Frank was forced to serve her lover naked

Frank was in a right state. The night before, he’d had a blazing row with his fiancée, and thanks to a few too many glasses of wine, he’d let slip some choice words he really shouldn’t have. At work, he was utterly useless, checking his phone more often than was reasonable, only to see that Selene hadn’t replied to any of the nine messages he’d sent. By lunchtime, he couldn’t take it any longer and tried to ring her. The phone rang a few times, and then he was hit with the cold, hard voice telling him the call wasn’t being accepted.

He adored Selene. Losing her was unthinkable. In his last message, he’d told her he’d do anything to make up for the things he’d said. But an hour later, it was clear even that one was going to be met with the same stony silence.

Finally, he decided to throw in the towel and left work early. He texted her one more time: “Darling, I’ll cook an amazing dinner, it’ll be ready at 7. Please, please come and forgive me. I’m desperate.”

His only tiny crumb of comfort was knowing she’d at least read his messages.

At five o’clock, Frank arrived back at the flat they’d shared for nearly a year. Now, he fancied himself a decent enough cook, but he knew tonight’s dinner needed to be something truly special. He settled on a dish he’d never cooked before—one she loved to order when they were out: lamb chops with garlic and rosemary, paired with wild mushroom risotto and a side of balsamic-glazed Brussels sprouts. Tonight, his culinary wizardry was going to be put to the test to undo his drunken blunder.

Dinner was ready on time, but Frank had to wait until half-past seven before he finally heard the jingle of keys in the door. And then a laugh, which he took as a good sign. At least, until he realised the laugh wasn’t meant for him—because he heard another voice. A man’s voice.

His first thought was that he’d cooked enough for two, but with a bit of goodwill, there’d be plenty for three. So, he stood to greet Selene and her “friend.” The chap was tall, broad-shouldered, a blond lad easily a good ten years younger than Frank. He swallowed a bitter taste in his throat, realising that after last night’s outburst, a jealous scene would probably be a terrible idea. So, he forced a strained smile and extended a hand, only for Selene to cut him off.

“From your messages, I gathered you wanted to apologise for last night,” she said.

“Yes, I—” Frank started, but his fiancée silenced him with a look.

“In that case, I’ll tell you, I’m prepared to forgive you. I even decided to accept your invitation to dinner.”

Frank tried to ignore their guest and focus solely on her. Selene looked stunning. She had that classic hourglass figure, with a pair of rather ample assets that he’d shelled out good money for. She was in a light blue dress he’d never seen before, and it didn’t take him long to notice that not only was the neckline shockingly low, but the bodice was nothing but lace, making her perky, pale nipples unmistakably visible.

He shook his head disapprovingly, and she caught it.

“Are you here to make peace or pick a fight?” she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

He had no choice. With a forced smile, he apologised. “I appreciate you forgiving me,” he added.

She laughed, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, you’ve misunderstood. I said I was prepared to forgive you. You remember what you said to me—I won’t repeat it in front of our guest, but let’s just say, you cut me deep. And from where I stand, there’s only one way you’re going to earn that forgiveness.”

Frank realised Selene hadn’t introduced him to her “friend.” The blond man stood awkwardly in the corner, clearly unsure of what was unfolding. It looked like he hadn’t expected the evening to turn into an affair for three, either.

“I understand,” Frank said quietly. “What do you want me to do?”

“For starters, Sunshine here and I will be enjoying the lamb. I promised him a culinary delight, so I do hope you won’t embarrass me.”

“Of course, darling. I’ll fetch a third plate…”

“You really ought to start listening to what I’m saying. Sunshine and I will be dining on the lamb. You will be serving. I trust the wine’s already been sorted?”

Frank was stunned. He wasn’t used to anyone speaking to him like this. He gave a laugh, hoping Selene would join in, though her tone made it clear she was deadly serious. Her stern gaze snuffed out his chuckle, leaving him coughing awkwardly before he straightened up.

Selene motioned for Sunshine to sit at the table and took her seat opposite him. Frank tried to sit at the third chair, which had yet to be set.

“What do you think you’re doing?” his fiancée—if she was even still his fiancée—snapped. She was clearly more furious than he’d realised, and he was desperate to do anything—anything at all—just to win back her forgiveness.

So, he remained standing.

“I told you, you’ll be serving us. But you’re not exactly dressed for the part, are you?”

Frank glanced down at his dark jeans and black shirt, feeling the sting of her rebuke. She sat there, bare nipples on full display to a man who, as far as Frank hoped, was a stranger to her—though they certainly weren’t behaving like strangers.

“Remember that black silk bow tie from Brioni I gave you for our anniversary—the one you said was fit only for a waiter?”

“It was just a joke, darling,” Frank said desperately, already fearing where this was headed. “I apologised, love. And more than once. Surely you have to—”

“I don’t have to. You have to. I want you to put on that bow tie.”

“Gladly.”

“And I want it to be the only thing you’re wearing.”

Frank froze.

“You don’t mean that I should…”

“If I have to explain what ‘only the bow tie’ means, then really…”

“No, sweetheart. Of course, darling. I’ll put on the bow tie.”

Grinding his teeth on the way to the wardrobe, he couldn’t deny he’d gone overboard last night. True, he’d pushed it too far. But this performance she was putting on in front of that bloke was beyond anything he’d ever seen. She’d never treated him like this. If she wanted to leave, fine. He stood over the wardrobe, torn between donning the bow tie or storming out, slamming the door, and waiting for Selene to cool off. But that would mean leaving her here, half-dressed, enjoying the dinner he’d prepared with a handsome young man. And even if she was seriously testing his patience, he loved her. Loved her enough to do anything she asked of him.

Next time, he’d watch his words; this wasn’t the first time he’d said things he bitterly regretted. But he swore it would be the last.

Frank didn’t have a bad body—he was tall and broad-shouldered, but his belly had a bit more spillover than he’d care to admit, and his attempts at trimming down never seemed to last. The situation was all the more uncomfortable because the other bloke was younger, visibly fitter, and, crucially, clothed.

He understood what his fiancée was getting at—she wanted to humiliate him. Fair enough; she’d succeeded. He decided he wouldn’t beg, wouldn’t try to shield himself with his hands. He’d take his punishment with as much dignity as he could muster.

Naked except for the black bow tie, he returned to find Selene chatting away, while Sunshine looked as though he was considering an exit. Frank warmed to him a little—at least the guy wasn’t a total prick.

At Selene’s command, he put on some music and poured wine for her and her guest. She launched into the story of their blind date, a tale he detested, and no doubt precisely why she chose to tell it now.

“And this woman, with red wine still splashed all over her lap like she’d had some tragic accident, was screaming that she wouldn’t stand for it!” Selene laughed, savouring a mouthful of lamb. “‘I’ve shagged two presidents!’ the silly cow shouted. ‘I know what true pedigree is!’”

Sunshine offered a sheepish smile and stole a glance at Frank. He hadn’t even touched his wine and barely sampled the lamb. Suddenly, he shook his head, pushed his chair back, and started apologising, saying he really had to go.

“Oh, you’re feeling uncomfortable,” Selene nodded sympathetically. “I understand about the situation between me and dear Frank here. But as I promised, I’ll make it up to you for your time. Frank, bring your wallet.”

That took him by surprise. He glanced at his fiancée and then back at the blonde. Aware of his nudity, he figured he wouldn’t argue; it would be quicker to do as she commanded, and perhaps this entire humiliation would come to an end sooner.

When he returned with his wallet, Selene shook her head.

“Not that one,” she said. “Bring the one where you keep cash for emergencies. You’re going to give Sunshine ten thousand dollars.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Frank exclaimed. Ten grand wasn’t a small amount for him, but it certainly wasn’t pocket change he’d toss out of the window on a whim.

“You’re right,” Selene conceded, then quickly added, “So let’s make it fifteen thousand.”

Frank’s eyes bulged, and he stood frozen, gaping at her. He didn’t dare resist again. Eventually, he trudged off to fetch the money. He held it in his hands, still hoping he wouldn’t have to hand it over to the bloke who’d devoured his lamb, sipped his wine, and flirted with his fiancée, who’d treated him to a magnificent view of her stunningly expensive breasts—ones he’d paid for.

That hope didn’t last long.

“Just give the money to Sunshine,” she prompted in that tone reserved for scolding a child.

“I’ll give it to him on the way out,” he protested.

“That’s not how this works,” she shot back, winking at Frank with a playful glint in her eye and sensually licking her lips. “Payment is always in advance.”

Those words struck Frank like a slap. She couldn’t possibly mean that… No, she wouldn’t do this to him.

All hope drained from him as Selene theatrically wiped her lips with a napkin, then stood up to take the money from her fiancé. She handed it to Sunshine, who quickly counted it and stuffed it into his pocket before nodding.

“The bedroom’s over there,” she said, while Frank felt like a volcano ready to erupt. Sure, he’d been a fool the previous evening, but right now, she was acting like a complete tart.

“Enough,” he said, turning to the man. “You take your cash and bugger off. And you, Selene, we’ve got a lot to discuss. Don’t you dare pull this silly game on me.”

She stepped two paces closer.

“You said you’d make up for yesterday. Did you mean it, or was that just rubbish?”

“For crying out loud, I cooked for you for two hours, and you let some other bloke eat it. Now you give him my money and think I’ll tolerate you taking him to bed?”

“No, I don’t expect you to tolerate it.”

She said it oddly, and he fell silent, waiting for her to elaborate. And she had plenty to say.

“In fact,” Selene said, “I expect you to join in.”

“I’m really not in the mood for that,” Frank shot back. “I suggested a three-some with a woman once, and you told me to shove it. And now you think I’ll join in a three-way with a bloke? Forget it. I’m not that sort, and you damn well know it.”

“Shut it,” she told him. He was taken aback into silence. She carried on. “You overstepped yesterday, and you know it. I considered leaving. I was really set on ending things between us. But you say you love me. You say you can’t live without me. It’s quite simple. Either you do this for me, or you’ll have to live without me. What’s it going to be?”

He gazed into her eyes. She was stunning. There was a spark in her gaze, and what she was saying struck him deeply. He stood there, stark naked except for that bloody bow tie, and if it were just the two of them, he’d drop to his knees, kiss her feet, and beg for forgiveness.

He glanced at the other man. Sunshine stood there, watching them. In fact, he didn’t even look surprised anymore, as if he’d just slipped back into character.

“I can’t do this,” Frank whimpered.

“So, I’ll pack my bags and head off tonight…”

“You can’t do that; I won’t allow it.”

She looked at him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. In that moment, he hated her as fiercely as he loved her. Conflicting emotions swirled within him, utterly irreconcilable like oil and water.

“What am I supposed to do?” he whispered barely audible.

She approached him, caressing Frank’s cheek. Then she turned, grabbed Sunshine, and led him towards the bedroom.

“Fetch the box of condoms, darling, could you?”

He felt his head spinning. He could really use a shot, so he stumbled into the bathroom, grabbed the box of condoms, and made his way back to the bedroom. He planned to place it on the bedside table and sneak off, crawl onto the balcony with a bottle of bourbon, and wait for it all to blow over, but she wouldn’t even let him do that.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she called out, forcing him to turn back.

There was no sitting furniture next to the giant bed in the bedroom, so it remained standing. He wanted to look away, but he understood her game already. She’d invited a gigolo, made him pay, and now he was going to watch her fuck his fiancée. And it was clear to him that he couldn’t hope for any quickie.

Frank watched as Sunshine buried his head between her giant breasts. He pulled back the sheer lace and took her nipples into his mouth and sucked. Selene moaned softly with pleasure. Her nipples were very sensitive and it turned her on when he played with them.

Now, however, a strange man was playing with them and her fiancé just watched silently.

Her hands weren’t lazy and she removed Sunshine’s shirt, then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, by this time her clothes were off and both lovers were here in just their underwear.

He stood there, silently watching as his fiancée took the blonde lover’s cock into her mouth. It was really big, but not huge, very meaty and properly hard. Frank could only silently envy how stiff it was. The rage in him turned into jealousy, which was terribly strong, he had to exert all his willpower not to jump between the couple and pull them apart.

But he felt something else. An emotion he hadn’t expected at all. He found that the sight of his fiancée sucking Sunshine’s dick was turning him on. He was terribly jealous and at the same time he could feel himself getting hard.

Frank stared helplessly at the two, clenching his hands into fists. His mind whirled with thoughts that were both contradictory and desperate.

He watched as the gigolo laid Selene on her back, pulled down her light blue panties and buried his head in her lap. At that moment, Frank grinned. Unlike most women, his fiancée didn’t enjoy oral sex, always telling him that it didn’t do her any good when he ate her pussy. He expected her to push the blonde head away. She was going to have to do that any minute.

But she didn’t.

To Frank’s surprise, she began to rock her hips gently and her moans grew louder. Frank’s erection was insistent, and he saw nothing wrong with being forced to witness the whole thing, if only to keep from relieving himself. He started wanking off.

It was clear now that Selena liked Sunshine’s tongue in her pussy. She kept her blonde head pressed against her finely trimmed cunt, her eyes closed, biting her lip and letting out loud cries of pleasure that grew louder, stronger, until she relaxed into a powerful climax.

Frank had hoped that would be the end of it, but he was sorely mistaken. This was just the beginning of his ordeal.

Selene turned her head towards him and saw him masturbating. She grinned, but didn’t object.

“Get a condom ready,” she instructed him.

Reluctantly, he stopped jerking his cock and clumsily ripped open the condom wrapper and handed it to Sunshine. Before he could take it from him, his fiancée spoke up again.

“Put the condom on his cock,” she ordered.

He couldn’t believe what she was asking him to do. As if it weren’t bad enough that he was there naked with a fucking black bow tie watching her fuck a strange guy for his money. Now his humiliation was about to reach a whole new level. He looked into the blonde’s eyes, he didn’t seem to mind.

He stepped closer.

Frank, I condom in hand, knelt on the bed, grabbed the man’s penis, still wet with his fiancée’s saliva, and began to put the condom on. For a moment it looked like it wasn’t going to work, what he had noticed earlier was even more obvious now. Gigolo simply had a bigger penis than the condoms he was buying for himself.

“Try harder,” she said. “If his cock gets soft, get ready to give him a blowjob.”

Frank gritted his teeth, gripped the stranger’s cock tightly, and finally managed to stretch the condom to the root. He remained kneeling on the bed and watched as the strange man guided his penis into the pussy of the woman he loved right in front of him. He could smell the scent of her aroused cunt.

He started jerking off again.

He reached down and squeezed Selene’s breast, she let him. He saw the cock in her cunt doing the work he had paid for. He watched it disappear inside, saw Sunshine’s thumb tease her clit, and from that view his eyes went to her face. He was surprised to find her looking at him and smiling. But it was no longer the mischievous and angry look she had been giving him all evening. It was a sultry, passionate look that he returned.

He moved closer to her. To her head. She must have seen that Frank was getting close to climaxing, and that turned her on even more. She began to moan, feeling his hard cock swivel towards her, ready to spurt onto her face, into their sensual parted lips.

Sunshine also noticed the new dynamic between the pair. He sensed the woman beneath him approaching another climax, synchronised with her fiancé. He decided to do what he was paid to do.

To give them a quality ride.

He fucked Selene while Frank, on the verge of a frenzied orgasm, was about to ejaculate. And Sunshine did everything he could to make sure the reconciled couple had a simultaneous orgasm. He picked up the pace. He lifted her ass and slid his hard cock deeper into her vagina.

And that was enough.

Her walls instantly grew into a deep, drawn-out tone, and as her mouth parted along with her climax, she received a dose of her fiancé’s warm semen in that mouth. At that moment, the blond lover also ejaculated.

Frank tiredly collapsed beside his naked fiancée. She snuggled up to him and smiled. She had already swallowed his cum. He clutched her to him, wishing for nothing more than for the strange man to disappear from his bedroom so he could sleep contentedly with his future wife in his arms.

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