“What are you doing home?” I asked her, dumbfounded by her totally unexpected arrival.
My wife’s normally composed, extremely sure of herself face dissolved before my eyes into a mask of relief, fear, and humiliation, as she blurted, “Oh, God, babe, it was just awful! There were all of these men…and he wanted me to…to fuck all of them, while he watched!”
She began to cry uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking, huge tears streaming down her cheeks. I rushed into the foyer and gathered her in my arms, whispering, “It’s alright now. You’re safe at home, with me…”
Chapter Eighteen
Mexican Disaster
I just held her for long moments, stroking her long black hair reassuringly and whispering that I loved her and that it was all okay, now that she was home. As she calmed down a little, I guided her into the living room and sat her down on the couch.
Sitting next to her, I once again held her and comforted her. As soon as she stopped crying, I got up and went into the kitchen and poured us each a big snifter of brandy. I rejoined her on the couch and handed hers to her, saying, “Here, drink this. It will help, I hope.”
We drank in silence and I finally asked her, “Where are your suitcases, your clothes; you’re jacket, for God’s sake?”
She took another big slug of her brandy and said, “Still in his house, in Mexico, I guess. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, picked up my purse, and walked out the front door and hailed a cab. It took me directly to the airport, and I caught the next flight back to LA.”
“Jesus, you mean you left all of your stuff there?”
Michelle shot me a wry look and said, “I didn’t take any of my good jewelry with me, so it’s just clothes, make up, and crap like that, plus the two suitcases. I can replace all of it easily enough.”
I took another drink of my own brandy. Ed was kinky as hell; I knew that from her past experiences with him, but what on earth had he done this time to warrant such an extreme reaction on her part? And who were these men, that he’d apparently wanted her to fuck?
I asked her softly, “What made you run away like that and just leave everything behind?”
She took a deep breath, and then let it out in a huge sigh. Looking over at me, she said, “You remember how I told you Ed does some business down in Mexico and that he was going to throw a dinner party for a bunch of his trading partners down there?”
When I nodded that I did, she went on with a tiny snort of anger, “That was supposedly one of the reasons why he wanted me to go along with him on the trip; so he could show me off to his business pals…kind of like I was his trophy girlfriend?”
I nodded again, remembering when she’d said that, too. She took another deep breath and plunged ahead, saying, “Well, that turned out to be only partially true. Ed does do a lot of business down there, and he did invite his friends to a dinner at his villa late this afternoon.”
She shuddered as she went on to say, “But it wasn’t like I was his girlfriend, and he was showing me off to them. Oh, no, I was supposed to be dessert, after the dinner was over! He told me just before they all got there that he expected me to…entertain them all, and him, too, while everyone else watched!”
My mind went numb with shock. I stammered, “You…you mean…he expected you to…?”
Michelle finished her brandy in one big swallow, and then said, “Yeah, he expected me to fuck them and suck them and do God knows what else with them: it was supposed to be a ten man gangbang, with me as the centerpiece! You know Ed’s tastes: I’ll bet he had some really off-the-wall things planned for me and his nine amigos!”
“All nine of them,” I repeated hollowly. I still did not quite believe what I was hearing, “plus him!”
We just stared at each other for long moments. Finally, I asked her, “How did you react; when he told you what he had in mind for you, I mean?”
She gave a mirthless little laugh and said, “I played along, of course; I acted as if my fucking nine men all night long--in addition to him--was no big deal to a whore like me!”
Again, she shuddered as she went on to say, “God, you should have seen some of these guys, darling! Not only were some of them old and ugly and fat; the way all of them leered at me made my blood run cold!”
I held her in my arms again and comforted her some more, relieved that she had gotten away so easily from a truly desperate situation. I mentally wrote off the two suitcases and the clothes, glad to have her back in my arms and safe!
****
We had one more brandy and then went straight up to bed. I tucked her naked body in next to mine after turning off most of the lights in the bedroom.
I held her close again, asking, “Had he done or said anything up to that point that made you nervous?”
She laughed and said, “You know Ed! He made me do some really nasty, kinky things while we were down there together; before tonight, I mean.”
Michelle stopped talking abruptly, as a thought clearly hit her, and sprang out of bed. She returned, seconds later, clutching her cell phone.
“I could show you; I…uh…shot a lot of video from our times in bed together,” she said, looking over at me hesitantly. “Some of it will be…pretty rough for you to watch. I was really slutty with him on this trip, honey.”
I’ll be damned if my cock didn’t start getting hard immediately! What the fuck was wrong with me?
This Ed guy had made my wife behave like an out and out tramp before the camera and I still wanted to see it! He had almost made her play the whore for a bunch of creeps she didn’t even know, and yet I still wanted to watch her in illicit, obscene action with him!
But I couldn’t deny, even to myself, that I wanted to see it. My hard on wouldn’t let me!
I did want to see that video, God help me. I couldn’t seem to hold myself in check!
“Let’s just watch a little of it,” I murmured, totally ashamed of my own behavior.
She gave me a rueful, understanding smile and said, “You perv; you love seeing this stuff, don’t you?”
I merely nodded that I did, unable to meet her eyes with mine, too appalled at the depth of my own depravity to trust myself to speak. She scooted in close to me and whispered, “Hey, it’s okay, really!
Heartened by her tone, I risked looking up at her. She was blushing, but she was smiling ruefully as well.
“I…I sort of liked all of those nasty things he did to me, too,” she murmured ashamedly. “It wasn’t like he ever had to force me to do any of them!”
The seconds ticked by and she further admitted, “And I loved showing off for you on video! It’s like I was proud of what a slut I’d been with him, somehow. When I found out it turned you on—all of the gross things I’d done with him—and when the two of us had super-sex after watching it together …that was just the…best!
Neither of us spoke for long seconds. At last, I laughed and held her tight, saying, “God, but we’re fucked up, babe! It’s a good thing we’re married to each other. Who else would have us?”
Michelle shrieked with relieved laughter! We chortled, as we clung together; we howled until tears ran down our cheeks, clutching each other’s naked body close.
It was as if it was all out in the open between us at last--she had this incredibly slutty side to her nature, and I reveled in it! I absolutely loved it!
“Let’s see what you did this time, kitten,” I said at last, still wheezing from laughing so hysterically, trying to catch my breath as we settled back onto the pillows.
She emitted a naughty little giggle and then said, “Well, I think I really surpassed myself this time. Wait until you see…”
****
“Holy fuck, honey,” rasped as I watched the small screen on her cell phone.
Michelle was in bed with Ed, licking from his ass cleft up to his prick tip, slowly, spreading a small river of her slick saliva in front of her wriggly tongue as she went. Along the way, she shoved that tongue as far up his ass as it
would go, and wiggled it around for him as he filmed her.
“I…I was kind of drunk by then,” Michelle offered in her own defense, “and I was so turned on! He’d just eaten me for, like, an hour straight, before this happened.”
She turned toward me and whispered, “I came, like, a zillion times, honey. He’s really good with his mouth. I felt like I…owed him!”
The Michelle on the screen was cooing as she sucked at his asshole. She moved her lips up his spit-slick perineum—the area between his anus and his ball sac—until she was nuzzling his nuts.
Ed groaned with lust as she sucked his left one in and began to lick it as she nursed on his wrinkly sac. Michelle switched to the right one and began to hum as she sucked at it and lapped away.
“You’ve got to do that to me,” I sighed, my eyes never leaving the screen.
“Gladly,” she agreed instantly. “I’m usually not that nasty with you because…well…because you’re you!”
I whipped my head around and stared at her. She colored and said shyly, “I never did all of the things for any guy that I’ve done for Ed before. I’d never met a man as nasty as he is, up until now, so I didn’t know I’d enjoy doing them so much!”
She took a breath and then added, “I’ll do anything you want, babe. Now that I know I can; now that I know it will please you, and not disgust you!”
My cock jumped and I was sure I was going to come without her even touching me. I found—much to my shock—that I didn’t care if I came or not!
Such a loss of control in front of Michelle would have embarrassed me no end until now. But I abruptly realized that her times with Ed had erased all of the old barriers between us.
There was no “right” or “wrong” anymore, not between us! If it felt good, we’d do it--our sex life had now become as simple as that!
I kissed her passionately and she seemed to pick up on my joy, the utter ecstasy I felt at this realization. Our kiss was both exciting beyond belief, and tender at the same time.
“I love you,” I murmured when we finally broke off the kiss.
“Not as much as I love you,” she sighed, tears in her eyes as she looked at me.
There was a choking sound from her phone and I looked over to see Ed’s huge cock bucking and spewing endless streams of jism onto her face and down her throat. I didn’t care: all of that was behind us now, and it didn’t mean a thing!
****
“That is so damned kinky,” I murmured, watching my wife’s lascivious performance onscreen. “How did that feel?”
In the video, Michelle was naked and her arms and her long legs had been securely tied to a rough-looking wooden table. From its surroundings, I guessed the table to be located in Ed’s kitchen in Mexico.
She was lashed down, on her back, her long legs dangling off the side and tied to the table legs. He was naked, too, and he was holding a plug-in vibrator with a huge ball-shaped tip against her shaved bare pussy, concentrating on her clit.
My wife was screaming, tears of joy/pain running down both of her cheeks as she came and came, endlessly. Her big tits were pumped full and I could see her nipples peaking atop them as she quivered and bucked atop that table.
“I came, over and over again, for…” her voice trailed off uncertainly, and then went on, “well, it seemed like forever.”
“Was this before or after the hour-long pussy-eating session?”
“It was the next day,” Michelle replied after thinking about it for a moment. “It was on the first night we were there that he ate me for so long, as well as fucking me in the ass and in the pussy nearly all night!”
I couldn’t help it; imagining that—while I was looking at the exquisite torture/stimulation of her poor clit—made me harder than ever. I whispered to her, “Do you have some footage of that?”
She smiled and said, “Tons of it. The camera was right next to the bed all night, both nights, and so there should be lots of video of me getting it in both holes; but first look at this!”
Onscreen, Michelle had started to squirt! She shivered atop that table and her cunt spewed out jet after jet of clear liquid, and all the while she was screaming about how marvelous it felt to orgasm that intensely!
My breath froze in my lungs as Ed reached over and calmly picked up an empty water glass. He held it in front of her gushing pussy lips while he continued to buzz her clit with the big vibrator in his other hand.
“Did he…?” I left the question unasked as the glass slowly filled up to halfway full.
“Yeah, he ordered me to drink it all, as soon as he stopped masturbating my clit with the vibrator,” She confessed in a soft voice.
“And…?”
“See for yourself,” she whispered, sounding defiant, a bit proud, and thoroughly ashamed of herself—all at the same time.
I glanced back at the screen and saw Ed untying her upper body from the table. As she sat up, he handed her the glass, which was three-quarters full, and commanded her to drink it all down.
She did, not taking a breath until it was all in her stomach, staring straight into the cell phone camera as she obediently swallowed it. With a wry little smile—as though she realized full well what a bad little girl she’d just been—Michelle licked the fluid from her lips, getting the last of it, and swallowed that, too!
“It doesn’t taste as sweet as my pussy lube,” my wife commented, “but it’s not pee, either. It was hot and watery and slightly sweet; totally unlike urine.”
I couldn’t believe the girl I’d slept with for going on eleven years now, the mother of my two children, was sitting here calmly discussing how the fluid she’d squirted during her climax tasted! But I had just watched her drink most of a water glass full of it, so I had to accept that she knew what she was talking about!
“Swallowing my own come while Ed watched—knowing you were going to see it too—really turned me on,” she said simply, nodding toward the screen, “and it had the same effect on Ed; just watch.”
Onscreen, her lover rapidly undid the ropes holding her feet and eased her limp body off the table. He propped her up against the nearby wall, with her sitting bare-assed on the red-brown kitchen tiles—and bent at the knees.
Michelle, onscreen, tilted her head back automatically for him and let him slip his hard on into her lips and fuck her face full out! His long, hard dick disappeared into her sucking mouth--all the way up to his swinging nut sac--again and again as he held the cell phone off to one side, filming his brutal throat-fuck!
“How…how did you feel, when he was using you like that?” My words were choked with emotion; illicit excitement, outrage at his treatment of my wife, and wonder that she seemed so…into it!
“Part of me hated it,” she confessed. But then she looked over at me and whispered, “But a part of me loved it, too!”
She nodded once again at the screen and murmured, “Look at how I’m sucking him; watch my tongue making circles around his cock head while he skull-fucks me!”
God, he’s got one huge dick, I thought as rammed it in and out of my defenseless wife’s mouth and throat. And she’s taking it all!
Ed suddenly gave out with a low moan and I heard Michelle swallow, hard. A torrent of sperm must have been jetting into her abused mouth, because it started to leak out of the corners of her lips as he continued to fuck her face as if there was no tomorrow!
I watched her throat work frantically, and knew that she was gulping down all of the semen she could, but it was just too much for her. In the end, copious gouts of it oozed out of her lips and down onto her chin as he kept on reaming out her oral cavity, until his big balls had been thoroughly drained.
Mercifully, the video ended there, at least for the moment. My dick was so hard by now that it ached, and Michelle seemed to know it.
“Come on, sweetie, let me take care of that for you,” she said softly, reaching for my throbbing hard on. “My pussy is so wet from watching that nasty video; I really need a good fucking right a
bout now!”
Chapter Nineteen
Ed
That was only the first of several times we fucked. We spent the whole night just cuddling and watching what an incredibly bad girl Michelle had been down in Mexico, before her hurried flight home.
My dick just wouldn’t seem to stay down, but she was more than ready when it stiffened up once more. She was on me all night, sucking and licking and stroking me to even greater hardness before I plunged my cock into all her holes and unloaded.
I came in her mouth, up her ass, and in her pussy. She loved it all as much as I did, coming furiously right along with me, nearly all night long!
We dozed off in each others arms somewhere around four o’clock in the morning, I guess. It was just coming up on one in the afternoon when we finally awoke.
“How about me fixing you some breakfast, stud?” Her voice was a sultry whisper.
I didn’t want food as much as I wanted to fuck her again! I couldn’t seem to get enough of my sexy, cheating wife; I just wanted to plunge my dick into her all the time now!
It was as if I couldn’t believe she was all mine again. I couldn’t quite grasp the fact that we were together, naked, in our big bed. It was as if all of those times with Ed were a nightmare; a bad dream we’d somehow shared.
And yet, we both knew they weren’t. There was all that cell phone video, for one thing, to attest to its being real.
In addition to that, there was this new feeling of complete intimacy between my straying wife and I. Michelle was capable of almost any sort of nastiness in bed: I knew it now and, rather than repelling me, it turned me on something fierce!
She was what everyman secretly fantasized about; a loving, caring life-partner who was outwardly the perfect mother and wife. Yet once in the bedroom, she was a demon, a slut; an out-and-out whore who was more than will to do whatever her man craved in bed—no matter how kinky it was!
“Breakfast sounds good,” I said, holding her close; my cock, improbably, firming up against her belly, “but you sound even better!”
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