Chapter One

Consequences Begin

 

The loud splintering noise from downstairs fetched her from the deep sleep usual to her with a start; facing, as she normally did when waking, on her side towards the bedside cabinet and alarm-clock.

Early morning sunshine streamed into her eyes through a crack in the curtains and she saw the timepiece read 7.20.

The sound that fetched her awake was forgotten for the moment and her lips stretched into a languorous smile as she felt the delicious soreness at her crotch that fetched to mind the gymnastics of the night before courtesy of the lover whose presence she could feel next to her as he continued to sleep.

Her smile not lessened any as she recalled how that lover had cowed her husband on that first night after introducing them both and watched with growing arousal as her lover down the new rules going ahead and told him that he was the man of the house from this point on and his wife's pussy was off-limits to him without his express permission.

The look of complete demoralisation on the face of the husband - the same man who had given her the now married grown-up son and daughter she so doted upon - likewise did nothing to put a crimp in her libidinous recall of the previous night's events.

Far from it.

Even when he had tried to object and the larger and more powerful man had... corrected ...him.

And done so in such a way she knew her husband would barely be able to look her in the eye going ahead for her having witnessed it and revelled in it .

Let alone defy her.

Despite this, of course, and wanting to believe she was a good person still; she continued to tell herself that she loved her husband and - though not in a way either her children or her parents would recognise - always would.

She had, she assured him, no intention of leaving him and loved him as much now as she always had.

Just differently.

It had taken no more than her acting upon the advice of a friend whose lifestyle she envied to see her husband for the beta-male he really was and how much happier they would both be if they simply accepted their real natures and adapted to them.

This after having found herself thrilled to hear of her friend and colleagues own adventures in the world of cuckolding and wifely dominance.

So what if he hadn't reacted well when she told him what her newly adventurous behaviour in their bedroom was really leading to.

No pain without gain, as she recalled her husband quoting some champion boxer who, by the way, was no longer a champion or even a boxer.

She had been warned by her friend that any rage on his part would be no more than bluster and posturing on his part and that his weakness would soon ensure he caved in to both her demands and her authority like the weakling he was at heart.

Though she hadn't enjoyed hearing her husband spoken of in such a way by a woman who was a relative stranger at the time, the observation by that same woman who was no longer a stranger, she now knew, was no more than a simple statement of fact.

Why else, after all, would her lover her friend and work-colleague had arranged for her have been able to dominate and command him the way he had?

Seven inches taller and over four stones heavier than her husband notwithstanding.

With a good proportion of that weight being muscle.

Not to mention cock.

The smile on her gradually waking face became broader as she recalled the mush she had been reduced to by the man who owned the appendage in question - even if he was neither as good-looking, intelligent, or successful as the man whose bed and wife he had commandeered.

Even in that blissful time between sleep and full consciousness, she felt herself troubled and, for the first time, asked herself how she would explain it to the son and daughter who revered their father?

If that is, they were to ever discover just how much the mother they adored just as equally had mistreated and disrespected their dad.

Or, rather, had allowed another man to perform the task for her.

It was, she assured herself in that twilight zone before she came fully awake, an issue she prayed would never raise its head - made too delusional by the altitude to which the previous night's fucking had taken her to realise just how much she was in denial.

A denial, though she was not to know it at that point, she would soon see shattered beyond all repair.

Magnificent cock or not, she told herself through the aforementioned denial, she did have to concede she felt a few pangs of guilt for the look of shame and pain that contorted her husband's face when that lover told him to pack some things and find a hotel for a couple of nights.

Absence required for obvious reasons.

That lover and wife wouldn't be interrupted by, as the lover himself described it: "your hubby's pathetic beta whining as a real man serviced his woman".

And in ways the husband knew he could never get remotely close to achieving for himself.

Let alone emulating.

She had orgasmed just hearing the words leave her lovers lips before he virtually frogmarched her smaller and utterly intimidated husband up to the bedroom that was no longer his to get his things.

And yes, he began fucking her almost before the front-door closed on her vanquished beta-husband.

And yes again, and exactly as her friend had told her, the utter demoralisation and powerlessness of her husband was everything she had been led to believe it would be.

A sigh escaped the fallen wife's lips as the recall of their passion and the feel of being taken again and again sent electricity from head to pussy as she felt something sticky coating her back and recalled the prowess of the black lover still occupying her marital bed.

 

Her smile broadened under the sunlight now streaming in through the crack in the curtains as it struck her that the sleeping brute next to her had been unable to resist her charms and, instead of waiting for her to wake, had dealt with his morning wood himself and ejaculated onto her back.

Time now, she thought with hungry anticipation, to see if he had left anything left in his copious and quite magnificent sexual the tank for the real thing.

Turning over, she felt even more stickiness and was about to call his name to wake him when her eyes widened in shock as they took in a part of the scene about to turn her life into a horror-show.

Instinctively leaping from the bed, the scream leaving her lips was made even shriller as the door burst open and a uniformed policeman entered to take in the sight of her nude and still shapely late-forties body standing above the bed.

A bed with blood drenched sheets and the body of a large man lying upon the mattress with what looked like...

Her expression froze in a rictus of shock and terror as she realized what she was seeing protruding from her lover's chest was a top-of-the-range carving knife she recognised came from her own kitchen.

It was the exact moment she dropped swooning to the floor...