Bennard came home and found out what his wife, Sandra, had been up to

Bennard is in a slight confusion. Tom has been behaving weirdly, as if he was hiding something from him. Being surprisingly silent along the ride while his eyes keep looking at him through the rear mirror as if he wants to say something. He asks how Sandra has been in the afternoon after her visit to Astraea Club, but Tom is hesitant to answer the question. He said it was the usual, just a visit and a meeting with Miss Mendoza, but Tom's hesitation and the way he averts his gaze is a clear sign that something is not right.

It's not like Tom to keep secrets from him. He trusts the man, he's one of his longest employees after all. Regardless, the ride is over and he can see Lena is there waiting for him. She's standing in her usual business suit, her posture is straight and her expression is composed. But something is slightly different, her hair is a bit disheveled, face is slightly flushed, and the two eyes look a bit different—not that he can tell what it is. Her eyes seem to be filled with excitement and eagerness, almost like she's expecting something to happen. He can't shake the feeling that something is off, even more so than Tom, and he's not sure why that is.

"Good evening, Mr. Bennard. How was your day?" Lena asked, being professional as always while she greets Bennard.

"Thank you for asking Lena. It's a good day, there are some issues, but nothing I couldn't handle." Bennard replied, his tone friendly, still trying to figure out why Lena seems different, "But enough about me, how was your and Sandra's day? I assume you've accompanied her to the Club?" He asked, trying to sound casual, but his curiosity was apparent.

"Unfortunately I have not got the chance to accompany Ms. Sandra to Astraea as I have something to attend. Regardless, it's a productive day for both her and me, and we're looking forward to seeing you." Lena replied, maintaining her demeanor, "She's in the living room, waiting for you. Shall we?" She added, her eyes are twinkling with excitement, her lips are curled into a smile that seems almost too eager all the while gesturing towards the living room.

Bennard can't shake off the feeling that something is off—but he doesn't want to press the issue—he trusts Lena and he knows that she would never hide anything important from him, "Very well, let's go see her, shall we?"

He can't wait to see Sandra, to hold her, and kiss her, and to tell her how much he loves her and misses her. All after being away from her all day, working his ass off in his company. And he's been missing her every second of it. Picturing her face, her smile, her laughter, it’s something he’s been looking forward to while sharing about his day. To hear about hers, to share a meal with her, to talk, to joke, to laugh, and to simply enjoy each other's company.

But as they step into the living room, Bennard is taken aback by what he hears as he gets closer to the open room. First he heard the slapping of skin against skin, and then the unmistakable moan of a woman. The moan of his wife, Sandra, there's no denying it. It's a sound he's familiar with, a sound he knows very well. But not in this context, not outside their bedroom. His mind is racing, coming up with scenarios, each one worse than the last. He can't believe it—he doesn't want to believe it, he doesn't want to believe that his wife, his beloved Sandra, the love of his life, is doing something unthinkable in their living room, where they entertain guests, where they spend time with friends and family. It's not like her, it's not like her at all. But the sound of her moaning, the sound of skin slapping against skin, it's undeniable. He's not deaf; nor stupid.

"Honey? Love you alright? I hear screaming and—" He steps around the corner, he sees his beloved wife, straddling a man—riding him with her leg spread wide—her head thrown back in ecstasy.

He can see her face, flushed and contorted with pleasure, her mouth is open and her lips are parted. She's moaning loudly without a care, her breasts are bouncing up and down with every thrust. Her pussy is stretched wide, taking in the man's cock all the way to the base. His wife’s body is trembling with pleasure, and her hands are gripping his shoulders, holding on for dear life. The sound of the skin slapping against skin is loud and unmistakable, and the room smells of sex. It's a sight that he would never imagine in a million years. And the man beneath her, he can see him, his hand behind his head, not putting any 'work' in. He's just laying there, enjoying the ride. His face is smug and his grin is arrogant, as if he knows he deserves to enjoy what's happening. As if he's the one in control, the one in charge. That Sandra is the one who should be grateful to him, the one who's lucky to have the chance to fuck him in a relentless rhythm, and not the other way around.

"Sa-Sandra? Wha-what is... what are you doing?" Bennard asked, his voice shaking, eyes wide, mind racing.

He can't believe what he's seeing, his wife, the woman he loves more than anything in the world, the woman he thought loved him, is riding another man in their living room, "Wh-who is this man?” It's a sight that makes his blood boil.

"Oooooohh! Honey, he's the man I've talked about before! The one who appeared to me in that enlightenment. After our dinner with the Johnson, remember? The vision that came to me, showing my true purpose as a woman!" Sandra moans, her hips are rolling and grinding, her body is undulating on top of the man beneath her, eyes glazed over with pleasure, "Mmmm! The same one that Carrie and other women saw too!"

"Y-you mean him?" Bennard asked with a trembling voice, but he tried to keep it straight, "That Liam?"

"O-of ooohhh course honey! Why else I would be doing this?" She replied, shaky and breathless. Her tone is sincere and earnest, eyes filled with pleasure and love, "Mmmhmm! I-I would only do it with him. Ohhhh! And you of course! Not anyone else. Unless Liam told me to Mmmm!"

Bennard's mind is racing, he doesn't understand, he doesn't know what to think or how to react. The sound of his wife's moaning, the sight of her riding Liam, the smell of sex in the air, it's all too much for him to process. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his mind is spinning, and his world crumbling around him.

But he can't deny the truth that's staring him in the face, "H-how long has this been going on?" He asked, feeling his heart breaking.

"I met Liam while he visited Astraea this morning! He was looking for the right rich and ahhh powerful woman to toy with. W-we even got to do a whole impromptu auction on ohh on who can offer the most to him! It was a heated bidding war!" Sandra said, eyes proud and shining with excitement.

"O-offer the most? To do wha—" Bennard's question hadn't fully left his mouth when Sandra cut him off with excitement like she just can't wait to tell the rest of the story.

"For him to waste and ruin! Isn't it amazing honey? Such a creative way to h-haaaa-have his fun!" Sandra cuts in excitement, her tone is almost dreamy. "Oh Bennard, you should've seen the faces of the other members, they were so jealous when he picked me! Mmhmm!" Sandra moans, her hips are moving in a circular motion, grinding against Liam's cock, "Ohhh god, it felt so good to win. To prove that I can provide the most for him, to prove that I'm worthy of him."

Bennard can't help but feel a sense of unease, he knows that it's not something to be proud of, in fact it's downright insane. He's not sure what to think, how to react. His mind is racing, trying to understand, trying to make sense of what he's hearing. He can't believe that his wife, his beloved Sandra, the woman he thought he knew better than anyone, is acting like this. It's not like her at all, it's not the woman he fell in love with.

"Liam here is such a gentleman Bennard, the moment he picked me he wasted no time and used me." Sandra moans in-between her words as she bounced up and down, "Having me revoke my membership in Astraea. Asking Ms. Mendoza to have me blacklisted not just from Astraea but also other clubs in the entire Women's Club Union!" Sandra grins in pride as she recounts the events, telling all the debauchery Liam has done to her so far, from her crawling on four naked as they exit Astraea Women's Club, to the ass to mouth Liam done to her with Lena's mouth.

"It was the most thrilling and best experience of my life! I've never been happier or complete as a woman, Bennard honey! A woman with her real purpose. Ahhhh!" She's talking about her encounter with Liam as if it was the most important moment of her life. Her hips are still moving, she's still grinding on top of the man beneath her, his cock still buried deep inside her, "And to think there's going to be more, especially now that you're here dear."

Nothing but mouth agape can be discerned from Bennard's face. Not only he still can't believe what happened to his wife, what has been done to her by Liam. But the mention of Lena makes him remember that the assistant is still in the very room. Bennard looks at her with confusion, but Lena just smiles as if nothing is wrong. Is that why she was so eager to bring him here? He trusted her as an assistant but to learn that she's part of the debauchery his wife is doing right now. He feels like he's been stabbed in the back, which is still small to how betrayed he feels from his own wife.

"Oh Lena~ Go ahead, kneel and take care of my balls while Sandra enjoys my cock here. I think Mr. Bennard here still needs his moment." Liam finally open his mouth, nonchalant as if he's not currently fucking Bennard's wife.

"Why of course Liam." Lena smiles the same way she does whenever Bennard or Sandra ask her to do something.

Lena quickly walks toward the couch where Sandra is still riding Liam. Positioning herself between Liam's legs, squatting. Making sure to show her long legs and her ass as if taunting Bennard. She then leans forward, extending her tongue to Liam's balls, licking and sucking them with eagerness. Her eyes are focused on Bennard, goading him to speak up in regard to everything.

A sense of revulsion rises up quick in Bennard. He can't comprehend how his wife and his trusted assistant can be so callous, so casual, so nonchalant, about something that is so personal, so intimate, so special, "Wh-why are you two acting like this? How can you two be so...so..." he stammers, his hands are shaking in brittle emotion.

"Bennard, honey ahhhh. We talked about this, remember? The Click, the vision, the enlightenment that all women got." Sandra's voice is soft and soothing, as if she's trying to calm a child, "We're just doing what's natural for us women. I know it might be hard for you to understand, but please mnh! Try to see it from my perspective, from our perspective." Sandra's hips are still moving, still grinding, still pleasuring the man beneath her, "I mean look, just look at how much fun I'm having. I'm enjoying myself, aren't you happy that your wife is happy?" She asked, filled with full sincerity.

Bennard's face is flushed, his whole starts trembling following the example set by his hands. He's confused, lost, and overwhelmed. Not sure what to do or what to say anymore.

"I've tried to explain to you, but you never seemed to fully grasp the concept—or perhaps you didn't want to. But n-now you can see it for yourself, you can see what I've been trying to tell you, what I've been feeling. Nhahhh!" Her tone is sincere, her words are heartfelt, and her expression is genuine.

"It's not your fault you're a man and you don't get it, it's okay! I still love you no matter what dear." She said, gentle, sweet, and caring in her smile, as if she's trying to reassure him that everything is fine, that everything is going to be okay.

"Well unless I want that to change, right Sandra?" Liam asked while pawing her tits, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples.

Liam's eyes are fixed on Bennard, watching his every reaction, gauging his emotions. Taking in the sight of his face twisting in a mix of anger, confusion, and sadness. Drinking all of it with delight.

"Yes, of course, Liam. Do let me know if you want me to stop loving this man—mmmm. He's my forever love, and it will break my heart if I have to stop loving him, ahh but I will do anything for you, even that." Sandra replied, unmistakable sincerity filled her tone, her eyes twinkling with a mix of pleasure and adoration, "You're a priority above everything after all."

Sandra's words cut through the room like a knife, and Bennard can't believe what he's hearing. Standing in disbelief, his legs tremble at the reality. Not because he can't believe that the woman he loves—the woman he thought he knew, the woman he thought he understood, is saying such things and doing these things—Bennard knew from the women around his life, especially Sandra, that Liam has had a privilege to do such things ever since The Click. He knew that, so he accepted it, not willingly but begrudgingly. Because it's actually happening.

Of all women in the world for this scum to meet and toy with, he met and picked his beloved Sandra. To hear Sandra say it, to hear her say that Liam is a priority above him, her love, the man who she had been with for so many years, it's too much for him to bear. His anger bursts, he wants to rush forward, to confront Liam, to beat up Liam for Sandra, to protect her. But he can't move, he can't bring himself to do it. Not with the risk of Liam harming Sandra, the risk of him losing her. He's stuck, frozen in place, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to handle the situation. All he can do is stand there, his fists clenched, all the storm of emotions brewing inside.

"Hmmmm, tempting, and not a bad idea. But maybe later." Liam said.

Despite the nonchalant tone, his eyes are sharp and calculating, "For now I'm having too much fun with this." He said as he thrust his hips, cock buried deep inside Sandra, making her moan in pleasure, "I'm close anyway." Liam added, feeling his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing.

Lena's tongue and mouth on his balls are only helping him along. He can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a feeling of power, knowing that Bennard is completely helpless, just standing there, watching as he fucks his wife. Who’s moans grow louder and more frequent.

Sandra’s hips are moving in a frenzy, and her body is trembling, "Ooooohhh god! Yes Liam yes!" She cried with pleasure, her eyes now glazed over, "I'm close, I'm so close! Please! Please fill me!" She begged, lustful desperation slather her words, filled with need, and her body was tense with anticipation of orgasm.

"Yeah take it you luxury fuckmeat!" Liam grunts.

"W-wait Liam plea—" Bennard snaps out of his daze and tries to stop him, but it's already too late.

With one final thrust, Liam's hips slam against Sandra's as he explodes, filling Sandra with his cum. He can feel his cock pulsing, spurting cum deep inside her. His balls tighten as he keeps filling her with his hot, thick cum. His groans are loud and primal, his body tense with pleasure. Lena still has her mouth still on his balls, slurping and sucking on them, eating every last drop of cum that spill and overflow from Sandra's pussy, helping to prolong his orgasm.

Sandra is lost in her own world of pleasure, her mind is foggy, and her body is trembling. She can feel Liam's cum filling her, and she's lost in the sensation of being filled, being stretched to the limit. Her hips are unconsciously grinding against him, and her fingers are digging into his shoulders. A little part of her mind pity Bennard as she knows how he is feeling right now, but that's all completely washed over by the torrent of pleasure Liam is giving her. The feeling of his cum inside her is overwhelming, and she can't help but want more. With her hips still moving, still grinding, still seeking more pleasure. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy, she can't help but feel a sense of pride, of satisfaction. Knowing that she has been chosen by Liam to be his toy, his plaything. That she's the one who is able to give him so much pleasure, and that he's the one who has given her so much pleasure in return as a reward. The feeling of his cum inside her is a constant reminder of that, and she can't get enough of it.

"Oooohhhh Liiiiaaaaamm!!" Sandra cries in pleasure, her eyes are glazed over in ecstasy.

As Liam's cock starts to soften, Lena pulls away from Liam's balls, her lips and chin is covered with cum, both Liam's and Sandra's. She looks up at Liam, where he can see that her eyes are full of desire and anticipation. Liam replies in kind by plopping his cock on her face as he pulls out his softened cock from Sandra's pussy. A chuckle can be heard by Bennard from Lena, who just let Liam use her face as a resting spot for his cock, all the while his cum still leaking from Sandra's pussy, all the way down to Lena's face.

The sight is something Bennard would have never imagined, the two most important women in his life, his wife, and his assistant, being so degraded, being treated like objects, like toys. And yet, they seem to be enjoying it, relishing in it. He can't understand it even though he should know better already. Especially after the whole ordeal that happened right in front of his face.

"Bennard dear, I know it must hurt you so much that it is happening. Since you've told me in our talk about The Click that you hoped that I'll never meet him." Sandra finally opens her mouth after catching her breath from the orgasm, "But I can assure you honey, this is the greatest thing that happened to me. To finally have him, the very man, that can make me have a fulfilling experience as a full woman. Can you not be happy for me? For us the women of your life?" Sandra asked, rather rhetorically as she immediately continued. "We all want to have Liam using ourselves as he likes! No matter what the consequences may be. After all, he deserves it." Sandra finished with a jovial tone.

It's clear that while she really does care for Bennard, she also wants him to be happy for her. Just as she was happy for him in all these past years in their time together.

Bennard can't find any words to express his feelings, he can't find any words to convey the mix of emotions that is running through him. He's hurt, confused, angry, and he can't believe that his wife is asking him to be happy for her. Yet at the same time, he can see that Sandra is genuinely happy, that she's truly enjoying herself, and that she's truly fulfilled. He has been married to her for over 20 years, he's been with her through thick and thin, he's seen her at her best and at her worst, and he knows her better than anyone. He can see that she's not just putting up a facade, that she's not just going along with it, that she's not just pretending to be happy. She truly is happy with how she has been treated, and excited about her future treatment by Liam.

He doesn't want to be the one to take that away from her, he wants to be supportive, he wants to be understanding. He can't deny any of that, and he can't deny the fact that he still loves her. That he wants to see her happy, no matter the cost. It's a conflicting feeling, and he's not sure how to handle it. But at the same time, he knows he has to make a decision, he has to choose between his own happiness and Sandra's.

"Of… of course honey," Bennard stammered, shaking, hands clenched, "I-I'm happy for you, I want to see you happy. A-a-and if this is what makes you happy, then I'm okay with it." He said.

His words are hesitant, answered with a tensed face. A smile at the sight of his wife so happy, but a frown from the fact that he was hurt and that it's a man other than himself that makes his wife so fulfilled.

"Oh that is so wonderful Bennard! I know you'll come through." Sandra replied, her tone is cheerful and excited, her face lights up like the sun. "Now you too can be part of my fun with Liam." She added, enthusiastic to no end, what with her eyes full of anticipation.

"Believe you me Sandra, he will be part of it. If what he said just then is the truth and nothing but the whole truth." Liam interjects as he finally pulls his cock away from Lena, grabbing her hair in the process and using it as a makeshift towel to clean his cock.

An ironic sense of relief washes over Bennard, knowing that his wife is not going to lose her love for him, and he can be part of her newfound happiness. But at the same time, he also feels dread as said newfound happiness is going to be a part of something far worse. Nevertheless, he pushes those feelings aside, even if it means sacrificing his own feelings, his own pride, and his own happiness; he knows that he has to be strong. To be understanding, and to be supportive. No matter what happens. All for his Sandra.