Mark humiliating himself

I stopped and listened quietly. I could hear from the other room Mark talking to himself. He was still in the cage, so he wasn’t masturbating, but he was narrating to himself, groaning in discomfort at his arousal. “God, Kim, I never thought it would go this far,” a mumbles pant followed, “I knew you were going to let Malcolm fuck you, but the play is done now.”

Julie and I giggled, hearing him. “God, you’re going to let him continue fucking you? You could get pregnant; all our neighbours would know.” There was a loud moan from the next room. “You want to take him to the complex Christmas party as your date? But then everyone would know?”

I felt Julie’s hand move to my cunt, and I returned the favour, gently stroking her wet slit as we listened. “You want everyone to know? You want them to know I wasn’t enough but that I wanted you to get what you needed?”

As he continued, I was quietly moaning at Julie’s touch and Mark’s words. “I still want to marry you,” he said. My finger’s paused as I stroked Julie. “Even if I only get to use my mouth on you and clean you up after your lovers.”

“So, you are engaged, and Mark wants you to fuck around,” Julie said.

“If he wants a hot wife, I’m happy to be one,” I said.

As I started to stroke Julie’s clit again, she said, “As long as I get to continue to do this,” she rolled over and kissed me. “And I think you will look hot when you get pregnant, and your tits swell.”

I kissed her back, “We’re going to have to think of much more to do with Mark.”

She smiled, “Well, there’s always the hen's night.”

I moaned at the thought. “This is all so hot,” I said.

She smiled again, “You going to tell Malcolm that Mark wants you to cuck him?”

“I think so,” I replied, “I think if I did, he would certainly fuck me.”

Julie laughed, “He’s going to fuck you. The question is how much he wants to cuck Mark. Humiliate him while fucking you, telling him his cock isn’t big enough or he doesn’t fuck you well enough.” I moaned and shuddered, “What if he asked to share you? Would you?”

I smiled, “Well if I did, it would just be to further Mark’s fantasy.”

“Oh, I’m sure it would be,” she said before kissing me again.

We spent some time making out and pleasing each other; it was strange, though, it was more like love making than fucking, and I thought back on what Julie had said about only being interested in one woman.

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