Cuckware 02
-What time did you get here, honey?—Celia asked. She had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor, her head resting against the edge of the toilet.
Lori didn’t answer.
—How about I run you a bath? Just the way you like it—Celia insisted.
Lori stayed quiet.
—Or maybe you’d rather have breakfast first—Celia added, her smile fading when she didn’t find Lori’s.
—Is something wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital?
Lori took a deep breath.
—Who were you talking to last night?—she tried to sound calm. She didn’t manage it.
Now it was Celia who didn’t answer. She went pale, looked sicker than Lori.
—I need to check the mail—she said, leaving the room.
Lori’s crotch started getting wet.
When she came downstairs, Celia was making breakfast, her back turned.
—Show me your phone.
Celia didn’t turn around.
—What?
—Your phone.
—Why?
Lori walked closer. Put a hand on the counter, next to where Celia was cutting fruit.
—I want to know who you were talking to last night.
—I wasn’t...
—Goddammit, Celia, let me see the phone—Lori cut her off.
—You need to calm down, you need to...—Celia put the knife down and ran to the bedroom. She closed the door. Lori heard her crying on the other side.
Half an hour later, Celia came out with red eyes.
—Here—she said, and threw the phone at her with contempt.
Lori caught it. Swiped her finger. Nothing.
—I can’t unlock it.
—The phone asked me to change the recently—Celia said. She took it from her hands, unlocked it with anger, and handed it back.
Lori held it for about three minutes. Scrolled through screens. Opened settings. Went back to the home screen.
—You deleted all the chats. And the call log.
—It’s accumulated space... it’s useless—Celia muttered, hugging herself.
—Who were you talking to last night?
—I already told you, I wasn’t talking to anyone—she said, trying to go back to the bedroom, but Lori grabbed her arm.
—Let go, you’re hurting me, Lori...
Lori’s cheeks were red. She was angry. She was wet. She let go of Celia without a word.
Celia went back to the bedroom to change. When she came out, she was wearing a wine-red silk blouse, with small buttons going up to her sternum. The first two were undone. It wasn’t a scandalous neckline, just a triangle of skin, the start of the shadow between her breasts.
Her jeans were black. The kind that look formal if you don’t look too hard. But Lori was looking. And she could see how the fabric stretched over her thighs when Celia crossed her legs.
They didn’t say goodbye. Lori pretended not to see her leave.
When she heard the car drive away, her hand took control and went straight into her vagina. No buildup. Just a hard, rough penetration. It didn’t hurt. She was too lubricated.
—No, no, no—she ordered her hand between moans.
She was lying on the floor, fighting her own limb. Trembling.
—H-help...—she tried to say, but only a long moan came out. She was drooling. Her hand went in and out. Her whole fist was inside.
(17:45) “Hi Lori, this is Francis, sorry for the intrusion. I heard about the fight between you and Celia. The person she was talking to was me. I’ve been having a lot of personal problems these past few weeks and Celia has been my rock. The reason I didn’t tell you is that it’s a delicate matter. Celia is a wonderful person and she loves you.”
(17:46) “How did you get my number.”
(17:46) “I copied it from Celia’s phone, sorry. I needed to explain this to you.”
(17:47) “My wife is the only person who needs to explain anything to me.”
(17:47) “I understand, but she’s a fragile person. If you could see her now, you’d know how much she loves you.”
(17:48) “Fine. We’ll talk about it in private today.”
(17:49) “About that, I hope you don’t mind, but today is my birthday and Celia and the others have put something together at the bar. I’m not supposed to know. I’d love for you to be there, and I know Celia would too.”
The bar was already full when Lori pushed the door open.
She took off her leather jacket and let it fall over the back of an empty chair. Underneath she wore a black blouse. The skirt was short. One of those skirts made for showing off, not for sitting down.
—Two beers—she ordered without looking at the bartender.
Her fingers drummed on the bar. She waited. Felt the stares before she saw them. Some she ignored. Others she gave back. She didn’t smile. She didn’t have to smile.
Then she saw them. Francis, at the back, surrounded by the usual crowd. And next to him, Celia.
Celia was wearing the wine-red silk blouse. The same buttons. The same triangle of skin. Celia must have felt the weight of her gaze, because she turned.
Their eyes met.
She swallowed and walked over to them, both beers in hand.
—What a surprise—Francis said when he saw her.
The others seemed happy to see her too. Everyone except Celia, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. Still, Lori sat down next to her.
Then, with a quick move, she ed her one of the beers. Celia took it. A minute later, Lori gestured for a toast. She clinked back.
—You look good—Celia said after a sip.
—You too...—Lori replied.
Celia reached her hand under the table. They intertwined their fingers. Their wedding rings. After everything that day, they could finally breathe.
—I want to thank you all—Francis began, interrupting everyone’s conversations—and I also want to give a proper welcome to Lori to our group. I think we’ll all agree she’s a fantastic person.
Everyone nodded. Some raised their glasses.
—Th-thanks—Lori said. She hated him.
—Hey, how about we play a game?—Francis suggested.
—There’s only one game worth playing.
—Done, done, done...—Leo shouted, unable to finish his Buffalo wings on his own.
—Alright, leave it—Francis said.
Leo ran to the bathroom.
—Who’s next? Who hasn’t gone?—Francis said, looking to the back, where Lori and Celia were laughing together.
—Celia? Why don’t you go?—Francis asked.
—I don’t think...
—Come on—Francis said, in a different tone.
Lori stared at Celia. And she noticed it. Celia’s pupils opened, expanded for just an instant before she stood up and walked over to Francis.
—Alright, what’ll it be? Dare or truth?
—I think truth...
—Truth is boring. Don’t you want something else?
A moment ed. Then she said yes.
—How about...—he said, looking directly at Lori—you give me a kiss.
Everyone laughed. Lori hurried over to them.
—Francis, no...
—Come on, Lori would like it, wouldn’t she? She’s a cuck, don’t forget.
A pulse like a needle stabbed into her back. It hurt when Francis said that.
—Or am I wrong, Lori? You can tell me if it makes you uncomfortable and we’ll stop. Or say yes if you want to see your wife kiss someone else.
No, you bastard, leave my wife alone, she thought.
—Y-Yes—came out instead.
Everyone laughed again.
—See, Celia? She agrees.
Lori wanted to scream. Wanted to hit him. But her body wasn’t getting the message.
Celia walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
The group booed, but Celia seemed ready to go back to Lori. Then Francis grabbed her arm and whispered something in her ear.
Lori kept watching her. And she saw it.
Celia’s pupils, for an instant, seemed to disappear. Like someone had turned off the light behind her eyes.
Then, like an old computer that has to reboot, Celia opened her eyes and turned back to Francis. Something in her posture had changed. She wasn’t the same woman who a second earlier had wanted to return to Lori’s side.
Celia went to Francis and then it happened.
Celia raised a hand and placed it on the back of Francis’s neck. Her fingers tightened, gripping him like she might fall. Then she brought her mouth to his.
She opened her lips before reaching him. When they collided, Celia pushed her face against Francis’s, her mouth so open it looked like she wanted to swallow him whole. You could hear the wet sound of their tongues.
Saliva started to drip from the corner of her lips, thick, shiny. She didn’t try to wipe it off. She couldn’t. She was possessed.
When they finally pulled apart, a thread of saliva hung between their mouths, stretching until it broke.
Celia blinked.
And then, as if waking from a dream, her face collapsed. Confusion. Shame. Her hands were shaking. She looked at Francis, then at Lori, then at her own hands, as if she didn’t recognize what she had just done.
She wiped her face like there was dirt on it. She looked like she wanted to cry. Everyone was applauding. Lori’s panties were so wet that if she had taken them off, she could have wrung them out and filled a glass.
Lori took Celia in her arms. She was shaking with rage.
—Let’s go, please, let’s go—Celia whispered in her ear.
They made it to the parking lot when Francis’s voice caught up to them.
—Celia, I thought we agreed you’d give me a ride.
—I never...—Celia tried to say.
But Francis was already opening the back door.
—Come on—he ordered.
And they both got in.
—Where do I drop you?—Lori asked through gritted teeth. She gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles went white. If she could, she’d kill him.
—I think I’d like to keep the party going a little... just the three of us. What do you say?—Francis said from the back seat. Then he leaned forward, resting his arms on both their headrests—. Lori, what do you think?
Lori felt Francis’s breath on her neck. Celia, next to her, stared out the window. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Or she didn’t want to.
—S-sure—Lori said.
She bit her tongue. The taste of iron filled her mouth.
When they arrived, Francis took Celia by the hand, like they were the couple and Lori was the guest. That got her hot.
Once inside, Francis took off his shoes and threw them on the floor.
—Why don’t you show me our bedroom?
They both walked to their room without protest.
Francis brought one of the dining chairs and placed it near the bed.
—I think you’ll like the view better from here, Lori—She was lying next to Celia, but as soon as he said that, she got up and went to sit down.
Then he lay down with Celia, who was facing the wall, breathing hard. She knew what was going to happen.
—Look at me—he ordered.
Celia turned around. She was facing him.
—Aren’t you hot?—he asked.
—N-no...—Celia shook her head, barely a tremble. Then, without him having to repeat the question—: Yes—she finally said.
Francis grabbed the center of her blouse, right where the buttons met, and with one hard tug, the fabric gave with a rip. The buttons flew and bounced off the floor, the bed, the back of the chair where Lori was sitting.
Lori had given her that blouse. Last Christmas.
—Has anyone told you how lucky you are, Lori?
—Y-yes...—she said. Her voice came out softer than she intended. Like someone else was answering for her.
—And you are—Francis said, turning his gaze back to Celia. He ran a finger along the edge of her bra, barely grazing her skin—. With this big-titted woman.
—Tell me what first attracted you to Celia—Francis ordered.
—Her laugh—she answered, her voice breaking. She meant it.
—No, it wasn’t. It was her tits. Say it.
—Wh-What first attracted me to Celia was her tits.
—Why don’t we let her have a perfect view of them, Celia?—Francis said as he unhooked her bra. They fell for a moment.
—Have you ever seen other tits this big?
—No...
—And you, Celia, have you seen tits as big as yours?
—M-My mother’s...
—Maybe someday we can visit her. Would you like that, Lori? Right?
—Mmm... N-no!—Lori shouted. It came out clumsy, more like a bark than a word. But it was hers. It came from her.
Francis frowned. He got up from the bed and walked over to her. Lori felt his shadow before she saw him.
He stopped right in front of the chair. Looked down at her.
—This turns you on—he said. It wasn’t a question—. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. Everything you’re about to see turns you on.—He leaned in—. But you don’t get to come until I tell you.
Lori started squirming in the chair. Her breathing turned fast, ragged. She didn’t want to be hot. She didn’t want her body to respond. But the message kept coming. She was on the edge of an orgasm.
It was uncomfortable.
When she looked back at Celia and Francis, they were kissing. Francis had his hand on Celia’s ass.
—God...—Celia said every time they pulled apart.
Francis had one hand on Celia’s ass. Squeezing hard, fingers digging into the fabric.
—God...—she kept saying.
It wasn’t an acted moan. Her pupils were huge, like she had taken every pill in the medicine cabinet.
Lori’s hand moved toward her crotch.
—Ow!—she yelped as soon as her hand went inside her vagina.
It was strange. She was more than lubricated.
—What’s wrong, Lori?—Francis asked as he pulled down Celia’s jeans.
—I-It hurts...—she muttered while her hand kept pushing deeper and deeper inside her.
—Of course it does. That’s what happens when you don’t come and you’re fucking turned on. You’re like a pressure cooker. If no one releases the pressure, you explode...—then he slapped Celia’s ass—. Fuck, what a nice ass you have.
They both moaned at the same time.
—I think it’s showtime, girls. Celia, you know some yoga, right?
—Yes—she said, desperate.
—How about a reverence?—Francis laughed.
Celia lifted her ass and knelt down, her face buried in the bed.
Francis pulled down his pants. His dick was pointing at Celia.
Celia couldn’t look at him. She kept her face buried in the bed. Lori could see her gripping the sheets.
Francis stepped closer. Brushed the tip against Celia’s ass cheek. She tensed up.
—Easy—Francis said. And again—. Easy.
Celia took a deep breath. Lori did too.
Francis brushed against her again. Lower this time. Closer. Celia moaned.
Lori had her hand inside herself. She didn’t putting it there. But it was there.
Francis pushed a little. Just a little. She arched her back. Her face was still buried in the bed, but now you could hear her breathing.
—God—Celia whispered.
He stopped. Didn’t pull the tip out. But didn’t push further.
Celia moaned at the interruption. A long whine, a whimpering sound.
—You hear that, Lori? Your wife wants me to fuck her. What do you think?
Lori didn’t answer.
—If you want me to stop, say so now. I wouldn’t want to do anything you didn’t agree to.
Lori opened her mouth. Closed her mouth. Nothing came out.
She looked back at Celia. Francis ran a hand down her back. Slowly. From her shoulders to her waist. Celia was shaking.
He pushed a little more. Just a little. The tip went in. But again he stopped right at that point. Another whine followed, but this time not from Celia (who was clearly frustrated too)— from Lori.
—What’s wrong, Lori?—Francis asked.
—Nothing...—came out of her mouth. Her vagina was swollen.
—If you want, I’ll stop—he said, pulling his dick completely out of Celia.
—No... don’t stop—Lori shouted.
Francis smiled. Stayed still.
—Say it right—he demanded.
—Don’t stop—Lori repeated.
—Don’t stop what?
—Don’t stop... fucking her.
Francis looked at her and pushed.
This time no pause. No games. One hard push, all the way in. Celia screamed. And Francis stopped again.
—What do you want me to do, Lori?
Lori was fingering herself with her hand. Desperate.
—Fuck her—she shouted—. Fuck Celia.