Absolute freedom (Reserved for BF)

[Dannyeight]

There was nothing remarkable about the way that Henry and his wife met or fell in love. It was exciting for them, of course, as the heady days of courtship always are, but if it wes to be recounted as a story, it would be not sound particularly out of the ordinary.

There was nothing unusual about their sex life either. Not at first.

He learned to please her in every way she liked, and she showed him that there was more to sex than just 'sex' (however much fun that was), and that desire and anticipation were just as important.

Soon they would have long conversations before their lovemaking, talking dirty and teasing eachother into spilling their desires. She responded to his joking suggestions about her sleeping with other men by subconsciously gyrating her hips, and the conversation anyways became wilder and more animated. She teased him that that was what he truly wanted, and stroked his fat erection as proof of his excitement.

So, it was not really a surprise to either of them when, at a party one night, she took another man by the hand and led him upstairs.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Felicity Harcourt, or Flick to her friends, was high maintenance, by whatever measure you chose to apply. It wasn’t surprising really, she was an only child who’d been spoiled rotten by her wealthy parents and was used to getting her own way.

Of course it helped that she was both reasonably intelligent and good looking too. She looked a bit like Taylor Swift with a great figure and beautiful blonde hair, though with slightly muscular thighs that were a by-product of spending too much time riding horses, which was her passion.

At university she’d been very much a part of the in-crowd but for reasons that remained a mystery to her had failed to meet the man of her dreams. She’d been bedded by most of the eligible men, but although there were some she would have liked to get serious with, they had all wanted to keep it casual. As in all other aspects of her life, Felicity could be both sexually demanding and uncompromising. In truth, most of the men Felicity had been interested in had fairly quickly figured out what she was like, and while they enjoyed fucking her, none of them had wanted to sign up for a life of pandering to her needs.

And so Felicity had gone through Uni making do with casual sex. Quite a lot of it as it turned out.

After Uni along with most of her contemporaries, Felicity moved down to London. Her parents bought her a flat in Fulham and she got a job in a marketing agency through a friend of her father’s. Life was easy. She had no intention of forging a career for herself. That wasn’t what she’d been put on this earth for. And so life was one big party

She’d met Henry in a wine bar when she’d been out with friends one evening. Henry ticked all the boxes for Felicity. He was from the same social class. he had a good job, he was tall dark and handsome, as well as being athletic (he’d rowed for his college at Uni), but most importantly he was easy going to the point of compliance. Henry was not the sort to stand up to her, which was just how Felicity liked it.

At first they’d both enjoyed the sex but after the initial flush of enthusiasm Felicity found herself wanting more. Henry was a very attentive and considerate lover but ironically Felicity found herself missing the sort sex she’d got at Uni. The sort where men had just used her to satisfy their own needs.

She couldn’t remember who had first suggested it but she began to tease Henry with suggestions of her infidelity. Henry had been more than compliant when it came to them talking about other guys fucking her and his enthusiasm for her to explore this bordered on outright encouragement. She found she could torment him with her imagined scenarios. Sometimes she’d tie him to the bed and torment him until he was desperate for relief then she’d play with her toys in front of him imagining she was being taken by another man. She’d tell him how much bigger and better than him her imagined lover was and she’d make him watch as she fucked herself to orgasm while they both imagined someone else doing it to her.

Not surprisingly, it wasn’t long before fantasy became reality. It was only a quickie at a party but it opened both of their worlds to new possibilities.

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry often thought it serendipitous that he had ended up here. He had avoided the sort of relationships that he didn't want, but had never really had the nerve to pursue the sort of relationship that he did. Meeting Felicity Harcourt had been a stroke of luck, and an everlasting source of contentment.

And now he watched her climb the stairs, flashing him a wicked look over her shoulder as she did so.

Flick was beautiful, clever, sociable and funny, but there was something more that attracted him - she was just the right sort of pushy. She wanted things to be done her way, and became irritated when things didn't go to plan. Even sex had to be done her way - usually with her on top, looking down on him with her long blonde hair tousled about her pretty face.

She had an air of entitlement about her that made Henry weak, and it was that, right from the very start, that he found irresistibly alluring. He thought that maybe, just maybe, she might be selfish enough to sleep with other men.

But this was no impulsive wish, born from her compelling character... the seed for this fantasy has been sewn many years ago.

Henry was handsome and popular, and as a member of the esteemed and rowdy University rowing team, never found himself short of casual sex. He dated too, but those girls were clingy and dependent. He wanted something else, he just didn't know what.

Then, one night, he had very casual, very 'no-strings-attached' sex with one of his housemates. She was pretty in a geeky way, but definitely not his type. The drunken agreement was clear - that this would be unconditional and a one-off, but even then Henry knew in his heart of hearts that she wanted more.

She insisted that he rode her bareback, and moaned beneath his muscular body until she came hard. He carried on fucking her until he reached his climax too, and emptied his balls into her with a series of ecstatic convulsions.

In the morning she was clingy, bringing him tea and toast and cuddling up beside him. He made his excuses to leave the house, and the frosty mood when he returned showed that she had got the message.

But that evening she took another man to bed. They fucked in her room - the one next door to his, the headboard banging on the wall and her moans filling his head. She was loud -louder than the night before, and Henry knew all too well that this was deliberate. Suddenly he realised that he was jealous... and that he was horny. He masturbated at the sound of them fucking and came when she did.

They dated for a short while afterwards, but of course she never slept around... and he never had the nerve to ask her to do so. He dumped her only a few weeks later, and masturbated as she fucked other men in revenge.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The first time was at Henry's company's Christmas party. It had been one of those posh affairs held in the ballroom of a swanky London hotel, to which only favoured employees and important clients got invited. However, not even the lure of an all expenses paid night in a central London hotel, followed by a day's shopping could get Felicity enthusiastic about the prospect of a 'boring' night with Henry's 'dull' colleagues.

She'd told him she didn't want to go but at the same time she knew he had no choice in the matter. To refuse would have been career limiting, if not ending, for Henry. So, grudgingly she agreed but that didn't mean she wasn't going to make things difficult for him.

On the day of the party they checked into their room early, in order to enjoy the spa treatments offered by the hotel’s exclusive spa before getting dressed for the evening. Felicity was still pouting and declined the couples massage when it was offered, choosing instead two private treatments.

When it was time to get ready Felicity surprised Henry with a daring dress that was only just on the side of acceptable.

"Do you like it?" she teased,

Felicity knew how good she looked in the dress. She walked towards him and ran a teasing finger over his crotch before adding

"Well enjoy the view, because that's all you'll be getting tonight. In fact, if you so much as touch me I'll make such a scene that you'll probably lose your precious job over it. Is that understood, darling?"

Over dinner Felicity was the perfect companion to the other guests at their table while maintaining an ice cold indifference towards Henry and anything he said. She also drank quite heavily. When the meal was over, there were the inevitable dull corporate speeches and the afterwards Henry’s boss came over and apologetically asked if he might borrow Henry for a while, as there were some people he needed to meet.

Felicity left the ballroom and made her way to the bar for a drink.

“Let me get this for you,” a somewhat older man in his early forties offered. “What are you drinking?”

“Gin and tonic,” she replied. “Large please.”

The man ordered her drink and one for himself then asked.

“Are you on your own?”

“My boyfriend’s talking to clients.”

“What a fool. If I was him I wouldn’t leave you alone for a moment. Especially in that dress. This company’s got some real scoundrels in it. Obviously your boyfriend’s not heard the stories,” the man chuckled.

“And are you one of the scoundrels?” Felicity asked teasing him. “Or is your wife here to keep you in check?”

“God no,” he replied. “She gave up coming to things like this years ago.

“Lucky woman.

“As to whether I’m a scoundrel. I couldn’t possibly comment. But let’s just say, if we wanted to, the two of us could easily slip away and nobody would ever be any the wiser,” he said traversing a fine line between suggestion and humour.

Felicity looked at the man in front of her. Mathematically he wasn’t quite old enough to have been her father but he wasn’t far off. He had an old-boys rugby playing build about him. Nothing like Henry’s toned physique but still solid, if a little padded around the stomach.

“My room’s on the second floor,” she offered.

“Then lead the way,” he replied.

They climbed the galleried staircase that led out of the ballroom complex and as they did Felicity spotted Henry below talking to a group of men. For a moment their eyes made contact and then she was gone.

The elevator journey seemed to take forever. Felicity and her new companion were the souls of discretion though and it wasn’t until they were safely in her room that things changed. She had no idea what the man’s name was and it seemed like he didn’t need to know hers either.

There was an awkward moment of silence when they were first alone. A moment where common sense tries to intervene and tell you this isn’t a good idea. But Felicity ignored it and falling back on the same tried and tested technique she’d used with the boys at university she dropped to her knees in front of the man, undid his belt, fished his cock out of his pants then began to suck on him

She felt the man’s hand on the back of her head forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth and at that moment she knew she’d found her calling.

 

[Dannyeight]

Flick had been insufferable at the company's Chrismas party. Outwardly, to his colleagues at their table, she was warm and friendly, but there had been a tension between the two of them all night. She did not want to be there but, whilst he felt guilty about making her do something she didn't want to do, she just had to be - it was simply expected by the higher-ups.

She was too smart and quick-witted to be on the wrong side of on a night like this - if she disagreed with anything that he said she would subtly put him down, leaving him on the losing side of any dispute unless he wanted to cause a scene. It might not have been obvious to the other guests, but the tension was so strong that he could feel it in his shoulders throughout the meal, and spent most of his time talking to Emma to his right.

He was almost relieved when his boss come over to 'borrow' him.

The conversation with Lauren and Steve from acquisitions was fast-paced and exciting. Lubricated by too much free table wine, the pair were happy to divulge far more than they needed to about the procurement of Dowling Ltd, a small but growing rival. On a different night he could have immersed himself fully in the discussion, but his mind was constantly tugged towards Flick. She was still annoyed with him at not having got her own way, and this made her... unpredictable.

He glanced back at their table and she was talking to Emma, leaning over the gap he'd left. A little while later she was surrounded by some pricks from Sales, each of them trying to impress.

Then he lost sight of her. Perhaps she had gone to bed?... she didn't really want to be there anyway, and had done her duty by now.

He relaxed a little and pictured peeling that smoking hot dress off her. Mind you, she'd been explicit about boundaries earlier in the evening with her "enjoy the view, because that's all you'll be getting tonight" speech - she very well might deny him anything tonight, and make him sleep next to her with his cock boning. She'd done that to him before.

Reflexively he glanced towards the overly-ornate, sweeping staircase that led towards the lifts, and at that moment his heart stopped - Flick was climbing the stairs with Jon Mallard. Fucking Jon Mallard! Jon Mallard the CFO.

She glanced over her shoulder, their eyes made contact, and if a picture paints a thousand words, then her wicked look painted a million.

He was stunned for a moment - long enough to see them disappear out of sight, then his mouth excused him from the conversation and his body moved him towards the stairs. He missed their lift and waited for the next. His brain did not compute that it would have been quicker to take the stairs, so by the time he reached their room, the door had just clunked shut on its fire hinge.

Now he meandered around outside the door. He could barge in and challenge that scoundrel Jon and easily win if it became physical, but Jon was influential and such an action would be career ending. Perhaps he could enter more 'innocently' and embarrass Jon into a hasty retreat

But these were just his higher-level thoughts. Deep down he wanted to put his ear to the door and listen to her seduce him into their bed. He wanted to stay and hear the headboard banging and his pretty blonde girlfriend moaning.

He continued his meanderings, turning and pacing as tumultuous thoughts ran riot in his head.

Minutes passed, and finally Henry retreated to the bar. He ordered a bottled lager, sat on his own in an alcove, and texted Flick.

'Message me.'

Emma joined him and they chatted casually, but his mind was distracted by the constant draw to Felicity. How long does it take to fuck someone?

More drinks arrived, and Emma shuffled closer.

Still no message came.

Would Flick be on top as she preferred, or would he have her pinned down? Would she be aquiescing to him like a compliant little whore?

Henry nursed his lager, but Emma ordered more. Soon she was sitting loosely, her head propped up on her hand while she studied him intensely.

"Why aren't you in bed with her yet?" she teased, "She's hot!"

He made some lame excuse about her being tired.

Emma chuckled.

"If she's giving you the cold shoulder... why don't you come back to my room?"

Henry gulped. Emma was attractive, but...

"No, I can't... I'm with Felicity..."

She pouted.

"Don't pretend you don't want to!" she teased, "You've been hard since I got here...."

This was undeniable, but she was mistaken as to the cause of his arousal. In truth it was his constant thoughts of Flick and her callous infidelity that kept his cock stiff in his restrictive suit trousers.

Finally his phone vibrated.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It wasn’t the greatest fuck of her life by any measure. In fact it was all over pretty quickly. But there was something about having sex with a complete stranger that made it the most exciting sex Felicity had ever experienced.

After she’d sucked him to hardness the stranger had lifted Felicity up off her knees and the two of them had torn each other’s clothes off until they were both naked. Felicity’s young nubile body reflected the fact that she was ripe for the taking. Wile his was a bit flabby around the middle, but otherwise not in too bad a shape for his age. His cock dribbled pre-cum as it twitched in anticipation of a new conquest.

“I’ve a condom in my wallet,” he offered.

“That won’t be necessary,” she replied.

“Good girl,” he told her slightly patronisingly. “Now why don’t you lie back on the bed and let me fuck you.”

Felicity did as he asked and the stranger climbed on top of her. It was a good job she was turned on because, without any foreplay, he pushed his cock inside her. Felicity felt his weight bearing down on her. She wasn’t used to such a heavy guy on top but it added to the feeling of being used.

There was no finesse in the way the stranger fucked her, none of the build up that Henry always went through to make sure she orgasmed before him. The stranger just pounded away at her for a little under five minutes until, grunting, he emptied his load deep inside her.

Afterwards his breath was laboured and he was sweating heavily. He pulled his cock out of then rolled off her and lay on the bed by her side. As he did, Felicity felt some of his cum seep out of her pussy and trickle between her cheeks.

“So what’s your name?” Felicity asked

“Jon Mallard, company CFO” he told her matter of factly.

“Don’t you want to know mine?” she asked when he didn’t.

“I already know it.” he told her. “You’re Felicity, Henry’s girlfriend.”

“You fucked me, even though you knew who my boyfriend was?”

“He saw us on the stairs but I didn’t hear him trying to stop us, so I just assumed the two of you got off on doing this.”

Jon was right, Henry had seen them on the stairs but he’d done nothing.

“Would you take a photo of me,” she asked handing Jon her phone. “Make sure you get your cum seeping out of me.”

“A memento,” Jon chuckled as he snapped away. Then when he’d finished, he handed the phone back and told her, “I’ll just use your bathroom then I’ll be gone.”

Jon quickly washed and put his clothes back on then emerged from the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

“The company has a global sales conference in January. In Mexico. We call it a conference but it’s basically an excuse to show clients a good time. I’ll make sure young Henry gets an invite. Partners get to go too, all expenses paid. A girl like you would enjoy it and it might do your boyfriends’ career some good if he can land some business,” Jon offered.

“I’ll think about it,” Felicity chuckled.

After Jon had left Felicity picked up her phone and sent Henry a text along with one of the pictures Jon had taken.

“Your CFO’s finished with me. You can come up now,” she wrote.

Felicity lay back on the bed and waited for Henry to come up to the room. When he did she lay back on the bed and opened her legs wide, letting him see her cum filled pussy for himself. Then, when he had, the questions started.

“Why didn’t you come looking for me when you saw me leaving with Jon?” she asked. “You must have known what was going to happen.”

Before Henry had time to respond Felicity followed it with

“Or are you one of those dirty little perverts who gets off on his girlfriend being fucked by other men?” Does the idea of them cumming in me turn you on?”

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry stood awkwardly, taking in the scene before him.

The room stank of sex and an unfamiliar aftershave, the bedsheets were a mess, showing the obvious signs of vigorous activity, and on them, his beautiful girlfriend laid back, her legs still spread wide to flaunt the evidence of her infidelity.

He had wanted her to fuck another man ever since he'd got to know her, and she - her selfish and entitled personality - had moved his fantasies from being a willing conspirator in his partner's infidelity to being the submissive of a woman who cuckolded him for her pleasure, not his - the submissive of a woman who had absolute freedom.

He liked that she had fucked a stranger in revenge for being brought to his 'dull' Christmas party just as much as he'd enjoyed his housemate fucking boys in revenge for him dumping her. There was a certain meanness or selfishness to these acts that turned him on somehow.

He took a moment to study her pussy - her golden bush was matted with spunk and her glossy labia minora were still spread, framing her pink, sodden vulva. Her passage gaped, and a glob of spunk still coated it while another big dollop had oozed into the cleft of her buttocks.

Another pang of jealousy swept over him as he wondered if she'd let Jon take her analy - something that she'd been clear she would never allow him to do.

He dragged his eyes from the mesmerising sight of her beautiful pussy and attempted to look her in the eye.

"I did come looking for you... I came to the door but..."

She raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

"I wanted you to do those things you tease me about... to fuck other men instead of me, and let then cum inside you... "

She was smirking before he had even finished his pathetic admission.

"I wanted you to fuck him, so I went downstairs and drank... does that disgust you?"

He wanted to fuck her so badly now - more than he had ever wanted to before. He wanted so desperately to suffer the indignity of having to push his cock into the sloppy product of her slutty tryst, and bring himself off there, but her words rang inside his head once again -"enjoy the view, because that's all you'll be getting tonight."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Although she’d asked the question, Felicity really hadn’t been prepared for Henry’s answer. She’d fucked Jon in an alcohol fuelled attempt to spite Henry. A revenge fuck for bringing her to this boring party then leaving her to talk business with his colleagues. She definitely hadn’t fucked Jon to excite her boyfriend.

She felt cheated. It was as though Henry had come out the winner. And Felicity hated losing.

"I wanted you to do those things you tease me about... to fuck other men instead of me, and let then cum inside you... "

Things began to make more sense now. She thought she’d been feeding Henry’s own insecurities when she’d teased him about fucking other men. But in fact she’s been feeding his fantasies all along.

But Felicity wasn’t oblivious to the opportunities this presented. If she played her cards right she could have the freedom to fuck whoever she wanted whenever she wanted while having Henry just where she wanted him. Under her thumb.

"I wanted you to fuck him, so I went downstairs and drank... does that disgust you?"

“Of course it disgusts me,” she told him. “I imagine it would disgust your parents and probably ruin your career if somehow it ever got out.”

Felicity let the implied threat sink in

“So this is what’s going to happen,” she said calmly. “From now on, you’re going to let me fuck who ever I want. You’re going to be my little sub’ pimp boyfriend. Making sure I’m getting what I need to keep me satisfied. Sometimes, as a special treat, I might let you watch while you wank your little cock off but you’re never going to get to join in. Understand ?”

With that she flounced off to the bathroom to wash Jon’s cum from her.

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry felt sick.

He had alway been tremendously turned on by Flick's mean teases - especially when she'd tied him down and talked about imagined lovers fucking her, and had always been convinced that this was what he really wanted, but now he wasn't so sure.

His stomach turned, his mind raced, and he knew that they had crossed a bridge that could never be un-crossed. Now he started to regret not having barged into the room, and having stupidly admitted that he wanted her to sleep with another man.

He felt sick that a man who was a stranger to her had defiled her then left scot free, and her words repeated themselves over and over in his brain... “From now on, you’re going to let me fuck who ever I want."

She had looked so deadly serious when she'd said it, but perhaps this was a joke? Perhaps she was still playing the game with him?

He undressed and waited in bed for her, his cock limp with trepidation until she climbed into bed beside him, then the scent and proximity of her body caused him to erect once again.

She laid with her back to him and tucked the sheets around herself, leaving him in no doubt that he would not be getting any attention tonight, so he lay awake with his cock hot and swollen.

He wondered if he should ask if he could relieve himself, but that was likely to be answered with one of only two responses - either she would get angry, or she would mock him mercilessly, so he laid awake instead, and in the morning was exhausted.

Life did not return to normal. They behaved like loving partners again, they cooked and ate and watched TV as normal, they met friends, ate out and went to the cinema just as before, but with the new dynamic came a constant spectre of her control. The once regular sex was suddenly off the menu, and to make matters worse, Henry had the image of Flick's fucked pussy indelibly etched into his mind. He thought about it often, and viewed the picture she'd sent him that night 20 or 30 times a day.

To make matters worse, however - sometimes she was overly-nice to him, and he was convinced that she was planning something.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

In the week’s following Henry’s company Christmas party it was clear to see that the dynamic in Felicity and Henry’s relationship had changed. On the surface, things appeared the same but it was clear to both that the balance of power had swung even more in Felicity’s favour. Whether it was through guilt for exposing his inner fantasies to her or the need to try and redeem himself in her eyes, Henry had seemed to become less secure.

Vulnerability in a man is never sexy, especially to someone like Felicity and so she decided to have some fun at his expense instead. Show him what the reality of his fantasies really looked like.

Over Christmas she denied him any sort of sexual relief. It wasn’t so difficult given that the obligatory visits to their respective families took up most of their time But by the time Christmas was over Felicity was gagging for sex. She’d almost crumbled a few times and let Henry fuck her just for some relief but she’d made do with masturbating instead.

Felicity wasn’t going to last much longer though and so she came up with a plan. The Roxy in Soho was having a New Year’s Eve party. It would be the ideal place for her to have a bit of fun she thought.

“I’d like to go out clubbing on New Year’s Eve,” she announced to Henry. “I thought we could go to the Roxy. I want you to find me something really sexy to wear. Who knows we might even have some fun there.”

 

[Dannyeight]

After nearly two weeks without sex, Henry was excited to hear the words "have some fun", and jumped to the conclusion that this meant that they might finally make love again. Perhaps she had forgiven him for his stupid lust-and-alcohol fuelled admission.

He was also delighted that she wanted to look sexy, and gladly accompanied her to the expensive fashion shops around Covent Garden, eagerly engaging in helping to choose the perfect outfit.

The price tag was a little eyewatering, but the little black, sequinned dress was almost perfect. It was a little too short, he thought, allowing a possible view of her panties from the right angle, and it was a little too low cut at both the front and the back, but Flick insisted that it would make her feel sexy, and that was really all that Henry wanted.

Much to Henry's astonishment, they manged to spend another hour choosing tights, before a further two choosing shoes, and Henry was exhausted and bewildered by mid-afternoon. He perked up, however, when Felicity instructed him to find her some sexy, 'slutty' underwear.

This took him at least 45 minutes, but he returned to her with a knickers and bra set in scanty black lace that would hide almost nothing. She gave him an amused, patronising look that he mistook for approval, and almost pitied the poor sap.

On New Year's Eve, they showered together, then set about getting dressed for the evening. He presented her with the clothes they had bought, and tented his boxers as she snapped the insubstantial panties over her hips. He watched her lean into the lacey bra, and wrap it around herself, then oggled as she shimmied the tight nylon up her shapely legs. Finally she climbed into the lovely little dress and sat down to do her makeup.

He sat, attentively, beside her.

"Are you excited about tonight?" she asked as she carefully lined her eyes.

"Very!" he admitted, honestly. In truth he was not nearly as excited about visiting the Roxy as he was about what might happen afterwards.

She knew what was on his mind, and smirked.

"Me too," she said with a conspiratotial tone.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Henry had been getting on Felicity’s nerves. He’d been acting like a puppy all evening, not wanting to let her out of his sight as she got ready for their big night out. He’d wanted to shower with her then hung around for the show while she got dressed. She hadn’t said anything though. She wanted him excited.

She did wonder if he really thought all this effort was for him though. The revealing dress, the slutty underwear. He couldn’t be so naive as to believe it was, could he? And what was he going to be like when he saw that it wasn’t.

There was no doubting Henry was excited and, if he’d meant what he said at the Christmas party about getting turned on by her going with other guys then he was in for a treat. But if he was expecting sex with her after the club then he was in for a shock.

As for Felicity, she couldn’t wait. Three weeks without sex was weighing on her. She needed a man and preparing for tonight had only made the anticipation greater.

“You should drive,” she told Henry, when she was ready. “It will be impossible to get a taxi on New Year’s Eve and that way we can get home quicker. We could get a drink before the club at that wine bar if you like I’m ready when you are.”

 

[Dannyeight]

Flick suggested that Henry drove so that they could get home from the club quickly. It was obvious to him that this meant she wanted to get home to fuck, so he agreed without hesitation.

She was clearly excited to be going out, eager to get moving and almost bullying him out of the door. He was not going to mess this up... he was going to be the prefect gentleman and at the end of the night she was going to fall into his arms, a little tipsy maybe, and they would finally get back on track with their love making.

She hadn't explicitly said this if course, but Henry was absolutely certain that tonight he was 'on the promise.'

They parked in a small, run down lot not far from the club, and walked to the nearby wine bar where they perched on high stools by the bar.

She looked fabulous. Her long hair shone golden in the incandescent light and tumbled in slight curls over the black sequins on her dress, which shimmered with every movement of her toned body.

He admired her for some time, until he suddenly realised that he was not the only one... with her bottom raised on the tall stool, her slutty panties were 'accidentally' on show to anyone who cared to really look.

He draped her coat, which he had previously been holding on to, over her lap, but, 'unaware' of his intention, she folded it up so that it sat neatly on her lap and covered nothing.

He might have mentioned it... might have caused a fuss, but tonight he had to be a gentleman and couldn't risk being seen to control her, so he sipped his wine and tried to ignore her admirers.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The wine bar was packed with revellers heading out for a good night. Mainly couples but not exclusively. Henry got the some drinks in and they managed to get a couple of high chairs at the bar.

When she took her coat off she got a few looks from guys who checked her out and some jealous glances from their wives and girlfriends. She hadn’t really been thinking about it but when Henry put her coat over lap she realised she might have been flashing them. Felicity hated being controlled and immediately picked the coat off her again, giving Henry an admonishing look.

She felt excited knowing that guys might be getting turned on looking at her but then she thought about what she was wearing. All they could probably see was the gusset of her tights, which wasn’t going to keep their attention long

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” she told Henry.

Felicity made her way to the bathroom and, disappearing into a cubicle, she removed her shoes then pulled off her tights. Then she put her heels back on and walked out, depositing the tights in the bin.

“That’s better, “ she told Henry when she returned.

They had another glass of wine and then another. The bar started clearing out at 10.30 as people had other places to be. A lot were probably going to the firework display on the embankment, dressed up against the cold. But Felicity and Henry only had to make the short walk to the Roxy Club.

“I’m ready when you are,” she told Henry, downing the last of her wine.

 

[Dannyeight]

The queue for the Roxy was already long, with sixty or so merry guests shivering beneath the orange street lights of Rathbone Place, none of them dressed for an hour's wait in the cold.

The first snow flakes of the season began to fall, lifting everyone's spirits whilst dampening their clothes.

Flick and Henry walked confidently to the VIP entrance where a burly bouncer unclipped the brassy end of a thick red rope and let them enter. They were not really VIPs, but Flick had charmed the bouncers many times before, and now they treated her a bit like family. Besides, it did the club good to count pretty women amongst their clientele.

Henry dropped their coats at the cloakroom, then ventured deeper into the club to find Flick.

Inside, the club was packed already with people who had secured their places early in the evening. As a result, it was not even 11 o'clock and many people were already drunk.

He looked towards the bar, whose neon vertical columns and triangular top reminded him of a doric temple, like some sort of shrine to cocktails. It was packed, and Henry was sure that Flick would not have suffered the indignity of being wedged between the rowdy patrons as they vied for their place at the front.

He scanned around the red and blue-lit dance floor and seating areas... she would most likely now be charming her way into an alcove so that they would not have to stand for the entire night.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Felicity left Henry to drop their coats off in the cloakroom and wandered into the club. The bar was busy and she didn't fancy queueing so she went in search of somewhere to sit and wait for him to catch up with her. Most of the booths were taken but there was one in a circular alcove with seating around the edge and a round table in the middle that just had two guys sitting at it. So she asked them if they minded sharing. They couldn't really say no and so she sat down and started chatting with them. She soon learned that they were called Mike and Paul and were both traders in the city financial markets.

"So are you boys on the pull tonight?" she teased.

"Always," Mike chuckled then added, "But Paul's hitched"

"Except she's a chalet girl in Klosters for the season," Paul said with regret. "I'm flying out to see her tomorrow for a few days. Get some skiing in at the same time, hopefully."

"Well, when the cat's away..." Felicity teased.

"That's what I've been telling him," Mike chuckled. Then he asked, "So what about you, Felicity?"

Felicity couldn't help herself.

"Single," she said, "but I'm here with my lodger. His girlfriend dumped him over Christmas so he's a bit down."

"Poor guy," Paul offered.

"Yeah, sad," Felicity replied. "In fact here he is now."

Felicity got up as Henry approached and ambushed him before he had a chance to get to the table.

"I told them you're my lodger," she whispered. "You broke up with your girlfriend over Christmas. Don't fuck it up."

Without waiting for a reply Felicity turned back to Mike and Paul and told them

"Guys. This is my lodger, Henry."

Then, when Mike and Paul had greeted Henry she said to him, "Mine's a gin and tonic, when you're ready."

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry found Flick in the seating area towards the back of the club. True to form she had charmed her way into an alcove and was chatting to the two men who had clearly already occupied it.

As he approached she jumped up to greet him, and whispered into his ear, "I told them you're my lodger. You broke up with your girlfriend over Christmas." He was already forming his words of protest when she added, "Don't fuck it up!"

He was confused for a moment, but then Flick could be a lot of fun when she did random stuff like this. One time she had pretended that they were restaurant inspectors, and had gotten them a meal for free, so he played along and attempted a glum 'just dumped' look.

He didn't care for their new friends much - they introduced themselves as city traders which put him off straight away, and they had a certain aloofness or arrogance about them that he didn't really like, so when Flick rather rudely demanded a drink, he did not extend the offer to others. They seemed much more interested in trying to chat her up anyway, which made him chuckle to himself.

It took him at least twenty minutes to get served at the chaotic bar, so he bought two doubles each - hopefully to last them into the New Year - and carried the four glasses precariously back to the table.

By now Flick was deep in conversation with the two strangers, and seemed to hardly notice when he placed the drinks down.

He shuffled into the alcove to sit opposite her, waiting for her to engage with him. It was only in that spilt second, as he watched her wrap the two men around her little finger, that he realised what a fool he was.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Mike and Paul were both charming. Mike had a sense of energy about him. The sort that you associated with people from the high stakes world of finance. Paul was a bit more laid back, happy to let his pal occupy the limelight.

They were both slick though, complimenting her on her dress. Mike even made a risque joke asking whether, if he dropped something, she’d bend over and pick it up for him.

When Henry came back with the drinks she ignored him completely focussing all of her attention on the boys instead. She downed one of the gin and tonics then suggested to Mike and Paul that they should dance

“Henry’ll look after the drinks. He doesn’t like dancing much do you?” She told them.

Both men jumped at the chance and the three of them set off for the dance floor, which was crowded but not yet too crowded. There was still forty five minutes to go before midnight and the three of them danced, getting progressively closer to each other as time went on, until Felicity found herself the meat in their sandwich. She ground her body against both men with a smile on her face and they began to touch her while they danced.

Mike was more adventurous than Paul and when she faced him he ran a hand tentatively across her pussy and waited for her reaction. When she replied with a similarly judged brush of his cock, Mike knew it was open season and became much more adventurous.

She looked up at the seating area to see if Henry was watching and thought she saw him looking down on them but couldn’t be sure. She hoped he was.

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry stewed while Flick flirted. How could he have been so naive? It was obvious now - the hours of preening, the sexy dress that he'd paid for, the knickers... the slutty knickers that he'd picked out for her himself, imagining himself peeling them from her. None of this was for him, not directly in any case.

He watched as she chatted enthusiastically with the boys, squealing at their jokes and stories of their exploits, laying it on thick for them.

He tried several times to edge into the conversation, but was pretty much ignored by the boys and shut down by Flick, and he realised that this was one of those nights where butting into her conversation was likely to cause a scene.

It wasn't very long however, after he'd sat down, before Flick chugged her gin and tonic, and asked the boys if they'd like to dance, leaving Henry to watch the drinks.

Dumbfounded, he watched them go, one of the boys with his hand in the small of her back.

Then he noticed something different about her outfit - even in the moody red and blue lighting of the club, he could tell that her legs were paler - she had removed her tights, and now nothing covered her crotch but the utterly insubstantial lace of her knickers which the high hem of her dress did little to hide.

He felt for a moment like he had when he stood outside their hotel room door on the night of the Christmas party - utterly unable to decide on his next course of action. He could march down to the dance floor and muscle the boys out - there was no doubt that he could take them both on if it came to it, but this was not exactly like last time - this time Felicity's actions were deliberate and had been planned over several days.

Besides, Henry clung to the glimmer of hope that, no matter what happened in the club, they were still going home together to fuck - she'd practically promised it. He couldn't remember her exact words, but he was certain that that's what she'd meant.

He sipped his virgin gin and tonic and scanned the dance floor below until he saw them appear on it. There was still a little space on the floor, but those irritating boys danced close to her.

Flashing lights illuminated the atmospheric smoke, making it difficult to see exactly what was happening, but at one point he saw that the boys had her sandwiched between them as they lunged up and down in unison.

He was still irritated by the way the evening had unfolded, but a small part of him was happy to see her getting such devoted attention - that was the sort of thing that he knew really made her happy - and maybe even horny too.

And to his shame, it was having an effect on him too. Seeing her flirt was somehow erotic, and the fact that she was doing this in plain sight rather than behind his back told him that he was still clearly part of her plan.

The minutes ticked by, midnight approached, and still Flick and the boys remained on the swelling dance floor.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

With a few minutes to go before midnight Felicity and the two men left the dance floor and made their way back to the booth where Henry was sitting. She sat between Mike and Paul who were soon stroking her bare thighs under the table as they all drank some more.

When the countdown began the whole club joined in until and when midnight struck cannons shot glitter into the air as balloons fell from the ceiling

Felicity turned first to Mike and kissed him full on, their tongues discovering each others mouths as their hands discovered each other’s bodies. In the relative privacy of the alcove neither of them held back. Then she turned to Paul and repeated the process except that now she had both pairs of hands feeling her up.

When she’d finished she thought she’d better see to Mike. Standing up and bending over the table to give him a good view of her breasts in her low cut dress while exposing her backside to the boys she reached across and gave Henry a peck on the cheek.

“Happy New Year darling,” she told him. “I’m planning on starting it like I mean to continue. With a bang. Have you got your pervy little erection over me yet? I bet you can’t wait for me to get fucked can you.”

At that moment Felicity felt a hand pull her panty string to one side and finger her pussy. The touch was like electricity going through her. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh for a moment.

“Ooh,” she giggled, “someone’s just stuck his hand up my pussy. Can you tell who?”

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry was stunned at the sight of his beloved Flick snogging brazenly at the chime of midnight with the two city boys. She had practically ignored him since they arrived at the club, but he thought that that was just a game she was playing - a kind of mean tease as a prelude to fantastic 'make up sex'.

Now, however, that vision of her mounting him on their bed was crumbling away. Their hands were soon roaming her body, feeling her ass and cupping her lovely breasts, and she was doing nothing to deter them.

When she bent over the table and leant towards him, he was in no doubt that she did it deliberately to give her horny admirers a glimpse of her glorious pussy in those slutty knickers - like she was a bitch on heat, teasing their cocks with her promiscuity.

She was leaning right over the table now but, dispite this being New Year's Eve, and she being his girlfriend, she gave him no more than a perfunctory peck on the cheek.

The despondency he felt from that, however, was nothing compared to the sucker punch delivered in her words.

“I’m planning on starting it like I mean to continue. With a bang."

He knew exactly what she meant by that, and with whom she intended it to be with.

"Have you got your pervy little erection over me yet? I bet you can’t wait for me to get fucked can you.”

He had been hard, on and off, for the whole evening, but his cock had definitely swelled when he saw her snogging with her new friends.

He wanted to protest, to gain control of the situation somehow, but in the heat of the moment all he could manage was a pathetic gasp of excitement.

Her face was still close to his, and he desperately wanted to kiss her fully, but now the warning she had given him properly crystallised in his brain and he felt its true gravity... "Don't fuck it up."

He could see the men's hands on her bare thighs, working their way towards her slutty knickers, and he realised that tonight he WAS just her lodger, and that she had made him drive so that he could chauffeur her, and whomever she picked up, back home to fuck, and, in a way, he HAD just been dumped by his girlfriend.

He watched the hands disappear into her skirt, and almost came when she giggled with excitement, brazenly disclosing that one of them was now fingering her pussy.

Without thinking, and unnoticed by Mike and Paul, he dropped his hand to his crotch right before her.

Finally she sat back down between her lovers and they continued their feral groping until she needed to use the bathroom.

They all watched her go, then the two men turned excitedly to Henry and engaged with him properly for the first time.

"What a go-er!" Mike laughed, "Jesus she's gagging for it!"

Paul chirped in with "She's acting like she's not had it in weeks!“

Henry said nothing.

"She must drive you crazy!" Mike concluded, "Honestly, Harold, if I had a landlady like that I'd find a hundred and one ways to pay my rent!

"Listen, is your house far?"

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Felicity danced with Mike and Paul for the rest of the evening, only coming back to the table for a drink, which the two men kept her well supplied with.

At around two they came back from the dance floor and Felicity declared she was ready to go home.

“Are you coming back with us?” she asked the men. “Henry’s driving.”

Mike was well up for it but Paul declined saying that he needed to get back home as he was off skiing in the morning.

“Under the thumb,” Mike chuckled

Felicity wasn’t too disappointed she preferred Mike anyway.

“Looks like it’s just you me,”’she told him

Felicity and Paul had one last kiss and a grope and then she was ready to leave.

Snow was falling outside now. There were still people around but fewer due to the late hour. Full of alcohol Felicity hardly felt the cold as they walked back to Henry’s car. She sat in the back with Mike rather than in the passenger seat with Henry.

“Home James,” she told Henry giggling as Mike pushed a hand between her legs.

“Not in front of our driver,” she told Mike

“I’m sure he’s seen it all before,” Mike chuckled.

Felicity flashed a glance at the rear view mirror to see if Henry was looking then gave him a dirty little smile as she opened her legs for Mike to finger her.

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry watched as Felicity flirted with Mike and Paul. The hot, stabbing jealousy that had gripped him when she brazenly allowed them to grope her still simmered within him, but her words now churned around in his head, filling him with other, entirely conflicting emotions.

Her thinly veiled assertion that she was going to fuck one or both of those city boys tonight hit him in a way that he hadn't expected, eliciting the same masochistic feelings of erotic betrayal that he had felt when she used to tease him in bed with denied orgasms and talk of infidelity. He didn't hate the fact that she was going to hurt him by fucking someone else, in fact it turned him on, and even if her aim was simply to fuck them for her own satisfaction, the fact that she would do something so selfish also excited him just as much.

And then there was the nasty, humiliating comment added afterwards - "Have you got your pervy little erection over me yet? I bet you can’t wait for me to get fucked.”

Those words were definitely meant to hurt him, and they perfectly hit their mark, digging deeply into his submissive psyche.

For the next two hours he watched them come and go from the dance floor, drinking and laughing, all the time knowing that she was enjoying indescretions right under his nose. He, however, did as he was told, waiting at the table to 'watch the drinks'. Some small part of him wished that the evening would never end so that they would not have to go home with those men, but by now the greater part of him was impatient - he wanted to feel again that deep emotion of jealousy, and the hurt of her betrayal.

He pictured her with those men in their bed, her legs spread, her pussy wet and splayed, inviting them to dirty her with their seed.

Then, finally, she said those words right infront of him... "Are you coming back with us?” - six words that meant she was opening her legs.

He played the role of lodger all the way home, the condescending "Home James" quip only adding to his internal humiliation while Flick and Mike giggled and groped in the back seat.

He needed to concentrate on the road as the snow continued to fall and drunken party-goers stumbled off the pavements, but he was also transfixed by the scene unfolding in his rear view mirror. Perhaps it would have played out differently had Flick not caught him watching.

The filthy look that spread across her face as she opened her legs for Mike had Henry's 'pervy little erection' straining in his pants even before he watched Mike slide his fingers into her sodden pussy.

The journey home was a blur.

He parked the car on the street, and trailed behind his beloved Flick and her new lover as they crunched through the thin layer of snow towards their front door.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

If Felicity had been less tipsy she might have thought better about putting on a back seat show for Henry and letting him concentrate on the driving. But having him watch added to her enjoyment. It was something she’d not really thought about before but it was definitely a turn on. His humiliation added to her pleasure and though he could probably have stopped them any time he wanted, he hadn’t . Henry, in his own perverted way, must have been getting off on it too.

“Win/Win,” she thought to herself

She’d almost cum on the way home under Mike’s fingering though. He’d massaged her breasts too, teasing her nipples while she’d undone his fly and stroked his cock. It was quite a good size she could tell just from gripping it in the dark.

When they got back to her apartment Felicity wasn’t sure what to do. It occurred to her that although Henry had his own apartment in Docklands there were still things of his out in her bedroom along with a photo of them on a skiing trip that sat on her bedside table.

When Mike excused himself to go to the loo Felicity acted quickly.

“Go upstairs and hide all your stuff in my bedroom and get rid of them. I’ll keep Mike down here for a bit.”

Felicity thought for a bit then added, “if you want you can watch from the closet.”

 

[Dannyeight]

Henry listened in stunned silence as Felicity hurriedly instructed him to clear their room of his stuff.

He wanted to say something like "Yes, Flick," or "OK, I'll do that," but he just couldn't bring himself to humiliate himself by admitting his compliance.

He kicked his shoes off and rushed to their bedroom, cursing himself for not having been brave enough to vocalise his acquiescence to her domination. It was crazy really - she always got what she wanted in their domestic life, and in bed too... so why was this any different?

He straightened the bedsheets first, then scooped the clothes from 'his' side of the bed and piled them into one of the wardrobes. He took his book and ear pods from the bedside table and hid them in the drawer below, then he forced the clothes that overspilled his drawers back into place and pushed them all flush.

He worked quickly, fearing that if he wasn't quick they might get carried away downstairs.

There was no room in either of Flicks wardrobes, so he took a bunch of her clothes out on their hangers, and darted to the spare room to deposit them on the bed.

Then he climbed into the wardrobe and took his phone out to message Flick. At that moment he made a bold decision. He climbed back out of the wardrobe and tore off his clothes so that he could play with himself while he watched. He tossed them into the wardrobe then noticed the photo of himself and Flick on their skiing trip.

He darted across the room, stark naked, and grabbed the picture, hiding it in the wardrobe along with himself.

Then one last detail came to his mind.

He took another dress from the rail above his head and hooked it over the outside of the door, ensuring that it could no longer be fully closed.

Through the gap he could see their bed, waiting to be the altar of her infidelity.

He found his phone in the pocket of his crumpled trousers and messaged Flick;

'I've cleared the room for you.'

Then, with trembling fingers, he added;

'I'm in the wardrobe.'