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This was treachery. Eloise scared me, innocent in demeanour, demonic in deeds. Seduced by her subtlety, tempted by a trail of sensual breadcrumbs, I was easy prey.Tonight was the night.In my bathroom, the careful drag of the razor blade gave me time to reflect. Of course, I should have seen this coming. It had been a tough year filled with loss and self-discovery. Experiencing such a break-up created many moments of wistful contemplation. I could be a better person.Then, I found Eloise and overestimated myself all over again. How on earth did I get myself into this? Fucking another man’s wife as the bull to a cuckolded husband? From a one-night stand, I thought she was single. It escalated into tawdry nights. I learned that denying Eloise was to endure nails scraped down a blackboard. The sex was insane; no one had ever matched my appetite before. Then it started, revelations camouflaged by her evasion, a drip, drip, drip of truth. Not wanting a relationship, okay, she was married. Naked, she sat on my lap and guided my erection up her arse. That cured my sudden attack of morality. Once, I was unsure about carrying on like this. No problem, let’s have some mind-bending sex. Lingerie, leather, deviancy, fucking anywhere she dared me.Fuck drunk.Eloise’s demeanour hovered between boredom and interest, but she always appealed to my innate curiosity. Well, she always presented that licentious body in a way that halted all rational thought. She did not want platitudes; she chided me as clichéd. She wanted my deepest desires, fantasies, and intimate recollections.She wanted all the salacious details. Picking over the bones like carrion, she found my weaknesses to exploit. Eloise was a dirty little sociopath, and I let her in. “You are very immature,” she goaded, “you have not lived as I have or felt as I have.”I would not give her the satisfaction. “Really? Then tell me how you have lived. What do you feel?”“What are words when you have not experienced them?”“Fiction,” I retorted.The tales of orgies, her voracious sexual appetite, and rampant bisexuality followed in vivid detail. Riding me, peering down as her florid words overloaded my imagination and overwhelmed my rampant cock. Eloise reduced me to a euphoric mess. Every time, I was filled with regret, and she was triumphant.When she left, I swore I would end this. Yet, as abstinence weakened my resolve, I could not wait until the next time.Yeah, she was an infuriating itch that I just had to scratch.-=-Caught in the corner of my eye, she leaned against the bathroom doorframe. I risked cutting my face. Naked, arms folded beneath her full breasts. Her perfect vision of lust beguiled me all over again. If Helena of Troy could launch a thousand ships, there was no penis alive that would not tremble at the sight of her.In her reflected gaze, an impassive expression rested on delicate cheekbones. Tight pores devoid of make-up and that long mousy hair scraped tight. I was caught up in the allure of its simplicity. She had a dirty face, and every single no-holds-barred fuck was written on those beguiling features.The last of the foam scraped away from my face; her fingertips were the arbiter of this closest shave.“Very good, Jamie, you scrub up well.”“Thanks.”Clasping my shoulder, she said, “Turn around.”She took the razor, and the towel fell. Wide-eyed, she would never say ‘please’; Eloise took pleasure in not asking. The whoosh of shaving foam lathered on my loins. The sudden alacrity of its meaning made her laugh.“This should be as smooth as your face for tonight.”Anticipating my protest, a single finger rested on my lips. For all my efforts of being standoffish, Bodrum Escort Eloise revelled in how my cock twitched to full arousal. The sap was already rising; it tightened my chunky balls. There was no way she would take pity and relieve me. Nope, this was her test. Amused, the blade caught the light, and her eyes matched that lip-curled rebuke.“Jamie, when are you going to learn? Tell me what you are thinking.”There was no chance I was doing that again, not after the last time.She pressed her finger to my lips again. “Never mind, at least this is easier when you have an erection.”This time, she had backed me into a corner of my own making. There was no way I could do this. Eloise said that being the cuckold was more difficult than being the bull. Yeah, I walked into that one.Her plan and my ordeal were simple, yet impossible: attend a Swingers Ball as her chaperone. Eloise wanted to fuck a woman, and my naïve fantasy was exploited. I would watch, nothing more, and definitely no action for me. Mindless with lust – she would let me bang the life out of her later.To reclaim her.The psycho wanted me to beg and plead to join in. Some role reversal for the meathead that pounded her holes and emptied his balls into them. Already, I was weakening.The razor clattered in the bowl, she wiped my loins and balls with the towel. The tingle of her touch on my naked skin made it twitch.“It looks bigger.”I huffed, “It’s not big enough?”“Big enough until a larger one comes along,” she mocked, “Now, get dressed. We’re going soon.”-=-Masks, I went along with it. Vices, I wanted all they had to offer. Eloise… I could do without her. That was a lie: the primal overruled the rational yet again. I tried to force a smile, but honestly, I could not be arsed. Eloise seemed subdued, a welcome reprieve from her egotism. Sticking to me like glue, her covetous arm rested inside mine. I did not care for her welfare: she had her clothes on. We declined the canapés, at odds with the carnality on the menu. I would not refuse the beautiful woman holding the tray. She reciprocated my smile; it lingered, and her eyes flashed at me. Woah, this was unexpected. Sipping champagne in the subdued light, Eloise shimmered in taut crushed velvet. Painted and coiffured with one intent etched on her features. It was not genteel. Her gaze roamed, and so did mine. Uncomfortable, my shirt collar was too tight, and the cut of this jacket inhibited movement. I thought I looked like a neanderthal doorman rather than a guest or a bodyguard to a gangster’s moll. Making polite chit-chat with other guests, most with their clothes on, infuriated her. Couple after couple mingled with others and us. So far, we heard ‘see you later’ and ‘enjoy the evening’. Perhaps, they could smell the toxicity on her.The woman returned with a tray of champagne, and I took new glasses. Again, her gaze was no accident. An ornate mask, a black silk choker, and a black lycra catsuit captured her fantastic curves. Turning her back to us, I admired her lithe, long legs and fine arse. The wiggle in her gait added for effect – I so would, all night, in a heartbeat.“Jamie, do you have to?”This was new, almost needy in tone. “Yes, I have to. We are only here to fuck.”“Well, I am. You watch.”“And you will get it. The last couple we spoke to, they went through that door there.”“Not with them,” she snapped, “maybe with them over there.”The objects of her desire were chatting with another couple. I baulked. From her slender figure, I would put her under thirty and him the same. Two lambs to the slaughter; it was never a fair fight. Taking the opportunity, socially lubricated, Bodrum Escort Bayan Eloise made her move.The conversation was just as pointless and frothy as the several before. At least Eloise did not look bored this time. Another glass of champagne had softened the rough edges of her vicious persona.It was the same woman again, holding the tray. This time, she glanced at my lips.“Enjoying the evening?” she offered.“I am now.”Was it a come-hither look? It was so enigmatic, and there was a moment when her eyes sparkled. The distraction did not last long as she glided away. Eloise was on manoeuvres with the megawatt smile and headlamp eyes to bait the trap. As Neve and Ryan, for tonight or for real, I liked them. He was affable and tried to make this as effortless as possible. Neve was friendly, calm, and collected; she had a certain innocence. It was challenging to be sure because she was behind a mask; I thought a beautiful woman was beneath it.Tentative innuendo moved to overt flirtatiousness. The women were enamoured with each other; this looked like a surefire thing. I took the opportunity and gestured to Ryan to step away from his wife.“Ryan.” It was a whisper just loud enough over some tedious saxophone riff. “I’m here for Eloise, your wife’s safe from me tonight. Think of me as a chaperone for Eloise to have some fun.”He smiled. “That’s a shame. Neve’s quite struck with you. I’m here to do whatever she wants, too. That might include Eloise, if that’s okay. They seem to be taken with each other.”Well, it was a fillip to my confidence, Neve was a little out of my league, and I had to do the right thing by these two.“Fair enough.” I leaned in closer. “Word to the wise. Eloise is a great fuck, but she’s not someone you want to get to know.”Ryan laughed, “Even better. We come to every Swingers Ball, but we like discretion, not names for a Christmas card list.”Our conspiracy complete; we clinked our glasses together. At that moment, hand in hand, the women looked at us.Neve beckoned. “Come on, fellas.”-=-Soft sensual music set the mood; at least it was not the bang-bang of Teutonic techno. I imagine that would put some of these horny fuckers in the hospital. There was opulence in the soft furnishings, a baroque decor and an enormous bed illuminated by moody crimson lights made its purpose clear. Masks discarded, we helped them from their gowns and retired to the long banquette against the wall. Neve was a Celtic beauty and looked as if butter would not melt. So fresh-faced, she was mid-twenties at a push. Her flawless pale skin shone, the long brunette tresses black in this light. Elegant with her first touch, it held Eloise rapt. Neve placed her lips against hers, and it looked insipid. Reciprocated, if the first kiss was a feint, it escalated quickly. By the time she let up, Eloise was breathless.Reduced to their lingerie, Neve’s demeanour intrigued me, and her slender figure was not built for strength but for speed. Those refined curves demanded admiration, and their delicate proportions inspired civility. However, she was fresh meat to the tiger, and Eloise stood four inches taller. Hewn as a gym rat, an Amazon, a woman to wrestle into submission or die trying. The prospect of one-sided sexual fireworks nurtured a dreaded ache within. As expected, I regretted this immensely. The pulsing in my loins tightened, and I wanted to renege on the agreement. Eloise would be unbearable after this, and I waited for her to pounce. She abhorred weakness. Neve spoke in hushed tones and met Eloise’s eyes with a steely strength. It was nothing lewd but plainly spoken intent. I had to adjust Escort Bodrum myself, and no one could resist her matter-of-fact delivery. I ached as Neve explained exactly where her tongue was going. The deftest touch followed, and her embrace created an ever-shifting maze to navigate. In the gaps of this clinch, each kiss added to the conquest of Eloise’s will. Mesmerised, this was not right. Still standing in a close clinch, Neve broke from a kiss and let Eloise catch her breath. The continual movement of her body, hypnotic to watch, and more kisses worked their magic. The brush of her thigh between Eloise’s legs forced her to respond. She struggled to keep up, her eyes narrowing and lips pouting for air.Neve nodded, and her encouraging hand pulled at the small of her back. “I know you want to. Give into it.” Casting a spell, she did not give ground. Neve guided Eloise to keep writhing on her thigh and peppered her body with sensual encouragement. Without a shot fired in the battle of wills, Eloise whimpered louder. Neve’s eye contact never wavered, and her hand eased down Eloise’s taut midriff. A tilt of her head followed, a moment of scrutiny, and those fragile fingers defeated her panties. Ryan nudged me. “Wait for it.”We did not need to, contact was made, and Eloise melted with a heavy groan. There was no hint of her prickly demeanour or pushy demands; she said nothing except moan. Neve’s fingers stirred inside the glossy satin fabric, and the sweetest smile met Eloise’s bereft expression. As if drowning, her upturned eyes weighed down. The sudden grasp of Neve’s upper arm did not deter her.Another smile eased over Neve’s lips, sardonic or sickly sweet, hard to tell, but Eloise crumbled. Killed with kindness, her fractured gasps merged into one continuous moan. Always the provocateur, I rose, and the clasp of Eloise’s brassiere yielded. Sitting back on the banquette, I knew that look; Neve was never the rabbit caught in the headlights.On restless legs and hips, Eloise’s whimpers grew. Neve plucked her nipple, and an urgent kiss deepened into another. A squeeze of her fulsome breast followed, and Neve beamed at her when Eloise gave out her most resounding moan yet. I was overwrought as the throbbing pressure built, and I might bludgeon it out of Eloise. No, not with Neve casting this sensual magic, and I witnessed her ruthless precision. Those agile fingers extracted a fury that only surprise could create. The rasps of snorted air quickened, and Eloise threw her arms around Neve’s neck. “Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”Ryan nudged my arm. “That’s my wife,” he muttered, “The Cunt Whisperer.”Snorting, I had to suppress my laughter or spoil the moment.Eloise trembled, and that tension was wound too tight; it was inevitable. Breaking from the kiss, Neve smirked. Quaking, impaled on her fingers, Eloise’s sex sloshed to their speed.“I know, you need to,” Neve soothed, “take it. Show me how you climax.”Jesus, if that was directed at me, in my state, my trousers would be a very sticky mess. As a rush, the shuddering pushed through Eloise’s legs, into her body, and rattled through their embrace. Neve kissed those pouting lips and extracted the full fever of her orgasm.She looked immaculate and licked her glistening fingers with a satisfied purr. Hunting for air, Eloise was a state.“Jesus, Ryan, I’ve never seen her do that before.”“The night is still young as well. Once Neve starts, nothing will stop her, not even me.”They should have sold tickets. Pushed onto the bed, Eloise fell, and Neve prowled over her. They writhed together, the smack of lips, their limbs entwined; I never saw Eloise look so feeble. Neve’s kisses followed where her tempting caress led. Eloise’s strength was useless against such a hedonistic onslaught, and Neve ignored all her petitions. That once kempt hair was now abandoned, and Neve discarded Eloise’s lingerie to all points of the compass.

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