Liam could only groan in response, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing against Seraphine's touch. He knew he should be furious, should be screaming and shouting and raging at his wife for her betrayal. But all he could feel was a perverse sense of excitement, a dark, twisted thrill at the thought of his sexy, gorgeous wife being used like a set of holes, being fucked and filled and drained by a hung stud. He knew he would have to confront her, would have to see the evidence of her infidelity with his own eyes. And he knew that when he did, he would explode, would erupt like a geyser of hot, thick, pent-up cum, the result of hours of denied release and the sheer, overwhelming knowledge of his wife's whorish behavior.
But for now, he could only stand there, in the moonlight, his cock throbbing and aching, his mind racing with the knowledge of what Sheena had done, of what she had allowed to happen to her. And he could only wait, with a sense of dark anticipation, for the dawn to come, and the chance to confront his wife, to see the cum that leaked from her pussy, the marks of another man's passion on her skin.
As the camp was set up around them, Liam could hear the rustling of fabric, the clinking of coins, the murmur of hushed voices as the servants went about their business, setting up beds and laying out blankets and supplies. And he could only stand there, his cock hard and aching, his mind reeling, his body trembling with a perverse sense of excitement and anticipation, waiting for the dawn, and the chance to confront his wife, to see the evidence of her betrayal with his own eyes.
And as the night wore on, and the camp settled around them, Liam could only lay awake, his eyes staring up at the stars, his cock throbbing and twitching, his mind racing with the knowledge of what his wife had done, of the way she had allowed herself to be used, to be fucked, to be bred like a set of holes. He knew he should be furious, should be screaming and shouting and raging at her, at Sir Garrick, at the world. But all he could feel was a dark, twisted sense of excitement, a perverse thrill at the thought of his sexy, gorgeous wife being used and abused and filled and drained by a hung stud. He knew he would have to confront her, would have to see the evidence of her infidelity with his own eyes. And he knew that when he did, he would explode, would erupt like a geyser of hot, thick, pent-up cum, the result of hours of denied release and the sheer, overwhelming knowledge of his wife's whorish behavior.
But for now, he could only lay there, his cock hard and aching, his mind racing, his body trembling with a perverse sense of excitement and anticipation, waiting for the dawn to come, and the chance to confront his wife, to see the cum that leaked from her pussy, the marks of another man's passion on her skin. And he could only hope, with a dark, twisted sense of desire, that his wife would be a good little cock sleeve, a set of holes to be used and abused for the pleasure of any man who wanted her.
As the camp fell silent, Liam tossed and turned on his bedroll, his mind too turbulent to find rest. Finally, he heaved himself to his feet and crept out of the tent, needing to clear his head. He trudged into the woods, the crunch of leaves under his boots the only sound in the still night. Wandering a short distance from the camp, he settled himself under an ancient oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching out like skeletal fingers against the moonlit sky. He sat there, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, his mind a whirlwind of dark, twisted thoughts.
Suddenly, movement caught his eye. He peered through the trees and saw a sight that made his heart clench in his chest, a painful, wrenching sensation that stole his breath away. There, illuminated by the silvery moonlight, were Sheena and Seraphine. They were slipping out of Sheena's tent, their heads close together, their voices low and conspiratorial. Liam watched, his eyes wide, his heart pounding, as they made their way towards Sir Garrick's tent. He knew he should look away, should turn back to the safety of his own bedroll, but he couldn't. He was frozen, his feet rooted to the spot, his eyes glued to the treacherous sight before him.
He watched as Sheena and Seraphine entered Sir Garrick's tent, the flap falling closed behind them. He heard the murmur of voices, low and breathy, the creak of the bed frame as it bore the weight of their bodies. He heard the clink of bottles, the slosh of liquid being poured, and he knew with a sickening certainty that they were preparing for a massage, for a night of debauchery and sin.
Liam crept closer, his heart in his throat, his cock already hard and throbbing in his trousers. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he was hearing. His wife, his beautiful, sexy wife, the mother of his children, was in there, in Sir Garrick's tent, with another man. And not just any man, but a knight, a stud, a hung, virile beast of a man. Liam knew, with a twisted sense of certainty, that Sheena was about to be fucked, about to be used, about to be reduced to a set of holes for Sir Garrick's pleasure.
He crept up to the tent flap, his heart hammering, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He peered inside, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open in shock and awe. And there, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, he saw them. Sheena and Seraphine, both naked as the day they were born, their bodies glistening with oil, their tits bouncing and jiggling as they moved. And Sir Garrick, his muscular frame glistening, his cock hard and huge and throbbing, his balls heavy and full and aching for release.
Sheena was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping and glistening and ready for the taking. Seraphine was beside her, on her back, her tits bouncing as she watched Sir Garrick knead and massage Sheena's ass, his fingers sinking into her soft, pliant flesh. "Fuck, Liam's wife has such a gorgeous ass," Seraphine purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I can't wait to see you split her in half with that big, fat cock of yours."
"Your wife is a real cock slut, isn't she?" Sir Garrick growled, his voice rough and low and full of dark promise. "I bet she's been aching for a real man to fill her up, to breed her like the bitch she is."
Sheena moaned, a high, keening sound that cut through the night air like a knife. "Yes, yes, I'm a cock slut," she gasped, her hips writhing, her pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing. "I need your cock, Sir Garrick. I need you to fuck me, to fill me, to make me your woman. I want to be your cock sleeve, your set of holes to use and abuse as you see fit."
Liam stood there, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his heart breaking and shattering in his chest. He knew he should be furious, should be raging and screaming and shouting. But all he could feel was a perverse sense of excitement, a dark, twisted thrill at the sight of his wife being used, of being reduced to a set of holes for another man's pleasure. He knew he should stop this, should put an end to it, but he couldn't. He was frozen, helpless, his cock hard and aching, his hand already slipping into his trousers, his fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking and pumping and squeezing.
"Look at that tight little cunt," Sir Garrick growled, his fingers sinking into Sheena's pussy, his thumb rubbing against her clit, making her buck and shudder and moan. "It's so tight, so small, so perfect. I bet Liam never fucked you like this, did he? I bet he never made you scream and beg and plead for his cock."
"No, never," Sheena gasped, her hips bucking, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Sir Garrick's invading fingers. "Liam is so small, so soft, so weak. He can't satisfy me, not like you can. I need a real man, a hung stud like you, to fill me up and breed me and make me yours."
Sir Garrick chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down Liam's spine. "Don't worry, you sexy little slut," he growled. "I'm going to fill you up, I'm going to breed you, I'm going to make you forget all about that pathetic little husband of yours. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be ruined for any other man."