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The Cuckold's Princess, Part 1: Genesis of an Obsession.

 
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The first time I saw the footage, I thought it meant the end for Lori and me, never for one moment imagined it a new beginning for us.Two men and Lori ?well, not quite men: Tom and Vince were little more than boys back then, students in their final year at uni, my supposed friends. What affected me the most seeing her between them was the radiance in her eyes, how she encouraged them with glances, her expressions shifting from coy to sultry. I saw how she relished their hands on her naked body, how aroused she became from their tongues tasting the softest of her flesh; neck, breasts, belly, inner thighs, and buttock cheeks.They were like caged hunting dogs suddenly set loose ? she, their cornered quarry. There was a look in her eyes I had never seen before. Her entire demeanour lit like neon with need. They arranged her, heaved and lifted her, mauling her to suit their whims. I saw how their attention, their groping fingers and trawling mouths enflamed her so that she burned in the intensity of absolute arousal. I did not hear the words she spoke that first drew the pair to her but I saw clearly the desperate need they aroused in her.As I watched, at the back of my mind I tried to date the footage. I went back to my time at uni with the three of them and decided this must have happened not long after she had turned nineteen. It might even have been the night of her birthday celebration itself. After all, she had gone off with the pair at the end of the night. I thought they were seeing her across the campus, showing chivalry. I remember how she'd had visited the hairdresser's that very morning to have her hair restyled. The pageboy bob and caramel colouring was a radical change from her previous cascading darkness. It had been a transformation ? done not entirely for the party. There were other issues in Lori's life just then.It was the year Prince James met Lady Araminta, the daughter of the Duke of Umbershire, a girl whose similarity to Lori was uncanny.The press was full of the royal sweethearts that autumn, images almanbahis and footage of Araminta inescapable: Araminta leaving the gym; Araminta parking up at Waitrose; Araminta attending a premiere. The camera loved her. No act, no matter how mundane, could sully her. Her smile captured by the camera was a smile for the nation. Social media went gaga. And that is when everyone began to notice Lori.In those early weeks of the royal courtship, Lori revelled in the attention her looks now brought her. People would point her out as she walked to lectures, call out to her in the streets in town, "Good morning, your highness. How's Prince James?" But soon the joke had worn thin and she began to dread encountering strangers. The final straw was when she was asked to pose with a coach party of Japanese tourists, all forty of them, one and then another. It was then she realised this could not continue and that only way to regain her old anonymity was for her sumptuous, dark locks to be shorn. I thought her new look quite charming.I was just a mate back then, not yet her boyfriend, merely part of the same clique. But it seems I wasn't as in with the in-crowd as I had imagined. I had no idea her sordid little threesome had even taken place. Five years later, and three into our marriage, I still had no inkling of that episode from her past ? until it was served up on a memory stick one dark January morning courtesy of Tom Johnston and the Royal Mail.When I first saw the package, I immediately recognised his handwriting. It was a shock to see it again as I had not heard from him in over three years. I turned it in my hand and wondered if it was a peace offering and that maybe he wanted to patch things up. You see, he had taken umbrage when Lori and I became engaged. I thought the reason he had taken it so badly was that he was in love with her, not because I had stolen his fuckbuddy.Inside the jiffy bag I found his note wrapped around a memory stick:A moment from the past to set the record straight, it said. Best watched alone. almanbahis yeni giriş Enjoy. TomI immediately took the memory stick through to the office and slipped into the USB slot of my desktop.It was Tom's room at uni. An empty single bed set against the wall on which hung an enormous poster of two glamorous lesbians hamming it up for the camera.Lori comes into view. Not my wife Lori, the trainee clinical psychologist ? no, not that savvy, sophisticated woman. This was the Lori of seven years ago, the still teenage Lori. She walks past the camera, her torso blotting out the room for a second before she sits down on the edge of the bed. She faces the camera full-on. Her youth and beauty stun me.Vince passes her a bottle of Bud. She smiles up at him as she takes it and lifts it to her lips, sipping from the neck as he sits down beside her on her left. Just then each is blotted out for a second as someone else passes in front of the camera.Tom sits down on her right and begins saying stuff to Lori that I cannot hear because there is no sound. It also takes me a moment to understand the camera is unmanned, fixed, unvarying in the view it presents. I wonder if she knows they are filming her. I decide she looks too at ease for that. She does not glance in its direction, ever.She turns away from Tom to smile at Vince, her lips moving but producing no sound. There is silence where no silence should be. Tom says something to her, and she looks shocked. And yet there is smugness too, pleasure in his words, anticipation in her eyes. I can't even begin to imagine what it is he has said to her. And then his mouth is full of long lost laughter.She looks from one boy to the other, and It's obvious she can't decide. I can see it in her eyes, how she has become like a child who wants it all. She says something to Vince and he says something back. She nods and then lifts her bottle to her lips, tilting it right back to drain it. When it is empty, she leans forward to place it on the floor, resurfaces emptyhanded. Again almanbahis giriş she looks from one boy to the other, back and forth, smiling for each. And then she takes a deep breath and pulls her top up over her head.She shakes her head and tosses her top aside to reveal summer-tanned breasts housed and shaped by the cups of a pure white bra. The garment emphasises their sumptuous curves, the dark split of cleavage,Vince reaches behind her and tackles the bra while Tom unbuttons the top button of her jeans and slides down the zipper. She looks at the ceiling as they fumble with her garments, seems almost impatient with their clumsiness. My eyes are drawn to her legs housed in clinging pale denim, knees designer distressed. I become fascinated by the rough of her bare kneecaps peeping through heavy cotton strands that stretch like twine.Her bra falls from her. I see her nipples engorged though still untouched. She raises her hips to allow Tom to slip her jeans down over her thighs. It is like she is shedding skin, the soft fruit of her upper-thighs coming into view as the denim descends, passing over her knees, her calves. Her pumps hinder their complete removal, and so with one foot, she eases the other shoe free from the heel, repeat. And then Tom is kneeling at her feet pulling determinedly at the stubborn fabric. When the tight bottoms come loose, the seamed cuffs catch her low-cut socks, taking them away in their wake.Tom kisses her inner thigh while reaching high for the elasticated waist of her panties, drawing them down. When he has them free, he nests them in his palm, examines the still warm satin. He appears unsure what he has found, continues to stare as if they are a body part she has inexplicably shed. I think he is about to sniff them but doesn't. Instead, he drops them at her feet. Then his face is between her legs kissing, nipping, and tonguing her soft skin, his trajectory upwards.He is like a truffling hog who has the scent of his fungal-favourite. Soon he is nuzzling deeply into her crotch. Her hands cup his skull as he pleases her with his tongue, her finger entwining in the mop of his hair. I want to see into her eyes, try to understand what she is feeling, but Vince is kissing her and I only see the back of his head.
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