Ken walked in a trance behind Orchid, his eyes mesmerized by the sway of her hips. During the short trip, he could not help but wonder what awaited him. His wife would be there, aware and with proof of his wandering ways. The whole set-up had been ingenious. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended that his wife had been cheating too or unbelievably excited of the possible finale of the evening to come.

Could it happen? The chance to fuck this blonde goddess and his newly sexified wife. It was probably a long shot. Things like this did not happen. But, then again, nothing like tonight had ever happened either. It was unimaginable.

The seductress who had whispered in his ear all night had remained quiet during the walk to her loft. He wanted to engage her in conversation, but her last words to him in the bar had left him hesitant. Sacrifice his ass? What exactly did she mean? As much as he worried about the state of his marriage, the sexual expectations of the evening urged him on. By the time they reached their destination, he was rock hard again.

They rode up the elevator in silence. Orchid spoke as they stepped through the door, “Ready to meet your fate, Ken?”

He could not answer, his attention immediately caught by the large four-post bed in the middle of the floor. Spread leisurely across it was his naked wife. A mysterious grin played around her lips. “I see you’ve met Orchid.”

“Um, yeah, listen. I can explain.”

“Quiet!” Orchid’s voice rang out in the room. “You will not explain anything. Simply undress and do as you are told.”

“Yes, Ken,” his wife chimed in, “it’s time to pay the piper.” She rose on her knees as Orchid approached the bed.

Ken undressed while he watched Orchid’s mouth devour his wife’s full lips. The kiss between them fueled his lust as his erect pole attested. He stood in silent need while they continued. In a hushed voice, Orchid whispered, “Prepare him, and then find your place. I won’t be long.”

“Over here, Ken.” The way she said his name made him tremble. It hadn’t been said in anger, but he had detected malice. Second thoughts ran through his mind as he contemplated his situation. Should he run or hope for the best? Common sense told him to flee but his lustful fantasies of the evening to come propelled him toward his wife.

He attempted to read her eyes as he approached. It was when she moved slightly that he noticed the stockade at the side of the bed.