I waited until you were in the bathroom before I made my mov..

I waited until you were in the bathroom before I made my move. She was sitting at the bar, looking gorgeous. How did you manage to secure such a beautiful wife, cuck? She's too hot for you, and seeing those curves through her figure hugging dress made my panties a little wet, I'm not even going to lie. Because I could see what a prime candidate she was to be my partner in crime. My slutwife protege. I could already picture her with a huge cock stretching her pussy out. But I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to introduce myself first.

I approached cautiously, sliding into the bar stool beside her and ordering a drink. She was tapping on her phone, unaware that I was about to steal her away into a world of endless pleasure and excitement. And I know you well enough to know you were probably trying to steal a look at the cock of the guy at the next urinal, your own tiny cock in your hand, excited that a man might see and make a humiliating comment. Tell you to get on your knees and suck his huge dick for being such a beta male. One of your fantasies.

Finally, I caught your wife's glance as she looked up from her phone to see whether you were back yet. I smiled and she smiled back politely, saying, “My husband has been in the bathroom for quite a while now.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Men. Probably taking a shit half way through your date.”

She giggled and blushed. So pretty and cute. How the fuck did you get her to marry you again? But obviously also a bit shy and maybe even a little prudish. Maybe she would be more difficult to seduce than I assumed. I reached out my hand and introduced myself. “Ella,” I said. “Your date is in the bathroom and my date is apparently going to stand me up.” Of course that was a lie. No one stands me up.

She nodded and introduced herself. “I'm Maria. And I'm sorry you got stood up. You should join us.”

“Oh I couldn't do that,” I said. “I don't want to be a third wheel.”

She smiled. “We've been married for years. This isn't as much a romantic date as a night away from the kids. Trust me, you're more than welcome.”

Wow, so she's sweet too. Why did she settle for you?

“Well, if you insist,” I smiled. And then I joked, “Wait, you're not going to try and recruit me for a threesome are you?”

She burst into laughter and placed her hand on my arm. “No. You definitely don't have to worry about that. We're a very normal, boring couple.”

Interesting word she used there, cuck. Boring. I think wifey is getting a little bored with you. Understandably, of course. She probably hasn't had an orgasm during sex since you got married.

I placed my hand on hers and played along. “Oh, good. Can you believe some people do stuff like that? Partner swapping and threesomes and swinging? I could never.” I was making her feel safe. I was no threat to her.

At that point, you returned from the bathroom and I thoroughly enjoyed watching your face drop as you saw me there, talking to your wife. You rushed over to the bar abruptly, probably already conjuring excuses about how I'm crazy and a liar. About how you don't pay me to laugh at your cock. But when you saw her laughing, you knew I hadn't told her anything. You couldn't relax though. Why was I here? What game was I playing?

Your wife noticed you return and said, “Oh. This is Ella. I said she could join us for drinks. Her date never showed up.”

You nodded and looked at me shiftily before extending a hand and “introducing” yourself. “Do you need help ordering a taxi or anything?”

Your wife scolded you. “Hey. Don't be so rude. I said she could join us for drinks. Is that a problem?”

“No, no problem,” you mumbled, before mustering a smile. “I was only thinking if I'd been stood up I'd want to get home and... Yeah, it was rude. Sorry Miss-” You caught yourself mid word. “Sorry, Ella.”

“Good boy”, I mouthed as your wife turned back to pick up her drink so we could find a table. I knew that would affect you, if you had anything resembling a cock I'm sure I'd see a bulge in your pants.

And so we went to the table and I got to work on slowly but meticulously mind-fucking your wife. You could see it happening, you could see me working my psychological powers over her, seducing her with stories about my wild dates as a single woman. Planting that little seed in her tipsy mind that she was lacking something. Making sure that when she woke up in the morning, memories of the night before still fuzzy, there would be a little voice in her head that would say “I could have a more exciting life than this. I could be wanted and desired. I could have pleasure unlike anything I can remember before we married.”

And the whole time, I bet your little dick was throbbing in your pants, knowing that – if I was successful – I would have your wife in doggy position with my boyfriend's cock in her pussy by the end of the month. And my pussy was throbbing at the thought too. “I'm going to have a lot of fun corrupting her,” I whispered to you as she went to get more drinks.

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