I sit my wife Ellen in a straight back chair, off in the corner of her bedroom. I don’t take the time to undress her because I won’t be taking my pleasure with her body tonight. Her clothes can remind her that I just don’t need her, that fucking someone else is more exciting anyway.

I do bind her down, tie her into the chair for I would hate for her to miss a moment of the action. I want her to fully experience watching and listening to me as I fuck Angela, the hooker I have engaged for the evening.

I strip the blankets off Ellen’s bed, undress myself, and wait for my treat to come out from the bathroom where she is beautifying herself for me.

When Angela does come out she is stunning. Towering black heels, lacy stockings held in place with a garter belt, sheer black lace teddy. All of this topping a taught and tanned form. Perfect. Ellen is a beautiful woman in her own right but like me she is getting older and her looks just aren’t what they used to be. I know she worries about that so I am quite thrilled that Angela looks so youthful, so vibrant. It will add to Ellen’s discomfort, make her feel even less attractive as she sits there bound and humiliated.

I motion for Angela and she crawls on to the bed for me. Slowly, ever so slowly we begin. Repeatedly I position her so that Ellen is assured a perfect view of her body, of our passion. I use her mouth, her cunt, even her ass as Ellen watches. I pleasure her as well, wanting Ellen to hear her cries of pleasure, to watch me lick her in ways I would never consent to doing to my wife. Envy, jealousy, humiliation, fear, I want Ellen to feel all of these things; I do everything I can with Angela to ensure that she does.

When I’m finally satisfied I cradle Angela in my arms. We talk of Ellen, of her shortcomings, of her punishments, of the rules she must follow, of her service to me. Angela doesn’t need to hear all of these things, but Ellen does. I think it is important to embarrass her in this way, to lay her life of suffering bare for another woman as she helplessly listens.

Our allotted time up we climb out of Ellen’s bed. I hand her purse to her and untie her hands. Angela as previously instructed goes to Ellen for her fee, is paid out of Ellen’s salary.

I show Angela to the door and as I walk back to Ellen’s room I stop in my closet to get my wide leather belt. A leather belt because Ellen’s nightly torment has only just begun.