The Closet’s Veil│Novel (Eng)

Chapter One

Elliott and Vivian’s marriage began with the promise of stability and comfort, but the reality of their relationship soon shifted into something more complex and distant. Elliott, having been through the ups and downs of a previous marriage, entered this second union hoping for a fresh start. He had a son, Owen, from his first marriage, a young man who had just come of age and was preparing to step into the next chapter of his life at university. This milestone marked a shift in the family dynamics, as Elliott focused much of his energy on supporting his son while balancing a demanding career. His absences became more frequent, leaving Vivian with long stretches of solitude.

Vivian, in turn, was a woman who thrived on control and manipulation. The initial spark in their marriage was quickly replaced by her growing need to assert dominance in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. Her discussions with Elliott about starting a family had faded into the background as the emotional distance between them widened. She found herself with an abundance of free time, and while Elliott was away on business, she sought out new ways to entertain herself—ways that often involved exerting her influence over others. In this void, their once-passionate love life slowly crumbled, leaving room for desires and urges that strayed far from the typical boundaries of marriage. The stage was set for a series of unforeseen events, where manipulation, control, and unconventional relationships would redefine their lives.

Owen wandered aimlessly through the streets, his footsteps slow and uncertain. It was the last day of school—a milestone he had anticipated for months, yet now that it had arrived, it felt strangely anticlimactic. The idea of starting university in the fall should have filled him with excitement, but instead, his thoughts were clouded with insecurity. He watched groups of friends celebrating, couples laughing, and the undeniable summer energy pulsing around him, yet he felt distant, disconnected from it all.

The absence of a girlfriend weighed heavily on his mind, more than he cared to admit. He had imagined his final summer before university as one filled with romance, spontaneity, and confidence, but the reality was different. His self-esteem had taken several hits over the past year—failed attempts at dating, awkward encounters, and the feeling of always being on the outside looking in. As he strolled past familiar streets, Owen couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that he was missing out, that everyone else had figured out something essential about life that he was still struggling to grasp.

Owen pushed open the front door of his house, the familiar creak echoing through the entryway. He was exhausted, mentally more than physically, and all he wanted was the comfort of his room. The house felt eerily quiet at first, but as he moved through the hallway, a faint noise caught his attention. At first, he wasn’t sure what it was—soft, muffled sounds coming from upstairs. He paused, listening more intently, and his stomach twisted as the realization hit him.

It was Vivian. His stepmother’s voice, unmistakable, but not alone. She was laughing, breathless, accompanied by low murmurs that didn’t belong to his father. Owen’s heart pounded in his chest as the truth of the situation unraveled in an instant. Elliott was away, as he often was, tied up in another business trip. But Vivian… she wasn’t alone. The intimate sounds grew louder, more distinct, leaving no room for doubt. His stepmother’s moans echoed through the walls, mingling with the creaking of the bed and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Owen felt a shiver run down his spine as he imagined Vivian’s curves writhing beneath her lover. Frozen in place, Owen felt a mix of shock, anger, and something darker stir within him. His mind raced, and for a brief moment, he wondered what to do next. But all he could think about was how different this summer was already turning out to be.

His heart hammered in his chest, and before he could process his next move, he found himself standing at the door to his father’s bedroom. It was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he could see them—Vivian, naked and tangled in the sheets with a man he had never seen before. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The sight struck him like a punch to the gut, making it hard to breathe.

Vivian’s eyes locked with his, wide with shock. For a split second, Owen saw her panic, but then it was quickly replaced with something else—an unnerving defiance. Before either of them could speak, he turned on his heel and bolted down the stairs. His vision blurred with rage and disbelief, he barely heard Vivian’s voice shouting after him, her tone sharp and commanding. “Owen! Get back here!”

But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He flung open the front door and stormed out into the street, his mind racing. The betrayal, the confusion, the anger—it all swirled inside him, overwhelming and suffocating. He didn’t know where he was going, but anywhere felt better than there.

Owen found himself back on the familiar streets, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows as he walked aimlessly, trying to steady his breathing and make sense of what he had just seen. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—anger, disgust, confusion—but most of all, guilt. How could he face his father now, knowing what he knew? Elliott adored Vivian, doted on her with a kind of love that Owen had never quite understood. His father’s absence was born from a desire to provide for them, to ensure they lived comfortably, and yet Vivian had betrayed him in the cruelest way.

Owen’s steps slowed as he thought about what to do next. He couldn’t tell his father; the truth would crush him. But keeping this secret felt like carrying a weight too heavy to bear. There was no one he could turn to for advice—who would even believe him? His friends wouldn’t understand, and talking to family seemed impossible. The more he thought about it, the more trapped he felt. Each scenario he imagined ended badly, and he was left wondering what the “right” thing even was. He kicked a stray rock down the road, the hollow sound echoing in the stillness, and tried to clear his mind, but the question hung there, relentless: how could he carry this secret alone?

After what felt like hours of wandering, Owen finally made his way back home, his mind no clearer than when he had left. As he stepped inside, the house was silent again. The stranger was gone. Only Vivian remained, sitting in the living room with a glass of wine in her hand, her expression unreadable. She didn’t look furious, nor did she appear ashamed. Instead, she seemed strangely calm, as if she had been expecting his return.

“Sit,” she said softly, gesturing to the chair across from her. Owen hesitated but eventually sat down, tension filling the air between them. He avoided her eyes, still unsure how to handle the situation.

“I know what you saw earlier,” she began, her voice steady and controlled. “But I need you to understand that things aren’t as simple as they seem.” Owen felt a flicker of disbelief but stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

Vivian leaned forward, her gaze intense. “Your father and I… our relationship isn’t what you think. It hasn’t been for a long time. I won’t lie to you, Owen—there are things you don’t know about us. And I need you to keep an open mind about what I’m going to tell you.” She paused, letting her words sink in, watching his reaction carefully. “I’m asking you to listen, because what you saw today doesn’t tell the full story.”

Owen sat there, his mind racing, unsure whether to feel anger or curiosity. He had never seen this side of her before—direct, almost vulnerable. But her request for an “open mind” unnerved him. What exactly was she about to reveal?

Vivian took a deep breath, her eyes carefully observing Owen’s reaction as she prepared to dive into a revelation that would forever alter how he saw both her and his father. “Owen, I know this is hard to process,” she began, her tone measured, “but your father and I have always had a very different kind of relationship than what people assume. From the very beginning of our marriage, we’ve shared a private life that goes beyond the usual boundaries.”

Owen’s heart pounded as she continued. “We are part of a lifestyle that many people wouldn’t understand because we’ve kept it private. Your father and I are deeply involved in the BDSM world, and specifically, in something called the cuckold dynamic.” She hesitated, watching his reaction, but pressed on. “In our relationship, your father takes on the role of a beta male, while the man you saw earlier—our Bull—takes on the role of an alpha male. It’s a consensual dynamic. Your father knows everything, Owen. In fact, he encourages it.”

The young man stared at her, his mind struggling to keep up with the flood of information. He had heard about these terms but never thought they would apply to his own family. Vivian leaned forward slightly, her voice firm but oddly soothing, as if she had rehearsed this explanation in her head many times. “Your father not only knew what was happening today, but he was actively involved in it. He received videos from the session you walked in on, and this is something he wants. It’s a lifestyle choice for both of us.”

As if to validate her words, Vivian reached for her phone. “I don’t expect you to take my word for it. Here.” She pulled up a series of pictures on her screen and handed it to Owen. He reluctantly looked, his pulse quickening as he saw images of his fer, Vivian, and the man he had seen earlier. They were together, intimate, and the looks on their faces told him this was not some casual affair.

Under the weight of everything he had just learned, Owen sat silently for what felt like an eternity. His thoughts raced, but amidst the confusion, one thing became clear: this was something far beyond what he could discuss with anyone else. The truth about his father and Vivian’s relationship was shocking, but it wasn’t his secret to expose. Whatever his personal feelings, he knew the best course of action would be to keep this private, for the sake of everyone involved.

Finally, after a deep breath, Owen spoke. “I think… it’s best if we keep this between us. No one else needs to know.” His voice was calm but firm, the decision giving him a strange sense of clarity.

Vivian’s eyes softened, and without hesitation, she leaned forward to embrace him. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, and for a moment, Owen felt the unexpected warmth of her gratitude. “Thank you, Owen,” she whispered, her voice sincere. “Thank you for understanding and for supporting us in this.”

When she pulled back, there was a different look in her eyes—one that he couldn’t quite place, but he pushed the thought aside as she shifted the conversation. “I’ve always cared about you,” she said softly, her tone lighter now. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t help but wonder—do you have a girlfriend?”

Owen shook his head, still feeling the remnants of everything that had transpired. “No,” he replied simply, the familiar pang of insecurity creeping back in. “I don’t.”

Vivian gave him a thoughtful look, her smile lingering as if considering her next words. “Well,” she said slowly, “that might change soon. You never know what’s just around the corner.” Her tone carried a hint of something more, though Owen couldn’t quite decipher what it meant. The evening’s strange intimacy hung between them, unspoken but palpable.

Chapter Two

The next morning, Owen found himself staring at the book left on his bedside table. It was a sleek, black volume with a title that was both intriguing and daunting: “Exploring BDSM and Cuckoldry: A Comprehensive Guide.” His mind raced as he recalled the conversation with Vivian from the night before, the shocking revelation about his father’s and her unconventional lifestyle. When he saw the book, it felt like a direct continuation of their discussion—an unexpected invitation to delve deeper into a world he had never imagined he’d be exposed to, let alone encouraged to explore. A note accompanied the book, penned in Vivian’s elegant handwriting.

“Owen,” it read, “Since you’re not currently dating, I thought this might be an opportunity for you to expand your sexual knowledge. It’s a world not many your age understand, but it could offer you insights that others might not have. Consider it a way to gain a competitive edge and broaden your horizons. Feel free to ask me any questions if you have them. Best, Vivian.” Owen picked up the book, his fingers lingering on the cover. The idea of studying something so intimate and taboo, especially given the context, made him uncomfortable yet strangely curious. The promise of gaining an edge—both in understanding himself and in potential relationships—was tempting, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a lot to process.

As he leafed through the pages, he saw detailed descriptions of various practices, terminologies, and relationship dynamics that were entirely new to him. The guide promised to explain the intricacies of power dynamics, consent, and the emotional aspects of BDSM and cuckoldry. Part of him was intrigued, another part was still grappling with the ethics and implications of diving into such a subject, especially given his family’s involvement.

The book lay there as a challenge, a strange blend of educational opportunity and personal exploration. Owen wondered if he would ever find the right moment to discuss it with Vivian or if this would remain a solitary journey of discovery.

The truth began to unravel slowly, and what Owen initially believed to be a carefully constructed reality was, in fact, a carefully orchestrated manipulation. It became clear that Vivian had been operating under false pretenses. Despite her assurances and the facade she maintained, Elliott had never been involved in the lifestyle Vivian had described. In reality, he was blissfully unaware of his wife’s infidelities and the charade she had constructed around them.

Vivian’s actions were not driven by a deep-seated belief in an unconventional relationship dynamic but by a self-serving desire to justify her own betrayal. She had cheated on Elliott and, rather than facing the consequences of her actions or showing remorse, she sought to pull Owen into her deceitful scheme. Her attempt to normalize her behavior through the book and her explanations was a misguided effort to manipulate Owen and distract him from the core issue: her infidelity and the disrespect she had shown toward Elliott.

Owen’s sense of betrayal deepened as he realized the extent of Vivian’s manipulation. She had not only breached the trust within her marriage but had also tried to involve him in a web of deceit. Her actions were designed to muddy the waters, making it difficult for anyone to see the truth of her infidelity. Rather than addressing the situation honestly, she had attempted to redirect Owen’s focus, suggesting that he might benefit from understanding a lifestyle that was, in reality, a mere cover for her own shortcomings.

The revelation left Owen feeling conflicted. The emotional toll of discovering his stepmother’s deceit, combined with the sense of being used as a pawn in her manipulation, was overwhelming. He grappled with how to confront the situation, knowing that revealing the truth to his father would not only shatter his world but also lay bare the extent of Vivian’s deception. The decision weighed heavily on him, as he struggled to find a way to navigate the treacherous waters of family loyalty and personal integrity.

Vivian’s machinations extended beyond her own manipulation; Dominic, the man Owen had seen with her, played a crucial role in her deceitful scheme. Dominic was not just a casual acquaintance or a random partner; he was a family friend deeply embedded in the sexually alternative world. His involvement went beyond mere participation; he actively encouraged and facilitated Vivian’s plan to reshape the narrative around her actions and their relationship.

As Vivian’s marriage to Elliott began to deteriorate, she saw Dominic as a strategic ally. The more their relationship with Elliott faltered, the more she leaned into her connection with Dominic, finding in him both an emotional and sexual refuge. She began to craft a new reality with Dominic at its center, using her declining marriage as a backdrop. Vivian’s romantic overtures towards Dominic were calculated and deliberate. She started sending him intimate photos and erotic videos, which she hoped would solidify their bond and ensure his continued support in her scheme.

Dominic’s involvement was more than passive; he thrived on the complexity and intrigue of the situation. Seeing Vivian’s plan as a brilliant strategy, he eagerly played his part, providing the necessary fuel to keep the deception alive. His engagement in the sexually alternative realm made him a natural fit for supporting Vivian’s narrative, offering her validation and encouragement. The photos and videos she sent were not just personal tokens but strategic moves intended to deepen their connection and make Dominic’s role in her life appear more integral.

Vivian’s strategy to introduce Dominic into her and Elliott’s relationship was both calculated and manipulative. During moments of intimacy with Elliott, when his defenses were lowered and emotions were heightened, she subtly planted the idea of involving a third man in their sexual life. She understood that during these climactic moments, Elliott’s receptiveness to new ideas would be at its peak, making it an ideal time to broach such a controversial subject.

In the heat of passion, Vivian began to weave the concept of a third person into their encounters, framing it as an exciting and adventurous possibility. She knew that suggesting such a scenario during Elliott’s moments of sexual climax would make the idea seem more appealing and less threatening. The heightened emotional state and the endorphin rush from their intimacy created a fertile ground for the idea to take root.

Vivian carefully gauged Elliott’s reactions, ensuring that her suggestions were presented as fantasies or role-play scenarios rather than direct propositions. She used seductive language, playful hints, and provocatively framed scenarios to make the idea seem both enticing and manageable. The goal was not just to introduce the idea but to normalize it, making it seem like a natural progression in their relationship rather than a radical departure from their established norms.

As a result, Elliott began to entertain the notion, albeit subtly. The idea of incorporating another person into their sexual experiences was framed as a mutual exploration of new fantasies, a way to rekindle excitement and intimacy in their relationship. Vivian’s strategic planting of the idea ensured that it was not seen as an imposition but rather an opportunity for growth and enhancement.

In reality, her intentions were far from innocent. The introduction of Dominic was a deliberate manipulation designed to serve her own desires and to further her control over the dynamics of their relationship. By the time Dominic became a more active participant, the groundwork had been laid through Vivian’s careful and cunning approach during their intimate moments.

As the idea of exploring a third party began to take hold, Vivian’s strategy evolved from mere suggestion to active implementation. She and Elliott started to immerse themselves in the world of BDSM and alternative eroticism through carefully chosen movies and educational materials. They watched films and read articles that depicted various aspects of their newfound interest, allowing them to become more comfortable with the concepts and dynamics involved. This shared exploration created a sense of partnership and curiosity, gradually eroding any initial reservations Elliott might have had.

Vivian, leveraging the progress they had made, introduced the idea of seeking advice from Dominic, a trusted family friend known for his extensive involvement in alternative erotic practices. She positioned Dominic as an expert who could offer valuable guidance and recommendations, subtly emphasizing his familiarity with such lifestyles. By framing Dominic as a knowledgeable and experienced mentor, Vivian made the idea of involving him seem like a logical and beneficial step in their exploration.

“Dominic has always been open about his involvement with alternative eroticism,” Vivian said to Elliott one evening as they discussed their journey. “He’s knowledgeable and has experience with these dynamics. It might be helpful to get his perspective and advice on how to navigate this new territory. He could offer us some recommendations and help us understand more about how to make this experience fulfilling and safe.”

Elliott, having become increasingly open to the idea, agreed to consider it. The gradual exposure to the concept and the normalization of the idea through their shared experiences had made him more receptive. After some thought, he consented to reaching out to Dominic for guidance. The decision was framed as a way to ensure they were well-prepared and informed, enhancing their exploration while maintaining safety and mutual consent.

Vivian arranged a casual meeting with Dominic, framing it as a friendly discussion rather than a formal consultation. During their meeting, Dominic provided them with insights, practical advice, and suggestions for further reading. His presence and demeanor reassured Elliott, who saw him as a supportive friend rather than an outsider. Dominic’s role as a knowledgeable guide helped solidify the idea of involving him as part of their journey.

Vivian’s careful orchestration ensured that Dominic’s involvement was perceived as a natural extension of their exploration, rather than an imposition. As they continued to delve into the world of BDSM, Dominic’s role became more integrated into their experiences, aligning with Vivian’s original plan to manipulate and expand their dynamic in a way that served her interests.

Chapter Three

The evening of the dinner arrived, and Dominic was invited over to discuss the new direction in which Vivian and Elliott were steering their relationship. The setting was warm and welcoming, with a carefully prepared meal and an atmosphere of casual yet deliberate conversation. As the evening progressed, Vivian seized the moment to lay bare their thoughts and intentions.Once dinner was served and the initial pleasantries exchanged, Vivian broached the topic with a practiced ease. “Dominic, Elliott and I have been exploring new dimensions of our relationship. We’ve come to the conclusion that introducing a third person could be an exciting way to rejuvenate our connection and explore new experiences together.”

Dominic listened intently, nodding as she spoke. When it was his turn to respond, he offered a congratulatory smile. “I think it’s fantastic that you’re considering this,” he said warmly. “In my experience, many couples who have been married for a long time find themselves seeking new experiences outside of their relationship. Often, this leads to infidelity, but you’re taking a more creative and consensual approach.” He continued, offering a blend of insight and encouragement. “Introducing a third person, whether male or female, can be a deeply fulfilling way to enhance your relationship. Since you’re exploring this, I would recommend starting with a male. It’s typically easier to find a suitable man who fits the dynamic you’re seeking. Plus, this could be an ideal way to test the waters and see how well it complements your existing relationship.”

Elliott, while slightly uncomfortable with the directness of Dominic’s advice, found himself swayed by the idea. The prospect of revitalizing his marriage with Vivian through this unconventional approach intrigued him. He was particularly excited about the potential to rekindle their sexual chemistry and embrace a new facet of their relationship.

“Considering how long Vivian and I have been together, and with the goal of reigniting our intimacy, I think this could be a positive step,” Elliott said, his tone a mix of cautious enthusiasm and curiosity. “I’m open to exploring this with a male first, as Dominic suggested.”

Vivian smiled, sensing that the evening’s conversation had effectively paved the way for their next steps. Dominic’s support and expertise added a layer of validation to their decision, and the initial discomfort Elliott felt was beginning to give way to excitement and anticipation. The evening concluded with a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose, setting the stage for the new chapter in their relationship that Vivian had so carefully orchestrated.

In the ensuing weeks, Dominic and Vivian worked in tandem to further the plan, subtly pushing Elliott towards accepting Dominic as their third participant. Dominic, while maintaining a façade of friendly advice, began making increasingly incompatible or demanding proposals that seemed misaligned with Elliott’s comfort level. These proposals, though ostensibly well-meaning, were designed to test Elliott’s limits and subtly nudge him toward accepting Dominic’s involvement.

Vivian capitalized on this by reinforcing Dominic’s suggestions with her own arguments. One evening, as they discussed the ongoing situation, Vivian brought up the idea of asking Dominic to become the third man directly. She framed it as a practical and strategic decision.

“You know, Elliott,” she began, “it might actually be a good idea to consider Dominic for this role. It could save us from the complications of involving a complete stranger. With Dominic, we’re dealing with someone we already know and trust. Plus, having him involved would allow us to navigate any issues or discomfort more easily. If something doesn’t work or if we want to adjust our approach, it would be more straightforward with someone familiar.”

Elliott listened intently, weighing her arguments. The idea of minimizing exposure to unknown third parties and having a trusted individual involved seemed logical and practical. Vivian’s reasoning resonated with him, aligning with his desire to maintain control and comfort in the situation. Although the idea of Dominic as their third participant still felt unconventional, the rationale behind it made sense.

“Given what you’ve said,” Elliott replied thoughtfully, “it seems like involving Dominic could be a sensible choice. It would make things more manageable and less risky. If we’re going to explore this, having someone we know could be beneficial.”

As the evening of the dinner approached, Vivian took considerable effort to ensure everything was perfectly orchestrated. She went to the hairdresser for a fresh look, selected an elegant new outfit, and meticulously prepared herself for the occasion. Each step of her transformation was documented with photos, which she eagerly sent to Elliott. The photos, showcasing her new hair and attire, were designed not only to excite but to keep him actively engaged in the anticipation for the evening ahead.

Elliott, increasingly invested in the plan, appreciated the updates. The approval photos helped him feel more involved and invested in the upcoming event. His initial apprehensions began to recede as he focused on the allure of the evening and the role he was about to play. The dinner was set in a sophisticated yet intimate manner, with carefully chosen decor and lighting to create the perfect ambiance. As Dominic arrived, the atmosphere was charged with a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation. The evening began with cocktails and casual conversation, allowing everyone to relax and settle into the night.

Vivian, in her new outfit and with her refreshed look, exuded confidence and allure. Her presence was magnetic, and she skillfully guided the conversation to maintain a comfortable and engaging atmosphere. As the dinner progressed, the interactions between the three of them were smooth, filled with laughter and an underlying sense of shared purpose. With the formalities of the evening out of the way, and as the night unfolded, Elliott began to shed his inhibitions. The careful preparation, combined with the intimate setting and the familiar presence of Dominic, helped him embrace the experience more fully. The excitement of the evening, coupled with the support of both Vivian and Dominic, allowed him to let go of his reservations and immerse himself in the new dynamic.

Vivian, fucked Elliot first, with a fiery passion that leaved him breathless. She took control, dominating him with her body, so he couldnt help but feel a mix of pleasure and humiliation as she rode him hard. But after she finished with Elliot, Vivian moved on to Dominic.

She took him in her mouth, sucking him deep, while he groaned in ecstasy as she worked him over. Vivian then turned to Elliot, her eyes flashing with amusement. “You’re not bad for a second option,” she whispered, with her voice husky with desire. “You’re so dedicated to being a cuck, Elliot,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s really quite impressive. I’ve never seen anyone take on the role so wholeheartedly.”

She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure Dominic knows how much you enjoyed watching us.” Elliot groans, feeling a mixture of pleasure and humiliation wash over him. Vivian slaps him hard, the sound echoing through the room. “Take a video of us,” she demands, snatching her phone from Elliot’s hand. “But use my phone, not yours. I don’t want anyone seeing this.” Elliot nods, still reeling from Vivian’s words. He takes the phone and records the two of them, Vivian and Dominic, as they continue to make love. The camera captures every moment, every thrust, every moan, and Vivian’s humiliation of Elliot.

Chapter Four

After giving Owen time to process the revelations and the complexities of BDSM, Vivian approached him with a new opportunity. She suggested that if Owen had any lingering questions or needed more clarity about BDSM, Dominic would be the ideal person to ask. Given Dominic’s extensive experience in the realm of alternative eroticism, Vivian framed the suggestion as a unique chance for Owen to gain insights directly from someone well-versed in the subject.

“Owen,” she said one day, “I understand that this has been a lot to take in. If you have any questions or need more information about BDSM, Dominic is actually a great resource. He’s very knowledgeable and experienced in this area. Since he’s the only male counterpart you can openly discuss this with, it might be beneficial to ask him anything you’re curious about.” Owen considered the offer carefully. The idea of speaking with Dominic, who was both a family friend and someone with a deep understanding of BDSM, seemed like a valuable opportunity. The thought of gaining insight from an experienced individual in a field he was still unfamiliar with was appealing. After some reflection, Owen agreed to the idea.

“I think it might be helpful to talk to Dominic,” Owen replied thoughtfully. “I have a lot of questions and, honestly, hearing from someone with real experience could really clarify things for me.” Vivian meticulously planned a special evening for when Elliott was away, using the opportunity to deepen her involvement with Dominic and further her agenda. The setting was intimate and well-considered; she arranged for Dominic to come over for a casual drink and a discussion about BDSM. The atmosphere was designed to be both relaxed and subtly provocative.

On the appointed evening, Vivian dressed in a seductive ensemble, carefully chosen to captivate and engage Dominic while maintaining an air of casual sophistication. The outfit was meant to be both alluring and indicative of her ongoing involvement in the lifestyle. When Owen entered the scene, Vivian took the opportunity to address him directly.

“Owen,” she began, with a reassuring tone, “I want to make sure you understand that this is how Dominic expects me to present myself. It’s part of the dynamic we’re exploring and, importantly, it’s something your dad has financially supported.” Vivian’s words were carefully chosen to make Owen feel comfortable with the evening’s arrangement while subtly reinforcing the normalized nature of her behavior. She wanted to ensure that Owen recognized this as a routine part of their lives, orchestrated under the guise of his father’s financial contribution.

She continued, “I know this might feel strange or awkward, but it’s important to understand that this is all part of the process. Dominic and I are having a discussion about BDSM and our involvement, and I want you to feel okay about what’s happening. It’s part of exploring and understanding this new dynamic.” Dominic entered the house with a bold and self-assured demeanor, his confidence evident in every movement. Upon arrival, he greeted Vivian with a passionate kiss, his hand lingering on her backside in a gesture that was both intimate and assertive. This display was intended to be provocative, setting a clear tone for the evening’s dynamics.

Vivian, keen to establish the context and normalize Dominic’s behavior, used the moment as a teaching opportunity for Owen. “Owen,” she said, addressing him directly while maintaining eye contact, “this is how a bull, someone who has been invited into a relationship dynamic like ours, makes his presence known. It’s part of the role and the energy he brings into the house.” She then took a seat on Dominic’s lap, a gesture that was both casual and charged with underlying significance. “Dominic’s presence here is a natural part of our exploration and the dynamic we’re engaging in,” she continued, ensuring Owen understood the context and their reasons behind the evening’s events.

Turning to Owen, Vivian added, “Would you mind preparing drinks for us? We’ll have a relaxed chat and continue our discussion about BDSM and the roles involved.”

Owen, absorbing the scene and the explanations provided, went to prepare drinks for the three of them. The situation was designed to push boundaries and make the dynamics of their new exploration as tangible and immediate as possible. Vivian’s approach was meant to reinforce Dominic’s role and normalize their interactions while integrating Owen into the evolving narrative.

As Owen worked on the drinks, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of anticipation and tension. Dominic’s confident presence and Vivian’s explicit explanations were setting the stage for a deeper discussion and further exploration of the themes they had been navigating. The evening was shaping up to be a blend of education and demonstration, with the underlying goal of acclimating Owen to the complexities and norms of their unconventional lifestyle.

When Owen returned with the drinks, he found himself walking into a scene that was both shocking and revealing. Vivian was in the midst of performing oral sex on Dominic, a sight that underscored the explicit nature of their new dynamic. The boldness of the act was intended to make a clear statement about the roles and boundaries within their arrangement.

Dominic, unfazed by the interruption, looked up with a confident smile. “Owen, why don’t you take a seat next to me?” he invited, gesturing to the space beside him. His tone was casual yet authoritative, reinforcing his role as the “bull” in their dynamic.

Vivian, pausing momentarily, lifted her head and took a sip from her drink. She then glanced at Owen, her expression a mix of satisfaction and nonchalance. “Thank you, Owen,” she said, acknowledging his presence and the drinks he had brought. Without missing a beat, she returned to her task, resuming the oral sex with renewed focus. The situation was both explicit and instructional, designed to immerse Owen in the reality of their dynamic and reinforce the new roles being explored. Dominic’s confident demeanor and Vivian’s unabashed actions were meant to establish the norms and expectations of their evolving arrangement, providing Owen with a direct and impactful lesson in their unconventional lifestyle.

Dominic, maintaining his confident and assured demeanor, continued to guide Owen through the evening’s educational experience. With a casual air that belied the gravity of the discussion, Dominic addressed Owen directly, explaining the intricacies of the roles involved in their dynamic.

“Owen,” Dominic began, his tone calm and direct, “for your training, you’ll need to understand and integrate both the Alpha and Beta roles. To start with, we’ll focus on the submissive role, the Beta. This will help you grasp the dynamics from the ground up, so to speak.”

Dominic’s manner was unflinchingly straightforward, aiming to demystify the roles and make the process as clear as possible. “It’s important to understand that both roles have their place and purpose in this lifestyle. Your father, for example, has been an exemplary cuckold. He’s embraced his role fully, which involves a degree of submission and acceptance.”

He continued with a tone that suggested familiarity and experience. “He’s participated in these dynamics before, watching and submitting. He often jerk off to these scenes and, from what I’ve observed, he’s always cums first. It’s a role he’s adapted to well, embracing the pleasure and the limits of his position.”

The conversation was designed to normalize and rationalize the roles within their lifestyle, framing them as natural and expected components of their interactions. Dominic’s approach was intended to make Owen feel at ease with the concepts, presenting them as practical and manageable aspects of their exploration.

“Ah, perfect timing, Owen,” Vivian purred as she slipped her lips off Dominic’s cock and smiled at her stepson. “I was just getting to the good part.” Owen felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the scene before him. His father had married Vivian when Owen was young, but Owen never really bonded with Vivian like most stepchildren do with their parents.

“Would you do me a favor, Owen?” Dominic asked, his voice dripping with seduction. “Would you take some pictures of us for Vivian here?” Owen nodded, feeling his heart race in his chest. He took out his phone and began snapping away, trying to capture every moment of this strange and wonderful scene. But as he snapped away, he couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of excitement building inside him. It was almost like he could feel the cum rising up from his balls, just waiting for permission to burst forth and cover everything in its sticky, white mess.

And then – oh, glorious moment! – Vivian began talking to Owen about his preferences. How they coincided with those of her Bull’s. The teasing words dripped off her tongue like honey, sweet and hot, and Owen couldn’t help but feel himself growing harder and harder under their gaze.

“Owen, you’re such a good boy,” Vivian cooed as she reached out to stroke his cock through his pants. “I think it’s time for you to learn what we both love so much.” And with that, Dominic began to tease Owen about his preferences. The words dripped off his tongue like cold water on a hot summer day, and Owen felt himself shudder as he tried to contain his excitement.

But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

Dominic’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he whispered in Owen’s ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can put it in Vivian’s mouth and cum there too.” Owen’s heart raced with anticipation, his mind racing with the forbidden nature of their actions.

As Owen followed Dominic’s command, their combined orgasms filled the room with a sensual haze. The air was thick with pleasure as they all came ecstatically together, each one lost in their own moment of bliss.

Later that night, after the intense and revealing evening, the atmosphere in the bedroom was unexpectedly relaxed. Vivian, seizing the moment with a playful demeanor, asked Owen to send the pictures he had taken earlier to his father from her phone. With a mischievous wink, she added, “Would you like to push the send button yourself, Owen?”

The request, while provocative, was framed with a lighthearted tone. Owen, amidst the laughter and the relaxed atmosphere, agreed. As he took the phone and pressed the send button, the room was filled with an easygoing laughter. The act was symbolic, further integrating Owen into the dynamics and creating a shared experience among the three of them.

The moment, marked by their collective laughter and the light-heartedness of the task, seemed to further bond them in their unconventional exploration. The ease with which they interacted highlighted the blending of their new roles and the way they were navigating their complex relationships.

Chapter Five

Vivian and Dominic, both deeply invested in their unconventional exploration, faced a significant challenge: devising a scheme that would seamlessly integrate Elliott and Owen into their dynamic without causing an emotional or relational collapse. They were keen on maintaining a balance where all four individuals—Vivian, Dominic, Elliott, and Owen—could be involved in a way that was both engaging and manageable.

The idea came from Vivian, who was determined to create a situation that would allow them to test and explore their dynamics further. She proposed a plan that involved Owen as a key accomplice in their scheme. The aim was to craft a scenario that would engage all four characters while ensuring that the process was controlled and did not lead to chaos.

The plan they devised involved orchestrating a special event or gathering where the roles and dynamics could be explored under controlled conditions. Owen would play a crucial role in setting up the environment and guiding the interactions in a way that aligned with their goals.

Vivian meticulously orchestrated another evening designed to further intertwine the dynamics between her, Dominic, and Elliott. This time, she planned a love triangle night that would also subtly involve Owen. Her goal was to create a scenario where Elliott could witness the events from a distance without being aware of Owen’s presence, and where Owen would see firsthand the nature of Elliott’s involvement, reinforcing Vivian’s earlier claims.

Vivian communicated the plan to Elliott, instructing him to watch discreetly from a closet where he would remain unseen. This arrangement would ensure that Elliott was not placed in a difficult or compromising position, as he would not be aware of Owen’s role in the situation.

That evening, Owen came home earlier than expected, providing Vivian with an opportunity to set up the scene before Elliott’s arrival. She led Owen to a closet that had been prepared for this specific purpose. Inside, she had arranged a chair and provided some toilet paper, likely for practical reasons considering the scenario they were about to engage in.

Vivian gave Owen a knowing wink and said, “You’re all set for the show. Enjoy the view.” With a mischievous smile, she closed the door, leaving Owen alone in the closet.

From his vantage point through the slits of the closet door, Owen had a clear view of the unfolding events. As he settled into his spot, he could see Vivian and Dominic preparing for the evening’s activities. The setup was designed to ensure that Owen could observe Elliott’s involvement without disrupting the flow of the evening.

After ensuring Owen was settled in the closet with a perfect view of the unfolding scene, Vivian moved to the next phase of her plan. She meticulously set up the bedroom for Elliott’s arrival, preparing it in a way that catered to his hidden role in the evening. A discreet seat was arranged in the corner of the room, partially hidden but with a clear line of sight to the bed. Next to the chair, she placed a small table with toilet paper, a subtle but intentional touch meant to suggest Elliott’s role as a silent observer, much like she had done with Owen.

Once everything was arranged, Vivian turned to the closet where Owen was hiding, knowing he was watching. She tilted her head and asked with a teasing smile, “Can you see everything clearly, Owen?”

Owen, trying to contain the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, replied affirmatively. He could see everything from his vantage point, the slits in the closet door offering him an unobstructed view of the room.

Vivian, noticing his answer, leaned in closer to the closet door and, with a sly smile, whispered, “You know, you and your father… you’re more alike than you think. Seems like you share more than just a family name.” Her words hung in the air, dripping with a playful insinuation about their shared sexual preferences. Then, without waiting for a response, she left Owen in the closet, ready to execute the final part of her elaborate plan.

The room was now prepared, both for Elliott’s unwitting participation and for Owen’s growing realization of the depths of his father’s involvement in this twisted dynamic.

After a short wait, the atmosphere in the room shifted as all three entered. Elliott quietly took his seat in the corner—what Vivian playfully referred to as the “Beta Throne.” His role as a passive observer, like always, was set. Meanwhile, Vivian, full of energy and control, positioned herself confidently on Dominic’s lap, ready to begin their carefully choreographed encounter.

From his hidden spot, Owen could feel the tension rising as he watched the scene unfold through the narrow slits of the wardrobe. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Vivian, fully aware of his presence, cast a quick, secretive glance in his direction. Her lips curled into a playful smirk before she gave him a cheeky wink, acknowledging him in this hidden, twisted game.

Then, turning her attention back to Elliott, she spoke with the same sly, dominant tone she always used when she controlled the situation. “Elliott, darling,” she purred, “why don’t you match Dominic’s rhythm?” She paused for effect, letting her gaze travel slowly between both men. “The difference is,” she added with a wicked grin, “only one of you will be inside me.” The words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the power dynamic she was creating and controlling.

Elliott, sitting in his “Beta Throne,” followed her command, maintaining his rhythm, while Owen, from his hiding spot, was thrust deeper into the bizarre reality Vivian had woven for the family. The tension and complexity of the situation enveloped the room, as both men, unaware of each other’s deeper involvement, became pawns in her manipulative game.

As the sexual energy in the room reached its peak, Vivian knew this was the moment she had been waiting for. The heady mix of lust and control flooded the atmosphere, leaving no room for hesitation or resistance. She was an expert at this, knowing how to manipulate the desires of men, and at this point, hardly anyone could escape the intoxicating pull of the moment.

Dominic pressed himself firmly against her from behind, his strong, deliberate movements matching the rhythm of their shared desire. With each thrust, the bond between them seemed to solidify, as if claiming territory over what was once shared. Vivian, fully immersed in the moment, barely flinched when the initial discomfort turned into pleasure. She locked eyes with Elliott, who sat quietly in his “Beta Throne,” fully absorbed by the scene in front of him.

With the heat and intensity of the moment swirling around them, Vivian saw her chance to claim something more. Still moving with Dominic, she looked straight into Elliott’s eyes, her expression serious and commanding. “From now on,” she said, her voice dripping with authority, “this is forbidden to you.”

The words were sharp and final, slicing through the charged air like a declaration of ownership. “Dominic and I want something to be ours alone,” she added, solidifying the new rule that would further strip Elliott of his former place in their relationship.

Predictably, under the weight of Vivian’s control and the power of the sexual intoxication, Elliott didn’t resist. He accepted her decree with the quiet submission she had trained into him over time. For him, the idea of pleasing Vivian and keeping the balance of their unconventional dynamic was stronger than any personal frustration or desire. The scene solidified the shift in power, leaving Elliott not just an observer but completely outside of what Vivian now claimed as her exclusive domain with Dominic.

Meanwhile, from his hidden spot, Owen watched, now understanding the depth of the dynamic Vivian was orchestrating between them all.

Vivian, fully aware that Owen was watching every moment from his hiding spot, seized the opportunity to escalate the emotional and psychological intensity of the situation. With a wicked glint in her eye, she leaned closer to Elliott, her voice sultry and teasing, pushing the boundaries further. “Elliott,” she began with a sly smile, “how would you feel if Dominic finished inside me tonight?”

Her words hung in the air, loaded with suggestion, as she let the question sink in. Elliott, fully entranced and lost in the moment, looked at her, his expression betraying the internal conflict between his submissive role and the desire to please her. Vivian didn’t stop there; she took it further, knowing just how to twist the knife. “Wouldn’t it be exciting?” she teased. “You’d be helping us conceive… since you’ve been having such a hard time on your own.” Her words dripped with playful cruelty, driving home the power imbalance between them.

Elliott, who had long since surrendered any semblance of control in their dynamic, was now fully engulfed by the lust and manipulation that Vivian expertly wielded. The prospect of pregnancy, the ultimate symbol of Dominic’s dominance over him, was just another step in the degrading game she played. Believing no one could see his humiliation, and too intoxicated by the moment to consider the consequences, Elliott responded in a breathless voice, “Yes… yes.”

It was the confirmation Vivian had been expecting, a final seal on Elliott’s submission. From his hiding spot, Owen witnessed the moment unfold, the scene becoming not only a spectacle of twisted desire but also a glimpse into how far his stepmother would go to control those around her.

“I imagine Owen’s reaction would be quite…enlightened,” Vivian said aloud, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she turned back to Eliot. Her tongue darted out of her mouth in playful invitation, accompanied by a sly grin that hinted at the provocative nature of her inquiry. “And if he were here, I’m sure he would be utterly…fascinated,” she added, her voice dripping with flirtation. Eliot’s gaze remained fixed on Vivian, but he didn’t seem to notice the subtle sensuality in his own words as he responded with a passively enthusiastic ‘Yes.’

As Dominic’s pace quickened, Vivian’s excitement grew. “I can feel it coming,” she whispered to Eliot, her voice barely audible over the sound of their lovemaking. But Eliot was not the only one listening – Owen, hidden in the closet, was also privy to Vivian’s words.

Dominic paused momentarily, his eyes locked on Vivian as he asked, “Do you want a boy or a girl?” Vivian laughed, her response full of playful abandon. “A little girl of course!” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

As Dominic resumed their lovemaking, Vivian turned to Eliot and whispered, “Quick, baby – come and cum on my belly too. One in and one out.” The request was a sensual invitation, one that echoed through the room as all three of them poured out together. Owen, barely keeping his voice, managed to sync up with their rhythm.

It was the first time Owen had ever experienced such a momentous release, and some drops fell on his clothes and shoe. His heart still racing, Owen emerged from the closet, his eyes locked on Vivian as if in awe of her power to bring them all together in such a way.

As soon as Eliot excused himself to go to the bathroom, Vivian jumped out of bed and opened the closet door, revealing Owen’ s hiding spot. Her eyes locked onto his, sparkling with mischief as she asked, “Do you like it?” Owen responded enthusiastically, and Vivian couldn’t help but be charmed by his eagerness.

Without hesitation, she seized Owen’s cock, her hand wrapping around it like a vice. With a gentle yet firm stroke, she pulled the cum-soaked organ towards its head, carefully collecting every last drop of Owen’s pleasure into her hand. The closet door closed once more, and Vivian lay back on the bed, her thoughts consumed by the thrill of their shared experience.

She began to rub Owen’s cum up her cunt, mixing it with Dominic’s earlier release. Her eyes drifted shut as she savored the sensations coursing through her body. The mixture of their cum was a potent reminder of the power that had been unleashed in that moment.

As Elliot returned to the room, Vivian assumed a seductive position, spreading her legs wide open for his consumption. Her eyes locked onto hers as she whispered, “While you were away, I’ve been taking care of something.” Elliot’s tongue began to dance on her skin, savoring every last drop of their combined fluids.

Vivian’s voice dropped to a sly whisper, “Dominic seems to have taken the case of pregnancy very seriously. It was quite difficult getting all of it out, I assure you.” She paused for dramatic effect before leaning her head back towards Owen, who was still hiding in the closet. With a mischievous grin, she winked at him from afar, blowing him a kiss that seemed to echo through the air.

As Elliot continued his ministrations, Vivian felt herself becoming one with the room, her desires and passions intertwining with those of the men around her. It was as if she were melting into the very fabric of existence, her soul entwining with theirs in a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within her being.

Chapter Six

A few days later, Vivian, always one step ahead in her manipulative game, devised a new scheme—one that would blur the lines of family, trust, and desire even further. With a twisted sense of romanticism and a smile of feigned innocence, she approached Elliott while they sat together, comfortably sharing a quiet moment at home.

“Darling,” she began, her tone light and playful, “you’ll never guess what I found while cleaning Owen’s room.” She paused, letting the suspense build, knowing full well that her next words would plant the seeds of her newest plot. “A book about BDSM… seems our little Owen has been doing some interesting reading.” Her eyes glinted with mischief as she revealed this “discovery,” though it was, in fact, the very book she had left for Owen herself.

Elliott blinked, surprised but not suspicious, as Vivian continued to craft her narrative. “It seems he’s becoming curious about… alternative lifestyles.” She let the words hang in the air, planting the idea with a subtle but purposeful push. “Isn’t it fascinating, how he’s starting to explore these things? Maybe… we could introduce him to more, in our own way?” she suggested, her voice smooth, careful not to push too hard—yet making it clear she was hinting at something much darker.

Elliott, who had been lulled into submission and blinded by his own desires for rekindling their passion, hesitated but didn’t dismiss the idea outright. The thought was foreign but tempting, especially wrapped in the subtlety of Vivian’s manipulation. The notion of Owen’s potential involvement in their erotic world, though disturbing, was now implanted deep in his mind—another step in Vivian’s grand design to control every aspect of their lives, even at the cost of moral boundaries.

Vivian, satisfied with how easily the idea had slipped into Elliott’s thoughts, smiled softly, already calculating her next move. The game continued, and she was always the one setting the rules.

Dominic and Vivian had grown increasingly ambitious in their plans, regularly discussing their twisted “project” with an almost obsessive focus. Each conversation further fueled their desire to push the boundaries of what was already a convoluted and dangerous scheme. One evening, Dominic proposed an idea that was so extreme, even by their standards, that it immediately captured Vivian’s attention. It was bold, audacious, and required time, patience, and the perfect execution of small, calculated actions.

The idea, though extreme, impressed Vivian. She saw in it not only the opportunity to intensify their sexual control over Elliott and Owen but also a path toward complete domination of both men, making them forever entangled in her web. Her excitement was palpable as she eagerly shared the new “project” with Owen.

“Owen,” she said, her voice dripping with enthusiasm as she approached him, “Dominic and I are working on something truly special—something just for us.” She flashed him a conspiratorial smile, as if this twisted scheme was a gift that only a select few could appreciate. “It’s going to be unique, exciting… and you’re a huge part of it.”

Her words were carefully chosen, designed to make Owen feel not only included but vital to their plan. She wanted him to feel that he was part of an explosive, exclusive sexual group, something beyond anything his peers could ever experience. The lure of being included in such a secret and powerful dynamic was too tempting for Owen to ignore, and Vivian knew exactly how to manipulate that.

“But,” she continued, her tone suddenly more serious, her gaze locking onto his, “for this to work, you need to commit. No hesitation, no doubt. You have to trust me and Dominic completely. We’re counting on you, Owen. This is going to take time, and there will be moments where you might question everything, but if you stay true to us… well, the reward will be unlike anything you’ve ever known.”

Owen, now drawn deeper into their dangerous game, felt the weight of her words. The promise of something thrilling and the demand for unwavering loyalty tugged at him, leaving him torn between the remnants of his moral compass and the seduction of power and inclusion in something so forbidden.

Vivian watched him closely, waiting for the moment of his submission, knowing that once Owen agreed, there would be no turning back for any of them.

As summer drew to a close, Owen’s interactions with Vivian and Dominic had become an unsettling norm. Their encounters blurred the lines of family, trust, and sexuality beyond recognition. Sometimes, Owen found himself directly involved in the twisted trio, while other times he observed from the shadows, hidden in the closet, as his father, oblivious to the full extent of the manipulation, sat submissively on his so-called “throne.” It had all become part of a disturbingly familiar routine.

One afternoon, near the end of August, Vivian approached Owen with the same calculating charm she always used when trying to draw him deeper into her schemes. Her voice was soft, almost tender, as she brought up the side project she had mentioned before. “Owen, do you remember our little chat about something special that Dominic and I are working on?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look.

Owen nodded slowly, recalling their earlier conversation and how she had hinted at some mysterious plan that required his full commitment. There was an air of anticipation in the room, as if something much larger was about to be revealed.

Vivian smiled, pleased with his response. “Good,” she said, her voice lowering to a whisper as if sharing a secret. “Well, the time has come for the next step.” She handed him a small slip of paper with a hotel name, room number, and a specific time written on it. “I’ve arranged an appointment for you—at this hotel, in that room. Be there at the given time.”

Her eyes searched his face, watching for any hesitation or doubt. “Trust me, Owen,” she added softly, leaning in closer. “This is going to be important for us. For all of us.” The implication of her words hung heavy in the air, leaving Owen with little room to question. His summer of tangled emotions and unspoken tension now seemed to culminate in this single moment.

With the appointment set, Vivian had woven another thread into her intricate web of control, pushing Owen further into a world where loyalty and trust were distorted, and boundaries shattered.

Vivian had planned every detail of the evening with meticulous precision, ensuring that everything went according to her twisted vision. She greeted Owen warmly as he arrived at the hotel room, her smile as inviting as ever, though its underlying motives remained sinister. Dominic was already there, waiting in the background, adding his usual air of dominance to the situation.

“Go ahead,” Vivian said, her voice smooth and reassuring, gesturing toward the closet where Owen had become all too familiar with hiding. It was a routine by now, an almost perverse comfort in the familiarity. Owen quickly took his place, settling into the small, concealed space, his heart pounding with anticipation. Tonight was another one of those nights, where he expected to see his father enter and take his place on the Beta Throne, silently observing the forbidden dynamic between Vivian and Dominic.

But as the minutes ticked by, something shifted. The atmosphere in the room felt different—more charged, more secretive. When the door finally swung open, the sight that greeted Owen made his heart stop cold.

Vivian walked in, as expected, but she wasn’t alone. Walking beside her was Lexi—Owen’s birth mother. His real mother. The shock hit him like a wave, paralyzing him in his hiding spot as he watched them enter the room together, laughing and talking as if this was completely normal. The sight of his mother in the same setting where he had grown accustomed to watching Vivian’s depraved games shattered the last remnants of his understanding.

Owen’s mind raced, struggling to process what he was witnessing. How could this be happening? When had Vivian managed to involve his mother, and why? Was this a part of the “side project” she had been hinting at for weeks? His thoughts spiraled in confusion and disbelief. He had never imagined that something so twisted could reach this far, pulling his mother—his own flesh and blood—into the dark world Vivian and Dominic had created.

He sat frozen, trying to comprehend the layers of manipulation that had to be in play for such an event to unfold. The lines between family, desire, and betrayal had already been blurred, but now they were obliterated. The sight of his mother being led into this twisted scenario by Vivian felt like a nightmare, yet there he was, forced to witness it firsthand. His emotions churned, a mixture of shock, disgust, and confusion. He wondered how he should react, what he should do next—but no answer came.

As Dominic and Vivian undressed her before the closet, Owen’s mind wandered back to the moment when his mother had walked in with Vivian. It was as if he was reliving that fateful night, where everything about him felt like it was being torn apart.

Owen absentmindedly placed his hand in the lower half of his pants, his fingers grazing the toilet paper beside him. The touch was a distraction from the chaos brewing before his eyes. He couldn’t help but think how this scene would have been completely foreign if he hadn’t witnessed his mother being brought into their twisted world.

Vivian peered through the narrow opening of the closet, her smile playing on her lips as she gave him a playful wink. She seemed to be savoring every moment of the chaos that was unfolding before them. The thought sent a shiver down Owen’s spine.

As Lexi leaned against the dresser, blocking the closet door, Dominic approached her from behind and started moving forcefully. Vivian cautiously positioned her foot in front of the wardrobe, anticipating the force of Dominic’s blows and ensuring it wouldn’t accidentally swing open. It was as if she was choreographing their twisted dance, ensuring every moment of this performance was just so.

Lexi’s voices sent Owen’s heart into a frenzy like never before. He could feel his pulse racing in sync with her cries of pleasure. It was a sickening feeling, knowing that he was trapped in a world where this kind of depravity was accepted and encouraged.

As Dominic’s turns with Lexi and Vivian continued, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly charged with a sense of reckless abandon. It was as if they were all embracing the twisted dynamic of their relationships, allowing themselves to become consumed by the passion and intensity of their desires.

Dominic’s cock seemed to be a magnet drawing them closer together, his power over both women evident in the way they licked him and each other with such fervor. They moved in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized as they explored every inch of Dominic’s penis.

As Vivian stood up, she towered over the two women, her dominance over them palpable. Her voice was smooth as silk as she asked, “Do you remember the plan?” Lexi nodded with a smile of satisfaction, despite her face being covered in Dominic’s fluids.

Vivian pulled a blindfold from her bag and gently placed it over Lexi’s damp eyes. Owen, watched as Vivian tied the blindfold tightly around Lexi’s head, ensuring that she was completely helpless to her surroundings. It was a moment of utter submission for her, surrendering to the whims of her captors.

Lexi’s smile only grew wider as she realized the extent of her vulnerability. She felt like she had lost control over her own body and was now at the mercy of Vivian and Dominic. The thrill of this power dynamic was intoxicating, and she reveled in it.

Vivian leaned forward and whispered something into Lexi’s ear that made her giggle uncontrollably. Owen watched as Lexi’s body began to tremble with anticipation. He felt like he had stumbled upon a secret world where the rules were different, a world where pleasure and pain could coexist.

“Ah, dear stranger,” Vivian purred as she pulled him out of the closet, “it’s time to join the party.” Owen watched in horror as Vivian set him on top of Lexi, who lay there with a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Oh, yes,” Lexi whispered, opening her mouth. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” The Young Man was frozen, his hand still grasping his cock. Vivian took control, guiding him towards Lexi’s open mouth.

“Go ahead, dear stranger,” she urged, as if this were some sort of twisted game. “Cum in her face, just like you wanted to all along.”

The air was thick with tension and desire, as if they were all participating in a dark ritual that would leave them forever changed. The Young Man hesitated for a moment, his hand trembling with anticipation.

Then, without warning, he let out a primal cry and spilled his cum onto Lexi’s face. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth still open to receive the bounty. The sight was both repulsive and mesmerizing, like a train wreck that you couldn’t help but watch.

Vivian smiled, satisfied with the performance, as if she had orchestrated the entire scene. “Ah, yes,” she whispered into Owen’s ear, “now that’s what I call a party.”

As Owen came , Vivian’s voice whispered in his ear, “Collect every last drop from her mouth, love.” With a sense of drunken abandon, he leaned forward to do just that. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the cum dripping down her chin.

With an unsteady hand, he reached out and gathered each precious droplet onto his finger. Vivian smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Excellent work,” she said, taking the finger from his hand and leading it towards Lexi’s mouth. She closed her lips around the cum-stained digit and licked it clean, her tongue darting in and out of her mouth as if savoring each drop.

As Vivian’s words echoed through the room, Lexi’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her lips still wet from the previous encounter. She leaned forward, her breasts jutting out as she whispered, “Just perfect.”

Vivian nodded in approval, a sly smile spreading across her face. She turned to Owen, her voice dripping with malice. “Now, darling, it’s time for you to leave.” With a wink, she dismissed him, ensuring that his anonymity remained intact.

Owen stumbled out of the room, still reeling from the events he had witnessed. He couldn’t help but feel grateful that Vivian had kept his involvement a secret, knowing that he would be forever tainted by this depraved act, as if he had sold his very soul.

Chapter Seven

Vivian’ words dripped with salacious intent as she recounted the evening’ s events.

“So, Lexi wanted us to set up this little fantasy for her,” Vivian began, “and we were more than happy to oblige. We invited a few strangers over, friends of yours actually, and they promised not to breathe a word about what went on.”

Owen’s mouth dropped open in shock as he processed the information.

“Lexi, Dominic, and I have been having an affair for quite some time now,” Vivian said with a sly smile. “We’ve had our own little ménage à trois going on, and it was only natural that we would involve ourselves in her little fantasy.”

Owen felt a shiver run down his spine at the mere thought of it.

“And then you came along, Owen,” Vivian continued, her voice husky with desire. “Lexi was taken aback by your presence, but she asked us to bring you back for another round.”

“Vivian, what happened exactly?” Owen asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Well, you know how Lexi wanted these strangers to cum on her face? Well, when you came along, she felt something different about you. She wanted that particular stranger back again,” Vivian said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Owen’s face went bright red at this revelation.

Vivian just smiled slyly at him, knowing she had him right where she wanted.

Owen’s silence was deafening as Vivian continued her monologue.

“Things are simple,” she said, her voice dripping with conviction. “We will proceed with the project regardless of your involvement. Considering Lexi’ s desire for your presence, it would be unwise to let this opportunity slip away. You won’t get another chance like this, Owen.”

Vivian’s words hung in the air like a challenge, daring Owen to make a move and seize the opportunity. But Owen knew better than to underestimate Vivian or her desires.

He decided to take his chances with the situation.

“Alright,” Owen said reluctantly, “I agree to participate in this project.” He paused before speaking again.

“What are the details of the event?” he asked, trying to hide his growing unease.

Vivian laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“The rules will remain unchanged,” she said. “You’ll have no say in what happens. You’ll just have to follow my instructions and let things unfold naturally.”

Owen frowned, disapproving of Vivian’s nonchalant attitude towards his growing discomfort.

“What else is there?” Owen asked again, trying to press for more information about the event.

Vivian refused to give in.

“Nothing,” she said with a smile. “Just come and participate when you’re told to.”

“Alright,” Owen said reluctantly, “Let’s go with it.” He paused before speaking again.

“What is the plan?” Owen asked, trying to get more information out of Vivian.

“You’ll know when the time comes,” Vivian replied, her eyes glinting with amusement.

The next few days flew by like a blur. Since agreeing to participate in this strange project, Owen had been living with a sense of impending doom hanging over him. He tried to push the thoughts away and focus on his normal daily routine, but it was hard to ignore the looming threat of this event. And now, finally, that day had arrived. He slipped into the closet without a word, hoping to stay out of sight until things unfolded.

Owen had been waiting in the closet for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He peeked out through a small gap in the door to see Lexi and Dominic enter the room.

Dominic led the way, his eyes scanning the area with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. Lexi followed closely behind him, her eyes fixed on Owen’s hiding spot.

As soon as they were within range, Vivian whispered something in Lexi’s ear and she began to lean against the wardrobe, her hands resting on the door handle. “Hey Stranger, you okay in there?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye. But before he could make a move, Vivian intervened again. “Two knocks is a yes, one is a no,” she said with a sly smile. Owen, knocked twice!

Vivian chuckled and added, “Lexi seems to have built an intense desire to you, she’s been thinking about you a lot lately.”

Lexi smiled and leaned in closer, her voice taking on a sultry tone. “From Vivian’s description, and the way you tasted…I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days…”. Owen felt his heart racing as he listened to Lexi’s words.

“Make sure you put on a good show for your boy today,” Vivian told Lexi as they left the room, leaving Owen to ponder what he had just gotten himself into.

“Ah, perfect timing,” Vivian whispered as she arched her back against Dominic’s thrusts.

Two young men, friends of Owen’s, charged into the room with an unbridled enthusiasm that bordered on animalistic fervor. They were drawn to Lexi like moths to a flame, their bodies colliding with hers in a raw, primal dance.

Dominic’s movements grew more frenzied as he pounded into Vivian atop the closet door, the wood groaning under their weight. “Can you see well?” Vivian panted, her voice a breathless whisper as she gazed up at him with an almost feral intensity in her eyes.

Owen’s mind was a tangled web of desire and shame as he lay hidden in the closet, listening to the sounds of his friends’ and mother’s passionate lovemaking. His own arousal grew with each thrust and moan, but alongside it, a sense of moral outrage raged like a fire in his chest. He knew he should be ashamed of himself for watching this scene unfold, yet he couldn’t look away.

As the sounds of their passion intensified, Owen’s hand crept into his pants, his fingers closing around his growing erection with an unconscious desperation. His friends and mother were lost in their own desires now, oblivious to the fact that they had an audience of one.

And then there was the door, looming like a specter of uncertainty over them all. When it opened, would Owen be forced to join the group, or would he be left to his own devices? Would his friends and mother turn on him with anger if they discovered he’d been watching?

Owen’s heart beat faster in anticipation as he lay there, caught between the thrill of the forbidden and the fear of being discovered. He knew he should pull back, but a part of him was drawn to this strange and illicit world, one that promised excitement and passion beyond his wildest dreams.

As they fucked her with wild abandon, their bodies moving in perfect sync, Lexi’s screams of pleasure echoed through the room like a chorus of angels singing hymns to the gods of lust. Her body was a canvas of desire, painted with the colors of passion and need, as she begged for more, more, MORE.

And then, Vivian’s words whispered in her ear like a siren’s call, promising her a taste of the forbidden fruit, the ultimate indulgence in a world where pleasure knew no bounds. ‘If you put on a good show for your boy in the closet, I’ll close your eyes and let him join us, for a longer time this time.’ Lexi’s eyes locked onto Vivian’s like a magnet drawn to steel, her heart pounding with anticipation as she begged for the blindfold.

And so, it was that Vivian tied the black fabric around her eyes, a shroud of darkness that only served to heighten the sensations coursing through her veins. The world around her dissolved into nothingness, leaving only the primal urge to feel, to touch, to be touched.

As the closet door creaked open, Lexi felt her heart skip a beat as she awaited the arrival of Owen, her boy in the closet, the one who had been watching them with an unblinking gaze. She could sense his presence, his excitement building like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury upon her.

And then, he was there, standing before her like a vision from some twisted fantasy, his eyes locked onto hers as if drawn by an unseen force. His body seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the room, radiating a power that left Lexi breathless with anticipation. One of his friends boldly whispered, “why are you still standing there? She’s waiting for you.” Owen noded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he steped out of the closet and made his way towards Lexi. His friends watched with eager anticipation, their eyes fixed on the scene before them.

Owen stood tall, his confidence bolstered by the words of praise from Vivian and Lexi. Vivian stood before Owen, a sly smile spreading across her face as she spoke. “Your boy is here,” she whispered, her voice dripping with anticipation. He felt a surge of power as he watched Lexi’ s fingers trace a path down his back, finally settling on his firm, round ass. The touch sent shivers through him, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

“Is it tight?” Vivian asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Owen felt a momentary hesitation as he realized the true meaning behind the question. He knew that Lexi was referring to his ass, not his back. But he also knew that this was no ordinary situation, and he had no choice but to comply.

“Ah, yes,” Lexi breathed, her voice filled with admiration. “He’ s perfect.” Owen felt a wave of pride wash over him as he realized that she was talking about his body, not just his ass. He felt a sense of power and control as he watched her fingers trace a path down the rest of his body, finally settling on his firm, round chest.

“And what about his cock?” Vivian asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Is it hard?” Lexi nodded, her eyes never leaving Owen’ s face.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice filled with anticipation.

“Remember,” Vivian whispered, “only your touch and tongue on him, no oral pleasure.” Lexi’s fingers danced across Owen’s shaft in a sensual massage, the tip of her tongue tracing the ridges on his head.

She leaned back against the pillows, as if she were surrendering to the pleasure. The room was dimly lit, but the flickering shadows only seemed to amplify the heat of her passion. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and desire. As Lexi’s fingers continued their exploration. Owen wanted to put Lexi’s blindfold on fire with his gaze.

Vivian leaned forward, her voice taking on a sultry tone as she spoke, “Ah, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? You love to see your Lexi in action. And I’m sure you want to know if she’s okay with this little arrangement of ours.” Her smile was playful and mischievous, and the way her eyes crinkled at the corners made Owen shiver.

“Lexi’s sparkled with excitement as she replied, “Oh, yes! I live for this kind of thing.” She eagerly took Owen’s balls in her mouth, sucking them hard and enjoying the sensation. Vivian turned to the other guys and announced namelessly Owen, “This is Lexi’s new boy – paused to create a dramatic effect – friend.”

Vivian’ eyes locked onto Dominic as she whispered the words that would set this chaotic and twisted scene into motion: “Sync your Cumming.” Dominic didn’t need further encouragement. He plunged deeper into Vivian’s depths, his cock pounding against her inner walls.

Next to him, Owen was already half in a trance. His fingers were wrapped around Lexi’s hair, guiding her mouth down onto his hard-on. The blindfolded woman sucked and licked with an unnatural ferocity.

Meanwhile, the two guests – Owen’s friends – stood on either side of them, their cocks stiff and ready to erupt. “Guys, I want you both to cum in that glass,” Vivian said with a sly smile, her eyes locked onto Dominic’s as she issued the command. They exchanged a look of anticipation before simultaneously shooting their Cum into an empty wine glass perched on the edge of the table.

Lexi continued to suck Owen off as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The cum flowed from her mouth onto her chest, leaving behind a sticky trail that glistened in the dim light.

As Vivian’s climax approached, she purred with pleasure and whispered, “Now, get out from Lexi’s mouth.” Owen slowly pulled out of her. She purred with pleasure and whispered, “Owen, help me with this,” her voice husky with desire. “Now, give Lexi that glass of cum,” she commanded, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous intensity. He raised it to Lexi’s lips, his hand trembling as she commanded, “Drink up.”

With a groggy expression, Lexi opened her mouth, allowing the combined semen to flow down her throat. The blindfold may have been shielding her from sight, but Vivian’s eyes still betrayed her intense passion as they moistened with tears of ecstasy as she swallowed every last drop. She felt an overwhelming desire to consume every last drop of their pleasure, to embody the very essence of their ecstasy. And so, with a slow deliberation that was almost meditative, she parted her lips, allowing the remaining semen to flow down her throat like a dark, viscous river, nourishing her own deepest desires and unlocking the secrets of the flesh.

“Owen, I want you to kiss her like this,” Vivian instructed with an air of authority, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “No tongue, just lip to lip. And make it last for exactly seven seconds.” Owen’s eyes locked onto Lexi’s, and without a word, he leaned forward, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss.

As their lips touched, the remaining cum on Lexi’s mouth glistened like dew, and her own cum-filled lips met Owen’s with an unnatural passion. The salty taste of semen mingled with their own, filling their mouths with a bitter sweetness that was both repulsive and exhilarating. The air around them seemed to thicken with the stench of cum, like a fog that clung to their skin.

Despite this, their lips remained pressed together, their breaths mingling in a slow dance, as if they were savoring every moment of this forbidden pleasure. And when finally, after seven long seconds, they parted ways, Lexi’s smile seemed to hold a hint of satisfaction, as if she had consumed not only the semen but also the very essence of Owen’s soul.

Vivian’s eyes watched Owen as he quietly made his way out of the room, his friends staying behind to continue their revelry. “Leave,” she whispered to him, her voice dripping with a subtle menace that he couldn’t ignore. And so, without a word, he slipped away into the darkness, leaving Vivian alone with his blindfolded mother and his two friends, who were still lost in their own private world of desire.

Chapter Eight

Owen felt his mind racing as he walked away from the scene unfolding behind him. He couldn’t believe he was actually participating in something so depraved and twisted, yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. The thought of Vivian’s words echoed in his mind: “No one will ever know.” And yet, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had crossed a line from which there was no return.

As he disappeared into the darkness, Owen found himself wondering if there wasn’t more to this game than what he had initially assumed. Vivian seemed to have a plan for everything, and it occurred to him that she might be leading him down a path from which he couldn’t escape. But what about the consequences? What would happen when word of this got out? Would people think he was perverted, or worse still, a monster?

Despite his reservations, Owen couldn’t help but feel drawn back to Vivian and her twisted world. She had a power over him that he couldn’t explain, and it seemed like she could manipulate him at will. He knew deep down that this wasn’t healthy, but yet, he found himself wanting more of what she offered.

“Despite that, no one would ever believe something like that”, he thought to himself. And yet, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had crossed a line. But then again, what about Lexi? She was there too, wasn’t she? In this sexual maze, they were both guilty of participating in something so twisted. He knew that Lexi didn’t know specifically who he was, but she must have known that she was with a stranger when all this went down. He wondered if she ever thought about it, or if it just never crossed her mind.

Owen sat alone in his room, staring at the ceiling with an introspective gaze. His mind wandered back to these intriguing nights . The memories still lingered, and with them, a sense of unease.

He couldn’t help but think about the words that had echoed in his head, “Who would He or She be, to judge him, for joining in, even in the extreme event of the veil falling?” These words haunted him, yet they also fascinated him. They were both a condemnation and an absolution all at once.

As he pondered, the idea took hold that perhaps he was just a pawn in Vivian’s twisted game. A mere vessel for her desires, or rather, her explorations of human nature. The thought sent shivers down his spine, but it also stirred something within him. He realized that he had been living on the fringes of society, never truly understanding his place in this world.

As he delved deeper into the darkness of Vivian’s games, another realization dawned on him: there were two kinds of morality, personal and collective. And when something didn’t concern others, it fell under the category of personal moral code.

He had seen how Elliott and Lexi lived their lives. They had no qualms about engaging in sexual acts with multiple partners, even when they knew it was against societal norms. So if they could do it, why couldn’t he? And who were they to judge him for doing the same thing?

He had never thought about it in these terms before: Vivian, was a Mephistopheles, a demonic force that activated the sin of lust in all of them.

And then there was the realization that Vivian herself was not a sinner per se; she was simply an enabler, encouraging and facilitating the sinful acts of others. This was what made her so cunning. She never appeared to engage in something, that wasnt approved by other. Actually, she did…with him.

Owen felt his own guilt grow as he thought about this. He too had been manipulated by Vivian, using their own desires against them. But now he also realized that he had become a part of this twisted game, deceiving Elliot and Lexi (who never knew about his presence – role in this scheme ) just like Vivian deceived him. Or did she.

He was not only a sinner of lust but also a deceiver, just like Vivian. The thought left Owen in a hard spot, unsure of how to navigate this moral dilemma.

Owen pondered the question, his thoughts twisted by the very act of considering such a notion. Revenge on Vivian? Yes, it was a tantalizing prospect. But what did she truly make him do? As he considered this, Owen felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if he were becoming two people at once – his old self, and the new person that Vivian had awakened within him.

“Ah,” he thought to himself, “why not make her a gift instead?”

With those words, Owen’s eyes seemed to darken, his face contorting into a sly grin. He was no longer just a man; he was something else entirely. Something that even he could hardly understand or control.

And so, as if summoned by the very darkness within him, it felt like that a demon appeared, wrapping his cold arms around Owen’s waist. The smile on his face grew wider still, a sinister light burning in his eyes.

He whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own beating heart. “…why not make her a gift instead?”

Chapter Nine

Owen sat in the dimly lit room of his father’s house, his eyes fixed on Vivian with an unnerving intensity. “I’ve always been vulnerable,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Vivian looked at him, her expression unreadable. She had heard these words before, but there was something different about the way Owen spoke them now. It was as if he were speaking from a place deep within himself, a place where the truth lay hidden.

“I’ve always felt like I’m not good enough,” Owen continued, his eyes never leaving Vivian’s. “Like I’ll never be able to truly connect with anyone. But then I met you… And for the first time in my life, I felt seen. I felt heard.”

Vivian’s expression changed slightly at this, her eyes softening with compassion. She reached out and touched Owen’s hand, her fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline.

“And now?” Owen asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “”After all of this intense scenery, no girl would ever be good enough,” he said with a hint of venom in his tone. “No one would ever understand me… no one but you perhaps.””

Vivian looked at him for a moment, her eyes locked onto his. Her thoughts swirled with the intoxicating mixture of power and desire. She had always been drawn to the thrill of being desired, but never had anyone ever spoken such words to her. And yet, here he was, Owen, speaking them with a quiet intensity.

Then, she spoke in a soft voice, as if the words were being pulled out of her by some unseen force.

“Of course, Owen,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Owen smiled at her, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

Their lips met in a gentle caress, like a whispered secret between two lovers. The air was charged with tension as Owen’s gaze locked onto Vivian’s, his eyes burning with an unspoken desire.

And then, they parted.

It was a fleeting moment of pure intimacy, one that spoke volumes about the unspoken understanding between them. A request, well answered.

As they lay together on the couch, their lips locked in a passionate embrace again, Owen’s hands began to wander, exploring Vivian’s curves as he deepened the kiss. With a sudden burst of energy, he pulled her from the couch, his fingers intertwined with hers, and dragged her across the room.

Vivian felt a thrill run through her at his rough handling, her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She knew that she had awakened something in Owen, something primal and erotic, and it filled her with excitement.

Vivian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she thought about how Owen’s sudden boldness could be used to further fuel her own desires. She had always been drawn to the thrill of deception, and now that Owen was willing to take risks, Vivian saw an opportunity to explore new frontiers in their twisted game.

As she lay on the couch, her thoughts turned to Dominic, who was unaware of what was happening beneath his nose. The thought of cheating on him with Owen, set her heart racing like a runaway train. She loved the power that came with being the center of attention for three men who were desperate for her affections.

Vivian imagined herself as the puppeteer, pulling strings from behind the scenes to orchestrate their desires. She would manipulate all three of them, using Owen’s newfound passion and Dominic’s own blind trust in her to get what she wanted.

As she thought about this, Vivian felt a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She knew that her ability to deceive was something special, something that set her apart from others. And now, with Owen by her side as an active lover for her, she saw the possibilities for exploitation as limitless.

With a sly smile spreading across her face, Vivian leaned in closer to Owen, ready to unleash her latest scheme upon him. “I have an idea,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. “Let’s take things further, shall we?”

As she lay on the bed, Vivian felt herself being undressed by Owen’s skilled hands. He kissed her breasts, making her nipples harden with anticipation. His tongue licked her skin, leaving behind a trail of saliva that only added to her arousal.

She could feel his fingers probing her pussy, getting her ready for the act ahead. And then, he pulled out a condom and began to put it on. Vivian watched as he expertly rolled it over his dick, her eyes never leaving his.

But when he asked her to hold the condom for just a moment, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. She took the condom from him and held it tightly in her hand, her heart racing with anticipation.

In one swift move, Owen shoved his dick into Vivian’s bare pussy. He looked at her eyes, smiled, and said thanks for holding it. Then, he handed her the condom and told her she could keep it if she wanted to.

Vivian was shocked by this sudden turn of events but couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her body as Owen started fucking her like crazy.

As Owen’s dick thrust inside her, Vivian couldn’t help but feel like she was being pushed to new heights of ecstasy. The precum that dripped from his tip only added to the sensation, making her feel rejuvenated with each passing moment.

He told her , he got gasped when he heard Dominic wanting to get her pregnant, and how it had made him a little jealous. Owen’s eyes narrowed as he thought about this, his gaze fixed intently on Vivian’s belly.

“You know,” he whispered, his voice dripping with jealousy, “my sperm count is far better than Dominic’s.”

Vivian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she listened to this. She had always known that Owen was a little possessive when it came to her, but now she saw how that could be used to their advantage.

“Really?” Vivian asked, her voice low and husky. “Then maybe we should try for a little girl.”

Owen’s eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what Vivian was suggesting.

Vivian leaned back against the headboard of her bed, her eyes locked intensely on Owen’s as she spoke in a hushed tone.

“I want you to breed me,” she whispered, her breathless words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Owen’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a primal intensity. “I’ll make sure you’re filled with life,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly. “And youth.”

Vivian laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Owen’s spine. She leaned forward, her breasts spilling out of her dress as she took him in. Her eyes locked onto his, challenging him to take what was on offer.

“Oh, I want more than just life,” she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want it to be constant. I want to feel your cock inside me every day until you win Dominic.”

Owen smiled, a sly and cunning smile that sent chills down Vivian’s spine.

“I will,” he promised. “I’ll make sure to be in you at least once a day. Maybe twice.”

Vivian gasped as Owen slid deeper into her.

“Ah, yes,” she hissed, her voice lost in the heat of the moment. “Fill me up. Pump that fucking Belly up. “

“Ah, yes, yes, yes,” Vivian whispered, her body writhing with pleasure as Owen pumped into her.

“You’re going to make me eat healthy while I’m fucking you all day?” she asked, a sly smile spreading across her face.

“I’ll take care of the groceries for you,” Owen promised, his voice low and gravelly. “I want you to have all the nutrients you need to give birth to my child.”

Vivian laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Owen’s spine.

“You’re going to make me pregnant?” she asked, her eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” Owen said, his voice dripping with confidence. “You know I’m going to beat in the end.”

His eyes gleaming with excitement. “Forget about that flat belly of yours. When we see that positive pregnancy test, I want you to post ‘Flat Belly No More’ on all your social media accounts so everyone can see how you’ve transformed into a beautiful pregnant woman. She would be our little bitch. Our little secret.”

Vivian’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the flood of liquids rush through her body.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Owen whispered, his voice husky with excitement. “It’ s coming.”

“I can feel it happening,” Vivian panted, her voice low and husky.

“Ah, yes,” Owen hissed, his cock throbbing inside her as she writhed against him.

“Shit yeah, I can feel it too,” he added, his voice dripping with excitement.

Vivian’s eyes snapped back into place, her face contorted in pleasure and pain as the liquid burst forth from her body.

Owen leaned over Vivian’s body, his eyes fixed intently on her face as he whispered his request.

“I want you to take a picture of your pussy after I cum inside you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I know it will be messy, but that’ s the point.”

Vivian shuddered at the thought, but she was too far gone to care. She nodded, her body trembling with pleasure as Owen continued to pump into her.

“Good,” Owen said, his voice dripping with excitement. “And send it to Elliot.”

“I know he’ll be fooled into thinking it’s Dominic,” Owen added, a sly smile spreading across his face. “But really it will be me.”

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The Closet’s Veil│Novel (Eng)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

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The Closet’s Veil│Novel (Eng)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

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