Claire has always obeyed her husband in bed — now he wants to watch her obey someone else.
How it works: read, then pick what she does next.
Claire Whitmore was thirty-four, a primary school deputy head with a sensible bob and a secret: at home, she belonged to her husband. Mark, thirty-eight, had known it before she did. Six years of marriage had turned her soft ‘yes’ into ‘Yes, Sir’, and every time she said it her knickers went damp.
They had talked about it for months — late nights, his fingers lazy inside her while he whispered what he wanted. He wanted to watch. He wanted to hand her to someone else and see her come apart. She had been the one to finally say it out loud: ‘I want it too. Choose for me.’
So on Friday night he sat in the armchair, tie loosened, and told her to strip. She did, slowly, nipples tightening in the cool air, until she stood naked on the rug with her hands behind her back.
‘Kneel.’ She knelt. He unzipped and fed her his cock, holding her hair while she sucked him wet and noisy, drool running down her chin. Then he pulled out, rock hard, and smiled.
‘Tomorrow you’re going to be used by someone else, and I’m going to watch every second. Your safeword is still red. Say it and everything stops.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ Claire breathed, thighs slick. ‘Who?’
He traced her lip with his thumb. ‘That’s the fun part, darling. You’ll find out.’
What happens next?
→ His friends from Saturday poker