It was entitled ‘Fucking my friend’s wife’ and it had been uploaded onto a site call PrimeSmut. There was no doubt in his mind that it was Sophie. The fact that she could do such a thing was painful enough, but seeing the date it was posted made his blood boil. It was long before they spilt, and it was filmed in a hotel room, that much was apparent.
She had gone behind his back over and again, it wasn’t a surprise, but it still hurt. The way she fucked Howie, giving herself totally, it sickened him.
[Elliot]: Sorry mate thgt u shld know
Kaelan held the phone and just stared at it. Did he need to know? Of course he did. It wasn’t Elliot’s fault, and if he could do something about it, get the link taken down at least, then he really did need to know about it.
[Kaelan]: thnks Bells I had no clue
[Elliot]: wht u gonna do?
What was he going to do? His first instinct was to drive over to Howie’s place, kick the door in and smash him to pieces, but what would that achieve? Sophie had obviously gone along with it. She was responsible, certainly for any humiliation he suffered, or, and he squeezed the phone in his hand, the kids suffered.
[Kaelan]: Not sure yet. Will think about it. Thnks mate
[Elliot]: No worries.
He went to get a drink. This was the worst thing she’d done, even beyond mistakenly letting Carys see her with Howie. This was thoughtless and spiteful. Fuck! If the school found out! He swallowed, and a cold sweat broke out along his back, what a fucking bitch.
*****
Sophie almost gagged, she was on her knees, sucking Craig’s poor excuse for a cock. It was so small and thin she could fit it all into her mouth without it ever reaching her throat. He had one pudgy hand on her head and was thrusting back and forth, “Ooooh yessss! I knew you’d be a good cocksucker! Take it all baby!”
If she wasn’t so repulsed she’d laugh, take it all? Jesus. The rancid smell of sweat nearly overwhelmed her and the soft blubber of his belly padded against her forehead.
She grabbed his base and sucked hard at the crown, trying desperately to get him off before he could want more from her. He’d stripped her slowly, like a present and he’d mistaken the shiver of disgust for desire.
“Fuck! Suck that head, you really are a nympho, aren’t you?” A big meaty paw reached down between them and crushed her breast. It was so hard it made her wince, and Craig chuckled wickedly, “oh you like that don’t you, you like that a lot? I can’t wait to suck them, and we have all night.”
Sophie’s heart sank, she shifted to get more comfortable.
“On your back Sophie, I want some of what Howie’s been ploughing.”
She considered running, taking the opportunity to leave, to get away, maybe run home to Kaelan. She could see herself begging for forgiveness, and the hard, cold expression as he cast her out again. He would do it too, she knew he would.
She lay back on the sofa and with a grimace she opened her legs. Craig’s porcine features broke into a grin and he wiped the sandy comb-over from his brow. His eyes glittered as he positioned himself.
“Yes, that’s it! I wanted you the first time we met you, Howard told me you were a prime piece of cunt. Ohhhhh.” Sophie watched his eyes roll back into his head as his pencil-thin prick slid into her pussy.
As he bottomed out he fell onto her, almost driving the air from her lungs. It was appalling, something to survive. Craig sawed away at her, his cock making no impression and she suddenly thought that she wanted protection, a condom, something between their flesh.
“Craig…uhhh…Craig!” She tapped his shoulder urgently, “we need a condom, please! Stop!”
He moved in and out again, his substantial arse flexing away, “noooo needddd old girl, I’m shooting blanks!” he tried to kiss her, and she managed to wrestle away from his mouth. She let out a moan of anguish and involuntarily wrapped her legs around his back, or as far around his thighs as she could manage.
“YESSSSSSSSS!!!! FFFFFFUCK ME HOWIE YOU BASTARD!!!!” Helena’s cry was so loud Sophie jumped, forcing Craig’s tiny cock in as far as it could reach. Coupled with what was happening to her, the notion that Howie was upstairs, screwing Craig’s wife, made her close her eyes with jealousy and despair.
“I’m going to cum inside you, you fucking whore. YESSSSSSS!” she felt the behemoth between her legs begin to twitch and tremor, and she closed her eyes so tightly that she saw swirling black dots.
*****
It had gone on late into the night. Every time Sophie thought the torment was over, Craig had found other ways to torture her. He’d fucked her with a carrot from the kitchen, made her suck his cock and filmed it on his phone, and finally, when she’d lost all sense of time and personhood, he’d fucked her in the ass.
The latter parts of her torture, Howie and Helena had watched from the doorway, and Sophie had observed through bitter tears as they smiled and kissed and fondled each other. As Craig emptied himself for the last time in her asshole, she’d been forced to watch her boyfriend holding Helena in his arms and screwing her into a gibbering frenzy against the wall.
Since they’d left, Sophie had been in the bathroom. She’d locked the door and run herself a bath. It was blisteringly hot. She needed to get Craig’s stench off her body, she needed to get his filth out of her pussy and ass. Sophie scrubbed herself raw.
“Are you okay in there?” Howie knocked on the door, “you were such a good girl, I’ll get the job, no question. And it’s partly down to you. Let’s celebrate. I’ll take you out tomorrow, yeah?”
It took all her willpower to grunt an affirmative, luckily it seemed to satisfy him because she heard him walk away into the bedroom. The door closed and she breathed a sigh. It had been one of the most terrible things she’d ever endured, and she needed space to either process it or block it out. A wave of nausea swept over her and she gagged, leaning away from the end of the bath and clutching desperately at her knees.
As the feelings of sickness passed and she felt able to recline safely again, her phone buzzed. It was on the chair next to her and with a limp hand she reached out to take it. Mindlessly, she swiped it open, and her heart thumped when she saw the sender ID.
[Kaelan]: Just when I thought you couldn’t stoop any lower. U bitch. Starting divorce proceedings. U better sort this out.
There was a hyper link in the message and Sophie didn’t need to click on it to know what it was. She started to type a reply but nothing she wrote made any sense; excuses, justifications, none of it seemed appropriate or sufficient. In the end, she dropped the phone on the floor, leaned over the side of the bath and cried. Pitifully, hopelessly, she snivelled until her throat was sore and her eyes were swollen.
Chapter 16: News
Kaelan had been summoned to see Mr. Grayson, he wasn’t too worried as he made his way through the empty corridors because things were going well. The rugby team had thrashed the local regional side, and the football team were through to the next round of the district knock-out competition. He was delivering what he’d promised when they’d appointed him.
The only flicker of doubt was the possibility that the school might have learned about Sophie’s internet escapades, but he didn’t think he would receive a quiet request if that was the case.
Mandy smiled at him as he knocked and came into the outer office, “go in Mr. Cope, he’s waiting for you.”
“Good morning Kaelan, please take a seat,” the welcome was not one you would expect to get if there was trouble, the tension he’d been carrying eased away, “I heard from the Sports Council last night. They are approving the grant for the refurbished sports centre. Congratulations! I knew you could do it. Your team should be very proud.”
Kaelan was silently amazed, the odds of achieving a successful grant were miniscule and when he’d applied, which had been part of his pitch to secure the post, the confidence he’d presented then had been heavily feigned. His Head of Department, Ian Black, would be delighted, it was a real coup.
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“Thank you, Sir, I’m pleased that it came though. We can really move some of the other sports forward now, the swimming pool is vital for the Olympic ambitions we have. I think…”
Mr. Grayson held his hand up, his black robe falling away from his arm, “…that is the one slight fly in the ointment. The pool, and the gym will both need to be open for community use.” He stopped and surveyed Kaelan through steepled fingers, it was evident that he expected something.
“What a nuisance, that will eat into the development squad time.”
Grayson sighed, “I feared as much, those bloody plebs,” he shook his head, “I wish we’d managed to talk some of the alumni into offering the money. Never mind, we will just have to work with what we have. Anyway, you did a marvellous job Kaelan, there will be a pay rise in this for you. Well done!”
The Headmaster leapt to his feet and gave Kaelan’s hand a vigorous shake, and promptly went back to his paper work.
“Congratulations!” Mandy beamed at him, “I opened the mail so I knew before anyone else. You did brilliantly, and despite what Mr. Grayson says,” she lowered her voice, “I think it’s great for the local people to have access to something like this.”
She leaned forward to pick something up from the front of her desk and he was treated to a splendid view down the front of her shirt. When she didn’t move for a while, he realised that she was doing it deliberately.
“Mandy?”
“Mmmmhhhmmm,” her eyes sparkled and he felt his dick throb in his pants.
Kaelan got closer to her desk and said, as quietly as he could, “how about another coffee later?”
She put her pen in the corner of her mouth and appeared to think about it. “Wellllllll,” he prepared himself for a refusal, and as her tongue stroked the tip of the pen and he almost groaned. He’d been asking her on and off for weeks now, and he’d nearly given up, “my husband is away for the week, at a conference in Thailand. Maybe you could come over for dinner? How about eight?”
He nodded dumbly with a bemused expression on his face. Mandy giggled, “here’s the address, just bring yourself.” She wrote it down on a yellow post-it note and handed it to him. He hummed merrily back to his office, and called Sophie’s Mum for cover. There was no way he was going to miss this dinner date. No way on Earth.
*****
He worked through the mid-term reports, it was so much easier than in his old job. These kids were too afraid to rock the boat, and the few that did were never brave enough to push too hard. The date with Mandy was distracting him far more than the grant success, he wondered if he would get anywhere, or if this was just phase two in the seduction.
Sophie hadn’t replied to his text about the porn site, but the clip had been removed so he was thankful for that. It still hurt though, and he tried to shake it off. Mandy was his immediate priority; his soon-to-be ex-wife wasn’t worth the effort. She would receive the papers any day now and he would finally be able to move forward.
“Hello,” he picked up his mobile on the first ring, it was Cilla.
“K, hi, any chance you could come over to our place later?” she sounded strange, not quite herself.
He couldn’t miss his date with Mandy, but he might be able to sneak out early, his currency was high after all. “I could pop over in about an hour? Any good?”
“Great, see you then,” and without even a goodbye, Cilla hung up.
*****
When he arrived, both of their cars were in the drive, and he sighed inwardly. There was no way that he was going to get into a session with the couple, not tonight. Kaelan pulled up on the street outside their house and went to the door.
Cilla answered it in a loose-fitting tracksuit. Her hair was tied up and she wasn’t wearing any make up. She gave him a tight smile and ushered him inside. “Just go through,” she directed, closing the door behind him.
Dave was sitting on the sofa, nursing a beer. He nodded for Kaelan to sit in one of the armchairs, which he did, although it didn’t feel right, it was like taking orders from one of the pupils, but he did it. Cilla came in and sat next to her husband.
“Oh, I’m sorry, do you want a drink or anything?” she made to stand up again, but Kaelan waved her down.
“What is it? What’s up?” He had an inkling, but he just wanted it said and done. It was the end of their play time, that much was apparent. Before, he would have fought it, simply because he wasn’t making the decision, because the power wasn’t in his hands, but not now.
“I’m pregnant,” Cilla’s calm statement was not what he was expecting.
“But…I mean…”
She took one of Dave’s hands and snickered, “please don’t ask me how K. When a man and a woman really like each other...”
Kaelan ignored the mockery and the sing-song tone, “who’s is it?”
“The baby is yours, biologically speaking,” Dave said softly, “but it won’t be your child.”
Kaelan was reeling, despite all the talk, despite all the games, he’d assumed that Cilla was really taking the pill, or that she was protected by some other method. The reality that she wasn’t, that she was pregnant, by him, was unbelievable. He sat forward, resting his hands on the floor and tried to regulate his breathing.
“We weren’t going to tell you at first, but Dave thought it was the right thing to do.”
Kaelan looked up, gasping for air, he couldn’t believe what was happening. “You weren’t… going to tell me? I don’t understand, I…”
Cilla slid off the sofa and came to him, stroking his face and helping him back into the chair.
“Please don’t be angry K. Dave and I, well we’ve wanted kids for a while, but his…” She crouch-walked back to the sofa.
“My sperm count is low Kaelan,” the older man said, his voice sad but strong, “I don’t know whether it’s age, whether we left it too late, or whether it’s just the nature of life’s vicious genetic lottery. We’ve been through IVF a couple of times, we considered fostering, but then you showed us a different path.”
“I…did?” he choked it out, and Cilla went to get him some water.
“You did. All the talk of breeding Cilla, the way you changed the whole game to suit yourself, it got us to thinking,” he waited while Cilla handed Kaelan the glass, “why not make the game a reality? You seemed to be into it, we both wanted a child. The likelihood of you getting Cilla pregnant was high, why not let nature take its course?”
“Let me get this straight, you used me to knock you up?” he addressed the question to Cilla, not yet willing to treat Dave as an equal, given the depth of the game they’d been playing.
“Yes,” Cilla grabbed Dave’s hand as if seeking strength from it, “but it doesn’t have to be a problem for you K. No one will need to know but us, we will even sign something legal if you like, making sure that you aren’t financially liable for the baby. And you can be a part of his or her life in any way you wish, or not at all, if that’s preferable? It’s up to you.”
Her pretty features were anxious, but there was also a hint of excitement there, the glow of a mum-to-be. Kaelan didn’t know what to say, he was beyond surprised. It was not at all what he thought he’d come to hear. Should he be excited? Should he be angry? He decided that the news was theirs, and if they were happy about it, he had no right to be anything else.
“I’m…happy for you both,” the words didn’t stick in his craw, he didn’t feel betrayed or used, not really, “I don’t want anything legal drawn up, I won’t be seeking formal access or anything. I’d be prepared to be Uncle Kaelan, if you were okay with it?”
Cilla giggled, “that would be amazing, see Dave I told you he’d be alright.”
Dave clasped her knee and beamed at his radiant wife, “it was the only way I could stomach all the cuckolding stuff. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I loved watching you two together it was hot, intense, but I hated being humiliated. I’m glad that it’s over.”
He wanted to apologise
, but he realised that it wasn’t necessary, Dave wasn’t complaining, merely stating a truth. It lifted something from Kaelan, a deep sense of dishonour he’d been harbouring around the whole thing. He knew he’d taken out his anger and frustration on Dave, but the result had been worth it, for all of them.
“To be honest, my first thought when you rang Cill, was that you wanted a session tonight. Then when I saw you at the door, I was certain that you wanted to end things. The possibility that you might be up the duff never even occurred to me.”
“Charming!” she laughed, “seriously K, thank you for everything. I mean it, you are the best.” He rose to meet her and they hugged in the middle of the room. Dave wiped his eyes and stood behind Cilla, gently patting her back.
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