Pandora's Box

PANDORA'S BOX by Andrew1968

All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This tale is dedicated to those who love cuckolding/hot-wife themed stories. Please be aware of these themes. Please don't say you weren't warned. I have been working on this story, on and off, for about two years now. I apologize for any mistakes in it. The story is what it is, errors and all...

This is a long story. It features a three-way sexual relationship between two beautiful women and one domineering man. It features two male voyeurs. The unfolding tale is set amidst the dark and murky underworld of a secret society which worships power, strength, and pleasure and has nothing but contempt for the weak, the incompetent, and the pitiful. It hence does have a philosophical element. The story addresses my interest in sex cults and harems.

Dramatis personae

Joan: a beautiful hot-wife

Andrew: Joan's cuckolded husband

Matthew: Andrew's best friend

Gina: Matthew's married girlfriend

Tom: Gina's older husband

An assortment of other minor characters

Please be aware: I will delete any rude comments on a regular and ongoing basis. Please don't send me any nasty emails as they are routinely discarded. I hope those readers who enjoy cuckolding/hot-wife themed stories enjoy this one.

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'Character is destiny:' Heraclitus

'Satan represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification!' Dr. LaVey

'The world is governed by very different personages from what is imagined by those who are not behind the scenes:' Benjamin Disraeli (Earl of Beaconsfield)

'Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely:' Lord Acton

'And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is:' Walt Whitman

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PROLOGUE - CHARACTER IS DESTINY

Some guys have all the luck, while other guys have no luck at all. Some men have no problem attracting women. In fact many girls will throw themselves at the right guy. Some males can't get laid no matter how hard they try. Some lesser guys will hook a woman, only to watch them instantly run off with someone better looking, more charismatic, more desirable, more successful, or far wealthier than they are as soon as that better male appears on the scene.

It's enough to drive a lesser male mad. It's enough to cause a failure to throw up their hands in despair and give up altogether. I mean how many times can you keep trying and failing before you permanently retreat from the scene, with your tail between your legs, while other more successful people laugh at you.

It's just a fact: there are a relatively small group of good looking and intelligent alpha males out there who are so sexually successful. I'm sure you've noted it yourself. There are always a couple of tall, dark and handsome types, in any social group, who never have a problem getting laid. Those guys have women lining up. Those guys are all that. Those males run through beautiful and dirty minded girlfriends so quickly. They are high performers in and out of bed. They're always fucking someone who's cute, promiscuous and bitchy.

On the other hand, there is a far larger collection of men, in the same social group, who are excluded from sexual contact with women. Their main sexual outlet is hence masturbation. Some men just can't get laid no matter how hard they try. Some men must use their hand again and again and again. Later on, with time, you would expect a lesser male to finally have some success. Many men, I think, realize they're not going to end up with some gorgeous model and they settle for someone who is more appropriate for them. There are, however some males who are never going to enjoy a sex life.

There are some men out there in the world who many people would regard as strange. It can be difficult to fathom someone's personality, someone's character, someone's motivation sometimes. Some men are an anomaly. Some men are not sexually successful and deep down they don't really want to be sexually successful. Those types of men enjoy watching others going hard at it. They are voyeurs who get off on seeing others enjoying themselves. Further, they are men who like to revel in their own envy, their own jealousy, their own feelings of inadequacy, their own pain. There are a few of those males out there in the world.

Andrew was that sort of man. He was a guy who enjoyed watching. He loved being an audience to a good strong performance in the bedroom. He was a cuckold through and through. He liked to wallow in pain and pleasure. He was all about the compersion. He longed to see, to watch, to study a far more sexually successful master than himself making their moves and getting all the women, particularly the females Andrew was in love with. It was just the way Andrew was. It was just the way he was. He loved missing out. He was born to miss out.

Below is Andrew's story...

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PART ONE - DREAMS OF A DARK OBSESSED MIND

It was definitely a special place to have a drink or two with an old friend, Andrew thought, as the man standing before him pulled the large door open while Andrew strolled through the entrance and into the hotel lobby.

"Oh boy, I haven't been here for a while," Andrew whispered as his steps echoed in the great chamber.

Andrew stopped in the middle of the enormous and luxurious lobby and slowly ran his eyes around the sumptuous space.

"It hasn't changed much at all. I haven't been here in four years and it hasn't changed much at all," Andrew continued to whisper.

There was no doubt about it: this was a location where many memorable moments in Andrew's life had taken place. It was a space where Andrew had come to learn so much about himself and had fallen deeper and deeper into the most delicious trap.

Andrew noted the front reception desk. He watched a couple of porters slowly pushing gleaming trolleys filled with suitcases towards the elevators at the far left hand side of the room. He noticed the long rows of lounges where a handful of people sat waiting. He looked up. He turned around and around. He scanned the floors above him. He noted the rows of closed hotel room doors. A memory of colliding bodies, the groans of sexual pleasure, and the cries of orgasms floated about in his mind as he looked up at the closed doors.

The entrance to the bar was at the far end of the room. It was the final destination for Andrew. He had come here to have a drink or two with an old friend, a person he still called his best friend, and a person he hadn't seen in years.

Andrew clearly remembered the last time he had seen his best friend, Matthew. It was four years ago. The meeting had occurred in this hotel and in the bar at the far end of the vast and opulent lobby. Andrew's beautiful wife Joan had been there as well for that fateful meeting between the two men. She, like Andrew and Matthew, had many memories associated with the space Andrew was now standing in and was about to walk into. Joan had made love to Matthew again and again and again, in many of the rooms, in that hotel, both before and after she and Andrew had become a couple and then gotten engaged. Andrew would forever associate the rooms and suites here with the torrid affair between Andrew's best friend and the woman Andrew loved.

Four years ago, Andrew, Joan and Matthew had met here for a drink. It had been an awkward occasion. Andrew had told Matthew he was cured. Andrew told Matthew that Joan belonged to him and to no other man, including his best friend. Andrew told his best friend that he had had enough and through a great deal of self-discipline and will power had shut that dark door into his psyche and wouldn't open it again. Andrew said he was cured; his addiction no longer had any power over him.

Joan had just sat there with a glass of whiskey in her hand as her husband spoke. She refused to say anything, apart from telling Matthew that she was married to Andrew and her affair with Matt had come to an end. Joan was with Andrew full-time and that left no room for Matthew. Andrew didn't want to play their destructive and demoralizing games anymore and Joan was going to respect her husband's feelings and wishes. That's all there was to it.

"I'm not going to do this with you anymore," Joan softly said. "I don't want to hurt you, Matt, but I'm not going to sleep with you ever again. This has come to an end, I'm afraid. Andrew and I want a normal life and a chance at having a regular marriage. Matt, we haven't been intimate with each other in nearly 12 months anyway, so I don't think it's such a big deal. Our affair is dead and buried, it's dead, it's as dead as disco. I'm afraid you're just going to have to accept our decision."

Matthew hadn't taken the news well. He had been trying to rekindle his relationship with Joan for months, but neither Joan nor Andrew would budge. It really did seem Andrew had turned over a new leaf. The newlyweds had rebuffed and rejected Matthew over and over again.

"You love me, Joan and I love you," Matthew stated, growing angry, "I know you do, there's no point in denying it. We were meant for each other. He can't satisfy you in bed like I can. All three of us know that."

There had been a long silent pause.

"There's more to life than just sex, Matt," Joan whispered.

"No, there's not - you love me, Joan, I know you do."

"That's not true, darling," Joan softly returned, before sipping her drink, swallowing and continuing, "I don't love you, Matt; at least I don't love you anymore. I love Andrew. I'm married to Andrew and that's all there is to it."

"It's true, Joan, and this is true as well: a leopard doesn't ever change its spots," Matthew said, pointing at Andrew, "your husband's a cuckold through and through and he'll always be a cuckold through and through. I'm the man here. I'm the guy who gets the girls. He doesn't. He never gets the girls and that's the way it should be and must be. That's the way he likes it! That's the way you and I like it, Joan! That's a fact: a leopard doesn't ever change its spots, Joan!"

The get together to set things straight ended up in a heated argument. Andrew and Joan left the hotel. Neither Andrew nor Joan had seen Matthew from that moment onwards. That last meeting to set things straight had taken place four years ago. Andrew was meeting Matthew for the first time in four years and he was nervous.

"Okay, oh boy," Andrew whispered as he started walking towards the door to the hotel bar.

Coming back here and preparing himself to see Matthew brought back some memories for Andrew - that was for sure. Andrew reached the door to the hotel bar. He pulled the smooth brass handle and the dark glossy wooden door swung open.

Andrew walked through the entrance. The door swung soundlessly back into place behind him. Andrew ran his eyes from left to right. The hotel bar was almost empty apart from a few small groups of older businessmen and some hotel guests. He saw Matthew - his friend was waving at him from a small table near the far end of the bar.

For a moment Andrew was frozen to the spot. Seeing his best friend for the first time in almost four years was a strange and unsettling sort of experience. Memories of Matthew passionately kissing Joan, in this bar, in front of Andrew, floated around in Andrew's mind; memories of Joan smiling at Andrew, cradling his face in her palms and giving him a soft peck on the cheek, then taking Matthew's hand in hers and leaving the bar with Matthew for yet another night of sex in one of the hotel suites danced in Andrew's head. The vague echoes of Joan and Matt's moans and cries of pleasure coming from behind the closed door to a hotel room haunted Andrew.

"I shouldn't have come here," Andrew whispered as Matthew waved at him again. "I've worked so hard to let all this go. I've come so far. I dragged myself out of the pit. I don't want to go back, I can't go back."

Andrew licked his top lip. He was all set to turn around and flee the monstrous place he had so foolishly walked into. He had been an addict: he had been addicted to watching, he had been addicted to celibacy, he had been addicted to humiliation, he had been addicted to masturbation, and he had been addicted to making sure his best friend got every woman he ever wanted, including the females Andrew was with and dearly loved.

"Andrew, Andrew," Matthew called out, hopping down off his stool, running across the room and putting his hand on Andrew's shoulder just as Andrew turned to leave. "Andrew, where are you going, dude?"

"I don't know, I don't know," Andrew said, looking disorientated and confused, "I should never have come here. Joan doesn't know I'm here. I don't know why I've come here. I don't..."

"Come on, come and sit down and I'll get you a drink," Matthew stated, cutting his best friend off. "God knows you look like you need it."

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Andrew sipped his glass of scotch. He put the drink down on the coaster. The good 16 year old alcohol burnt exquisitely in his mouth and throat as he swallowed. Andrew looked across the table at his best friend, Matthew. Andrew's mate was draining his glass of bourbon.

The two old friends had knocked back two whiskeys each so far. Both of them had caught up on each other's lives. It was a light, easy sort of conversation. The tone changed when Andrew spoke next. There was a definite transformation in the air.

"Joan and I have been talking about having kids," Andrew softly said as Matthew slapped his empty glass down on his coaster. "We want to start a family."

Matthew gasped and he shot Andrew a shocked look. Silence reigned for a few tense moments.

"Okay, okay, really," Matthew said, looking Andrew in the eye, and trying not to appear too disapproving, but failing badly, "I didn't realize you guys were talking about something big and important like that. I haven't been around for a few years though."

"Have you and Gina talked of doing something like that," Andrew asked, brushing off his best friend's displeasure.

"No, not yet," Andrew stated, "Gina's my steady girlfriend - she and I wouldn't do anything like that without consulting with her husband first. I think that's only fair. I must admit I've been thinking about it lately though. I wouldn't mind being a father. I wouldn't say no to that at all..."

"I hope I get a chance to meet Gina, Matt," Andrew suggested.

"Yeah, maybe you will," Matthew said in short crisp tones, picking up his mobile phone, tapping it's surface a few times and passing the phone to Andrew.

The woman Andrew was looking at on Matt's mobile was stunning. Gina was in her mid thirties. Gina was a beautiful female of Jewish descent with long fine dark hair, large almond shaped eyes, gorgeous plump lips, tanned skin and a beautiful body.

"Oh wow, she's so sexy," Andrew softly said, staring at the photo of Gina for a moment longer, before passing the phone back to Matthew, "you're very lucky, Matt, she's so yummy."

"She is and she's fantastic in bed as well," Matthew gloated, putting his mobile down on the table and then grinning at Andrew. "She gives the best damned blowjobs I've ever had. Your wife is great at giving head, but Gina's better. Boy, oh boy, I would really love to take both Gina and Joan to bed at the same time. That would be the greatest sexual experience for me. That would be the ultimate threesome for me. I'd love to get both of them pregnant at the same time if I could."

Andrew grinned. Matthew was always the same. He just lived for the sex and nothing more.

"But I guess that's never going to happen, is it," Matthew continued in an annoyed tone of voice, "though it really should happen - a three-way relationship between Joan, Gina and I would be so hot."

Andrew grinned self-consciously. He silently watched his jealous best friend on the other side of the table. He scratched his scalp. He picked up his scotch again and sipped. Joan was always an issue between the two men and probably would always be so.

"How long have you been with, Gina, dude," Andrew asked, trying to change the subject.

"About 2 months now," Matthew said and then he changed the subject, "hey, I thought Joan wanted to put off having kids, so she could pursue her career? Has that changed? I assume not? Are you sure you've thought this through, man? Are you sure you know what you're doing, bud?"

Andrew smiled. He dropped his eyes. He looked back up at Matthew. He sipped his scotch.

"Yeah, that was the plan," Andrew said, after finishing his drink. "I mean Joan and I have been married for five years now. She wanted to get through college and then get a good job. She's done that. I've done that. I mean it feels like the right time to do this. Our families are harassing us as well."

"Harassing you," Matthew asked.

"Yeah, Joan's mom and dad want grandchildren, and my parents are demanding it as well. That's all they ever talk about when we visit them - what's going on, when are you two gonna have some kids?"

Matthew winced. He looked displeased. Andrew softly grinned and then laughed.

"And are you really sure Joan wants that," Matthew asked. "I mean she's a brilliant trial lawyer and she could make partner in just a few more years - wouldn't her having kids ruin her chances? Have you really discussed this with her?"

Andrew drained the last mouthful of scotch from his glass. He placed the empty glass down on the coaster.

"I guess you could always look after the children," Matthew muttered, his mood stormy and his handsome facial features stony and bleak. "I can't believe this is happening to Joan. Jesus, I just can't..."

"Maybe," Andrew softly said, while Matthew scoffed and pointedly looked around the bar they were sitting in. "Joan's earning more than I am. We haven't really discussed who would give up working to become the stay at home parent. I guess I could do it. I don't really mind. I just naturally assumed Joan would give up working, at least for a while."

"Why should she have to give up work?"

"We still have to discuss it, bud," Andrew replied, feeling uncomfortable with the intensely jealous attitude of his best friend. "We haven't made a final decision yet."

"Right, yep."

"Don't be upset, Matt."

"I'm not upset, Andrew, in fact I think it's a great idea that you stay home and look after the kids. I just question whether you're the right man to father Joan's children. I would never let Gina's husband fuck Gina and conceive any children with her. Fucking Gina is my job, having children with Gina is my job. The same should apply to you and Joan. That should be my job and not yours."

Andrew sat there stunned. His best friend was acting like an obnoxious asshole again. He continued to regards himself as the bull and Andrew as the cuckold.

"Look, do you want another one," Matthew asked, abruptly standing up, ready to turn and go to the bar.

"Yeah, thanks, Matt," Andrew said.

"What are you drinking again: is it Lagavulin 16?"

Andrew nodded. Matthew turned. Andrew watched his friend walk towards the bar. Andrew watched Matthew at the bar. His tall, strong and good looking friend was angry. Andrew could understand why. Matthew was in love with Andrew's wife; Matthew was in love with, Joan. Those feelings had obviously not disappeared over the years, even though he had sexy Gina sucking and riding his cock. Andrew didn't blame his friend. Matt was in love with Joan - it was just the way it was.

Andrew sighed and turned away. He stared blankly at the far wall of the hotel bar they were sitting in. It was a drinking establishment in one of the best hotels in the city. The bar was dark. The bar smelt of old money. Andrew and Matthew once liked to come here, even though the drinks and food were overpriced and the hotel was well out of their way. Matthew and Andrew used to come here on a regular basis because they had both met the love of their lives here - the divinely beautiful and super-smart, Joan.