Amanda Becomes a Cuckquean

Amanda was livid. "I SAID, we're leaving. Now! Get your shirt on James. We're going home. This whole thing was a mistake."

Reaching down I grab James by his upper arms and lift him to his feet. He lets out a cute little squeak along the way. Guiding him by my grip I turn him and push him up against the wall. Leaning in I kiss his left pec. "You don't want to go yet, do you James?"

He shakes his head. "I want to stay Sir." He says in hushed voice.

I kiss him again. "I want you to stay too."

I watch his chest rise and fall as he takes a breath and gathers his courage. "I'm staying Amanda."

"Staying? We came together. What, are you walking home you little..."

I cut her off before the insult is spoken. "I'll get James home." I kiss his neck then suck it ever so briefly. "He he he, eventually."

"I don't know what you've done to my husband Mr Valentine but I promise you that you'll..."

"Save your threats. I don't care. If you're leaving, leave. If you're staying sit your ass down, shut the fuck up and enjoy the show."

"James..." Her voice was draining of anger. Concern was now the dominant emotion. "James, come on baby. I want to go home."

I lean my weight against his body, pinning him to the wall, then start to trace his perfect features with the tip of my fingers. Down his nose, over his eyebrows, along his fine cheeks, and around his tender lips. "He's not going anywhere." I say in a low voice.

He smiles up at me. "Go home Amanda." He says. I could see that took a hell of a lot of bravery for him to say. I slowly nod my approval and cup his head in my large hands.

"James...no..." She replies forlornly. "Baby...I love you baby... James, I love you. Don't do this. I'm sorry I made you come here. Let's go home."

This made my skin crawl. Her tone was as fake as a three dollar bill. Suddenly high and obsequious to a laughable degree. I could feel the tentacles of her manipulation wrapping around this shy young man and I feel him hesitate.

I lean in and kiss James. I kiss him hard and deep. I feel him relax once more as Amanda's spell is broken in an instant. He sucks on my tongue and grips at my body to feel my hard manly physique. "Mmmmmm." He moans quietly into my mouth. We make out for a good long time. Kissing, tasting, sucking, feeling, touching, licking and pressing. Between each round we would lock our gazes together. This was FAR too intimate now. There were lines you didn't cross as an escort. But this one time...I just didn't care.

Behind me I hear Amanda get dressed then quietly take a seat in the corner. I wasn't entirely surprised she was staying. While she was quite obviously the dominant personality in the marriage I had a sneaking suspicion that James was the bread winner. She wasn't about to walk out on her meal ticket. She might not like it but she was going to sit and watch this go down. Cuckquean action wasn't something I'd ever planned on doing but James made this an exception I was willing to make. I glance over to her one time. Oh how familiar that scene was. The spouse sitting quietly and uncomfortably as they shamefully watched their significant other take and be taken by another. The only difference this time was the husband and wife had their roles reversed. The change was a welcome breath of fresh air to this experienced Bull.

I turn back to give James my full attention once more. He closes his eyes and parts his lips, turning his head and tilting his chin up as an invitation to kiss him again. I do so, passionately. We continue making out under the hard jealous gaze of James' wife.