William, Joe and Samantha skipped their lunch, but had a refined afternoon tea with Mrs. Norris, her warm chatter about family and business lingering like the taste of chamomile tea. Then William continued follow theirs leisurely stroll through the mall's cathedral of commerce. The air was thick with the scent of high-end boutiques, the gleam of polished surfaces reflecting their every move.
Walking by a Cariter, Mrs. Norris's casual suggestion to have a browse.
Inside the jewelry store, the air hummed with the scent of polished metal and aged velvet, every surface gleaming as if touched by Midas himself. Display cases sparkled with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds, their facets catching the light like defiant stars. Samantha lingered by a pair of ruby drop earrings, their inner fire mirroring the mischief in her hazel eyes. Her reflection ghosted across the glass, her fingers hovering just above, as if afraid to mar their perfection.
Mrs. Norris, ever the gracious matriarch, broke the reverie with an unexpected offer. "Let me gift you lovely two a pair of rings," she said, her voice warm but firm, gesturing to Samantha. "Choose, my dear." The words hung heavy, a sudden weight in the perfumed air. Samantha's eyes flicked to William, searching, and he gave a slight nod, a silent permission that sent a thrill through his veins.
Her lips parted, a breath of hesitation, before she pressed them together, teeth catching her soft lower lip—a gesture both delicate and daring. She sat, her movements flattered. Joe leaned in, their shoulders brushing, their voices low and conspiratorial as they weighed platinum against gold, solitaire against pavé. The sales associate, her gloved hands poised like a priestess, presented each option with reverent care. Then, Samantha's gaze settled on a lover's ring—twin bands interlocking with effortless grace, diamonds scattered like stars across the metal's curve.
"This one," she murmured, her voice a decision and a surrender.
The store's hospitality was impeccable, the sales associate offering to engrave Joe and Samantha's initials alongside an arrow-pierced heart for free. At Mrs. Norris's sincere urging, Joe took Samantha's delicate hand, sliding the ring onto her finger with a tenderness that mimicked a proposal. The sight was a dagger to William's heart, yet his body burned with excitement, his weird fetish igniting at the image of another man claiming his wife so publicly. Samantha's cheeks flushed, her smile radiant as she admired the ring, her fingers entwined with Joe's, their chemistry a silver-screen romance that left William both excluded and enthralled.
Damn, man! William cursed, his pulse racing. The memory of her flirtations with Joe in La Perla flashed in his mind, but tonight, their agreement promised her return. As Mrs. Norris prepared to leave that evening, Joe would relinquish Samantha, and William's mind raced with plans to reclaim her. Tonight, I'm gonna fuck Sammy hard—at least three times, he vowed, his body stirring at the thought, an erection straining against his trousers as he imagined a night of relentless passion.
The day's opulent browsing—culminating in the Cartier store where Joe slid a lover's ring onto Samantha's finger—had left William teetering between jealousy and exhilaration. Mrs. Norris, radiant with joy from their shopping, was set to depart for the airport, but a sudden call shifted their plans. Her son Marvin, Joe's elder cousin, had arrived in Los Angeles from San Francisco, bringing European and South African investors captivated by William's audacious business proposal. A banquet was arranged at the Waldorf Astoria, and Marvin's Beverly Hills villa awaited them afterward.
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The Waldorf Astoria's private dining room was a vision of grandeur, its chandeliers casting a golden glow over a long mahogany table adorned with crystal stemware and silver cutlery. The air was rich with the aroma of roasted lamb, truffle risotto, and an abundance of South African wines, courtesy of an investor's vineyards. The wines—bold reds and crisp whites—flowed freely, their complex notes loosening tongues and inhibitions. Marvin, in his early forties, bore a striking resemblance to Joe but shorter, with a seasoned charm. As the gracious host, he insisted William sit beside him as the second host, their business talk smooth and promising, the investors' enthusiasm palpable.
Samantha and Joe sat at the far end, their chemistry a lovebird spectacle. The lover's ring gleamed, Samantha laughed at Joe's quips, her hand brushing his, their glances charged with unspoken promises.
As the banquet wound down, the group tipsy and buoyant, Marvin arranged several Toyota Vellfire MPVs to ferry them to his villa.
William took a single seat, his mind hazy from wine, while Samantha gently supported a dozing Mrs. Norris to their car, settling beside her. Joe lounged in the back, his grin ever-present.
The hum of the engine lulled William, but his phone buzzed, jolting him awake. A WhatsApp text from Joe: "Guess what, bro? Samantha's still stuck with me today! No take-backsies! 😆" The message was in a group chat with Samantha, a bold taunt that set William's pulse racing.
The hum of the engine lulled William, but his phone buzzed, jolting him awake.
> [Joseph Norris]
- Guess what, bro?
- Samantha's still stuck with me today!
- No take-backsies! 😆
The message was in a group chat with Samantha, a bold taunt that set William's pulse racing.
Before William could reply, another notification flashed—Samantha this time.
> [Sammy love ❤️]
- Mmm, yes, honey,
- tonight I'm not just your girlfriend—
- I'm your wicked little fantasy.
- Do you like that?
- You can have me any way you want…
- as long as you make me beg for more.
- After all… I always get the final say,
- don't I, darling?
The words seared into his mind, equal parts promise and challenge.
The first "honey" was for Joe, the second "darling" for William, her words a hentai-inspired tease that blurred the lines of their game.
Joe snickered from the back, Samantha's calm gaze meeting William's in the rearview mirror, Mrs. Norris asleep, oblivious, the driver focused ahead.
William's mouth went dry, heat surging through him. Her words—"You can have me any way you want…"—were a brazen sexual hint, a promise of another night with Joe, perhaps in the La Perla thong he'd bought, her body yielding to his desires. Last night's passion might have been a drunken mistake, but tonight was a deliberate dance, a mutual affair fueled by mutual attraction. The fantasies amplified his conflicted excitement, his cuckold fetish burning as his dream became reality.
Suppressing his thrill, William typed:
> [William Kaine]
- Of course, babe
- you're still Joe's fiancée tonight
- Do whatever makes you happy
- I trust and support you
Joe's reply was instant.
> [Joseph Norris]
- Thanks, bro!
- You're more family than my actual family. 😆
- Don't worry, I'll treat my sis-in-law extra nice tonight.
His lewd grin flashed in the rearview mirror, a promise of indulgence.
Samantha's head lifted, her delicate hands fiddling with her phone, her meaningful glance piercing William. Then, a private iMessage buzzed:
> [Sammy love ❤️]
- Darling… what if...
- if that man begged me, your lovely wife, to surrender my body to him…
- What would you say?
- Should I let him take me... or?
- You can have me any way
The wine clouded William's mind, his body aflame with desire and jealousy.
> [William Kaine]
- I love you!
- Baby, you can do whatever you want!
William replied, his fingers trembling.
Her next message was a dagger:
> [Sammy love ❤️]
- Huh?
- So...
- this hungry man will get to feast on me...
- on your wife's soft breasts...
- on your wife's irresistible ass…
- and on my sweet, dripping garden that drives men wild?
William's breath caught, his erection straining as he typed, "Yeah, okay."
> [William Kaine]
- Yeah, okay
Samantha scoffed, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hateful glance in the rearview mirror, a playful challenge that set his heart racing.