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  A Shared Wife Stolen: Sophie lost or found?

  By

  Shalamara Jax

  Text copyright©2017 Shalamara Jax

  All rights reserved

  Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1: Showings

  Chapter 2: Reconnecting

  Chapter 3: Sports

  Chapter 4: Normal

  Chapter 5: Dogging

  Chapter 6: out with old and in with the new

  Chapter 7: Deceit

  Chapter 8: Descent

  Chapter 9: Rising and falling

  Chapter 10: Twilight

  Chapter 11: Changes

  Chapter 13: Dropping the shackles

  Chapter 14: Pause for thought

  Chapter 15: Slipping

  Chapter 16: News

  Chapter 17: The slide

  Chapter 18: Flying and falling

  Chapter 19: The Fall

  Chapter 20: Different roads

  Chapter 21: Depths and heights

  Chapter 22: Revelation

  Chapter 23: Direction

  Chapter 24: Confrontation

  Epilogue

  Foreword

  It’s done! It took longer than I thought because the story is longer than I expected. The characters took me with them and I followed wherever they led. One thing I would say before you begin to read is that this is NOT, and I repeat NOT, a swinger’s tale, nor is it a simple happy hotwife or wife share tale. It is the darkest thing I believe I’ve written so far, and it’s not for those who dislike angst and conflict and the murkier edges of sexual relations. People are only learning about themselves in these dark corners. I make no apologies after this, read it at your own risk! It’s been a surprise to me, and I hope there will be surprises for you too. Relationships are like houses with cellars, a lot of living goes on above ground, but a whole lot happens out of sight. I would like to dedicate this book to the lovely people who have emailed me and left encouraging reviews, you are the ones I am so happy to have reached. I have some good friends in amongst you. Thank you for taking the time to read it, I want above all for you enjoy this book.

  Shalamare Jax

  27/8/17 Somewhere in the UK

  Chapter 1: Showings

  Kaelan looked around the room, it was almost empty. There were only five other people in the showing, a single guy right near the front, a pair of young lads in the middle and a couple near the back, three rows in front of them. It was a Wednesday afternoon and they were waiting to see the latest Steyne Roberts action movie.

  The adverts went on and on, and then the trailers, he was getting impatient. He wanted the movie to begin so that they could get things underway. For some reason he felt nervous, would she feel the same? He doubted it.

  Almost on cue her felt her touch him, grasping him through his pants, squeezing until he almost cried out. “Getting excited?” her whisper, allied with the movement of her hand, made his stiffening manhood jump, “I can feel you are.” The warmth of her breath, the way she allowed her lips to brush his ear and trace his jaw, all of it, was making it hard to focus.

  As the last trailer ended, Kaelan took it as his cue. He raised the arm that separated their seats and pulled her close. She didn’t resist as he lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, taking her lower lip and sucking on it. She moaned gently into his mouth and his cock strengthened.

  “You are such a bad girl,” he hissed, “and I’m going to have to punish you.” He felt her soundless giggle.

  “Why Mr. Cope, you said I could…ah…get off detention…if…I…Ohhhh,” she hitched a breath as he slid his hand into her shirt and mauled her left breast.

  Kaelan cupped and squeezed her, rubbed her hard nubbin with his palm and nipped at her neck, “You are getting off lightly young lady.”

  Cilla simpered and he seized her mouth again, he was surprised when she gave way, let his tongue dominate hers. As he sucked on it and licked her teeth, he eased her breast free of her bra and pinched her nipple, hard.

  “Ahhh.” Cilla ripped her face away from him, and by the muted light of the screen Kaelan could see her eyes wide with lust. With a quick glance around, making sure that no-one was looking back at them, he lowered his head and took her nipple and clamped his teeth around it.

  As he licked and sucked, her hand pressed him in tight, and he lost himself in it. He stopped for a moment to rip her shirt fully open and pull her bra down so that both tits were open and free. If anyone looked back they would see her like this, virtually topless. Cilla tried to pull him onto her again, but he resisted, he wanted her to be exposed, to risk being seen.

  He knew that Dave would love it. He would love to know that his wife could be caught, identified as a wanton slut. A thought came to him. “Stand up.” Cilla’s body went rigid.

  “What?” her whisper redolent with confusion.

  Kaelan pulled her shirt even wider apart. “Stand up, and then roll up your skirt and pull your panties off.” This was a test. He wanted to see how far she would go, how much direction his boss could take. Since they’d started this ‘affair’, or whatever it was, his boss had always maintained some level of control. How much would she cede to him?

  Cilla hesitated, and their eyes locked. She was going to refuse, and Kaelan resolved to make her pay for it later, but then she brushed his hands aside and rose to her feet. His cock throbbed with the power he felt. She didn’t look at him, preferring to look ahead into the theatre, thrusting her tits out, almost daring anyone to see her. Then with astonishing self-control, Cilla slowly inched her skirt up her thighs until it was high above her pussy, and with a sexy little shimmy, she took off her panties.

  “Give them to your husband,” Kaelan demanded, rubbing his erection in his pants, rolling his hips to intensify the friction.

  Cilla glared at him, her body part silhouette, part flickering image, was a study in perfection. She was a slave and a warrior all in one. There was a look of lust and aggression about her that made a trickle of precum pour into Kaelan’s briefs, he unzipped his jeans and tugged his huge penis into view. Then, as he began to stroke himself to full hardness, Cilla turned and handed her tiny little panties to Dave in the row behind.

  Kaelan didn’t look at him, he only had eyes for the woman he was going to take, right here in this cinema, but not quite yet.

  *****

  Sophie opened the skype app on her mobile. It was time. The time they’d agreed on. Kaelan would be fucking Cilla by now, or building up to it. She was going to do something equally reckless and play with Howie. He was away on business, so they couldn’t meet up. What they’d planned was even riskier.

  She was sitting in the stationery cupboard at work on boxes full of photocopy paper, waiting for Howie to pick up. He was in Japan, eight hours ahead. She rang him and her stomach churned, what if he was busy? What if was out with clients? God, what if he’d met someone, some sexy Japanese woman hanging around the hotel bar? What if...? An unpleasant prickle went up her back, what if he was there with a colleague? A woman, someone he worked with, someone he wanted but they’d never had the chance to do anything about it? The jealousy ripped through her.

  The insanity of it all was underlined by the thought, albeit fleeting, that her sister Karen was somewhere in Asia right now. What if…? Sophie almost laughed at her own madness. Anyway, the jealousy was illegitimate, even if it was real.

  He answered and she was immediately reassured. His handsome face was split by a boyish grin, his bright blue eyes shining almost as brightly as his beautiful teeth.

  “Hello baby!” he raked his hand through his thick brown hair, a move that always got her juices flowing, “it’s been murder here. They wanted a different deal, we had to scramble
another package together. If it hadn’t been for Jen, I don’t know that we would have got it done in time.”

  A sick, cold feeling crawled through her. He saw it and snickered. “What?” she asked, far too defensively.

  “You! Jealous Jemimah?” he kissed the screen, “seriously, you have nothing to worry about sexy, she’s a munter. Clever for sure, but nothing to look at. I only have eyes for you Sophia.”

  She knew it was terrible, but her heart lifted and she felt a huge grin take over her face. “So, did you get to see much of the place?”

  “No, it’s all been boardrooms and sweat. I’m not sure I’ll get much of a chance to do any sightseeing…” he waited a beat, “but I want to see a something very special, the best fucking sight, get them out for me, right now.”

  Sophie bit her lip and carefully placed her tablet on the boxes in front of her, propping it up at just the right angle. She sat again and started to undo the clingy, satin white shirt she’d worn especially. She’d noticed several of the guys she worked with checking her out and that had been…stimulating, but this? Her hands lingered, holding the material closed, she couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw the lingerie she’d bought.

  “You fucking little tease, open it up, let’s see them! Oh, Jesus Christ, look at that!” Her pussy convulsed at his predatory expression. “Show me those tits baby, show your Daddy how big they are.” She knew he was touching himself and she had to squeeze her thighs firmly together to repress a groan.

  *****

  Kaelan groaned under his breath and tightened his grip on Cilla’s hair. She was sucking him like a machine, bobbing up and down, taking his thick rod as far as she could. He loved to hear her gag. It was a shame that in the half dark he couldn’t make out her eyes clearly, there was nothing sweeter than seeing her look up at him with his cock in her mouth.

  He wrenched her off as the guy from the couple in front stood up and began to make his way to the exit, but he didn’t let his grasp of her hair loosen at all. For effect, he tugged it viciously, making her squeal. “Just wait for him to sit back down slut, then you can suck it again. Understand me.” The dominance came easily now, he loved it. Some of it he’d taken back to his marriage, though Soph didn’t enjoy it quite as much as Cilla.

  Sophie.

  As he thought about his wife, he felt a twinge of discomfort. He knew she would be skyping Howie around about now, and although he was here with Cilla and Dave, it still hurt him. Cilla giggled as the man returned to his seat, he’d obviously seen something, whether it was just Kaelan holding her head up, or her tits hanging out, he’d definitely paused before sitting down next to his partner.

  “Like that? Do you?” Kaelan shook her again, it made her gasp and her tits jiggle, “he saw you acting like my whore, and you love it, don’t you?” he palmed her breast again, roping his hands even further into her hair, savagely pulling her head back. “Say it,” it was a whisper-shout, just loud enough for Dave to hear.

  “No,” her eyes glinted against the screen’s glare, there was defiance in her denial, but it was weak.

  “You slutcunt, say it.” His left hand pushed her thighs apart and he pushed two fingers roughly into her sopping cunt. She squealed and her body tried to fold up, but he wasn’t having that. “No you don’t bitch, you say it.”

  With a strangled wheeze, Cilla turned her head to him and said, almost too loudly, “yes, I liked…aghhh. It.”

  Kaelan wasn’t aware of the sneer that stole across his face, but he felt the terrible mastery his boss, his friend, his lover, had ceded to him, and he used it to drag her down onto his cock again. Brutally. He forced her down, choking her, feeling the spit running down his shaft, her body shuddered and her nails went into his thighs. That was the most resistance she seemed willing to muster, even though she couldn’t take more than half his length.

  Kaelan felt movement behind him, Dave was sitting forward, watching his wife try desperately to deepthroat him. It was a powerful drug, this taking of another man’s woman, owning her, and every time they did it, every time he fucked her, he felt Dave’s claim on her loosen just a little. They hadn’t talked about it, but he wondered about where it was all going. Even at work Cilla was different with him, she was more submissive and she frequently deferred to him, publicly.

  He let his head roll back as she licked her way down his shaft and sucked on his balls. Fuck, she was good at that.

  “Okay get up you dirty slut. Stand in front of me and give them all another show. That’s it,” he winced as she stood on his foot, but it didn’t hurt enough to take his attention from her bare ass. With a light slap, he grabbed her right butt cheek and massaged it, making her writhe and wriggle.

  Kaelan held his erection up straight, took Cilla by the hip and pulled her back towards him, easing her down slowly. She steadied herself using his thigh, reached under and put her hand over his and guided him until the fat head of his cock was sitting at her opening.

  Cilla let her knees give way and she swallowed his straining cock in one easy drop. “Ugggghhhhh.” She couldn’t stay quiet, his cock was just too big, and he smiled through his own stifled moan. She loved his cock, and he loved giving it to her.

  *****

  Sophie cupped her breasts and took her left nipple into her mouth.

  “Shit yes! Do it! I can’t wait until I have them around my dick again,” Howie was on his hotel bed, stripped naked, stroking his cock, with the most lascivious expression on his face, “bite it Sophia, suck it harder. Let me see that tight little puss.”

  The words tightened her belly and she couldn’t suppress a smile, she teased her own nipple with her teeth, and let it drop heavily. “Mmmmm you want to see her?”

  His frustration was evident. His brow furrowed and he stroked even harder, “just show me. Let me see her!”

  She loved this, the power she had over such a dominant man, she licked her other nipple and wondered how much precum was running over his fingers onto his thick manhood.

  “But Howie,” she purred, “I’m at work. Anyone could come in at any moment. They would see my pussy. I can’t do that, I’ll lose my job. I thought you liked these,” she was only playing with him, they both knew it, and yet Howie was genuinely pissed off. Sophie had to force down a giggle, she wasn’t certain he would appreciate it.

  The stationery cupboard was locked, she had the office key and no one was likely to wander in. But they could. There was another key in the safe, and it wasn’t impossible that someone might need some supplies. The risk made it all the hotter.

  “Show me!” Howie growled, there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. Sophie saw a look of irritation that surprised her, then it was gone and the lust was back. She stood up and unzipped her skirt, easing the waistband down and revealing the silky thong she’d put on just for him. “Fuck, yes Sophie that’s what I need. Touch yourself, slip a finger in for me.”

  A hot pulse of liquid flowed from her cunt and she let out a whimper of longing, she only wished he was there with her, right now, taking what he wanted. “Pull that cock harder and I’ll let you see her. That’s it harder, really pull that sexy cock.” Howie’s hand was a blur as he responded to her demands, and Sophie cupped her own pussy, loving the feel of the fabric and the heat it covered.

  Howie sat up on the edge of the bed and stroked even faster, twisting every time he reached the base. Sophie was mesmerised. His need was written all over his straining body, all over his face. His muscles rippled and the sweat poured from him. He was so…beautiful.

  Sophie peeled her thong down to show him her shaved pussy, her lips were thick and engorged, and she shivered as she touched them, flicking her labia apart so that a stream of her juices ran onto the boxes. She didn’t even think about it.

  “Grrahhhh. Put fingers…innnn. NOW!” he roared it, and thrust his hips forward. His prick stood up so hard and high that the purple glans looked like it might burst.

  She couldn’t stop it, she thr
ust two fingers inside and her knees almost gave way. Her rhythm matched his and they drove themselves, and each other, to towering climaxes. “I want...you…Sophia. Fuck! I wisshhhh…ahhhhh…I was inside. You!”

  He came like a fountain. Semen spewed out in gout after gout, arcing up and spraying the bed, the floor, she thought it might even hit his laptop.

  “Howie! Fuck I want your cum!” she cried out so loud that if anyone was in the corridor they would hear. They must. And yet… “I want your cum, breed meeeeeeee.” Her own release was so intense that she fell to her knees, her eyes closed, her fingers pressed to her g-spot.

  It took a while for the fog in her brain to clear, for the shivers that wracked her body to dissipate, for the burning in her cunt to ease, but when she finally looked up. She saw the shock on Howie’s face. What she’d cried out hit her then, she’d told him that she wanted him to make her pregnant. They just stared at one another, knowing that a very big line had been crossed.