Chapter 11 - The Bed

There was no place for me to join them, and in that moment I realised that was correct. My place wasn't in that bed with her. My place was at home, in our bed with her. She would clearly enjoy two men at once, but my gut told me to keep a degree of separation in it. Neither of those men should be her husband.

"Shame that I don't have your ex-boyfriend's number," I told her, just as Bhekani pulled her face towards him. "I could have invited him to join you."

Her eyes flew open. The thought alone staggered her. In a bed with Bhekani and the man from before — from Durban, from the years before any of this — was suddenly a real possibility. She gasped and let the breath out just as Bhekani guided himself into her mouth. She moaned, partly for him, but also for the future she'd just imagined, the future she already knew was coming. She answered by forcing her mouth as far down that thick cock as she could, pushing until she choked on it. I started masturbating and let her see me do it. I wanted her to know I was serious. I would find that man and hand her over to him as well. Bhekani turned his hips to give me a good view of my wife devouring him. I stroked faster.