"What do you mean? He was impotent?" I asked, blinking at my wife's words.
Serena gave a wry smile. "Yeah. His cock just stayed soft. All he wanted was for me to sit on his lap and hold him while he rambled about his conquests and how his life has become miserable now."
I frowned. "So… that's it? You just sat there hugging him?"
"Yeah" She tilted her head, lips curving.
It was strange, but not completely unbelievable. Still, something nagged at me. "Fine. But what about the ring?"
Her smile deepened, turning wicked. "It's clenched inside my pussy." She purred, shifting her hips. "Do you want to take it out?"
Heat rushed through me. I crouched between her legs, sliding two fingers into her slick folds. She was already wet. Shoving the ring inside herself probably turned her on. My fingers pushed deeper until I felt the cool, hard circle and hooked it free. Serena took a deep breath, her cheeks coloring as I withdrew it glistening with her arousal.
The object gleamed in the dim light; a golden band etched with jagged purple stripes of some strange stone. Mysterious. Dangerous. Beautiful.
"So… that's it then?" Rehana broke the moment, eyeing the ring. "Shouldn't we be leaving before someone notices?"
"Yes, we should," Serena agreed, adjusting her disheveled dress. She crossed the room with bare legs flashing, pulled open the almira, and slipped into a plain set of clothes.
By the time anyone thought to check, we were already gone.
***
Rehana headed south, toward the deserts, while Serena and I turned north for home. After a full day of riding, our horses finally carried us to Horiul, a sleepy little village that offered the first real rest since the brothel.
We checked into a modest inn, the owner handing Serena the key with a glance that lingered far too long. I noticed the way the men in the dining hall looked at her too, stealing hungry glimpses as her hips swayed, her ass shifting beneath the tunic with every step. She didn't even seem to notice. Or maybe she enjoyed it. She was a very naughty heroine when I bagged her.
By the time we made it to our room, both of us collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion catching up after the months spent on the mission; three weeks on the road, and two more lost in reconnaissance. Another three still stood between us and home.
"Nash," Serena murmured, stretching beside me, "you've been… different since we left the brothel. Something's been on your mind."
"It's nothing," I forced a smile. "Just tired."
She chuckled softly. "Five years married and you still think you can lie to me? Tell me."
I exhaled heavily. "It just felt… strange. Seeing you in that situation."
Her hand rested on my chest, soothing. "I chose to wear it. It was for the mission. You don't need to carry that weight."
"It's not just the clothes, Serena." I swallowed, shame and heat twisting inside me. "I was… thrilled. Seeing you show yourself off like that in front of everyone, it did something to me."
Her brows arched, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Really? My husband likes his wife being slutty in public? I wouldn't have guessed."
I didn't answer. I wasn't sure I wanted to.
She tilted her head. "Fine, I won't push the kink. But I know there's more."
I hesitated, then admitted it: "When you were in that room with Malek… I couldn't control myself. I got hard. And when you told me nothing happened, I felt almost… disappointed. I don't know what's wrong with me. Since then I've been really angry with myself, how could I think something like that."
Serena sat up, eyes narrowing. "So you wanted something to happen?"
"No—that's not it. I just—" I faltered. The truth was messy. The danger, the taboo, the raw thrill of it had left me aching. And yet the thought of her with him burned me at the same time.
Her gaze dropped, voice quiet, trembling. "What if I told you I lied? That Malek wasn't impotent?"
The words slammed into me. "What?" I jolted upright, anger boiling. But beneath the fury, my body betrayed me. A hard bulge strained against my trousers.
Serena noticed. She straddled my lap, settling her weight on my erection. The short tunic she wore rode up her thighs, her warmth pressing down against me. "Looks like you wanted something to happen after all," she whispered, eyes glinting.
I could feel the soft swell of her breasts brushing against my chest as she leaned closer, her cleavage spilling forward, her breath hot on my lips.
"Do you want to know what really happened between me and Malek?" she purred, voice dripping with seduction.
My throat was dry, but I nodded.
Her smile curved as she leaned close, her breath warm against my lips. "You want to know everything, don't you?" she whispered, before pressing her mouth to mine.
The kiss was slow, drawn out, her tongue flicking against mine like she was tasting my hunger. When she pulled back, her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"That's how it started with him too. He kissed me hard the moment I stepped inside, one hand gripping my waist while the other tangled in my hair. I didn't even have time to breathe before he had me pressed to the wall, his mouth claiming mine like he wanted to devour me."
I swallowed hard, my cock stirring against my trousers, swelling almost painfully at her words. Serena noticed instantly, her hips shifting so her thigh brushed me with a subtle, deliberate movement.
"He then grabbed me by the wrist, pushed me back onto the sofa, and spread my legs apart like he owned me. His fingers, huge, rough fingers slid right into my pussy, so deep I thought I'd scream." She said as she licked her lips.
Her voice lowered, sultry. "He worked me open so fast… curling those thick fingers inside me until my body was dripping. And the way he stared, like he was watching every twitch, every breath I made, it almost made me melt right there."
I exhaled sharply, leaning in, but she only smirked, drawing the moment out. "Then, without warning, he went down on me. His tongue was greedy, hungry, like he hadn't tasted a woman in months. He licked everywhere, circling, teasing… and when he finally sucked on my clit, fuck, Nash, I thought my back would break from how hard I arched for him."
My cock pressed tight against my pants now, straining to be freed. She shifted again, her leg deliberately brushing the bulge, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. Her eyes sparkled as she continued, voice dripping with heat.
"And you know what happened after? He made me vulnerable, and in that state grabbed me by my hair and took me towards his groin. So I slid down between his thighs as he pulled his massive cock out, and wrapped my lips around it." She let out a soft laugh, seeing my jaw tighten. "I took him deep, Nash. My throat wrapped around him, bobbing up and down while he groaned. I licked him, sucked him, tasted every drop of his precum until he was trembling."
She slid down between my legs, her nails grazing my thighs as she finally pulled out my aching cock. With a dirty little smirk, she spat on it, spreading the slickness with slow, deliberate strokes.
"And then he came in my mouth," she whispered, lips brushing the tip as she teased me with her tongue, "and I swallowed every drop. Not a single mess left… I even licked him clean after."
Her words had me grinding my teeth, the images burning into my skull.
"And then," she went on, eyes gleaming as she pumped me harder, "he shoved me down on the sofa, spread me wide, and brought his dick right in front of my wet pussy—"
I didn't last another second. My body jerked, and I spilled with violent force, hot ropes splattering across her chest, her neck, even reaching her face.
She laughed, a throaty, mocking sound, wiping a streak of cum from her cheek with her finger. "Feeling good now? Did that satisfy your little kink?"
I couldn't answer. My head was full of the scenes she painted, every word sinking like a hook.
Her expression shifted into something colder, sharper. "You really think something like that happened?" she asked, tilting her head. "Malek's impotent. He couldn't get hard if his life depended on it."
The words hit like a slap. "What?"
She stood, cum still glistening on her skin, and smirked. "I was just playing with you. Hope that doesn't disappoint too much."
I smiled. "No. I'm very happy to learn this."
She gave a sarcastic nod, already turning away. "Good. Now clean this up. I'm going to wash my face." With that, she disappeared into the attached bathroom.
I sat there, breath ragged, staring at the mess I'd made. The release was the most powerful I'd ever felt, and I knew the truth now, I wanted my wife to fuck others.
Shit. I really am a fucking disappointment.
***
[Serena's POV]
I stared into the mirror, my reflection looking back at me like a stranger I could barely recognize. My lips were swollen, my eyes tired, and all I could think was how much of a fucking disappointment I was. I had just lied to my husband's face, again.
The worst part was when he confessed that he had hoped something would happen between me and Malek, I felt this heat coil inside me. I told myself this could be my chance.
And then I felt disgusted with myself.
I thought I had changed. I really thought all these years of restraint, of keeping myself in control, meant something. I didn't want this to happen.
Who am I even lying to? I didn't stumble into this. I saw an opening and I fucking dove headfirst. The excuses I tell myself are nothing but sugar coating on the same rotten truth. But no more, I tell myself. No more slipping. I've fought too hard to become better, to stop being that reckless person I once was.
I turned the faucet on and splashed cold water over my burning face, trying to wash away the guilt clinging to my skin. I scrubbed my mouth raw, gargled again and again until my throat ached. But nothing helped.
The taste of Malek's cock still lingered.