A Matter of Trust

May walked back to the bed and sat on the edge.

‘I suppose you’re wondering what that harness is, darling? It’s very simple; it’s rather like blinkers on a horse. It keeps your head in one position so you have to look over here at the bed.’
Grant tried to turn his head but couldn’t, no matter how much energy he used and found his head was firmly fixed in one position. Grant could only stare ahead.
May smiled.

‘Trust, darling. I trusted you and you shattered that trust after just seven months into our marriage but I thought, at least, I was keeping my dignity. That no one would know that you were having your little flings. I was just fooling myself I know, but I needed to.’

Grant stared at her, his stomach turning with fear as he wondered if his wife had become insane.
‘And then, darling, I discovered that you liked to brag about your conquests! That you gossipped about it!’
Grant blinked and frantically strained against the shackles but they were immovable.
‘Everyone knows! All my friends and their husbands – everyone! I even asked Steve – you remember Steve, the young man who cleans the swimming pool – if he had heard anything and he even knew!’

Muffled urgent sounds came from the gag but May ignored them.
‘Trust, darling. I trusted you just as you trusted me to remain faithful to you. And I did!’
May stood up and walked over, looking down on the naked and sweating Grant. 
‘I was a fool but I did trust you, darling, just like you trusted me.’

May squatted down again and fondled her husband’s rigid cock. 
‘You think with this and you shattered our trust with it.’

Her eyes burrowed into Grants and he tried to look away from that terrible look but the harness prevented his head from moving.
‘So,’ May continued, standing, ‘I’ve decided that I’m going to shatter your trust in me!’

Grant gaped up at his delectable wife’s thighs and even though he couldn’t move his head up, he could tell she was grinning.
‘Steve will be here in ten minutes and I’m going to let him fuck me on our bed while you watch!’

Her calm words were like a burning hot sword piercing his intestines and he gawked painfully at her thighs.
Grant spluttered furiously in the gag and May laughed softly before pushing her pelvis forward so her panty-covered pussy filled her husband’s vision.

‘This sweet pussy wasn’t enough for you but I’m sure it will be for Steve. He couldn’t take his eyes off me when I sunbaked in my tiny bikini. He really wants to fuck me and I can’t wait to feel him inside me! Judging by the way he stretches his jeans, he’s bloody huge!’

More urgent and terrified spluttering as Grant attempted to move but the harness kept his head fixed and the shackles and the leash combined to immobilise him completely.
He was trapped!

‘Poor darling,’ May said, squatting to pat Grant’s cheek, ‘you will watch another man fuck me. I know, you can close your eyes but you can’t close your ears and we both know I’m such a screamer!’
May stood and, still laughing softly walked from the room.
Grant’s stomach churned at the horror of what his wife had said.
She couldn’t do that!
She couldn’t! 
Not sweet little May!
No!

Music drifted from downstairs and Grant struggled again with the shackles. 
If I can get free, get out of here and I can stop this! I must stop this, I must!
He froze when he heard the doorbell.
No! She can’t! Please god, no!

Voices on the stairs and, suddenly, May walked in leading a slightly embarrassed young man dressed in a white T-shirt and faded blues jeans. He was sinewy, tanned and muscular and his eyes widened when he saw Grant huddled in the corner.
‘Fuck! What’s he doing here?’

May moved into his arms, pushing her self against him and kissed him on the lips.
‘He likes to watch,’ she whispered, her fingers stroking Steve’s cock through his jeans.
‘He likes to what?’ Steve demanded but May claimed another kiss as she unzipped his jeans.
‘He likes to watch, baby,’ May said hoarsely and, to his horror, Grant watched her hand slip into the other man’s jeans. ‘He’s hard, baby, look.’

Steve squinted over at Grant and horrified, Grant realised that his own cock was erect!
‘Yeah,’ Steve said slowly, ‘he’s got a woody.’
‘And so have you!’ May teased and Grant watched as Steve’s jeans and briefs fell to the floor and May leisurely pumped his large and obviously rigid cock.
She turned a little so Grant had no choice but to see her hand sliding up and down Steve’s thick uncircumcised cock. It was devastating and Grant felt waves of nausea sweep over him!
‘So,’ Steve asked, as he peeled his T-shirt off over his head, ‘do you do this often? Do this kinky shit?’
‘Nothing kinky here, baby,’ May said as she squatted down so she was level with Steve’s cock, ‘I’m just going to suck and fuck you. And he can watch all he likes.’ May winked at the distraught Grant before slowly licking Steve’s throbbing cock.

Grant’s heart pounded and his stomach turned over as he watched May suck another man’s cock. 
Each suck, each bellow-like movement of her cheeks sent a dagger through his heart and Grant felt sick with jealously. He wanted this to end, to wake up from this awful nightmare and to find his sweet sexy and innocent wife curled up in bed beside him.

Powerless, he watched as the now naked Steve crawled onto the bed and began suckling on May’s breast. The bustier came loose and her magnificent breasts bounced free and into Steve’s willing hands.

‘Fuck, they’re huge!’

Steve suckled on them with a fevered passion and May arched back moaning.
No! Grant’s mind was dangerously close to exploding.
Stop! Please…please…please…

Moaning into the gag, he could only watch tearfully as Steve removed May’s panties and his wife willingly parted her thighs, her pink pussy glistening obscenely in the soft light. Steve’s hands roamed, tickling slightly before sensuously noisily finger fucking her, much to the obvious delight of May!

It went by in a blur and to his humiliation, Grant’s cock remained hard as he watched another man fuck his willing wife. 
The pool man, for fucks sake!

May took him on all fours and Steve pounded in and out, howling with delight and then flicked May over onto her back to ram into her again with that large red cock, her legs almost behind her ears.
Grant whimpered into the gag as salty tears dripped from his nose.

No, please…please…no…no…
‘I’m coming, baby!’ Steve said hoarsely.
‘I’m close,’ May whimpered. ‘Keep going…please,’ she pleaded hoarsely.

May came with a heart wrenching scream and fevered movements that left red fingernail marks down Steve’s broad back. The cry of ecstasy from his wife was the worse moment for Grant who was now sobbing openly.

Steve also rocked with his orgasm, face contorted with pleasure. 
Grant hoped it would end then – that it was over - but that was not to be.

He had to endure May and Steve, cuddling, talking in loud whispers about sex, about Grant’s perverted desires and many other things while Grant knelt in the corner, forced to watch the bed.
And then Steve and May went at it again - wild, passionate fucking - and this time, Grant just slumped in his bonds and clenched his eyes shut.

But he had to listen and more tears formed as May screamed in ecstasy once again while Steve grunted and exclaimed that May was ‘a fucking horny slut!’
Finally, Steve left after a scornful look at Grant and May crawled naked down the end of the bed to smile in triumph at her huddled husband.

‘That was nice, darling,’ she said softly, ‘I can see why you enjoy fucking other women. Variety is the spice of life, after all.’
Grant opened his eyes and May saw they were red and hollow, his expression one of a broken man.

‘Don’t worry, darling,’ May said with a smile to her stricken husband who knelt defeated in the corner, ‘I won’t tell anyone and I trust Steve not to tell anyone. Although, I can’t guarantee that Steve won’t brag – you know what men are like! They don’t seem to understand a matter of trust.’