Chapter Six
Now
My husband knelt naked save for his c**k-cage at the side of the bed he had once shared with me, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming juggernaut as I guided his head towards the recumbent, and the likewise naked body of Spencer.
“That’s it, my lovely sweet Timmy,” I cooed in his ear, placing a hand with no strength of its own to speak of on my lovers c**k and urging my husband on. “Stroke the p***s of a real man and show us you know your place in the scheme of things.”
That the “real man” in question was less than half my husband’s age and was of a background inferior in looks, education and intelligence could not have made the act I was forcing him to commit any easier – especially when that man was of a colour not likely to pro
