Making and breaking of a cuckold – 1 Innocence lost

“Another beer Max?”

“Yes Peter, bring me another one”.

Hmm, no please. Bad manners, I decided. I returned with the beer and handed it to him.

Gemma spoke. “Be a darling and prepare some snacks Peter. We’re getting peckish”. I thought that should have been her job. After all, I was the one who worked long hours while all she did was stay home and go to the gym. But I did it.

I returned with the savouries and handed them around. There were no thank yous and they continued to chat and ignore me.

Max looked at me, “My beer’s empty. That’s a bit slack don’t you think? You’re not much of a host Peter”.

“Now look here Max … ”. The words had barely left my mouth when he stood and smashed me across the face with the back of his hand. I was stunned then he slapped me hard with his open palm then backhanded me again.

Max was big and strong and the blows made me see stars and my ears ring. I was disorientated.