Mark gets home.

When Mark got home, he very quickly pulled off his work shirt and threw it into the wash. “Hi Kim, sorry I didn’t trust you earlier today,” he apologised as I was washing up from prepping dinner.

“It’s alright, you asked me to fuck around and cuckold you and then only a few days later, your boss, who has bullied you and you asked me to fuck, puts your forward for promotion. It does seem like too much of a coincidence.”

I felt him hardening against my arse as he hugged me from behind, “Did you? Cause the house kind of smells like sex.” he asked.

I laughed, “Everything I have done is in those little envelopes, but promise you, I haven’t fucked any guys yet. Also, there are a few more on your desk in the office.”

He let me go and ran to the office, where I heard him yell, “Oh wow.” I assumed it was the screenshot Julie and I had put as his background, and it was a picture of Julie and me, naked, our breasts pressed together as we kissed each other.

“Oh yes, Julie came around, as you know, and we talked about all of this. Thought you would appreciate a little reward for being so good. She was also wondering what you were planning for your bachelor party?”

Mark returned to the kitchen with the envelopes I had left on his desk. There were the original couple and more from today. The things Julie and I had done together, including ‘Share another man’s cum with Julie.’ And the things I had agreed to, ‘Meet at another man’s house.’

“There’s like a dozen here,” Mark said.

I turned and smiled at him, “Yes and what about your bachelor party?” I asked.

“What?” he asked back.

I sighed theatrically, “Julie has suggested that if you don’t open one single envelope before your Batchelor party, she will organise everything and be the entertainment, just for you.” I left out the rest of Julie’s plan that I would be at a separate venue with Mark’s friends showing them precisely what Mark would get from his little wife after the wedding.

“Wait, you mean Julie will strip at the party?” he asked.

I shrugged, “She didn’t say. She just told me you would be very satisfied with her entertainment.”

He moaned again, “Ok, that’s going to be hard cause there’s almost a dozen envelopes here, already.”

I smiled at him as I emptied the sink, “I know. I’m sorry I’ve been a little slack. I should have more for you soon.”

He groaned in frustration, “Actually, that’s something I have to tell you. I will be working late tomorrow.”

I put a look of surprise on my face, “How late?” I asked.

He shrugged, “Nine, Nine-thirty. It’s part of proving I’m ready for the promotion. But, I am getting a bonus, so I was thinking, I know you always loved acting. Would you like to take it up again?”

I smiled at him, “Are you sure you trust me? Being in a cast, having to get changed in tight quarters with strange men? What if I had a role where I had to kiss someone else? Or, or have a love scene with them?”

He half groaned half laughed, “For a start, it sounds hot. Secondly, I doubt there will be a sex scene in a community production.”

I pouted at him, “I didn’t say sex scene. I said what if I had to do a love scene,” I told him as I grabbed his crotch. He was hard as a brick and moaned at my touch, “Oh, here is my little Cucky getting hard over the thought that my co-star on stage might try and slip into me during a love scene.” He moaned again. “You know, if he did that, he wouldn’t have time to put a condom on?” He moaned louder as I stroked him through his pants. “Oh, and all the long hours of practice and rehearsal, how many times might he try and slip into me?”

That was it, Mark groaned, and I felt his cock spasm as he filled his pants, shuddering. I giggled and smiled at him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. “I would like to get back into acting, so sounds good. In the meantime, I need nutmeg for dinner,” I turned towards the front door, “do you think Malcolm will have some?” I asked.

Mark’s groan was one of enjoyment and frustration.