An Unconventional Marriage (closed)

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Hermione Smythe Patterson stared at the laptop screen in disbelief. It showed a naked young black man ploughing a lingerie clad white woman with a huge cock, while the woman’s partner watched from the sidelines.

Hermione didn’t usually go into her husband Charles’ study but she needed to review some proposals for an upcoming makeover to a house in Belgravia, before sending them to the client.

Charles, was either still at the office of the city investment firm where he worked or out with clients. As she herself had an evening function to attend, she’d gone home to change first. So, when Hermione’s assistant had called to ask her to review the proposals, Hermione had used the only laptop to hand, Charles’ personal one from his study.

The Pornhub video had come up automatically when Hermione clicked on the browser. It must have been the last thing he’d watched. There were hundreds more pages like it when she looked at Charles’s browsing history. Many were a similar cuckolding theme but some involved the partner being sissified, made to clean up afterwards or even penetrated. Then there had been the transexual ones and the ladyboy ones. Suddenly everything began to make sense for Hermione.

Hermione and Charles had been in the same privileged social circle since childhood. They’d always got along and started dating after they left Uni. They’d made a good looking couple. Her an English rose and him, tall dark haired and slightly aristocratic looking. Eighteen months later they were married and within six months Hermione had been pregnant with twins

She and Charles were both in their mid thirties now and the twins were at boarding school. They both had successful careers and it seemed like they rarely had time for each other. Hermione couldn’t remember the last time they’d had sex. Looking at the videos she wondered whether Charles had ever really been interested in her at all other than for the purposes of procreation.

Hermione watched the black man pound his cock into the white woman and almost felt jealous of her. She’d had a good sex life at Uni. it had verged on the experimental. But that was in the dim and distant past.

Hermione looked at her watch. The proposals would have to wait. She needed to get changed for her function and the taxi would be here soon. She left the laptop on Charles’ desk with the browser page left open, then wrote a note which said simply.

“We need to talk.”

 

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Hermione changed quickly, checking herself in the mirror before leaving the house. She'd always dressed conservatively she supposed, not unlike Princess Kate. It was the fashion for her set and she'd never really questioned it, just conformed. Her wardrobe was nothing like those of the sluts in in Charles' videos. Perhaps that was one of the things that appealed to him when he watched them.

The taxi took her to the opening night at a new art and lifestyle exhibition, held in some converted railway arches just off City Road in Shoreditch. The place used to be as rough as it got but gentrification had caught up with the area and after being adopted by the hipsters it was now a vibrant cultural centre. For all of that, Hermione was still glad she lived in Chelsea.

As an interior designer to those who could afford it, Hermione attended quite a few events like this each year. They were a good way to meet new clients but also get new ideas too. However, although she was there in body, Hermione's mind was elsewhere. Questions were beginning to surface. How long had this been going on? How far had Charles taken it? Who else knew?

Hermione's mind raced ahead to the consequences. There would have to be a divorce. It would be very public and people would want to know why. What would the children think?

Then came the anger. How could Charles do this to her? She thought back to all the times men had hit on her over the years and how she'd turned every one of them down, while all the time Charles had been doing whatever he'd been doing.

Then there was some small part of her brain that kept thinking about the black man pounding the white woman in the video, his cock skewering her to the bed while her partner looked on. Secretly, she longed to be fucked like that, and why not? She was still young, she still had desires, even though they'd been suppressed for so many years now.

At the end of the evening the taxi took her across town, back to civilization. As she stood outside her house she could see a light on in Charles' study. She let herself in and made straight for it. Charles was sitting there with a whisky in hand.

"You've got one chance," she told him "I want to know everything and if you dare lie to me or miss anything out, I'll know and tomorrow I'll go out and hire the best lawyer I can find start divorce proceedings. By the time they've finished your career and your reputation will be in tatters."

 

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Hermione listened to Charles’ version of events. She wasn’t sure if it was the whole truth but it was at least a plausible version. The look in his eyes told her he was on the back foot. This wasn’t the confident man her husband normally was. Charles was a rabbit caught in the headlights.

"Look, I promise to stop and let's say nothing else about it, eh?"

Everything Hermione knew about Charles told her that it was highly unlikely he could stop, even if at that moment, he really believed he could. She knew that, either she was going to have to somehow come to terms with his perversions, or make a clean break. Those were the only two options as she saw it.

“I don’t know what to say. I need time to think,” she told him. “What I do know is that you’re sleeping in the spare room from now on. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Hermione was glad to be alone in the bedroom but sleep didn’t come easily. There was too much to consider. Why couldn’t Charles have just had an affair with some tart at the office, like some of her friends’ husbands had. She could have ignored that she supposed. But no, Charles had to be different.

Hermione tried to imagine life with a husband who liked dressing up as a woman and wanted to have sex with other men. A husband who’d actively enjoy seeing his wife used by strangers. Against that she weighed up the disruption a divorce would cause to their lives and those of the children. Charles had always been a good father to the twins and in all other respects a good husband too.

Then, Hermione thought about her own needs. She couldn’t get the idea of a black man slipping his cock inside her and using her as some sort of toy for his amusement. It excited her and for the first time in a long time Hermione fingered herself as she imagined scenarios, until sleep finally took her.

 

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Hermione didn't hang around the house the following morning. She was up and out of it before Charles knew what was going on. She didn't want to speak to him. Mainly because she didn't know what to say.

When she got to the office she texted her best friend Sophie and asked her to lunch, Hermione needed to talk to someone and she knew she could rely on Sophie's discretion.

Sophie was more worldly than Hermione, having never married but having had a series of relationships over the years. Most of them with single men, but a few had been married.

The two girls met at a bistro just off the Kings' road and after ordering two salads and a bottle of sauvignon blanc, Hermione spilled the beans.

"Now, I don't know what to do," she told Sophie when she’d finished.

Sophie considered her friend’s predicament before responding.

“At some point men always fuck up,” she began. “Usually it’s because us girls can’t or won’t give them what they want. So they look elsewhere. If you carry on like this he’ll almost certainly move on from videos to the real thing if he gets the chance. If he hasn’t done it already of course.”

“So you think I should ditch him?”

“I didn’t say that. Right now you totally control his ass but it’s a question of whether you can keep him occupied in the future. And whether you want to.”

“I don’t think I want to have sex with a man who dresses up in women’s lingerie.”

“You don’t have to. You just need to create opportunities for him to do it,” Sophie explained. “Plus it might also give you an opportunity to kickstart your own sex life. God knows it could do with it. Charles will do anything you tell him to at the moment. And I bet if you told him to watch while you got fucked by some young stud he’d agree in an instant. ”

As Hermione made her way back to the office, Sophie’s words resonated with her. Right now Charles probably would do whatever she told him to.

 

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When Hermione got home that afternoon, Charles was waiting for her. It was unusual for them to be in the house at the same time when the twins weren’t back from boarding school. Even then, there was always some function or pressing work need.

Charles was in his study but Hermione made herself a cup of tea in the kitchen first before seeking him out. She felt like she needed something stronger than tea but she also wanted a clear head. She’d rehearsed in her mind what she was going to say but she still felt nervous and so when she walked into the study she went straight into her speech.

“You’re a pervert. A disgusting little pervert,” she began. “And if people knew your sordid little fantasies you’d be a laughing stock too. But you’re also my husband and the father of my children. So if you want to avoid humiliation then you’d better listen very carefully and do what I tell you.”

Hermione paused for effect.

“I don’t want a divorce but things are going to have to change. You’re in the spare room permanently from now on and our sex life, such as it was is over. You can continue with your perversions. I’ll even help you with them but in return you’re going to help me make up for lost time.”

She looked into Charles’ eyes before continuing.

“The video I watched. The one with the black guy. I want you to make that a reality for me. I want you to find someone, arrange a hotel, choose something tarty for me to wear and in return, I’ll let you watch. After we’ve done that we can discuss what comes next. But if you ever go behind my back then it’s over. Ok?”

Hermione had shot her bolt. She hadn’t meant for it to be a discussion, more an ultimatum and so when she’d finished she left Charles alone in the study.

 

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Hermione had made her play but as she walked out of the study she realised she hadn’t got an answer from Charles.

He might still choose a clean break she thought. That would leave him free to do whatever he wanted. And would she really have told everyone what he’d been up to? As long as the divorce had been fair then the answer was ‘probably not’.

It didn’t matter, Hermione thought. Whether Charles agreed or disagreed this was going to be a ‘reset’ moment for her. She’d been sexually neglected for far too long. And now it was time for a change.

She sat down in the living room and texted her friend Sophie with the news. Sophie picked up immediately, congratulating Hermione on taking action. As Hermione was sending a response, Charles walked in. He looked more composed than he had done ten minutes earlier.

"I will need a couple of weeks to make the arrangements, but what weekend suits you?"

Hermione felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. The game was on. She looked at the calendar on her phone.

“As soon as possible,” she told him. “I’m free in two week’s time on the Saturday.”

Hermione was going to leave it at that but then felt she needed to clarify things, just in case.

“I want him to be good looking and I want him to have a large cock,” she added.

 

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"I have booked The Grand in Brighton", Charles tells her. "Everything else is being arranged".

It had only been a few hours and Charles was already on it. He’d always been good at making things happen and she couldn’t sense any reluctance on his part to go through with this, quite the opposite in fact. Would Charles really get a kick out of watching his wife get fucked right in front of him.

Hermione remembered their trips to Brighton and the Grand. That had been a long time ago now, before the twins were born. But she did wonder about Charles’ choice of destination. Brighton was, after all, England’s gay capital.

"Anything else I can do?"

“I presume you’re using some sort of dating app. Can you send me the details please. I’d like to see who responds,”” Hermione asked, worried that nobody would be interested and that in desperation Charles would choose someone who Hermione wouldn’t have fucked if he was the last male on earth and civilisation depended on it.

The next day Hermione met with her friend Sophie for lunch again. She explained what had happened and the arrangement she and Charles had come to.

“You’re really going through with this. Good for you,” Sophie told her friend. “Do you know what you’re getting into though?”

“Not really,” Hermione admitted. “I mean I think my needs are pretty straightforward. It’s Charles’ that are a bit more specialised.”

“Don’t worry the internet is your friend and there are plenty of clubs out there these days that have evenings for most of the kinks you could ever think of.”

“You seem to know a lot about it,” Hermione laughed.

“When you date successful single men in their thirties and forties you find they can be very experimental,” Sophie said matter of factly.

“So you’ve been to like, swinging parties?” Hermione said surprised.

“Oh god yes,” Sophie laughed. “I’m not saying I’ve done some of the things Charles is into but I’ve swapped, had threesomes and dabbled in a bit of S&M before.”

“You never said,” Hermione responded, suprised.

“You never asked and why would I tell a happily married yummy mummy about my sordid sex life?” she chuckled. “It’s only now that you’re looking to become a slut I’m sharing this with you.”

 

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The first thing Hermione decided to do after speaking to Sophie was buy herself a new i-pad. She wanted something she could easily use without fear of being found out. The laptop she used for work was far too risky but the compact i-pad suited her perfectly, as she only really needed it for mail and web browsing.

She then set herself up with a new identity and mail address that couldn't be linked to anything she used for work or home life. Finally, she added facial recognition to the iPad and used a password nobody would guess, to keep her secrets safe from prying eyes. Hermione had no intention of being as slapdash as Charles had been with her viewing history.

Looking at the Swinging Heaven website for the first time had been a revelation. There were so many people on it from all over the world. Fascinated, Hermione had spent the whole of one evening just looking at other people's profiles. It made her realise that, while the advert Charles had created for her had been good, the rest of her profile needed to be improved.

Also, Hermione wasn’t too keen on the photo Charles had chosen of her. It showed her face, which she didn’t really want everyone seeing, and not much of the rest of her body, which Hermione rationalised was probably the thing guys were most interested in. She looked in her phone for suitable photos and found a couple of flattering ones of her in a swimsuit in Mauritius which she posted after obscuring her face. The pictures were tame by most of the other profile’s standards, which usually showed people naked or in some cases even having sex. Hermione made a note to ask Charles to bring a camera to their meet in Brighton.

Hermione stopped short of reading the replies to the ad Charles had posted. She’d wanted to but she believed that if you gave someone a job to do then you had to let them get on with it without interference. She could see there were quite a few replies though, and so things were looking hopeful. She couldn’t wait to see the selection Charles had for her and after a few days her patience was rewarded one evening when she arrived home.

 

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Charles has a guilty look on his face as Hermione walks into the kitchen, but she doesn't pursue it.

"I have, err, narrowed your options down to these 5 men", he said in as casual manner as he can manage.

"Do you want to select one or do you want me to choose?"

"I'd like to see them," she tells him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

When Charles shows her the profile photos, Hermione is pleasantly surprised at the results. At a push any of them would have done for a girl eager to begin her new liberated life, but there are a couple she's less keen on.

"I'm not sure about number one," she says, "he looks a bit feminine and although there's nothing wrong with number four
he's a bit old really. Any of the other three would be fine though. So I'll let you make the final choice and you can surprise me."

Hermione would have liked to have seen their cocks, just out of curiosity, but she didn't want to take the decision away from Charles. She also made a point of not reading their responses even though she wanted to. She would let Charles arrange everything this time, because she wanted him to be entirely responsible for choosing the first man to fuck her since before they'd got married.

After Brighton, she would take back control of her sex life and quite possibly Charles' too. She'd seen too many profiles on the swingers site that she wanted to pursue, although it concerned her that, while the majority of women seemed to be bisexual, very few of the men admitted to being that way. She would have to research other sites to satisfy Charles' more niche requirements.

"Oh, I'd like you to take some photographs of me for my profile when we go to Brighton," she tells him as an afterthought. "So please can you make sure you bring a camera. I don't want you using a mobile phone."

Hermione felt excitement in her stomach, This was really going to happen she thought to herself.

 

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Hermione was pleased by the response they’d received to the ad and she’d also been impressed with how seriously Charles was taking the arrangements. She felt like she should keep up her end of the bargain by supporting him in exploring his own sexuality and doing something that he might enjoy on the Saturday night.

Hermione was also a bit concerned that in the absence of anything else, Charles might use Saturday night to attempt some sort of a reconciliation. Hermione had no interest in that whatsoever and wanted to avoid an awkward situation.

She’d already seen that Swinging Heaven was mainly for heterosexual men and bisexual women and so she googled sites for gay and trans people.

One seemed to fit the bill and so she quickly registered and searched the listed profiles by area. As expected Brighton was a popular location and there were plenty of single men and gay couples registered. Adding ‘ bi’ to the search criteria narrowed the field considerably. She searched through the profiles, noting how long it had been since the owners had last logged in and by chance found one from a couple that read.

“Couple. Sissy, feminised bisexual male and attractive bisexual female, seek couples and singles for no strings fun. Full swap. Can’t accom.”

The profile had quite a few photos of the guy in various lingerie to begin with, then there were a few of the girl naked on a bed, then there were some quite explicit ones of them both having sex with other people. They hadn’t put their ages but they were definitely younger than her and Charles. Perhaps mid to late twenties.

They sounded ideal but a bit young. It was a long shot but Hermione typed out a response and sent it along with a couple of photos of them with their faces obscured. She explained how they were visiting Brighton and could accommodate at their hotel but that they were both new to this. She then outlined how they were both keen to explore their bi sides and that Charles was keen to wear women’s lingerie.

Her message was quite detailed by the time she’d finished and Hermione had to concede that the chances of a response were low. If she hadn't got something in a couple of days then Hermione would have to think of a new plan, but it was worth a go.

 

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When Hermione gets home from work the following day she sees that she has a message from the couple in Brighton. Her heart beats faster as she opens it and reads the contents.

“Hi thanks for your message. We joined the site a few months ago and haven’t had a great response to our profile so far. So we were happy to get your mail. Most people on here seem to be gay and not really interested in bi couples it seems.

To tell you a bit about ourselves. We are Steve and Christie and we’re both nurses. Unfortunately we live in shared accommodation which means we’re unable to accommodate, but if you’re able to then we’d be interested in meeting.

Perhaps we could meet up at Cafe Coco, which is one of the more popular gay bars in town and see how we get on. We should explain that nowadays Steve dresses as a woman on evenings out and so if you’re offended by this then we’re probably not suited. But if you’re not then perhaps Charles might like to do the same or just wear some lingerie underneath his clothes.

Have included a pic of us. Pease let us now if you’d still like to meet.”

Perfect, Hermione thought.

When Charles arrives home he’s excited to announce that things are in place for the Friday.

“Good,” she tells him. Then adds, “we’re going to a gay bar on Saturday night and I need you to look your best. So make you’ve you’ve got something feminine and pretty to wear and that includes lingerie.”

 

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Hermione was nervous as she dialled Christie’s number. In their message they’d suggested that the girls should talk if Hermione and Charles were interested in meeting. Hermione rationalised that it was a way of checking that she existed and that Charles wasn’t just a single guy who would just spin a story about how his wife couldn’t make it on the night.

“Hello?” Christie responded when she answered the call.

“Hi. It’s Hermione,” she began, then added, “from the swinging site.”

“Oh hi Hermione,” Christie responded chirpily. “Just give me a moment to find some space.”

There was some background noise that sounded like a television and then it disappeared as Christie found somewhere private.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “The realities of a shared house. It’s so nice to hear from you. We get a lot of interest in our ad but very few people make it as far as calling.”

“I was just calling to say that we’d really like to meet you on Saturday night, if you’re still free?”

“We’d love to. Its been a while since we’ve met anyone.”

“You do know that we’re newbies though. We’ve been married for a while and I guess we’re still trying to figure this out.”

“It must be strange,” Christie empathised . “I’ve only ever dated bi guys, so I guess I knew what I was letting myself for with Steve. Would it help if I told you what we’re into?”

“That might help?”

“Well Steve is fully bi. He can be a top or a bottom but he probably has a thing for being a top with guys. Condoms only for anal of course. With girls he’s quite sub and we both fuck bareback for hetero sex if you want to”

“Oh so Steve likes to play with girls too.”

“Oh yes!,” Christie said a little surprised at the question.

“And you?” Hermione asked.

“I like just about anything as long as it’s not painful. I do like playing with a girl while we watch the boys but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I liked a good fuck too.”

“I’ve never been with a girl before, but saying that Charles hasn’t been with a guy either.”

“Well we can take the lead if you like then you can just tell us if you’re uncomfortable with anything. “

“Thank you. So you’d be ok fucking Charles?”

“Of course, but only if you do the same for Steve that is.”

“Ok, hermione agreed getting caught up in the moment. “We’ve booked two rooms so we could swap for the evening after we’ve played together if you like.”

“Only if Charles takes me for
Breakfast,” Christie laughed. “I take it he’s dressing up.”

“I’ve told him to. But he doesn’t know why yet. It’s going to be a surprise.”

“I don’t know if you wanted to dress up too. It might make walking through the hotel easier if everyone thinks we’re coming back from a fancy dress party.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Steve’s got a thing for schoolgirl outfits if you’re looking for ideas. We could both go as them if you like.”

“ok,” Hermione agreed.

“Great. Well I should go then,” Christie explained. “Really looking forward to seeing you on Saturday night. Is eight good for you?”

“Eight at Club coco it is,” Hermione agreed.

 

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Part 2

Hermione had decided to finish work at lunchtime on the Friday. She didn’t really fancy the two hour drive with Charles and so she sent him a text telling him of her plans.

“I’m leaving for Brighton today, midday. I’ll see you in the hotel bar at 8. Please can you arrange for what you want me to wear to be delivered to my room in good time.”

She was glad they had separate rooms. She didn’t really want him watching her as she got ready.

Leaving at lunchtime had the benefit of missing most but not all of the weekend traffic and she got there just after three. After checking in and arranging her own belongings for the weekend she booked a massage at the spa but went for a swim first. She was naturally slim and hadn’t felt the need to exercise before. A job and looking after two kids had kept her thin. But now she was thinking about joining a gym.

A young polish lady gave her her massage and it felt relaxing but as she lay on the massage bed Hermione felt her nerves beginning. She gave the girl a good tip and relaxed by the pool in her bathrobe afterwards sipping water.

It was almost six o’clock by the time she went up to her room. She’d thought about having something to eat but her nerves were getting the better of her.

When she opened the door a suitcase stood by the entrance. Hermione unzipped the case and looked through the clothes Charles had chosen for her

 

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Hermione was a little surprised by the choice of dresses in the case. None of them seemed particularly suited to the fancy hotel bar. But she’d made a deal and if that’s what Charles wanted her to wear then she would.

She chose the black bandeau dress five inch heels and satin thong (there was no room for a bra under the dress she thought). She liked the look of the black chemise too, she would wear that later depending on how the evening panned out.

Then she turned her attention to getting ready.

Hermione hadn’t paid much attention to her pubic hair for the past few years and had taken to trimming it every now and again. But tonight she carefully snipped it short before applying hair removal cream then, when the cream had done its work she tidied up any missed hairs with a razor. Her pussy was super smooth now and she liked the feel of it. She would keep it like that from now on she decided.

After showering and drying her hair she put on a bathrobe and poured herself a glass of wine. It was 7.15 now. Only forty five minutes to go.

She began to have doubts. What if they somehow got found out? How would she ever live it down.

But the alternative was divorce and besides, after building this weekend up so much in her mind, Hermione was liable to explode if she didn’t have sex soon.

She finished her makeup, putting on a little more than usual, then slipped on the dress and panties. The heels were no problem for her, she’d always liked feeling tall.

Taking a look at herself in the mirror she told herself firmly, “Tonight you’re not Hermione, wife and mother. Tonight you’re Hermione, cuckoldress and black cock slut. O.K?”

It was eight o’clock now. She would give it another ten minutes. She wanted them both to be there when she made her entrance and she definitely didn’t want to be first to the bar.

Ten minutes turned into fifteen before she finally decided to pick up her purse and leave the room. Taking the lift, she made her way downstairs to the bar.

 

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Hermione knows that all eyes are on her as she walks into the bar. She can see people staring at her but it doesn’t matter because it’s her alter ego, not Hermione, that’s on display tonight.

She spots Charles and another man at a snug and walks up to them.

“Mind if I join you gentlemen?” she asks.

No sooner has she sat down however but a waiter arrives at the table looking concerned.

“Are you a guest, Madame?” he asks.

“Suite 304,” she says showing him the key. Then she asks, “Tell me, do you ask everyone if they’re guests, before serving them? “

The waiter is flustered now. He’d obviously thought she was a hooker. She couldn’t really blame him given the cheap Chinese made dress Charles had bought for her. It screamed slut really.

“No madame, I’m sorry. Can I get you a drink?” he replies.

“I’ll have a Manhattan,” she says confidently.

When the waiter has gone, Hermione turns her attention to the two men.

“Perhaps not the best choice of dress Charles given the location,” she tells him. “But I haven’t been thrown out, so that’s a positive.”

Hermione takes a moment to look at the man sitting next to Charles. He’s Charles’ height but the similarity ends there. Apart from being black, he’s built like a bull, and his torso looks like it could burst out of his shirt at any moment.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce us?'” Hermione asks Charles.

 

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Hermione this is Jason..."
He pauses.
"Your, err, lover for the evening".

Jason could be incredibly clumsy when he put his mind to it and she was beginning to regret letting him choose her a partner.

Jason had been married for over twenty years, that made him older than her for a start and she’d really wanted someone younger. But more importantly he had a wife who was somewhere with probably no idea of what he was doing behind her back. That didn’t sit well with Hermione.

When Jason compliments her and tries to kiss her cheek in public it’s awkward. The whole situation is awkward. She’s dressed like a tart next to a tongue tied husband and a cheater who’s older than her in the lobby of a posh hotel.

For a moment Hermione thinks of bailing but she’s not a quitter. She’s said she’s going to do this and so she will.

“If I’d known you were married, you wouldn’t be here. But my husband chose you and I agreed,” she tells Jason. “I don’t know what Charles has told you but I’m in need of a good fucking and my pathetic husband wants to watch. So that’s the deal. You can fuck me, he can watch, then both of you can leave. Is that understood?”

Hermione gets up to leave and as she does she tells the men

“If you’re still interested, give me fifteen minutes then come up to my room.”

Once back in her suite Hermione can feel the anger building up inside her. She should never have left the choice to Charles. She thinks about changing into the nightwear Charles bought for her but can’t be bothered. This isn’t the magical evening she’d built up in her mind.