“So, what is going to happen here is I’m going to fuck anyone I want,” Sandy explained, “I’m going to bring men home, men that have huge cocks and stamina, and you are going to watch.”
“What the fuck?” Clark responded, his heart beginning to pound.
“Shut up!” Sandy demanded, “This has gone on for too long, and I’m giving you a chance to find a way to keep me. You can go along, or leave – it’s up to you because at this point I am beyond frustrated!”
Clark’s mind was racing; watch her fuck other men that were well endowed, longer lasting, and pretty much superior at giving his woman what she wanted?
“You don’t have a choice in the matter,” Sandy told him, “I need real cock.”
Sandy stopped talking and sat there waiting for Clark to respond. Clark had no idea what to say so he took a few moments to collect himself. He loved this woman, there was no doubt, and what she was saying ripped through his heart but he could not walk away.
“I love you,” Clark confessed, “and I am willing to do anything so if this is what you want then I have to go along. I don’t like it, but if it means keeping you then yes I agree.”
Clark in that moment had mixed emotions: he felt rage, anger, inadequacy, but he also felt relief – he still had a relationship and he could live another day.
“I’m not done,” Sandy said, “not only are you going to watch me fuck other men who are better then you sexually, you will do exactly as I say while you watch me fuck them – you have no say, you are going to be under my complete control in the bedroom. It’s this or we end it now.”
Clark could not quite grasp what he had been reduced to. He was a powerful man in his professional life, but his personal life was in shambles and he was a loser in bed. He would never get another chance with a woman as fine as Sandy, so he lowered his head and nodded in agreement – he fully understood his place.
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