Ok, so all I need to do is act naturally, as if my husband isn't a monster for one afternoon. I can do that. And, really, I don't feel like he's a monster who has stolen my memories and erased my whole life for his own selfish reasons. When he opens the door at the end of the day, smiles at me and pets Borg, I'm happy to see him. A warmth fills my chest and a smile spreads across my face that I don't have to fake. And when he hugs me and tells me that he's missed me, I naturally hug him back. I've missed him all day, as usual. Nothing he does, nothing I learn about him, can make a dent in the warm feelings I have for him.

I know he has forced me to feel this way and this is betrayal. He's turned my own mind against me. But I push all of those truths away because they won't help me. I need to act like nothing is wrong, so I embrace all of the fake, programmed feelings I have for Shane.

I hug him back. I smile at him. I flirt and make small talk over dinner. When we come back to his quarters with Rick trailing behind us, I return Shane's kisses with enthusiasm. I remove his suit, kissing his hard belly and moving my hands over his familiar body. The sparse hair on his calves and thighs tickling my palms as I kneel before this man who I've belonged to. I take him into my mouth, tonguing and sucking exactly the way he likes. I gaze up into his icy blue eyes as he grabs onto my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth. He always starts out trying to be gentle and exercise control, not going too deeply, not hurting me. It never lasts though. I hum so he can feel the vibration against his sensitive flesh, move my tongue purposefully against the underside of the head and I let him see the naked longing in my eyes. I let him see how much I want this, how much I want him and his passion and loss of control. I want to feel him get rough because he can’t help himself and what I'm doing to him makes him lose it.

But he doesn't lose control this time. I had thought he would push me to choke on him, but he doesn't. Instead of forcing me down further on his hard length, he pulls me away. His saliva-soaked cock is bobbing in front of my face, then he pulls me up so I'm standing in front of him, as he huffs catching his breath.

I'm embarrassed to think that I had completely forgotten about Rick, but I had. I only remember that he's in the room when I feel his hands moving over me, removing my clothes. Then he's grabbing and squeezing me, pinching my hard tips, and kissing my neck. All the while I'm gazing worshipfully into Shane's face. As I feel Ricks palm on my lower belly, Shane is kissing me. As Rick pulls me back against his erection, lightly bites my shoulder and strokes two fingers into me, Shane is telling me how pretty I am. He tells me how much he misses me all day, that I'm ’fucking perfect’ and he doesn't deserve me.

He doesn't deserve me. The evil, manipulative bastard.

When I encircle his hardness, squeezing and jerking him off he says, "Good girl," and it fills me with that same warm glow of pride. I'm pleasing him. He's looking at me like I'm his everything. He finds me beautiful and sexy and worthy, and he loves me. And all is right in my world.

Rick is still rubbing me and stroking my pussy with those long expert fingers, but then he moves from my front to my back. He's still rubbing my button with that perfect pressure, pushing me relentlessly toward yet another climax. It's a jolt to my senses when his slippery fingers test my ass, circling and pressing.

"I want to take you here," he breathes into my ear, one fingertip pushing in, "Are you going to let me? Please?"

I squeeze Shane tightly in my fist, and hiss, "Yessss," as Rick's fucking that finger into me and adding another as I come.

"You're perfect, Honey," Rick growls into my neck, "you're going to let me fuck this gorgeous, perfect ass. It's going to feel so good, I promise."

I nod and whimper, limp in Rick's arms as he plays with my body, making me feel with so much intensity its dizzying. Shane has left and returned quickly with a tube of lubricant. I watch him pop the cap and squeeze a generous dollop onto Ricks fingers then toss it onto the bed.

Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

I can't see it, but I feel Rick moving his hand over his cock, his knuckles brush against me as he lubes himself up. This isn't the first time I've done this, but I'm still a tiny bit apprehensive. I've never done this with Rick. But he promised me it would feel good, and I trust him to be careful. I try to focus on that and relax.

Shane sits down on the floor and motions me over to him. I'm confused and don't move away from Rick.

"I'm going to lay down here," he gestures at the floor, "I want to lick your pussy while he fucks you. Come on, you'll like it!"

I'm stupefied–I can't believe he wants that. I don't move.

Rick takes control, lifting me over Shane as Shane lays flat. My knees are positioned on either side of Shane's face. His big, warm hands are kneading my thighs and ass as he pulls me, bringing my cunt against his face so that he can lick and suck on my clit with gentle enthusiasm, lapping at me like I'm the most delicious thing and he's savoring my taste. Then he's stabbing his tongue into my pussy, and oh fuck, oh my god, I reach back and try to grab fistfuls of his too-short hair. I'm about to come on his face.

Shane laps at my clit while Rick is pushing first one finger and then two into me, opening me. He’s right, this is a dark and intense pleasure and I want more. As soon as I think it, Rick is replacing his fingers with his cock and pressing the head of it against my ass. He's massaging my cheek where he's gripping me and pressing quick light kisses against my back, "That's it. You're doing so good," he pushes into me–it stings, but I breathe out deeply to try and relax as he praises, "...Look at that. Look at you taking my cock. This feels so good, Honey, you're so tight and hot."

He pushes me forward, giving himself a better angle and a better view as he forces more of his cock into me and it's back to feeling good now. I feel stretched and too full and acutely, exquisitely turned on. Shane starts licking me with renewed enthusiasm, moving the flat of his tongue against my clit while Rick starts to fuck me with shallow strokes and that's all it takes. An orgasm like lightning breaks over my whole body as I come on Shane's face and Rick's cock at the same time. I think I scream, it's that intense.

I'm peripherally aware of Shane wriggling out from underneath us, and then I'm falling to the floor. My chest flat on the soft carpeting, and my hips propped up and held still as Rick continues fucking me, chasing his own orgasm. I'm just lying there, a limp ball of twitching, post orgasmic after-shocks as Rick continues fucking me until he comes, growling and digging his nails into the meat of my hips.

Then Rick is snaking his arms around me and hugging me from behind, kissing my shoulder and saying soothing things like, "That was so good," and "I love you so much," then he's flopping down on the floor next to me.

I'm about to snuggle into his arms and maybe doze off when I'm grabbed from behind. I give a startled eeep as my knees are roughly pushed apart and the head of Shane's cock is pushed into the opening that Rick vacated just moments before. I'm physically ready for it I guess, having just been well-fucked and lubricated, but the surprise of Shane's intrusion has me tensing and tightening up.

Shane stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust, then he grabs my wrists. He pulls one and then the other behind my back and crosses them so he's holding both in just one of his hands. Then he slaps my ass and I jerk a little in surprise, accidentally impaling myself further on his cock.

"Fuck, that's a beautiful sight," he groans, spanking me again as he gains more ground fucking me, "You remember our safe word?"

"Yes." I answer, but I don't say it. I don't ever want to say it, I don't want him to stop.

"Good," he says, and I feel his hand flex and tighten where he's holding my wrists, then he pulls me back onto his cock, quickly forcing me to accommodate him, making it hurt on purpose. And I love it. I love him for doing it. He jackhammers into me, giving me absolutely no quarter and he uses me roughly for his own pleasure.

"Fuck," he grunts, "take my cock," he's panting, "want me to come inside you?"

"Yes," I just wish I could come with him, but with my hands being held, I can't touch myself, can't give my clit the stimulation that I need to push me over the edge. And then someone is touching me. Of course it's Rick knowing exactly what I need and giving it to me, stroking and pinching my needy clit with two fingers, helping me come on Shane's cock.

"Damn, that's good," Shane pants, "keep doing that." He fucks once, twice, and then he's coming, squeezing my wrists as he stills with his cock buried, pulsing inside me.

"Such a good girl for us," he murmurs, releasing my wrists and then kissing the back of my neck, "So perfect."

I think about that as we all shower and turn in, sharing the bed all snuggled up together. He keeps telling me I'm perfect, when all along he made me perfect for him. I've always loved the way he compliments me and praises me when we fuck, but he's really just patting himself on the back. He's congratulating himself on doing such a good job changing me, manipulating me to be exactly the woman he wants.

What an evil jerk.