Cucky Buys Some Lube

My phone chimed.

I looked at it, but I was distracted by the vision of Ms. Morrigan coming back from the kitchen, carrying a plate of cheese and fruit. She was barefoot, wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of fancifully-decorated leggings. Casual, relaxed, and utterly beautiful.

"Aren't you going to get that?" she asked me, settling down on the opposite side of the sofa and swinging her shapely legs up to place her delicate feet on my lap.

Well, no, I hadn't planned on it. But her sensual, devious smile convinced me otherwise. I picked up the phone.

"Hey cuck," the message read.

Oh, fuck. It was her lover. She had given him my number, and now he had joined her in tormenting me.

"Hello," I replied, tersely.

"So how's it hangin" he said. Skipping both the g and the apostrophe. Such an arrogant bastard. Before I could respond, he continued. "O thats right, its not hanging. Its all locked up in that cage isnt it?"

I groaned. Yes, it was. And of course it was getting uncomfortably semi-hard, as it always did when I was reminded of his existence in our lives.

I looked up at Morrigan. She was smiling at me, deviously, creating those adorable dimples in her cheeks. I sighed and responded, "Yes."

"So, I'm really looking forward to this weekend."

I'm sure he was. I knew he was taking her away for the weekend. I had already paid for the hotel room, and for two separate sets of provocative lingerie that I knew he was going to see her in before I would. If I ever saw them at all.

"So I've got another shopping list item for you."

I paused, and looked over at Morrigan, who was grinning as she popped a strawberry between her luscious lips.

"Okay," I replied.

"She told me she wants you to get a tube of Anal-ese."

I was sure she could see me flinch. Oh, Jesus.

"What?" she asked me. "Aren't you going to reply?"

I sighed and typed, "Okay."

"Great," he responded. "Have a nice weekend cuck. I know I will."

I turned off the phone. Obviously this had been a planned call. She was expecting it. She was still grinning as she chewed the berry. I had never met this guy, but she had described him to me. Tall, strong, well-built. Well-hung.

I could feel the knife in my gut twisting, two times, three.

She had already filled my head with breath-takingly painful images of her lavishing attention on this stranger's member. Allowing him to penetrate her, to receive the most exquisite pleasure a man can feel, the kind of pleasure that she delighted in denying to me. But even in my most feverish fantasies, I had never considered her offering up her most private and forbidden orifice to him. Until now.

"What's the matter?" she asked me, toying with a slice of camembert.

"I ... just ..." I stammered.

"You hadn't considered that?" she pressed.

I quivered in misery and amazement. No matter how far she led me down this dark path, there was always another level into which to sink.

"Be careful what you wish for," she said, slipping the wedge of cheese between her lips. "You never know what's going to happen next, do you?"

Ms Morrigan stepped out of the bathroom, back into the elegantly-appointed hotel room she was sharing with her lover. He was stretched out, leisurely, on the king-sized bed, naked, self-assured. Smiling at the sight of her in a black bustier and matching stockings.

As she approached the bed, she paused and stooped down, stepping in to a black vinyl harness. As she affixed the buckle over her right hip, a massive dildo dangled from her pubic mound.

"Turn over," she told him, as she began to squirt the lubricant over her silicon phallus. "You may want to bite that pillow.".... The End?