A Touch of Cruelty

By Jordan Riley

Victoria wants to experience something new and dangerous. She's seduced by a couple, who guide her through an intensely erotic BDSM experience outside of her marriage.

For three days and nights, she experiences new highs that she never could with her husband. She still loves him, but will she be the same after?

A cheating wife short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Riley
• Release date: Oct 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005171544

Jordan Riley

I write erotica, especially in the hotwife, cuckold, and cheating genres. The focus is on wives having sex with men who aren't their husbands, and usually without their approval either!

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Jordan Riley

A Touch of Cruelty

Copyright © 2022 by Jordan Riley

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Contents

The First Night Begins

The First Night Ends

The Second Day Begins

The Second Night Ends

The Final Day Begins

The Final Day Ends

The First Night Begins

Victoria watched as he finished tying her wrist up and then stepped away, giving her a full view of what she was likely in for over the next few hours. Or perhaps longer.

She swallowed as she looked at the collection of…things displayed on the trays before her. Some of them seemed more obvious than others. A few battery-powered. Others alarmingly large, thick, and/or long if one considered where they might end up. Some that seemed to be for eliciting cries of pain from her pale flesh. Even more that she had no idea what they would be for or where they would be clamped, strapped, or otherwise applied.

Her breathing increased along with her heart rate, the response from her: fear. And yet she felt all of it trickle down to between her legs, a growing ache that was fed by more than the blood rushing there.

She was tied to some sort of structure shaped as an ‘X’, exposed in only her black bra and panties, natural red hair trailing down to her small, pert breasts.

A few cameras surrounded them, a recording for her memories as much as their, the angles on display on a large screen that she could see on the wall behind him.

Her ass was still sore from the spanking over the man’s…Mister X’s lap when he administered his punishments for speaking when she wasn’t supposed to.

His hands traced their way past several of the devices before finally settling on what looked like a riding crop. Her eyes widened as he quickly smacked it on a nearby surface, the loud crack causing her to tremble with fear that her body translated into arousal.

It was going to be a long night but…this is what she wanted.

Wasn’t it?

Charles?

Yes dear?

I love you. You know that, right?

I’m only gone a week, love. And yes, I do know that.

He reached in for a soft kiss, breaking away and beaming at her with that warmth she loved.

She looked up at her adoring husband as their embrace ended, his salt-pepper hair and beard, his soft eyes and gentle hands matching the kindness within.

He’d aged well, took care of himself.

He was kind, an attentive husband and lover, energetic enough even with his fifteen years above her.

But that didn’t stop her sometimes strange desires that cropped up on occasion. A hint of danger, dominance. A loss of control.