Bennard is having dinner with Sandra... and Liam.

A/N: There's watersports. It's somewhere near the end of the chapter.

The dinner that night is more than awkward between Bennard and Sandra. Sitting in unbearable silence while waiting for their food, Bennard observed the state of his wife. Her nakedness, her disheveled appearance, and her demeanor. She's sitting there, her back is straight, her head is held high, a juxtaposition of how she brings herself. The Sandra he knows, the Sandra he fell in love with. The Sandra he married, confident, proud, that air of elegance. As if isn't covered in sweat, and that there's no Liam's cum leaking from her pussy, down to her inner thigh. As if she hasn't been fucked by Liam in their living room. As if she hasn't just offered everything that she is to Liam, to have her life wasted and ruined by him. And yet here she is, acting as if everything is normal, as if everything is fine. She's not acting or putting on a facade, she is genuinely comfortable and at ease. It's a stark contrast, and it's something that Bennard is having a hard time reconciling.

"Honey I'm so glad you can be on board with me. I know you yourself not something I can truly offer to Liam to play with, you're your own man. The Click doesn't affect you." Sandra held Bennard's hand softly, "Sure my relationship and my love to you is definitely something I can and will offer to Liam. But I'm happy that you're willing to help me by reciprocating to whatever Liam has in plan for me and you. The same way you always do for me. I know you'll do great." She smiles, her eyes are full of love and gratitude.

Bennard can't help but feel a sense of unease, a feeling of dread, and a feeling of trepidation. He doesn't know what to expect, he doesn't know what's going to happen, he doesn't know what Liam has planned for him, and he doesn't want to know.

But he can't be weak in front of Sandra, "Of course honey, anything for you. I'll always be there for you, no matter what happens." He said, his voice is soft, and his eyes are filled with a mix of emotions.

"Thank you so much dear. I'm very grateful that you're willing to be part of my fun with Liam. And that you're willing to support me in this." Sandra squeezes Bennard's hand and smiles, "You're such a good man. And a great husband. That's why you're the love of my life. And you'll always be." She added, her eyes are shining with love and affection, her smile is warm and genuine.

"Thank you, honey. It means a lot to hear that." Bennard's eyes are filled with a spark of hope.

That hope however, is quickly snuffed out as soon as he remembers how easily Liam can change that. The words of how Liam is always the utmost priority for her rang inside his head, always is, ever since it was uttered by Sandra while she was riding Liam's cock.

Bennard can't help but feel a twinge of pain in his chest, the way Sandra talk about their relationship, their marriage, their love, as if it's something that she can offer to Liam, something that can be wasted, something that can be ruin, as if it's something that can be used and discarded at will. Bennard's mind is racing, trying to come to terms with what has happened, to come with a solution. He can only do nothing but hope that Sandra's feelings for him are strong enough to not be easily changed. Because he can't shake off the feeling that this is just the beginning of something much bigger, something much worse.

As if to prove his thought, Liam enters the dining room with a smug look on his face. Accompanying him is Lena, looking like she has been repeatedly **** in some shady alleyway. Her clothes are in complete disarray, her blazer is gone, her blouse is 'unbuttoned' all the way, clearly being ripped aside, showing her bare naked tits. Her pencil skirt is bunched around her waist, her panties are hanging on one leg. She's walking with a limp, her gait is unsteady, and her body is littered with marks of Liam's use. There are hickeys on her neck and breasts, her nipples are swollen and sensitive, her pussy is dripping wet, and her thighs are covered in a mixture of her own juices and Liam's cum. Brian can see how much of her hair is disheveled, her makeup smeared, and her eyes are glazed over. All of it is in contrast to her eyes, filled with a look of satisfaction and fulfillment.

It's clear that she has just been thoroughly fucked by Liam, in every position possible, and in every way imaginable. Yet there's that juxtaposition again, despite all of that, she still brings herself like how a professional assistant should be. Even though she's barely clothed, even though she's clearly been fucked, even though she's clearly been used. She's still standing tall, her posture is straight, and her demeanor is confident, as if it's nothing unusual, as if it's just another part of her job description, as if it's just another task that she's expected to perform. Nothing out of the ordinary. The contrast is unsettling, and it's hard to reconcile the two versions of Lena. The professional, competent, and reliable assistant, and the slutty, used, and debased fucktoy, both existing in the same person at the same time. Just as how it is when he takes a look at his Sandra.

It took Bennard a bit to finally notice that Lena is carrying some stacks of paper as she approaches Sandra.

"Liam has asked me to draft some contracts and I made sure legal approved it and checked it to truly make it airtight." Lena said as she put down the stack of papers next to Sandra, "They're ready for you to sign ma'am." She added.

"Ooh, wonderfully interesting. Didn't know what Liam had in mind when he dragged you away." Sandra said with an excited tone, her eyes are twinkling with anticipation, excited for what the contract might entail. "Thank you so much Lena, you're really helpful." She added with a smile, her voice is filled with gratitude and appreciation.

"You're welcome ma'am, but it's all Liam." Lena replied with a proud smile, as if she's happy that she has been able to assist Liam in his plan. "He really knows what he wants and all I do is draft what he needs while letting him ravage me like some disposable rapemeat." She said with a hint of pride and satisfaction. "Although I must say it's quite hard to convey some of the words to legal on Zoom meeting while being choked by Liam." She added, doing a polite laugh; again, Bennard can see there are indeed a few marks on her neck.

Sandra let out a hearty laugh at Lena's comment, clearly amused by the situation, "That's a nice touch of his." Sandra replied, her tone is playful and amused, "It's nice that you're having fun too." She added with a wink, her tone is light-hearted and jovial, which makes Lena nod in understanding while laughing with her.

"I'm sure it's quite difficult, but you managed to get it done, and that's all that matters. Thank you, Lena." Sandra said with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with admiration and appreciation, "But we'll do that after dinner, no?" She asked, gesturing to the food that's being brought in by the waiters.

"Of course ma'am, as you wish." Lena replies, she then walks away to sit at the side of the room, a place she always takes when they dine together. Going back to her tablet doing her work and whatnot, leaving Sandra and Bennard with Liam.

Bennard can't help but feel a sense of dread when he watches Lena put the stack of papers next to his wife. He doesn't want to know what kind of legal document it is that she's being asked to sign, or what kind of deal it is that she's being asked to make. The fact Lena said that legal has approved it already, giving it a real legitimacy. It's chilling. He can't imagine what it could be, but he's sure it's not good. He can't help but feel a sense of unease, a feeling of foreboding, and a feeling of dread.

"What, what kind of contract are you going to sign, dear?" Bennard asks, his voice is trembling, and his hands are shaking, he can't help but feel a sense of trepidation, a feeling of anxiety, a feeling of uncertainty, a feeling of fear.

"Oh I don't know either honey, but since it's from Liam I'm going to sign it regardless. I'm sure it's going to be fun." Sandra replied, her tone is cheerful, and her smile is warm and genuine. "Besides, even though I'm the one signing it, it's not something I can decide alone, we're married after all. So I'll explain it to you first before I sign it later." She added, her eyes are filled with a mix of love and mischief. "I can't wait to find out!"

A twinge of relief rushes over Bennard, knowing that his wife is still considerate of him, and his opinion, his well-being. Albeit he knows how empty it is given that Sandra would sign it regardless.

"Thank you honey, I appreciate that. I'm sure it's something...interesting." He said, his tone is hesitant.

He knows that whatever it is, it's not going to be good. But he also knows that he has to be strong, and that he has to be prepared for whatever it is.

"Of course dear. As my husband and the love of my life, I want to include you in this, in the fun Liam can have out of me. Even if I know that I'll sign the contract regardless, your opinion and input are still valuable to me. I want to know what you think, and how you feel about it. Don't you agree Liam? It's what a loving couple do, no?" Sandra said as she turns to Liam, her eyes are filled with a mix of love and respect.

"Of course, what loving spouses don't respect each other's opinion." Liam finally spoke, he's been thoroughly amused by the whole thing.

The way he can play with them. How it's clear that from Sandra's perspective, that unless he asked her to or imply it's something he would enjoy, her view on Bennard won't change. She's still the same woman, the same person at the core of it. But from Bennard's, it's another thing entirely, a paradox of Sandra. Liam is especially entertained by how much he can toy, to screw over Bennard, by just having his fun with Sandra. It's like getting a two for one deal.

"But I would like to ask you this, Mr. Bennard." Liam added, "Are you truly okay with this?" He asked, in mock empathy. "I know how women can be around me, what with them being a willing set of fuckholes for me. Must be hard for such a loving husband as you, yes?" His tone is challenging.

He's toying with Bennard, testing him. A way to push him, to see how far he can go, to see how much he can take.

"Well of course not, no man would be happy in this situation." Bennard answered, his voice shaking, and his hands clenched. "But I have ****. My wife's happiness is my top priority. Even if it means I have to sacrifice myself, even if it means I have to endure this." He added, his tone is firm, filled with determination.

"I can see why Sandra married you." Liam's voice drips with sarcasm, "So noble. 'Sacrificing' yourself for her. How wonderful."

The tension is palpable, all Bennard wants to do is to throw caution to the wind and just jump Liam. But he's a better man, he knows he's the better man. So instead he just clenches his fist, and holds his mouth, gritting his teeth.

"Thank you for your understanding, dear." Sandra said, her voice is soft, sincere.

She can see the anger and pain in her husband's eyes, she knows he's not happy, but that's pale in comparison to seeing how elated Liam is by it. She is Bennard's loving wife, sure, she will love him as she always will. But that's insignificant, miniscule compared to what Liam deserves. She's not sure if her husband will be able to handle the kind of fun Liam has in mind. She's not sure if he can handle the reality that she's not his anymore, that she belongs to Liam, just like any other woman in the world.

Sandra is brought out of her musing by the house staff bringing their food. The food looks delicious, and the presentation is impeccable. The dining room is filled with the aroma of the food, the smell is mouth-watering, and the taste is expected to match its presentation, exquisite.

Everyone was about to dig into what they have on their plate, but Liam raises his hand, "As much as these look good, I bet you can improve your husband's dinner Sandra. And Lena, can improve yours." He said, his eyes are filled with mischief.

"How would you suggest that?" Sandra said as Lena approached the table with the same quizzical look.

Both of them don't know what he's trying to do, but they're excited to find out. Eager to know what's next.

"You, Sandra." Liam points his finger to her, "Can get on top of the table, squat down on top of your beloved husband's plate and pour all of my cum from those useless fuckholes you have, pussy and ass. But only if you think Bennard deserves the extra... topping." He smirks.

Bennard is about to open his mouth in protest but quickly cut off by Liam, "And you Lena." Liam pointed at her, "You can do the same, but on Sandra's plate."

"My, what a creative way to spice up our dinner." Sandra said, her voice was filled with excitement, and she quickly got up from her seat, "It's a wonderful idea, to add a little bit of surprise to our meal, a little bit of excitement to our evening, a little bit of...me." She said, jovial and light-hearted, "And I know he'll love it even more with a bit of my personal touch." She added, as she got on top of the table, "Or should I say, your touch Liam." She chuckled.

"Yes of course Liam." Lena added before making her move to the table after her boss. "It's a fantastic suggestion, I'm glad I can enhance Miss Sandra's dining experience, even in a small way." Lena replied, her voice filled with excitement, "And to do it the same way as her, truly is an honor." She added, as she got on top of the table, squatting down, with her legs spread wide, "It's the least I can do to show my appreciation for the privilege of being able to assist you, and to be part of your fun, Liam."

As Sandra is on the table, she squats on top of Bennard's plate. She spread her legs, and use her finger to pry the hole between her legs open, showing the mess Liam made of her cunt. With her pussy inches above his food, the cum that's still inside her starts to flow out, slowly dripping into the food on the plate. She can feel it trickling out of her, it's warm and thick, and she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a feeling of pride, and a feeling of pleasure. She's doing this for Liam, to please him, to make him happy, and she's loving every second of it. Even if it means ruining the delicious food of the day.

"Sandra, no..." Bennard stammered, his voice trembling, and his hands shaking. He can't believe that his wife is going along with this, that she's willing.

"Just a moment dear." Sandra said, focused on the task at hand.

She's determined to make this as good as she can, and she's not going to let anything distract her. "I know you might not be okay with this, but trust me honey, it's going to be worth it." She added, her tone is confident, "And besides, you'll love it, trust me. I've tasted his cum, and it is divine." She added with a wink.

Bennard is frozen in his seat, he can't believe what he's seeing, he can't believe that his wife is actually doing this, making sure that his food is covered in Liam's cum. But he knows, he can't stop her, he can't do anything to stop her, he's powerless. From his position he can clearly see the cum that is leaking from her cunt, dripping into the plate. He can only stare as the thick, sticky, white liquid slowly seeped out of her, forming a small puddle on the plate, mingling with his dinner, ruining it. His stomach is churning, he is nauseous.

Meanwhile Lena is also squatting over Sandra's plate, her legs spread wide, and her fingers teasing her pussy. She's also letting Liam's cum flow out of her cunt and into the food. Her eyes are locked on Sandra's as she's enjoying herself, getting off on the debauchery of it all, "With this ma'am, you'll not only get to taste and experience a good dinner. But you'll get to share it with your husband."

"You're always so considerate." Sandra replied, "I'm sure I'll love it, especially with a bit of your touch." She said, the tone out of her mouth is light-hearted.

"Thank you ma'am." Lena smiles, and she continues to let the cum trickle out of her.

Bennard is watching the scene unfold before him, and he's feeling a mix of emotions. He's disgusted, he's angry, and he's hurt. He wants to say something, to ask both ladies to stop. But he knows he couldn't. Liam could take it as an insult to him, and do something to them, he doesn't know what, but he doesn't want to risk it. His eyes wander to the stack of contracts next to Sandra's plate, a reminder of the situation he's in, how he is basically powerless. Trapped in a wall of risk and potential endangerment. If all of this is just him having fun, he doesn't want to imagine if he truly wants to harm him, and his people. What he would do to them. He can't. He can't risk it.

"One hole done, now the other, ready honey?" Sandra asked, dripping with love, "Let's see how much I have left for you." She said, her finger now probing her asshole, slowly inserting one digit inside, "Oh my it's quite a lot Liam left there, honey." Sandra exclaimed with a giggle, "It's going to be quite a...treat for you."

"Sandra..." Bennard's voice is weak, he can't bring himself to say anything else.

With her ass, the cum poured out of her much faster. It's a steady stream of thick, sticky, white cum, flowing out of her. With the amount of cum on the plate, it now has completely covered the food underneath. The smell of sex and Liam's cum is filling the air. And the sight of it, the sight of his wife, his Sandra, squatting on top of his plate, her fingers in her ass, her legs spread wide, and her face flushed with pleasure. It’s something that he will never be able to erase from his memory. Nor anything that happened so far.

"There, all done." Sandra said, her voice is soft and satisfied.

She's looking at her husband, her eyes are full of love and care. She then stood up and stepped off of the table, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it, it's a special, personal touch for a lovely evening. For both of us." She said with a warm smile.

"I'm also just about finished ma'am." Lena added as she's also finished emptying her pussy. Standing up, "I hope you enjoy it, and I'm glad to be able to help."

"Of course, thank you dear." Sandra goes back to her seat.

"Nice, sorry for the interruption, but since today is a special day for you Sandra, I can't help but come up with something like this." Liam chuckles, "Let's dig in shall we? And oh, Lena, you can warm my cock with your throat while I enjoy this." He added.

"Of course Liam." Lena quickly goes to Liam and kneels between his legs.

Without even being told, she begins to unzip his pants and takes out his cock. Stroking his flaccid cock to wakefulness, before wrapping her lips around the tip, taking him into her mouth, slowly working her way down, her head bobbing up and down. All to be seen by Sandra and Bennard given the clear glass the dinner table is made from. Bennard can only stare as Lena's mouth is wrapped around Liam's cock. His and his wife's trusted assistant, reduced to nothing more than a warm hole for Liam to use. A toy, an object, a plaything.

"Bennard, honey, quit starring, Lena is only doing her part," Sandra said, doing a fake scowl, "Shall we eat then? It wouldn't be right to leave the food cold after all." Sandra said as she took a fork and began to pick at her food.

She can feel her husband's eyes on her as she brings a forkful of food, with some of Lena's cunt juice and mostly covered in Liam's cum, to her mouth. She can't help but moan in pleasure as the taste of the food mixed with Liam's cum hits her tongue. The rich flavor of the food and the salty, musky taste of Liam's cum is an unexpected, but a delightful combination.

"Oh god, this is delicious." Sandra moaned, "The food is great as usual, but combined with Liam's cum, oh my..."

She can't help but bring another bite of food to her mouth. savoring the taste. The texture, the flavor, the taste, the feeling of it, all of it is perfect.

Bennard stares at his plate, the once delicious food now covered in Liam's cum, ruined. He can't bring himself to eat it, he can't even bring himself to look at it, it's disgusting, it's vile, and it's revolting.

"You're not eating yours, honey?" Sandra asked, "Why? It's not everyday I can get you this special kind of topping." She giggles, taking another bite of her food, enjoying it to the fullest.

"Sandra, please." Bennard's voice is trembling, and his hands are shaking, "I can't eat this, it's...it's—"

"You don't have to if you don't want Bennard, but that would be such a waste of food don't you agree Sandra?" Liam said, he can't help but feel amused by the whole thing, by the way he can play with him.

With a nod from Sandra, Bennard felt like a cornered animal. What he has in front of him is something he can't stomach but given the implication if he refuses, it's not something he can refuse. He took his fork and slowly, hesitantly, brought a forkful of the food to his mouth. The taste is revolting, he can't help but gag as he swallows the food. The mixture of Liam's cum and his wife's juices is something he can't stomach, but he has to.

"Well? Isn't it great honey?" Sandra asked, "I knew you'd appreciate it." She said with a smile, continuing to enjoy her own food.

Bennard can't bring himself to answer, he's too disgusted, too repulsed, too humiliated, too angry, and too conflicted. His wife, his Sandra, is acting as if nothing is wrong, as if everything is normal, as if she doesn't even care about his feelings. About his well-being.

"Sandra..." Bennard's voice is weak, he can't bring himself to say anything else.

He just keeps on eating the food, hoping it will end soon, hoping this will end soon. He knows it won't, not until Liam is done with Sandra.

"Good, that's what I expect from a husband, no?" Liam said, his tone is mocking, "Thank you pitchin’ in to the fun I have with your wife Bennard. Speaking off, I see your glass is empty Sandra, would you like it if I refill it for you?" He smirked.

"I can fill my own glass just fine Liam, but I won't mind you being a gentleman like that." She pushes her glass and the table's pitcher to him.

"Oh I won't need the pitcher..." Liam grins as he takes the glass and puts it under the table. "Lena, if you please." He said.

Without missing a beat, Lena pulls her head off his cock. "Right away Liam." She smiles and grabs the glass from Liam.

With a knowing look she put it in front of Liam's cock. In a swift manner she puts one of her hands on the cock, aiming it for him.

"Make sure to not miss a drop Lena, you don't want to waste anything, yes?" Liam said while looking down at her.

"Absolutely." Lena nods and with it, Liam lets go a sigh.

With his cock is still in the grip of Lena's hand, he begins to urinate into the glass, filling it with his piss. The sound of his piss hitting the glass is loud and clear, filling the room. Not only that, thanks to the clear table, everyone present in the dining room can clearly see the stream of Liam's urine as it flows from his cock to the glass, filling it to the brim.

Bennard is watching the scene unfold before him, his eyes are wide, his mouth is agape, and his heart is racing. He can't believe what he's seeing, he can't believe that his wife is going to drink Liam's piss. He wants to say something, to ask Liam to stop, but he knows he can't, he knows he can't do anything. Likewise, he can only watch as the glass is filled with Liam's urine, and then handed back to his wife.

"Here you go ma'am." Lena crawls under the table and gives the glass to Sandra, the urine of Liam still steaming hot in it.

She then goes back under the table to where Liam's cock is and begins cleaning it. Making sure it's spotless before putting it inside her mouth again.

"Thank you, dear." Sandra took the glass from Lena and brought it to her lips.

With her eyes locked on Liam, she takes a sip, the warm, yellowish liquid. Audible gulps cuts to the dining room.

"How's the taste? You rich meat urinal." Liam asked, his voice filled with amusement.

Sandra took a moment to savor the taste, the warmth, and the texture of Liam's piss, "Horrible, it's disgusting and vile. It makes my mouth feel filthy and nasty. I can taste the strong, bitter flavor of your urine."

The words out of his wife's mouth gave Bennard a sliver of hope, but as it is before, it's quickly shattered by the next words out of Sandra's mouth.

"But it's also the best thing I've ever tasted." Sandra added, "The way it warms me, and the way it fills me, it's perfect." She continues, taking another sip, and then another, until the glass is empty, "It's so degrading, to have you use me like this, to have you humiliate me like this. To have you make me drink your piss. I love it."

With a smile on her face, she put the glass back down and continued to enjoy her dinner. Meanwhile, Bennard feels his heart drops, as Liam and Sofia just continue on enjoying their dinner like it's a normal everyday affair for them, laughing, smiling, and even having an exchange of casual conversation. As if what happens to his wife are all perfectly normal and acceptable. Bennard can't bring himself to eat the rest of his food, his appetite is gone. He can't stomach the sight of his wife drinking Liam's piss, he can't stomach the taste of the food that's tainted with the cum of the man who's now having his way with his wife.