Stephen was completely shell shocked as Terrance's thugs held him face down on the pavement, passersby glancing over but going about their business as normal, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on. Despite having not seen him in months, his old political rival still bore the same shit eating grin that he so despised. Rage rose in his stomach as he met the gaze of the man that had ruined his life, wishing he could throw off the heavys holding him down and beat the incumbent PM within an inch of his life. Of course, this was only a fantasy, not something he would be able to accomplish in his current position. The best he could do was spit out “what the hell do you want?” with as much venom as he could muster. It didn't come off as intimidating as he expected, voice wavering as he spoke probably in part due to the humiliation Rosie had just put him through. Terrance just chuckled amiably in response, not even remotely phased by the outburst.

“Gentlemen, could you let the former leader of the country up please, I'm sure he's not going to put up a fight, isn't that right Stephen?” He cocked his eyebrow at him, waiting for his reply.

“No, I won't,” Stephen answered begrudgingly as the two men picked him up off the floor and ushered him towards the rear door of the SUV. Stepping inside the car, Stephen hoped that Diane would be sitting in the passenger's seat, but was disappointed to find it empty. The larger of Terrance's security guards took up the other rear seat beside him and the other rode next to the Prime Minister. The large, sleek, expensive vehicle pulled away from the curb and their journey to an unknown destination began in silence. “So what exactly is it you want?” Stephen asked after a few minutes, patience wearing thin as fear rose inside of him. He was alone, no-one knew where he was and he wouldn't put it past Terrance to have him ‘rubbed out.‘ His links to the elite of the country would certainly make it easy enough for him to cover up a murder and Stephen's brain continued to race with possibilities, desperate for any clue of what was going on.

“We can talk once we get to Number 10 old friend,” Terrance replied calmly, flashing a smile over his shoulder as they waited at a red light. “I can promise you however that you are not in any danger. Tom and Edward are just here to protect me, isn't that right boys?”

“Correct sir,” they both replied in unison. They were clearly both well trained, most likely from a military background and undoubtedly generously compensated for their skills. Terrance could certainly afford to pay top dollar for his own protection.

“Things have gotten rather messy lately Stephen, but I think we can get everything all straightened out, so just sit tight, we’ll be there soon.” As the journey continued, Stephen felt a little more at ease, but he knew he would need to stay on his toes to deal with whatever Terrance had planned. Eventually the SUV pulled up to a disused building a few streets away from Downing Street and Stephen instantly recognised it. When he had become Prime Minister, the head of MI5 had arranged a meeting with him during which he disclosed several national secrets, including one pertaining to a hidden entrance to Number 10. Inside the seemingly abandoned house they were currently parked was a cellar door, which looked completely normal to anyone who might happen to stumble across it. If a code was entered onto a hidden keypad, the cellar door would open revealing a hidden underground tunnel that went directly to the Prime Minister's office. The outside of the building was covered in scaffolding, the signage for a fictional building firm adorning it in order to not raise suspicion. In previous years it had been disguised as a solicitors office and a small family home, among countless other covers for its real purpose.

It had been incredibly useful for the ruling political class, allowing them to sneak in people that would not be able to enter via the usual means, for a variety of purposes. One former leader had used it to smuggle in prostitutes, others to speak with vilified world leaders and countless other purposes which were too many to mention. Ironically, it was this passageway that Stephen had used after his night of infidelity with Rosie, it was almost appropriate that he would now use it on his return to his former residence. The two members of Terrance's security detail stood on the pavement to ensure that the Prime Minister and his guest could enter the house without being noticed by any members of the public before following them inside and locking the door behind them.

“Did you use this much when you were in charge Stephen?” Terrance asked jovially as he pulled aside the section of the wall that hid the keypad. “I've found it quite useful, but of course they've changed the code since your unfortunate fall from grace.” There it was again, that arrogant, posh boy, ‘better than you’ smile. Stephen considered just taking his shot, throwing a punch at the man he hated most on the planet and then dealing with the consequences, but logic won out. If Terrance wanted to hurt him, he would have done so by now and in a three on one situation, he would lose any potential fight that could break out. Best to keep his cards close to his chest and wait to see how this all played out before making a rash move without knowing all the facts.

“Yes, I used it a few times,” Stephen replied, trying to keep things amicable as they descended the stairs, “but I preferred trying to be as transparent as possible. If the public ever found out about this place, they'd have a field day.”

“Yes, agreed,” Terrance answered as they started their walk down the long strip light lit corridor, “but after seventy years as a secret, it's pretty unlikely anyone will ever know about it. Unless they are elected of course,” he chuckled, pleased with his own remark.

“Quite,” Stephen replied as he walked alongside him surrounded by bare brickwork, Terrance's security officers trailing close behind and keeping an eye on his every move.

“Here we are,” Terrance said jovially as they reached the stairs at the other end of the passage, walking up them and opening the secret hatch in the PM’s office, emerging into the very same place where the blackmail had started all those months ago. The place where Stephen's life had started to unravel. “Take a seat Stephen,” he offered, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. As Terrance's heavies secured the trap door and covered it up with a beautiful Persian rug, Stephen weighed up his options. Deciding to take a seat, he watched as Terrance opened up his desk, pulling out a bottle of whiskey in a crystal decanter, along with two glasses. After putting them down he produced a small wooden box and a lighter before settling down in the luxurious leather chair that he had commissioned and made to his exact specifications. The two security guards took up position behind him, folding their arms and looking stern, eyes not leaving Stephen for even a second.

“Ah, that's better isn't it?” Terrance asked as he pulled the stopper out of the decanter, pouring a healthy measure of the strong brown liquor into each glass before handing one to Stephen across the table.

“I'm okay thanks,” he said between gritted teeth, doing his best to remember that he was at a severe disadvantage right now.

“Oh come now Stephen,” Terrance drawled, “this is the finest whiskey in the land, bottled by hand at a tiny distillery in Orkney. This one bottle costs more than most people get paid in a month. Now take it.” His last three words were deep and authoritative, making it clear that Stephen didn't have a choice in the matter. Begrudgingly he leaned forwards to take the glass and sat back in his chair, trying to look relaxed as the scent of Rosies ejaculate still in his facial hair wafted into his nostrils, reminding him of where he had been less than an hour earlier. Why exactly had he been brought here? What did Terrance want from him?

Taking a swig from his glass, Terrance smiled like the cat who had got the cream, opening the small wooden box and pulling out a thick Cuban cigar. He snipped the end off before popping it into his mouth and lighting it up with a spin of the wheel on his sterling silver lighter. Everything about him was decadent and expensive, begging to be seen as wealthy and successful. Stephen had always found it pathetic, but sitting in his damp clothes, stinking of sex and shame, there was only one pathetic man sitting in this room. After drawing deeply from the cigar and exhaling a cloud of thick smoke, Terrance turned to his security. “Wait outside, I'll call you if we need anything.”

“Are you sure sir?” the larger man asked, eyeing Stephen warily.

“Certainly, me and Stephen are old friends aren't we?” he asked, turning to look at his former rival for his approval. “He won't be doing anything crazy, after all, he's a smart man, I'm sure he knows that any kind of physical attack would be pointless, isn't that right Stephen?”

Stephen sighed. He was right there. Even if he tried to get his hands on the man he so hated, he would only have a matter of seconds before those two thugs would be on top of him and any punishment he managed to dish out would be repaid two or threefold if not more. He took a sip of the whiskey, scowling a little at its harsh flavor, swallowing before addressing the other three men. “Yeah, you've got nothing to worry about,” Stephen said in a defeated voice.

“Okay sir,” said the security guard, seemingly satisfied with his answer, “we’ll be right outside the door if you need us.” With that, they made their way out of the office, both of them eyeballing Stephen as they left, making it clear what would happen if he did anything stupid. As they were left alone, Terrance took another drag on his cigar, picking up his glass and getting out of his chair to look out of the window.

“Ah, finally just the two of us, eh Stephen? Mano a mano.” he mused as he indulged in the combined pleasures of tobacco and alcohol in the comfort of his luxurious office. “I guess it's time we get down to business old chap” Walking around his desk, he took a seat on the edge of it, one leg slightly raised off the ground as he faced Stephen, reaching over to pull an ashtray within reach so he could smoke at his leisure.

“So, why exactly have you dragged me here?” Stephen asked as he tried to hold his nerve, gripping his whiskey glass hard.

“Well, you didn't give me much of a choice I'm afraid, did you Stephen? I've been trying to track you down for weeks, but you're a very elusive chap!”

“Well, I'm here now, so you might as well tell me what you want,” Stephen shot back, frustration rising in his voice.

“I guess you're right,” Terrance replied, picking up a brown folder off the table and holding it in the air with a flourish. It looked exactly the same as the one that had contained the pictures of Rosie and Stephens infidelity and the former PM wouldn't put it past him to have done this on purpose. Mind games from someone who was proficient at getting under his opponents skin.

“Oh crikey, what have you got pictures of me this time?” Stephen asked and despite the hostility the two had always held for each other, they both burst out laughing at his quip.

“Good to see you haven't lost your wit despite everything Stephen, It was always one of the few things that I admired about you,” Terrance admitted while still managing to get in an insult as he downed the rest of the contents of his glass. “No pictures this time I'm afraid, I think you probably know what's in here, don’t you?”

“The divorce papers?” Stephen asked dryly as he too finished his drink. The rush of booze went to his head and gave him a warm feeling in his belly. Hopefully it would deliver some of that famous ‘dutch courage’ people always talked about.

“Exactly,” Terrance replied, placing the folder on his knee. “You've been refusing to sign it for months, ducking and dodging all contact from your wife’s legal counsel. Do you not think Diane deserves to move on?” He asked in a superior, hoity-toity voice that finally pushed Stephen over the edge.

He sprung up from his seat, glass tumbling onto the floor as he screamed, “YOU STOLE HER FROM ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU BLACKMAILED ME, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!” His fists were curled up, ready to strike, but he didn't have time to make a move as the door behind him swung open with a loud slam.

“It's ok gentlemen,” Terrance said calmly to his security, “Stephen here just got a little heated, nothing to worry about.” They both watched Stephen intently until he returned to his seat before once again leaving the two men alone to talk. That had been a close call, he was going to have to try and keep his emotions in check if he wanted to make it out of here in one piece. “Look Stephen,” Terrance said, taking on a more measured, reasonable tone, “I understand, I really do. You were married for a long time, your world has fallen apart and you don’t want to accept it.”

“If I sign the papers, it means I’ve really lost her,” Stephen muttered softly. He’d never said it out loud, but he’d always known it was the truth. Some small part of him had thought that he might somehow be able to win her back. Maybe with one of those big romantic gestures like in the romantic comedies she had loved so much when they first met. He smiled to himself remembering the times he’d been forced to sit through the Notebook, Notting Hill or Pretty Woman. At the time he’d despised it, but now, if he could have Diane back, he’d sit through every cheesy movie ever made if it meant he got to spend time with her.

“I’m afraid you have lost her old chap,” Terrance explained matter of factly. “You broke her heart, broke her trust, you know that don’t you?” Stephen just nodded dejectedly in his seat, unable to raise his gaze from the floor. “We all need to move on from this Stephen, but we can’t do that until you sign the papers and the divorce goes through. Then you and Diane can carry on living your lives separately.” The idea of it being official, that Diane was no longer his wife was too much for Stephen to take and even though what Terrance said made sense, even though she deserved the right to live her life without him, he still couldn’t face it.

“I’m sorry Terrance,” Stephen replied through misty eyes, “I just can’t do it.”

“I was worried you’d say that old chap,” Terrance said sadly as he rose from his desk, towering over Stephen in what could be seen as a sign of dominance. “I have a proposal for you, one I think that you’ll be interested in, if you’ll listen to what I have to say?”

“Go on,” Stephen answered warily. The last time Terrance had made a proposition to him, he’d ended up fucking Diane in front of him, ruining his career by leaking the photos of him and Rosie to the press before somehow wooing his wife and becoming her lover. To say he needed to be cautious was the understatement of the year, if not the decade.

“You can have one more time with Diane. Sexually. So long as you sign the papers. Consider it a farewell outing. A reminder of what the two of you had before you threw it all away.” Stephen’s jaw almost hit the floor. Was he really hearing this? Terrance was offering him sex with Diane in exchange for moving ahead with the divorce? This couldn’t be right, Diane surely couldn’t have agreed to this. “I understand that you’re shocked Stephen, I do, but the alternative is that I leave you alone with my men for ten minutes and see if you feel like signing once I come back, but I think that will be far less pleasant than what I’m proposing.” Stephen’s mind raced as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Today had already been painful enough with Rosie taking advantage of him and kicking him out onto the street. Could he really face his wife in his current state? Could he make love to her one last time? Could he handle the raw emotions it would bring up? As his cock twitched in his trousers, it seemed like maybe he could.

“Surely Diane can’t have agreed to that?” Stephen asked, throat dry as he looked up at Terance who once again was wearing his signature cocky grin. Before he could answer, the door behind Stephen opened and he cowered without even thinking, expecting to be grabbed and beaten any second, but instead, he was greeted with a familiar voice. A soft feminine voice that he had missed every single day for the past several months.

“Actually, it was my idea,” said Diane as she strode into the office standing next to Terrance, wrapping her arm around him and kissing him lovingly on the cheek. “Hello darling, are you boys behaving?” she asked, shooting Stephen a withering look that made him clutch onto the arms of the chair with need. It had been so long since he had seen her. God she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was still short, styled in a fashionable inverted bob that framed her face perfectly. Her plump soft lips made him want to get on his knees and beg for her back for just a chance that he may get to kiss her again, her soft baby blue eyes no longer holding any love for him, instead cold indifference. She still had those cute little dimples when she smiled, that was what had made Stephen drawn to her in the first place, but now it wasn’t him that made her smile, it was Terrance instead. Those cute little dimples were for him now. He was being torn in two, overjoyed to see the woman he loved but devastated to see her in the arms of another man, and not just any man, but a man he despised.

“Stephen had a little outburst earlier, but it's been rather civilized otherwise, hasn't it old chap?” Terrance asked as he held Diane's waist as she stood beside him. He didn't need to say another word but every inch of him, his smile, his eyes, his body language all screamed, ‘I've won, she's mine.’

“Yes, he even offered me a Whiskey, very decent of him,” Stephen said, flashing Diane his best smile, although it was not returned.

“I'm glad to hear it,” Diane smiled slightly as she pulled herself closer to Terrance. “So, the offer, do you accept or not?” Straight down to business, he shouldn't have expected it to be any different.

“I… I mean, I don't know…” Stephen stammered in response, “can I have some time to think about it?”

Diane walked across the room, swaying her hips as she walked, Terrance leering appreciatively at her rump as she went. The combination of a suit jacket and tight fitting black skirt was to die for and Stephen could feel his member awaking from its slumber in his trousers as he gazed upon the woman he loved. She bent down in front of him, placing her hands on top of his, showing off an ample amount of cleavage as her low cut blouse hoovered inches from his face. Her touch was almost orgasmic and Stephen had to fight to control himself. She was right here, in front of him, touching him. Maybe, just maybe if he could give her the fucking of her life, she would remember what she was missing out on and come back to him and they could be happy again. Stephen's idyllic fantasy was shattered when he saw Terrance's smiling, arrogant face over her shoulder. He knew that wasn't going to happen, as much as he might want it to, no, need it to.

“This is a one time offer Stephen. It happens today, or it's off the table forever. No kissing, no weird stuff and once you cum it's over and you sign the papers.” She leant closer to Stephen, her lips touching the lobe of his ear as he shivered with desire. “Isn't it bad enough that you broke my heart? The least that you owe me is a divorce, a clean break. If it was up to Terrance, you'd have two broken legs right now. I had to beg him to do things my way. Don't be a fool and refuse my generosity sweetie.” Straightening up, she walked back to Terrance who slid his hand back around her waist and grabbed her ass roughly which elicited a soft, approving coo from Diane.

“Listen Stephen, you look awful,” Terrance said, revulsion etched on his face.

“And frankly, you stink too,” Diane added.

“So you can go upstairs and get a shower, have a shave and get cleaned up and then give us your decision.” Taking Diane's face in his hand, he pulled her lips to his and kissed her passionately, her hand gently pounding against his chest as she tried to keep control of her urges in front of the man that would soon hopefully be her ex husband. As their lips parted, Terrance continued after once again establishing his dominance, “I'm not going to allow my angel to sleep with you unless you're looking your absolute best, so I've left you some clothes on the side, make sure you scrub up well, okay?”

Stephen just nodded numbly as Terrance called for his security. They stood either side of his chair and walked with him up the stairs to what used to be his personal sanctuary, the place where he could go to get away from everything, the stress, the media, the never ending problems that being Prime Minister brought up. They walked over to the bathroom, coming to a stop outside the door. “We’ll be waiting outside, just shout if you need anything,” said the smaller security guard before letting Stephen inside and closing the door behind him, leaving Stephen alone for the first time since he had been standing outside Rosie's flat. It had only been an hour or two, but it felt like years had passed and as he looked in the mirror, he could barely recognise the weatherbeaten, weary face looking back at him.

Stripping out of clothes, his skin was blotchy and sticky from the long since dried ejaculate, sniffing the air he realized that Diane hadn't been lying, he really did stink. The bathroom was almost exactly the same as he had left it, although it was another man's toothbrush sitting in the holder alongside Diane's now. Besides the sink was a collection of items he would need to get cleaned up, a razor, shaving gel, aftershave, deodorant, shampoo, body wash, moisturizer and even some nail clippers. Terrance really had thought of everything. As much as he might hate him, he had to admire his organization. Even back when they had been political rivals, if Terrance put his mind to something, it got done, without a single detail being overlooked. As tempted as he was to shave first, he needed to get the stink and the shame off of him, so he grabbed the toiletries he would need and stepped into the shower.

It was a large and spacious shower, glass fronted so that anyone inside was entirely visible while they were cleaning themselves. Stephen smiled remembering all the times he had stood at the sink brushing his teeth, stealing glances at his wet, soapy, naked wife as if he was some horny teenager sneaking peeks in the girls bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stepped into the stream of hot water and as it collided with his skin it almost felt like being reborn. The dirt, grime and filth of his past misdeeds washed away by a torrent of cleansing water and as he stood under the showerhead, he closed his eyes, feeling it running over him. He stayed like this for several minutes, just enjoying the sensation of being clean for the first time in days. It felt like a mental fog had been lifted, like he could finally think clearly after spending so long walking through his life like a mindless zombie. It felt good, freeing almost, but the enormity of the decision before him suddenly felt much more real.

Grabbing the body wash from the shelf on the rear wall of the shower he sudded himself up, getting every inch of himself pristine and sweet smelling, ready for what was to come. Could he really go through with it? It was so messed up, so twisted to accept the kind of offer he had been given. But if he was going to have to go through the pain of a divorce, of saying goodbye to Diane once and for all, didn't he deserve something out of it? She was the wealthy one of the two of them and he already knew he would walk away with nothing. Her father had insisted on a prenup after the proposal and while Diane had refused at first, once he threatened to not show up to the wedding and walk her down the aisle, her mind had quickly changed. At the time, Stephen had thought that it was just her Dad being a snob, looking down on his working class background, but in retrospect, it was the smart thing for her to do.

Either he slept with Diane one last time and signed the papers, or he refused and Terrance's thugs would beat him black and blue, probably dumping him outside of the nearest hospital. He wouldn’t be able to say anything, who would ever believe him? It would just lead him to even more public ridicule, talking about secret passages, offers of sexual favors and a corrupt leader of the country. There was only one real option for him. As he washed his hair and beard with the shampoo, his mind was made up. He'd go through with it. He deserved some closure and he was now able to get it. Might as well grab the opportunity with both hands. Turning back towards the large glass wall perpendicular to the bathroom mirror, the steam had fogged it up and as he looked through the misty atmosphere, he could make out four hand prints on the glass. Two larger hands higher up and two smaller ones about a foot below them. They were on the inside of the glass and there was only one logical conclusion for why they were there. Terrance had fucked his wife against the glass, each of them using the wall as a support to prop themselves up while they made love.

It must have been recent for the prints to still be there, maybe within the last couple of days? Instantly his mind pulled up an imagined image of what it would have looked like. Both of them naked, skin glistening with water close to the transparent wall, Diane's small frame encompassed by Terrance’s larger body, arching her back so his prick could slide in and out of her tight snatch. The way her breasts would have hung down and bounced as she was pounded over and over, her moans of pleasure reverberating around the small space. The slapping of his rivals hips slamming into hers again and again as she begged for more, more, more. As he stood there, he looked down and saw that he was absolutely rock hard, cock twitching and bobbing up and down with arousal as he imagined watching Terrance and Diane fucking right in front of him.

“What's wrong with me?” he murmured to himself as he lazily stroked his member as he stood under the cascading water, the feeling of shame that he had only just recovered from quickly returning. It was so fucked up, but he couldn’t deny knowing that he was in the same space where Diane had been naked, wet and horny was a massive turn on and his mind continued to imagine the scene as he stroked himself faster and faster with every passing second. He’d always heard that if you cum before seeing a girl, you’d last longer. That was why he was doing this, right? Not because he liked the idea of Terrance fucking his girl. Not because after being forcefully cucked, some part of him had grown to like it, love it even and now he craved it. No, it was the smart thing to do. If this was going to be his last time, he wanted it to go on for as long as possible, to be able to enjoy her body one final time as husband and wife.

He pictured Terrance smacking her ass as he pounded her, flesh jiggling and shaking as her pussy was assaulted with a cock longer, harder and thicker than Stephen’s ever could be. Stretching her in a way that he never had, driving her crazy with lust as her requests to be fucked harder and harder were replaced with incomprehensible screams and moans of pleasure. Stephen wished he could have laid on the floor between their legs, looking up at Terrance’s veiny prick penetrating her over and over, a mixture of water and sexual juices trickling down and covering his body as he pleasured himself. As he imagined the two of them getting closer and closer, Terrance came, firing a virulent stream of cum deep inside his wife and as he pictured it, he too came, a small strand of cum erupting from his prick, landing on the tiled floor and quickly being washed away by the water. He quivered and moaned as dribbles of seed fell from his tip and onto the floor, post-nut clarity overtaking him.

He’d just cum thinking about watching Terrance fucking Diane. Jesus Christ. He was completely fucked up in the head. What kind of man would get off on something like that. Shaking his head with disgust, he returned to the shower head, standing under it, washing away the last remnants of cum, pulling back his foreskin to make sure he got rid of every trace of his shameful act. Turning the water off, he shivered as he walked out of the enclosed space, grabbing one of several fluffy, Egyptian cotton towels hanging from the rack and wrapping it around his waist.

He once again looked at himself in the mirror as he tried to rebound from what he had just done. Terrance could never know, it would be the ultimate humiliation, as if the situation he was in wasn’t bad enough. “Head in the game Stephen,” he whispered to himself. “Show her how good you can be. That you're as good as him, no, better than him!” Unhooking the towel, he looked down at his shrunken cock, giving it a pep talk. “It's the big one little buddy, you've got to come through for me, okay?” He said, bargaining with an inanimate sexual organ. It was fucking stupid, but he needed to do whatever he could to hype himself up. Rosie had emasculated him and if he didn't want a repeat of that, he needed to be on his A game. Flexing in front of the mirror, he admired his reflection, eyes scanning over his body, imagining Diane seeing him naked for the first time in months. He was looking a little thinner than usual, but that was to be expected with everything he'd been through lately. Lesser men would have looked a lot worse than he did right now.

Returning his focus to the task at hand, Stephen took the shaving cream from the side, covering his face with water before adding a thick layer of foam. Each stroke of the razor removed more hair. He hadn't let it grow this long since he was a student and if he had been provided with a pair of scissors to get rid of the bulk, it would have been a lot easier for him to tame the mane. It was a laborious and meticulous process, but finally after several minutes the sink was full of shorn hair and slowly dissolving shaving cream and as he wiped his chin with a towel, he checked the results. Only a couple of nicks, not too bad considering he didn't normally use this kind of apparatus for shaving. After smearing on some soothing post shave balm, his attention turned to the aftershave on the side. Mystery by Le Givoss. His signature scent for the past decade. It was no mistake that it was here.

Picking up the box, he saw the same tear in the top left corner that his own one had. There was no questioning it, Diane had brought it deliberately from what used to be their shared home, but what did it mean. Was it a sign that she still cared? That she wanted him to have the bottle she had bought for him last Christmas? Did she still hold some feelings for him, or was it just some kind of strange mind game? Another question he wouldn't be able to answer. He had more than he could count at this point, so he just got on with it, pouring some of the sweet, musky smelling liquid into his cupped hand and rubbing it under his arms, over his chest and a little patch above his crotch. It was a special occasion after all, might as well give Diane something nice to smell while she serviced him. The thought of his wife on her knees in front of him made him smile with lust and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he took a slow, deep breath. This was really happening.

Pulling on the clothes that had been left for him, he gave himself a few minutes to just breathe and focus on what was to come. The black trousers and blue shirt he had been given were plain and unremarkable, but he was hardly in any sort of position to complain. Soon they would be discarded so he could be naked with her once again anyway. “Let's do this,” he whispered to his reflection before walking to the bathroom door and pulling it open.

“Ready sir?” asked the larger security guard.

“As ready as I'll ever be,” Stephen replied with as much conviction as he could muster.

“This way sir,” the other guard instructed politely, gesturing with his arm to show that he should head into the master bedroom, “The Prime Minister and Ms Thompson are waiting for you in there.”

‘Ms Thompson?’ Damn, it hurt to hear that she had changed her title already, although it would be all legal and official soon enough and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. As he entered the bedroom it was dimly lit by a lamp on a table at the edge of the room, Diane was sitting on the edge of the bed, Terrance relaxing comfortably, one leg folded over the other in a large leather chair in the corner of the room. He had made some changes since Stephen had called this his bedroom, a few velvet throws, some ornate statues and paintings probably worth several thousand pounds adorning the room. It was hardly Stephen’s ideal setting for what was to come, but that decision was out of his hands.

“So, have you decided whether you want to accept the offer?” Diane asked, a slight hint of concern in her voice. Which outcome was she afraid of, him agreeing to have sex with her, or his refusal and the beating that would inevitably come after?

“Y…yes,” Stephen stammered as he tried to clear his throat. “I will accept your offer. It's not like I have much of a choice.”

“Good decision old chap,” Terrance exclaimed jovially as he clapped a couple of times to punctuate his point. “My lady is all yours, so feel free to let loose and have lots of fun, it is your last time after all!”

God he was smug, Stephen couldn't stand it, but he knew that Terrance's henchmen were standing outside the door, so once again he knew there was nothing he could do about it. “You're going to stay?” Stephen asked in a slightly uneven voice as he tried to remain composed.

“Yes, I will be staying. I have to make sure you treat my lovely Diane properly after all and you did get to watch me and her way back when, only fair you return the favor, don't you think?” He asked before winking at Stephen arrogantly. He was clearly loving every second of this, reveling in Stephen's desperation and misery. When he had fucked Diane for the first time as Stephen looked on, Terrance had held all the power and even now, with the roles reversed and him being the one to watch, the PM was still completely in control.

“Maybe you could learn a thing or two,” Stephen replied as confidently as he could, using the same words Terrance had used on him several months earlier.

“That’s the spirit old chap!” Terrance replied, chuckling to himself, impressed with Stephen’s chutzpah, “I’ll make sure to take some notes," he joked, picking up a pad and pen from the table beside him.

“If you boys have finished, shall we get started?” Diane asked, rising from the bed and unbuttoning her jacket, letting it fall to the floor haphazardly. She wasn’t making any effort to be sexy, to turn Stephen on as she removed her clothes, this was clearly just an obligation to her. Pulling off her blouse, her large teardrop shaped breasts fell free after being pulled upwards by the fabric, bouncing and jiggling a little as they settled, causing Stephen to bite his lip in excitement. Her breasts had always been his favorite feature and he remembered how good it had felt pressing his cock between her cleavage as she used them to stroke his cock, bouncing up and down as she looked up at him, love radiating from her.

“Can you help me with my skirt darling?” she asked as she walked over to Terrance who gladly undid the zip, pulling it down past her wide hips and virtually drooling with desire as her cheeks came into his vision. She was looking over her shoulder at Terrance, smiling widely as if Stephen wasn’t even there, wiggling her hips for the man she now called her partner. Kicking off the skirt and removing her heels, she returned her attention to her former lover, walking across the room to him, completely naked except for her plain gray underwear. They were just another reminder of what this was, designed for her comfort, not to titillate and arouse, although she still looked good in them despite how cold and mechanical this all felt.

As she stood before him Stephen could barely process a coherent thought. He had pictured her like this in his mind so many times, naked and waiting for him to make love to her. He thought back to all the times he had been sleeping on friends' sofas, in family members' spare rooms picturing this exact moment, hard, but unable to cum. There was some sort of wall holding him back, a mental block that he couldn’t get past, but there was no time for that now, it was time to rise to the occasion. Standing up from the chair, he glanced over at Terrance who was watching intently, giving him an approving nod before turning his gaze to Diane. Their eyes met and he looked for any kind of inkling, any glimmer of hope to show that she still loved him, cared about him, found him desirable, but if there was, she was keeping it well hidden.

“So, where do you want me?” Diane asked, arms folded beneath her breasts, pushing them upwards and making them look even fuller and more delicious than usual. The time had come. One last time with the woman he loved before he had to say goodbye. Time to give her the fucking of her life. One thing was for sure, they were both going to remember this day forever, whatever the outcome.