again, got in the car, and drove to the next town, to the restaurant that Matthew had told us about.

When we arrived, he was sitting there waiting for us. He poured us the bottle of wine he had already started, and we chose the food from the menu. During dinner, he apologised for organising the threesome with Mary and his friend Larry. He said that since we had accepted everything he had proposed, he thought we would be fine with that too. As for the money, he told us that Larry was one of the friends he played poker with on weekends and that Matthew owed him money. Since Larry had always dreamed of having a threesome, Matthew had the idea of proposing, and Larry was so grateful that he said he would forgive him the debt. I didn’t quite believe that explanation, and I figured Mary didn’t either, but I didn’t want to argue with him. We weren’t going to see him again, so it wasn’t worth discussing.

By the end of dinner, I was feeling tired, and my head was a bit heavy. I suspected it was the wine, so I suggested going out of the restaurant. The three of us went out, and Matthew proposed a walk to clear our heads. We started walking, and suddenly I realised that we were in front of the motel where we had had our encounters. I was feeling more and more dizzy, and when Matthew said we’d better go into a room to rest, I followed him. I don’t remember what might have happened next.

The next thing I knew, I was tied to the cabinet bed by my wrists and ankles with tape. In front of me was Matthew, with a grin from ear to ear. He said, “I’m glad you’re conscious now. I was afraid you were going to miss the show.”

I still wasn’t fully conscious and felt dizzy and sleepy. I looked around and saw that in the room, besides Mary and Matthew, there were three other men. One was Larry, Matthew’s poker buddy; another was Albert, the tattoo artist who had pierced Mary; and the last was the motel receptionist we had seen during our visits.

Mary was sitting up in bed, and her eyes were glazed over and her eyes were unfocused.

Matthew continued, “Did you think you could just kick me out? With the effort I’ve put into you and how well I’ve fucked Molly? Didn’t she want a threesome with me? Now she’s going to get a lot more. I don’t have to pretend anymore, behave politely, or ask nicely for anything. I can give this slut what she deserves and take what I want from her. The drug I gave you worked really well. You seem to be wearing off already. Better! I don’t want you to miss anything. I’ve given her some more, so she’ll be submissive and obedient, and an aphrodisiac, so she’ll be horny as a bitch, and we’ll enjoy fucking her more.”

“Bastard! You son of a bitch!” I managed to stammer, but my tongue was still not quite responding to me.

“I don’t want you to disturb us,” Matthew said, ignoring me and putting tape over my mouth to silence me.

“But don’t worry; you won’t miss anything. You’ll be able to see it through the slats in the door,” and saying that he locked me in the wardrobe.

Matthew turned to his friends and said, “Well, I think it’s about time we enjoyed this little slut,” and then turned to Mary and said, “Why don’t you get naked and show us your charms?”

She stood up and mechanically, like a robot, obeyed and began to take off her clothes.

I struggled with all my might on the bed, but still dizzy and bound as I was, I could do nothing. I felt powerless to stop the bastards from abusing Mary and fucking her, as was clearly their intention.

When Mary was naked, Matthew said to her, “Now get on your knees and come here; give me a good blow job.” And then he told his friends, “You’ll see how well I trained her. She can swallow a whole cock all the way down her throat.”

The friends laughed when they heard that.

Mary, now fully nude, docilely knelt down and moved to stand in front of Matthew, her face to his crotch. She unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Then she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, took his semi-erect cock in her hand, and took it into her mouth. She began to suck it enthusiastically, bobbing her head up and down and taking more and more of his shaft until the tip of his cock was at the entrance to her throat. Mary gagged and clearly retched, but she controlled it, and the next few times, he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. So it came to a point where her lips were around the base of his cock, glued to his crotch.

Matthew’s friends erupted in exclamations, “Wow, what a slut!” and “I want her to swallow my cock all the way down too!” “You sure taught her well, Matthew!”

Matthew showed a look of pride and satisfaction, and, with his arms crossed, he looked at Mary and said, “Keep it up until I cum down your throat. And remember to look me in the eyes. Whenever you give a man a blowjob, look him in the eyes. This is the perfect position for a slut. On your knees, submissive, with a cock in your mouth, and attentive to the desires of the man you serve.”

I watched in despair as a drugged Mary continued to give Matthew a blow job while his friends watched as she humiliated herself and waited for their turn. She didn’t seem to be very aware of the situation and even seemed to be actively participating. I guessed that the drug cocktail did that, and to a certain extent, I almost preferred it. I thought maybe the experience wouldn’t be so unpleasant for her.

After several minutes, Matthew grabbed Mary’s head and began to move it back and forth, setting a faster pace and driving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, fucking her face hard and rough. I could see a lump appear in Mary’s throat as he pushed it all the way in. When his cock went all the way in, Mary would make a ‘Glug, glug’ sound, and every now and then you could tell her gag reflex was making her gag, and she looked like she might throw her dinner back, but Matthew ignored her discomfort and continued, until, with a final thrust, he shoved his cock all the way down Mary’s throat, stood still, his testicles contracted, and he began to spurt jets of cum down her throat. He stayed like that for a long time, holding Mary’s head and ejaculating down her throat, until her face turned red from the effort and lack of oxygen.

Then he released her head, removed his cock from her mouth, and she began to cough and spit out the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth.

Matthew looked at his friends and asked, “Who’s next?”

Larry stepped forward, positioned himself in front of Mary, and said, “Suck me, bitch. You’re not so dignified now, are you? You don’t turn me down anymore.”

Mary pulled down his trousers and boxers and took his erect cock in her mouth. Like Matthew, she gave him a blowjob, swallowing his cock whole until he ejaculated down her throat, adding another load of cum into her stomach. Fortunately, as he was already very aroused after watching her sucking Matthew’s cock, he came quickly.

After Larry, next up was Albert, the tattoo artist. While she sucked his cock, he fondled her breasts and played with the rings through her nipples.

Finally, when Albert unloaded his cum, the third load of the night, down Mary’s throat, he said to the motel clerk, “Ricky, you’re the only one left.”

Ricky stood in front of Mary, saying, “I’ve been watching Matthew fuck this chick every Friday all this time and thinking what it would be like to fuck her too. I’m finally going to check it out. Bitch, get to work!”

Mary sucked his cock like the others until he came into her throat.

I was hoping that the nightmare would end then, but I was convinced it wouldn’t, and, sadly, I was right.

Matthew ordered Mary, “Molly, get on the bed and masturbate so you have your cunt ready for us to fuck you.”

She lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and began stroking her clitoris with her right hand, while with her left hand, she kneaded her breasts. As she did so, the four men undressed. Little by little, she became aroused and inserted two fingers into her vagina while massaging her clitoris with the palm of her hand. She closed her eyes and continued to thrust her fingers, which glistened wet with her fluids, in and out of her vagina. She emitted moans of pleasure as she masturbated. Clearly, the aphrodisiac had turned her on, and she was yearning for orgasm.

When Matthew judged that she was close to climax, he pulled her hand away from her vagina and said, “To cum, you’ll need a cock in your cunt. There are plenty of cocks here. If you ask us, you can come.”

Mary, in a husky voice, said, “I need a cock in my pussy; who wants to fuck me?”

Matthew knelt between her legs, positioned his cock at the entrance to her vagina, and slowly penetrated her, enjoying the moment. I think he was as excited by the physical sensation as he was by the control, by the fact that he was fucking her when she had said she wouldn’t see him anymore, and also by the fact that he was sharing her with his friends, as if she were his property.

He penetrated her slowly, while his hands massaged and roughly kneaded her breasts. When he got all the way in, he began to fuck her hard, thrusting his cock in and out rapidly and ramming pubis against pubis. As he fucked Mary, at one point Matthew looked in my direction, and, unlike on previous occasions, this time I had no doubt what his gaze conveyed: ‘Watch as I fuck your wife, as I use her at will, while you can only watch.’