She Gave Herself to a More Successful Man (Patreon)

“Scotch?” Declan asked.

James wasn’t a big fan of Scotch, but he didn’t want to risk doing anything that might make Sophie’s boss think less of him. His wife had repeatedly pointed out how important the evening was to her career.

“That would be great, thanks,” James said.

Declan was an undeniably impressive man. He’d built his company into an international powerhouse over a span of twenty years and he’d earned a reputation as a shrewd, ruthless businessman that refused to settle for anything less than what he wanted.

James wondered if Declan’s remarkable good looks played a part in his success. He seemed far younger than his 52 years – if not for the salt and pepper hair James would have guessed him to be no more than 40 years old – and he clearly worked to stay in shape, unlike some of his successful peers.

“Here you are,” Declan said as he handed James a Scotch on the rocks.

“Thanks,” James replied.

Declan’s gaze turned to Sophie and his wife as they chatted across the room. “Let’s drink to your wife,” he said. “She’s proven to be among my most valuable employees. I see a lot of myself in her, to be honest. She’s driven to do whatever it takes to get the job done, which is a quality I value more than almost any other.”

James raised his glass and took of a sip of the smoky, exceptionally strong whiskey. He tried his best not to make a face at how much he disliked the way it felt sliding down his throat.

“Come, James,” Declan said as he turned and walked into his study.

The room looked like a cross between a library and a high tech office. The desk was littered with expensive electronic equipment and the shelves were adorned with elegant-looking hardcover books.

There were two leather chairs on the other side of the desk and Declan sat in one as he gestured for James to take the other.

James took another sip of his drink and regretted it immediately. Too much of the overwhelmingly strong liquid slipped down his throat and he coughed.

Declan said nothing, though his smile spoke volumes. James was fairly certain that the enormously successful man didn’t think much of him.

Why would he, though? Other than being married to Sophie, James didn’t have much to hang his hat on. He had a good job that paid him far more than most people made, but Sophie brought home a great deal more than he did and both of them made a pittance compared to Declan.

As the silence dragged on, James felt uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure what Declan’s purpose was in bringing him into the study and he was eager to find out.

“That’s quite a collection of books,” James said, mostly to fill the silence. He knew it wasn’t particularly insightful or useful, but his discomfort had become overwhelming.

Declan smiled and sipped his drink, but he said nothing in response. Instead, he stood up and walked to the other side of his desk. He put his drink down and looked at James.

“The first time I fucked your wife was in this room,” he said.

James nearly dropped his drink on the expensive rug beneath his feet. “What?” he said.

“I told her to bend over my desk and put her hands right there,” Declan continued as he pointed to a spot in front of his computer. “She did so without hesitation.” He looked at James and smiled. “Your wife has always been a very good girl.”

“What?” James said again, though this time he’d managed to move past his complete and overwhelming surprise to find a bit of anger.

“I lifted her skirt and found an exquisite lace thong,” Declan said as he leaned down and opened one of the desk drawers. He pulled out a lace thong and handed it to James. “Most women don’t wear underwear like that to work, James. Your wife isn’t like most women, is she?”

James shook his head.

“Bring them to your nose, James. Breathe deeply,” Declan instructed.

James found himself doing as he was told. He brought the panties to his nose. He breathed in. Amazingly, he smelled his wife’s perfume.

“I pulled her panties off and slipped them into my pocket,” Declan continued. “Sophie didn’t make a sound. She didn’t try to move. She knew what was coming.”

James felt glued to the leather chair. He couldn’t tell if it was the surprise of hearing that his wife had been fucked by her boss or Declan’s magnetism, but he wanted to hear the rest of the story.

“I told Sophie to unbutton her blouse and expose her breasts for me. She did so without hesitation. I stepped behind her and took her soft, splendid tits in my hands. I squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, but she kept her mouth closed and swallowed the pain.”

James sipped his drink. The strong taste no longer felt like a bother. It was a salve against the painful impact of the story he was listening to.

“I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock,” Declan continued as he stared into James’s eyes. “I pressed her face into the desk and pushed into your wife. I took her from behind, James. I took what I wanted and she offered no resistance.”

James imagined his beautiful blonde wife bent over the desk. He imagined her getting fucked from behind. Instead of getting angry, he found a puzzling and worrisome sense of arousal building between his legs.

“It wasn’t until she started moaning that I realized your wife wasn’t getting what she needed at home,” Declan said. “They weren’t courtesy moans. They weren’t designed to make me cum faster and get it over. They were moans of pleasure. They were the moans of a woman that was finally being fucked by a man.”

James was utterly dumbfounded. He felt like he was on the worst roller coaster ride of his life, and to make matters worse he was feeling a little bit tipsy from the strong alcohol he’d downed.

“There’s great pleasure in fucking a woman that’s been deprived of good sex, James. Great pleasure,” Declan said as he settled into his desk chair. He sipped his drink and smiled. It was the smile of a man that knew he could have absolutely anything he craved.

“Why?” was all James could muster.

“Because I take what I want, James. Because I wanted your wife. Because she wanted me. Because she happily bent over. Because she happily let me fuck her. Because she happily let me cum inside her.”

“You…you came inside her?” James asked.

Declan laughed. “Of course I did, James. She didn’t stop me. She didn’t ask me to pull out. She told me to cum inside her. She practically begged me for it. She wanted it. She needed it. You are not man enough for your wife, James.”

“How many times have you been with her?” James asked.

“Been with her? Are you trying to ask how many times have I fucked your wife?” Declan replied.

James nodded.

“I haven’t counted, James. She still doesn’t say no, though. In fact, I’d say Sophie has grown quite accustomed to having a real man fuck her.”

Declan looked past James and smiled. “Welcome,” he said.

James turned and saw Sophie step into the study. She looked radiant in the knee-length satin dress she’d worn to the dinner party. She had a glass of champagne in her hand and a happy, almost gleeful look on her face.

“Why don’t you give your husband a kiss?” Declan said.

Sophie stepped closer and bent over to kiss James on the cheek. Her lips were warm and soft against his skin and she let them linger for a few seconds before standing and moving towards Declan.

The older man leaned forward and ran his fingers up Sophie’s bare legs. They moved under her dress and she closed her eyes and moaned quietly when he reached her pussy.

“She’s wet, James,” Declan said.

James looked at his wife. Her eyes were still closed. She placed a hand on Declan’s desk to steady herself.

“Tell your husband what you want, Sophie.”

Sophie opened her eyes and turned to James. She smiled and said, “I want Declan to fuck me.”

James knew they’d already passed the point where he could do something about the situation. Declan’s fingers were in his wife’s pussy. She was staring at him and declaring her desire to have sex with her boss. There was no argument he could make that would end with him reclaiming her.

“Go to your husband,” Declan said.

His fingers moved out from under her dress and Sophie did as her boss desired. James looked up at his beautiful wife as she stood in front of him. He saw her erect nipples poking through the soft satin of her dress. He saw the look of lust in her eyes.

“Go ahead, James. Feel her pussy. Feel her desire,” Declan said.

James put his drink down and leaned forward. He let his fingers move up Sophie’s thighs and between her legs. He found her pussy and slipped inside her. She was wet, just as her boss had said. James slipped a third finger inside his wife and penetrated her. She moaned as he moved in and out of her body.

“That’s good, James. Embrace her desire. Show her that you support her need for a real man. Play with her pussy. Bring her to the edge of orgasm,” Declan instructed from across the desk.

James fingered his wife harder and faster. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance. Declan stood up and moved behind Sophie.

“That’s enough, James,” he said.

James pulled his fingers from Sophie’s pussy. She smiled at him as Declan lifted her dress and unzipped his pants.

“What do you want, Sophie?” Declan asked.

She looked into James’s eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“What about your husband?”

Sophie bent over and put her hands on James’s knees. “I want him to watch,” she said.

“Tell him the truth, Sophie,” Declan demanded as he pulled off Sophie’s panties.

A smile crossed her face as she looked into James’s eyes. “You’re not man enough for me,” she said.

A look of pleasure crossed Sophie’s face and she closed her eyes. Declan was inside her. “Oh, fuck,” she said.

Declan fucked her slowly as James studied his wife’s face. He found it more arousing and beautiful than he thought possible. He was experiencing deep pain and pleasure in the same moment.

When Sophie’s hand moved between his legs and played with his hard cock, some of James’s pain went away. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“You’re hard,” she said.

James nodded.

“Of course he is,” Declan said as he fucked Sophie harder and faster.

Sophie seemed to find joy in her husband’s erection. “He was right about you,” she said.

Declan pulled out and grabbed a handful of Sophie’s blonde hair. He pulled her upright and she turned to kiss him. She sucked on his tongue as James watched.

Declan deftly untied the strip of satin that kept her dress on and pulled it down, exposing Sophie’s breasts. He manhandled them and kissed her once more. James’s erection throbbed as he watched.

Once more Declan grabbed a handful of Sophie’s hair. He bent her over and her hands came down on James’s legs.

A pained look crossed Sophie’s face as Declan pushed inside her.

“He’s in my ass,” she said to her husband.

Declan laughed. He maintained his tight grip on Sophie’s hair and pushed into her. James saw the pain on her face. He saw nothing that made it seem like she wanted it to stop, though.

“Does your husband take your ass, Sophie?” he asked.

“No,” she said between moans.

“Why not?”

Sophie looked at James and smiled. “He’s not man enough to deserve my ass.”

All James could do was watch. He felt no urge to stop it. He felt no urge to get up. He felt the opposite. He wanted to watch.

Declan fucked her ass harder. He pulled back on her hair and she closed her eyes and let him use her body. She felt the pain. She seemed to feel the pleasure of being used.

“Where do you want it?” Declan asked.

“My ass. Cum in my ass,” Sophie said.

Declan laughed. James’s cock throbbed painfully. He was confused by his desire but he wasn’t willing to walk away. Another man was having anal sex with his wife and he couldn’t get up. He couldn’t stop watching.

Sophie arched her back and looked towards the ceiling as Declan pulled hard on her hair and fucked her ass.

“Take it,” he said.

He stopped thrusting. He was cumming inside her. James was watching another man cum in his wife’s ass.

Sophie remained bent over when Declan pulled out. She looked into her husband’s eyes as her boss pulled up his pants, grabbed his drink, and left.

Sophie leaned forward and kissed James. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. A long, low, sensual moan followed.

“Do you want to see?” Sophie whispered.

James nodded.

She stood up, slowly turned around, and bent over. Her ass cheeks opened and James was staring at the hole another man had just fucked and filled with cum.

Sophie’s asshole was smooth, slippery, and a little red from the abuse it had just taken. There wasn’t yet any liquid dripping out of her, but James knew that Declan’s cum was inside her and it turned him on in a way he didn’t understand.

Drawn forward by a desire he didn’t comprehend, James pressed his face between his wife’s smooth ass cheeks and licked her asshole. It made no sense, and yet he felt a powerful kind of lust centered between his legs.

When Sophie moaned, James worked his tongue even faster over her asshole. He couldn’t help himself. He was licking the hole someone else had just fucked and filled with cum.

“That feels so good,” Sophie said. “Soothe my sore little asshole with your tongue, baby.”

James couldn’t believe what his wife was saying. He couldn’t believe she’d want him to do such a thing, and yet they were both participating and doing so eagerly.

“That’s good, baby,” Sophie said as she stood up after a few minutes. “He’s still inside me, and trust me when I say you don’t want to lick that up.”

James wondered if he would have continued licking even when Declan’s cum began leaking out of her. He wasn’t sure it would have been an automatic no.

“I had no idea you were capable of being so naughty,” Sophie said as she tied her dress around her neck once more. “I guess Declan knew, though. He certainly knew I was the kind of girl that wouldn’t be able to resist the desires of a powerful man like him.”

Sophie sat in her husband’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her and they shared a kiss. She didn’t seem to mind that he’d just been licking her ass.

“Your cock feels so hard,” Sophie whispered as she ground her ass into his lap.

“I know. It’s crazy,” James replied, giving at least some voice to the chaos playing out in his head.

Sophie gently pressed her forehead against his. “It can be a lot crazier,” she whispered. “I have some wild stories to tell you if you want to hear them.”

“I’d love to,” James added as he moved his fingers between her legs and pressed them into her pussy.

Sophie moaned softly. “Good. Maybe you can do more of that while I tell you.”

“I’d love to,” James said. He felt more of the wild, unfamiliar desire that had emerged as he watched Declan fuck his wife.

Sophie gently pulled his hand from between her legs. “Later,” she said. “For now we have a dinner party to attend.”

“Right.” James had temporarily forgotten where they were. “Of course. Yes, a dinner party.” He laughed. “We should do that.”

Sophie stood up and straightened her dress. She bent down and picked up her panties to pull them up her legs. “I’m going to get cleaned up in the bathroom. Why don’t you take a moment here to make sure you’re not walking into the party with an erection?”

“Yes. Perfect,” James said.

Sophie kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.”

James watched as Sophie walked away. Her ass looked breathtaking in the satin dress. His cock still throbbed. He was going to have to wait a while before he’d be soft enough to return to the party.