Diane’s body was laid bare, naked except for her loose gray knickers, her shapely breasts and hips begging to be held and caressed. Terrance was sitting in the corner of the room in his comfortable chair and looking on as Stephen stood mere inches away from the wife he had lost through his own stupidity. The former Prime Minister gulped and took a deep breath wearing the clothes that had been lent to him by the very same man that he had blackmailed him, stolen his girl and ruined his life. He had pictured this so many times, but now that the moment he had dreamed of had finally arrived he was unsure of what to do.

It was such a bizarre situation to be in, being offered sex with the woman he still loved in exchange for his signature on the papers that would legally end their marriage. In truth however, their relationship had ended on the night Stephen had gotten drunk and slept with Louise. There had been an unseen ticking clock counting down ever since that moment, the proverbial bombshell dropping immediately after Terrance had finished his nefarious plan of leveraging his knowledge of the affair for a night with Diane. The public outrage, political turmoil and crumbling of Stephen's personal life was now far behind them and it had all led to this moment.

“I want to touch you,” Stephen whispered breathlessly, moving forwards a little so that he was only a couple of inches away from Diane, hand outstretching, waiting for her permission to be touched.

“Go ahead,” Diane replied calmly, seemingly unphased by what was happening, putting up a wall to protect herself, much like she had learned to do while standing by Stephen's side through the ups and downs of political life.

He reached out his hand, fingers extending forwards until they finally met the soft flesh of Diane's hips. The feeling was almost orgasmic, feeling her warmth, her softness on his skin making him tingle with sheer excitement. He was in no rush and he slowly explored her broad hips and soft waist, reacquainting himself with the only woman he had ever loved. As he looked up at her, she seemed unmoved and cold, so Stephen decided to step things up a little, gliding his hands up her stomach to her torso and eventually to her breasts. He spent a minute just rubbing around them, occasionally brushing against her soft orbs until finally he couldn't take the rising tension any more, taking her into his hands and squeezing softly as a satisfied moan spilled from his lips.

“You always loved my tits didn't you Stephen?” Diane asked in a low, measured voice, reminded of all the fun times they had shared together in the past. The first time Stephen had felt her chest had been in the back of her old Jaguar when they were at University. After a night of food and dancing, they had sat in the car to get out of the rain and things had quickly gotten heated. Stephen had been so respectful as they made out and Diane had to be the one to move things forwards, taking his hand and sliding it under her shirt and to her chest. She could still remember the excitement on his face and the feeling of his throbbing cock digging into her. It had been so flattering to see how much she had turned him on and that night was one she would never forget.

Reminiscing like this caused Diane to smile, which Stephen mistook for a sign of enjoyment as he continued to caress her breasts, finding her nipples and gently rubbing them, trying to get her hard, hoping her body would give away her arousal despite her attempts to deny it. He was virtually salivating by this point, but yet the creature in his trousers was still slumbering. Nothing to be too worried about, that could very quickly change given the right stimulus and as he continued to enjoy fondling Diane's chest, Terrance spoke from the corner of the room.

“You should take your underwear off darling, remind him of what he's going to be losing,” he teased wickedly. Stephen shot him a dirty look, before turning his gaze to the floor, frowning sadly, hands falling from her chest as Diane bit her lip, seemingly aroused by the dominance her partner was exerting over her ex. She tilted up Stephen's face by using her finger to raise his chin, staring at him intensely.

“Watch…” she whispered as she hooked her hands into the sides of her panties, pulling them down and shimmying them along her legs and onto the ground, before stepping out of them. Sitting back on the bed, she spread her legs wide, allowing Stephen to drink in her sex in exquisite detail. She had a small patch of nearly shaved pubic hair above her mons, lips spreading open as she lay on the bed, her clit resting between them like the pearl resting inside of an oyster. Without thinking, Stephen dropped to his knees and crawled across the floor towards her. She lifted her legs and pointed her toes towards his face before commanding, “kiss them.”

“I… I thought it was up to me,” Stephen stammered in response, desperate to taste her sweet pussy for the first time in months. He could still remember her flavor and he ached to have her writhing under his tongue again.

“It is,” Diane replied matter of factly, “but I have a feeling you're going to do exactly what I say, aren't you Stephen?”

Diane's words caused a wave of arousal to wash over him, causing his limp cock to twitch in his trousers. He didn't even bother replying, instead gently taking her foot in his hand at the heel, moving his face downwards and planting a soft kiss on her sole. Diane laughed with satisfaction, Terrance had been right, Stephen really had been broken by their previous experience, an unwilling cuck who had now been turned into a weak willed submissive. She was still uncertain, but she might as well have some fun with the position she found herself in. “That's a good boy,” she encouraged, “keep going.” She laid her head back onto the silk sheets, looking over at Terrance as she groped her breasts for his enjoyment, watching his cock growing in his pants.

Stephen slowly kissed every inch of her feet, worshiping her completely, every toe being pampered by his lips as he gradually made his way towards her ankles. He yearned to move things along, but a new part of his brain had kicked in, the part that told him to obey without question. He hoped that by behaving, by being good, he would ultimately get more pleasure in the end. As he glanced up from his task, he saw that Diane's fingers had slid between her folds, gently probing her most intimate place as her slit started to glisten with arousal. He had expected to see her face smiling down at him, but instead her head was to the side, eyes not moving from Terrance's. A pang of anger stabbed through Stephen's heart, he was still losing and he needed to do something to win her attention back.

Hands at her knees, he quickly pulled Diane further towards the edge of the bed as he planted a kiss on her thighs, smiling as he saw that she was now focused on him. As he continued to trail smooches higher and higher up her legs, he finally reached the outskirts of her sex. He wanted to lick her so badly, but instead of just doing what he wanted, he once again succumbed, looking up at her and waiting for her approval before proceeding.

“Do you want to eat my cunt Stephen?” she asked teasingly, thinly veiled mirth in her voice as she enjoyed watching his eyes pleading with her.

“Please…,” he whispered softly as he waited for permission.

“Make sure you do a good job,” she instructed, reaching down and grabbing his hair, pulling his face roughly into her most intimate place. Stephen immediately started lapping against her with great fervor as he struggled to breathe, nose pressing against her mound, mouth smothered by her sex. He listened desperately for some sign of approval, a whine, a whimper, even a labored breath, but he heard nothing as he licked and sucked like a man trapped in the desert, desperate for even the slightest drop of liquid. She still tasted the same, but he couldn't enjoy it until her resistance finally broke and she let slip a sign of her pleasure. He could feel his face going red, sweating as he struggled for breath. Diane's hands were now wrapped around the back of his head, only letting him move enough to pleasure her but holding him firmly in place.

Terrance spoke from across the room as he watched his partner being fellated by another man. “Any good darling?” he asked calmly.

“I’ve had better,” Diane answered honestly, finally releasing her grip on Stephen and pushing him away from her slit, cheeks wet with juices, tongue hanging out, hungry for more. “I think we need to change things up.”

“Go ahead,” Terrance replied, repositioning himself in his chair, a large bulge in his trousers now obvious as his cock strained against the fabric.

Diane pulled herself up from the bed, leaning on her arms as Stephen waited for his instruction. “Lay down,” she said as she climbed onto her knees and waited for him to get into position. Once he did, she straddled him, her feet beneath his armpits, ass facing towards him. Grabbing a cheek with each hand, she spread her ass open, exposing her cute little hole which was winking softly at both Terrance and Stephen. “Since you don't know what to do with a pussy, you can eat my ass instead.”

“Wh… what?” Stephen asked, flabbergasted. Diane had never been into anal before, although neither had he to be fair. This must be something she'd learned from Terrance. Glancing over at him where he sat in his chair, he only smiled arrogantly, giving Stephen a sarcastic little wave of faux encouragement.

“Did I not make myself clear?” Diane asked in an angry tone as she grabbed his limp cock and balls through his pants, squeezing hard.

Stephen winced in pain, eyes clamping together as he whined at the harsh treatment of his flaccid genitalia. “N… no, I understand,” Stephen stammered in response, sighing with relief once Diane released her death grip on his junk.

“Get on with it then,” she said, slowly rubbing herself, focusing on her clit as she shuddered with the pleasure that her ex had so far been unable to deliver. Lifting his head from the sheets, Stephen flicked out his tongue and tentatively licked her cute little hole, getting used to the feeling of humiliation rising in his stomach. He felt Diane shiver as the tip of his tongue probed inside her and the first positive feedback he'd received from her spurred him onwards. Burying his face between her soft, curvy cheeks, he alternated between licking her rim and slipping his tongue inside her as she continued to masturbate. The first moan finally escaped her lips and encouraged by this he pushed himself as far inside her as he could, pressing deeper by the second and using his spit as lubrication.

“Is he a good little arse eater honey?” Terrance asked from the other side of the room. He was enjoying the show so much that he had pulled his prick out of his trousers, languidly stroking his shaft as he reveled in the moment.

“He's not bad,” Diane replied matter of factly between soft moans as she worked her pussy faster and harder with her slender digits. “He clearly likes the taste, his tongue is so deep inside me,” she mewled between moans of pleasure.

“I bet he could be deeper though, couldn't he?” Terrance asked leadingly as he smiled over at his partner. She bit her lip with arousal as she watched him stroke himself, before rocking back onto her knees, repositioning herself so that she was sat directly on top of Stephen's face. He struggled a little as he tried to breathe, but they were right, he loved everything about this. It was so dirty, so perverse, but he couldn't deny being used like this was turning him on and the feeling of her full weight on top of him was intoxicating. Nose buried in her crack, he pushed deeper and deeper with his tongue until it was almost buried completely inside her, eliciting another feminine moan which was like music to his ears. Once he had stretched her out a little by wiggling his tongue around inside her, he started sliding in and out of her, tongue fucking her as his face went red from the lack of oxygen.

He was totally pinned in place, unable to move and not wanting to even if he could. If all he was to Diane was an ass eating toy, then damn it, he would be the best ass eater of all time. As he continued to explore her cavity he took note of which spots made her shudder or moan, focusing on these areas. As he worked he could feel her trembling as her fingers continued to pleasure her slit and he knew that her climax was approaching rapidly. Finally managing to release his arms from beneath her, he held onto her hips so that he could probe as deep inside her as possible. His reward was almost here, that smug fuck would watch Diane cum on his face, it would be a small victory, but one Stephen would revel in all the same. He was dismayed when he felt Diane leaning forwards, pulling her arse away from him as he desperately wanted to continue. He had been so close.

“Damn, I almost made myself cum,” Diane moaned as she sat down on the bed, a thin film of sweat on her brow, nipples hard, pussy lips swollen and red. Stephen's heart sank at her words. She wasn't even acknowledging what he had done, as if his attempts to make her cum had barely even affected her.

Terrance chuckled from the chair as he continued to pump his shaft slowly, orbs of sweet pre-cum appearing from his tip and sliding down his shaft, making it shiny and slippery. “He's not as good as me I take it?” he asked, smiling aloofly at Stephen as their eyes met from across the room.

“Not even close baby, you can make me cum without even trying, but poor Stephen here was in need of my help.”

“Well, at least he tried,” Terrance replied wryly, “we should get him a participation trophy.” They both laughed hysterically at this, heads thrown back as they cackled like hyenas. Stephen's face flushed red with embarrassment and shame and he felt an anger rising inside him.

“ENOUGH!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, stunning Diane and Terrance into silence as their heads whipped around to look at him. “If you want me to sign the papers, you guys need to stop taking the piss out of me and do what I say!”

Terrance wiggled his eyebrows at Diane before turning back to look at the clearly upset Stephen, “alright, no need to be bolshy!” he said teasingly, “we were just having some fun and it seemed like you were too, but you take the lead then old chap.” He lounged back into his chair, holding his cock in his hand casually as he looked on, waiting to see what would happen next.

“Sorry Stephen,” Diane said, seemingly genuinely, an earnest look on her face. Was this really the person she was? Yes, Stephen had hurt her, caused her more pain than anyone else ever had, but why was she reveling in his misery so much? She felt ashamed of herself. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, you’ve both had your fun at my expense, now I think it's my turn,” Stephen answered firmly, trying to establish a position of dominance. He picked up a pillow from the bed before offering Diane his hand, “get on your knees,” he instructed, placing the soft pillow on the ground for her and helping her get into position. Once she was settled down he looked down into his wife's eyes, admiring her for possibly the last time. He had always loved seeing her like this, looking up at him, smiling and hungry for what was to come. In the past, there had always been a naughty glint in her eyes as she awaited the reveal of his member, but on this occasion it was absent, slightly spoiling Stephen’s enjoyment, but he decided to press onwards regardless. He pulled down the zip on his black trousers, opening up the button and letting them fall to the floor, exposing himself to Diane. He did his best to feel confident and strong, but as he looked down, he realized there was a problem. He was completely soft.

Terrance was quick to comment on it, seeing an opportunity to embarrass him once more. “Oh dear old chap, is Diane not doing the trick for you any more?”

Diane couldn’t help but snigger in response to her partner's comment before flashing a slightly sympathetic look at Stephen as she reached out to place a hand on each of his thighs.

Pressing home his advantage, Terrance commented again on his flaccid state, “not to worry Stephen, they say it happens to one in every four men don’t you know?” Stephen’s moment of bravado was quickly extinguished as he felt embarrassment and shame washing over him. Why wasn’t he hard? He’d dreamed of this opportunity, to be with Diane again and now his body was letting him down.

“Don’t be so cruel darling, it's very unbecoming,” Diane said. While she had initially found Terrance’s comment funny and despite the fact she held a lot of negative feelings towards Stephen, there was still a small part of her that loved him, even after everything that he had put her through. He looked pitiful and broken as he stood in front of her and the softer, warmer side of her felt bad for him. “Let's see if we can get you standing to attention for me, like the good old times,” she whispered softly before taking Stephen’s limp dick in her hand and starting to slowly stroke him.

Closing his eyes and rocking his head backwards Stephen did his best to clear his mind. If he wanted to do this, he needed to focus on the opportunity in front of him. He needed to shut out Rosie, Terrance, the divorce and everything else that had slowly broken him down. All that mattered now was he and Diane, sharing intimacy and enjoying her body one final time. After a few deep breaths, he opened his eyes and looked back down at her. She was smiling softly at him as her hands slowly massaged him, trying to encourage him and coax him out of the deeply ashamed shell of a man that stood before her. Her soft, warm hands certainly felt nice against his skin, her fingertips pulling back his foreskin to massage his head while simultaneously fondling his balls, but despite her best efforts, Stephen’s cock was showing no signs of awakening. It didn’t help that he could see Terrance out of the corner of his eye, his thick, veiny cock standing hard and proud, almost mocking him and his inability to get an erection at the crucial moment.

“This isn’t working,” Stephen muttered defeatedly, stepping back from Diane and wondering whether he should just sign the papers and leave rather than having to endure more humiliation. Diane had never been a woman to give up easily however and she certainly wasn’t going to throw in the towel now. If he couldn’t go through with the act, she was scared that he would refuse to sign, which would be bad for her, certainly, but even with how much she had grown to resent Stephen, she still didn’t want to see him hurt at the hands of her partner's bodyguards.

“I’m not finished yet,” Diane said firmly, “let's see if my soft little mouth can do the trick shall we? You always used to love it when I gave you head.” She pulled him softly by his thighs so he was back in front of her and she started softly kissing his shaft.

“Yeah, you were always so good with your mouth,” Stephen replied without even thinking as he savored the feeling of her soft lips against his skin, making goosebumps cover his body, tingling with excitement. Diane smiled up at him, appreciative of the compliment as she started to lick his head, using every trick she knew to try and get him hard. She could see from the look on his face that it felt good, but his member still refused to stiffen even slightly and so she had to resort to the final option, sucking his flaccid penis into her mouth and licking it gently, covering him in saliva as she stared up at him. He’d always loved when she made eye contact with him and it would usually get his motor running in a matter of moments, but even with all her knowledge of what turned him on he stayed stubbornly unaroused.

After a couple of minutes, Terrance had seen enough, quipping from his place in the corner. “I think you’ve tried everything you can sweetie, it might be time to throw in the towel. We can always resolve things my way if he still won’t sign.” He looked over at Stephen, a glint of malice in his eyes as he openly threatened him with bodily harm. He had gone along with Diane’s little compromise, offering the sacrifice of her own body in place of Stephen’s. It had been very noble of her and the idea of being able to humiliate his old political rival further had certainly appealed to Terrance’s vindictive side, but now he’d had enough of this silly little charade. He knew that Stephen was a weak, broken man and despite his little outburst earlier, things had gone exactly how he imagined they would.

“No, that's not necessary honey,” Diane replied, panic rising in her voice, “it’s just a little stage fright isn’t it Stephen?” she asked, looking up at him, an imploring look in her eyes. While there was no doubt that there was no longer anything between them, romantically, or sexually, Stephen still felt good realizing that somewhere, deep down, there was a part of her that did still care about him. It made sense, you don’t spend over a decade with someone and then one day just stop having feelings for them. He sighed as he looked down at his shriveled cock and the woman he had loved for most of his life. He just couldn’t do it. He was barely even a man any more.

Reaching down, he affectionately stroked Diane's hair as she smiled softly at him, a moment of intimacy between them, not the kind he had intended to get, but a moment of intimacy nonetheless. “Thankyou Diane,” he whispered quietly so only she could hear, “I'm sorry.” Her smile got wider as their eyes burned into each other. It was the first time he had apologized properly for what he had done and he could tell just how much she appreciated it. Raising his voice so that Terrance could hear, he spoke again. “Don't worry, I'll sign the papers, you fulfilled your end of the deal, it's my fault I couldn't rise to the occasion,” he said, a gentle bitterness in his voice, mixed with begrudging acceptance.

“Excellent,” Terrance replied, tucking himself back into his trousers as he rose from the chair, “I'll get my man to bring them in.” Diane quickly covered herself with the exquisite silk sheets and Stephen pulled back up his loaned trousers as the Prime Minister shouted through the door for his security detail to join them. The larger of the two men entered the room, brown envelope in hand as he surveyed the scene in front of him, not giving any kind of reaction to Terrance's tented trousers and his partner's obvious state of undress beneath the covers. As private security, he had seen all kinds of things in his career, signing documents swearing him to secrecy, but this was certainly up there with his strangest moments in the job.

“Anything else sir?” He asked in a measured tone as his eyes darted to Diane and Stephen, ensuring everything was above board and that she was safe.

“No thank you David, that will be all,” Terrance answered firmly, waving him away before the guard took his leave. Retrieving a pen, he offered Stephen his seat and a book to rest the papers on as he signed. After quickly skimming through them to make sure everything was in order, with a deep, resigned sigh, Stephen took the elegant fountain pen and scribbled out his John Hancock. It was done. Returning the documents back to the envelope, he handed them to Terrance who was smiling broadly like the Cheshire Cat. “I’m glad we were able to get this all sorted out,” Terrance said smugly as he tucked the divorce papers away in a drawer, locking it securely before turning his attention back to the others.

“I did it for her, not for you,” Stephen replied coldly, doing his best to try and stay strong despite having been completely humiliated for the second time that day.

“Very noble of you,” Terrance replied sarcastically as he made his way over to Diane on the bed, taking the sheets and throwing them aside to once again put her naked form on full display.

“What are you doing?” Diane asked, surprised and blushing as she cupped her breasts with her hands.

“No need to be shy darling,” Terrance replied, “we’ve both seen it all before and after that little display I’m all worked up.” Climbing onto the bed, he pressed against her stomach to push her back onto the soft mattress before spreading her legs wide, licking his lips as his eyes feasted on her wet, engorged pussy. “I thought we could celebrate you finally being a free woman, hell, Stephen can even watch if he wants, it only seems fair after he couldn’t get the job done,” he said, chuckling to himself. Diane was going to object, but before she could Terrance’s tongue met her soft folds, spreading them open like the petals of a flower, causing her to shiver and moan in ecstasy.

Stephen’s head raised from the floor he had been staring at to look over at the bed and his eyes met with hers as his enemy dined on her sex like a starved man. She was whining and shaking at his ministrations, fingers buried in his hair as she pulled him against her quivering mound, desperate for more despite having mixed feelings about what was happening. She couldn’t deny that she was turned on and in need of release but she pitied Stephen and worried that he would be even more deeply hurt than he already had been. “Sw… sweetie,” she crooned between moans, “I think that’s enough.”

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Terrance said confidently, “but I know you don’t won’t tell me to stop, and I have a feeling that Stephen is enjoying the show.”

They both looked over at him as Terrance dipped his head back down to taste her juices, sucking on her hard little clit and Stephen froze, rooted in place. He should just leave. He’d failed to make love to his wife one final time, he’d signed the papers, there was really no reason for him to stay, but something was keeping him in his seat. Being cucked by Terrance months earlier before everything had gone to shit, being dominated and embarrassed by Louise and now this. It seemed as if it had rewired part of his brain, unlocked an aspect of himself that he didn’t know existed. He couldn’t deny it, he liked it. Without even thinking, he heard himself speak in a voice that sounded distant and foreign, as if it was someone else talking. “Don’t stop…,” he begged, pathetically.

Terrance smiled smugly, victory written over his face as he slid a finger inside Diane while he continued to lick and suck on her most sensitive spot. Diane on the other hand looked surprised, cheeks flushing red as her former lover watched her get eaten out by her new beau. This was really happening despite her reservations and as her juices continued to flow, moans tumbling from her soft lips, she was craving being filled by a hard, thick cock.

As if reading her mind, Terrance pulled himself from the bed, disrobing and tossing his clothes across the room. There was only one person in charge here and he had never felt so powerful in his entire life. Maybe he was a sicko, but the fact that Stephen was now watching of his own free will somehow made this even more arousing, his thick cock twitching and leaking precum onto the floor as he climbed back onto the bed to return to his lover's embrace. “I hope you enjoy the show Stephen, it’s time I show you how a beautiful woman like this should be fucked.” Positioning himself between Diane's legs, he pulled them upwards and over his shoulders, rubbing his head against her dripping wet slit, teasing her as she waited to be penetrated, biting her lip with need. She whispered something that Stephen couldn’t hear and Terrance smiled wickedly. “Say it louder.” Diane shook her head at first, but when Terrance pulled his member away from her entrance, she quickly acquiesced.

“Please fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard!” she begged.

“That's a good girl,” Terrance crooned, stroking her face before grinning over at Stephen who was barely even blinking, not wanting to miss a second of the live sex show going on in front of him. “Who’s pussy is this?” he asked commandingly as he slid his tip inside, letting it sit a couple of inches inside her, continuing to toy with her.

“It’s your pussy Terrance, now and forever,” she spat out quickly, unable to take any more anticipation as she squirmed on the bed, clawing at the sheets. He was apparently pleased with her answer as he finally pushed further inside her until he was buried deep. Her nails dug into his arms leaving a series of white marks in his flesh as the pleasure washed over her, finally satisfied and full, folded over beneath the strong frame of her man. Any trepidation she had about the situation washed away as Terrance began sliding in and out of her, giving her the rough fucking she so desperately needed. The room was filled with the sounds of her wetness, mixed with screams of pleasure and deep, masculine grunts from Terrance as he slammed into her over and over again. It didn’t take long for her first orgasm to hit her and as he felt her pussy squeezing his dick in climax he looked over at Stephen, smiling as he claimed Diane as his own in the most primal way possible.

The former leader of the country had been looking on, slack jawed, mind swirling with too many thoughts to process as he listened to the woman he loved make noises he had never heard before. As his eyes met Terrance’s he was shocked to feel his cock growing in his trousers, blood rushing through his shaft as he became more engorged by the second. Within a matter of moments, his trousers were tented and as Terrance withdrew his hard prick from Diane’s stretched little hole he continued to gloat. “So you like watching me fuck your wife Stephen? Don’t be shy, take it out and really enjoy yourself, might as well eh?”

Stephen flushed a deep red, only worsening when Diane looked at him, eyelids heavy, mouth agape as she drooled in post orgasmic bliss. “Go on, take it out for us Stephen,” she encouraged him weakly, finally just giving in to her most base desires and allowing Terrance to take the lead. It only took a matter of seconds for Stephen’s cock to be withdrawn from his pants and squeezed in his hand as he stroked himself furiously, drawing approving looks from the naked couple on the bed. He couldn’t get hard for himself, so that he could feel her one last time, but now he was rock hard after watching Terrance make her cum on his cock. His brain had been ruined, broken and shattered by the sexual games he had been forced to endure. He didn’t even know what he wanted any more, all he knew was how good this felt as he waited eagerly to see what would come next.

Having been able to catch her breath after their brief pause, Diane pulled herself up from the bed and crawled toward Stephen, so that she was as close to him as possible, only a couple of feet away from his face. Bending over, she arched her back, presenting her rear to Terrance and looking back over her shoulder. “Give me that cock Daddy,” she mewled erotically, flashing him a saucy wink as her gaze returned to Stephen.

“Mmm, that’s my naughty girl,” Terrance replied approvingly, positioning himself behind her and sliding back inside her pussy, eyes fluttering with pleasure at the feeling of her velvety insides enfolding him. As he started fucking her again, he grabbed her breast firmly in his strong hand, his torso flexing and showing off every muscle as he claimed her over and over again while Stephen watched on.

“Did he ever fuck you this good baby?” he asked in between thrusts.

“No da… daddy, never,” she replied as she stared deep into her exes eyes.

“Tell him,” Terrance ordered.

Diane bit her lip as she watched Stephen stroking himself vigorously. God this was so fucking hot, she could barely stand it. Terrance had introduced her to a world of sex that she had never experienced before. She had never realized how average her sex life had been before meeting him and at times she regretted the years she had wasted with Stephen when she could have been getting fucked by a real man like Terrance instead. She had been battling with her feelings ever since Stephen had arrived at Number 10, but now, in this moment, she didn’t care any more. He was clearly enjoying this, so why should she hold back now?

“You could nev… never fuck me like he does,” she whined in between thrusts, tits jiggling and shaking beneath her as she retained eye contact with the man that she used to love. “His cock is bigger…, he’s taller.., stronger and more of a man, FUCK…, more of a man than you could ever be St… Stephen.”

Instead of being hurt or upset, this just turned Stephen on more than ever and he started to massage his balls while he stroked himself, moaning softly as he watched Terrance pounding her mercilessly. “More…” he begged, almost in a whisper.

“You’re pathetic, sitting there… sitting there and watching me taking his c… cock, stroking that little shrimp dick…”

“Mmm, fuck…” Stephen moaned as Terrance grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back and upwards as he took her harder with each thrust, the sound of their hips colliding filling the room with meaty slapping sounds.

“Y… you never deserved me… I needed a real man, like h… him, who can give me what I need.”

“That’s right baby,” Terrance growled approvingly, smiling with satisfaction as he heard her cut down her ex with vitriolic words. “I’m close,” he added, causing Diane to start pushing back against his cock with every thrust, desperate to feel him unload inside her.

“Give me your cum Daddy!” she screamed in delight as she felt his prick expand inside her, on the verge of her own climax. He held himself deep inside her and exploded, sticky, virile cum filling her up and painting her insides as she closed her eyes and screamed in satisfaction. They came together as Stephen looked on, continuing to jerk but still unable to cum, much to his frustration. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself with Diane back when they first met, but it was like he was numb, unfeeling and unable to climax.

When he finally opened his eyes, Diane had collapsed onto the bed, laying on her back as her chest rose and fell heavily, Terrance kneeling by her side as she sucked every last drop of cum from his tip. Her legs were spread and facing Stephen, giving him a perfect view of the white, pearly cum slowly leaking from her pink, stretched pussy. Something finally clicked in his brain and he came, twitching and spasming in the chair as a dribble of cum leaked from his tip, running down his shaft and covering his balls in his watery ejaculate. Terrance and Diane weren’t paying any attention to him and he sat back against the chair, suddenly feeling exhausted after what he had been through that day. As the haze of arousal fell away he suddenly realized what he had done and he stood up so he could pull up his trousers, sperm soaking into the fabric before he returned to his seat, cradling his head in shame.

Terrance had climbed off the bed, getting himself dressed and acting as if any of the previous debauchery hadn’t even happened, leaving his lover to recover on the bed. Opening the door, he gestured for his security guards to enter, directing them towards Stephen. They each grabbed an arm, pulling him up from his seat and frog marching him out of the room. He was in such a daze that he didn’t even react or resist, instead allowing himself to be taken away. It would most likely be the last time he would ever see Diane in person, but he was in no position to understand that in his current state and as he was escorted down the stairs of Number 10, the place he had worked for years to get into, his former home, he had never been lower in his entire life.

It was late enough at night that they could safely take him out of the front door, bundling him into the back of a taxi as he stared numbly out of the window. Terrance climbed into the seat next to him as his security told the driver to step outside. He protested at first, but quickly acquiesced once he saw the size of the two men making the demands. Left alone in the back of the car, Terrance started to speak, but it took Stephen a few moments to catch up with what he was saying.

“The driver will take you to a hotel, I’ve paid for a few nights to give you some time to get yourself sorted out. I’ll get the papers to Diane’s solicitor in the morning and then they’ll be in touch to finalize everything. One of my men will be keeping an eye on you for the next few weeks to make sure you don’t do anything foolish, you understand?”

“I understand,” Stephen replied blankly, still not looking at the man that had ruined his life, instead fixating on the rain falling from the sky and the light from the lamppost beside the car's window.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Terrance said wryly, offering his hand as his rival finally turned to look at him. Stephen had no resistance left and instead of refusing he limply extended his own hand and allowed it to be shaken. “Good man,” Terrance said as he went to open the door, stopping himself before he did. “Oh, one more thing I forgot to tell you, me and Diane have been trying for a baby. No luck yet, but wouldn’t it be funny if it was this one that did the trick?” He chuckled to himself deviously. “Take care old chap,” he said as he stepped out of the cab and made his way back inside.

As the taxi pulled away from 10 Downing Street Stephen finally had a few moments peace to comprehend everything that had happened. As he was driven away from the love of his life and the woman he had intended to be the mother of his children, he wept openly as the driver did his best not to look at him out of pity. Terrance was going to end up living the life Stephen had worked so hard for and despite how much he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him, not any more. He slumped back in the taxi's seat, closing his eyes as he felt his cum drying against his skin, tears continuing to fall down his cheeks as he watched London passing him by in a blur.

Finally they pulled up outside their destination and Stephen couldn’t help but laugh, a pained laugh that verged on the deranged. Of course Terrance had chosen the very same hotel where this had all started. A final insult. He checked in, taking the key to his room from the woman at the front desk and collapsed onto the bed. The same bed where his infidelity had taken place. He weakly sobbed into the pillows, miserable and alone, knowing that everything that had happened was no-one’s fault but his own.