Michelle’s grey eyes twinkled with amusement, and with slight disbelief as she whispered, “God, I can’t believe you want more sex…not after last night!”
But I clearly did, and so did she, as it turned out. We kissed passionately once more and rubbed our naked bodies against one another as we did so.
In no time, I was inside her again. And she was so wet she was almost sloppy!
That made sense. I must have come in her pussy at least twice last night and early this morning, and neither of us had showered.
But it wasn’t entirely my own jism that was making her so slick inside. She was as on fire for me as I was for her as we fucked!
“Oh, babe, I can’t get enough of your sweet cock,” she murmured as I rutted down into her.
“It’s not nearly as big or thick as Ed’s,” I reminded her, grinning confidently.
“He was fun,” she admitted, smiling up at me. “But this one is the one I really want inside me for the rest of my life!”
****
We had drifted back asleep for a while, after that last torrid coupling; then we’d gotten up, showered, and thrown on some clothes. After a huge breakfast consisting of a large, shared ham steak and eggs, toast, and orange juice, we’d sat around reading the LA Times Sunday Edition in the rec room, drinking coffee.
It all felt so normal, you’d have never guessed how much sex we’d shared the night before; let alone suspected that my wife had just escaped from being the centerpiece at ten man gangbang down in Mexico! I looked over at her, reading the Calendar section, probably some movie review of a children’s movie we might take our kids to see.
The front doorbell rang and she put the magazine down and went to answer it. I was somewhat engrossed in the sports page, so I let her.
I heard a man’s voice, followed by two loud thuds on the tile floor of the foyer. Michelle was speaking, but she was far enough away so that I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying.
Then there was the deeper sound a man’s voice once again. But I couldn’t understand his words either.
Michelle cut him off, her voice rising in what sounded like anger. Curious by now, I rose from my easy chair and went to see what this was all about.
Ed Livingston closed the front door confidently and locked it behind him. He had an almost smarmy smile on his face and Michelle’s two suitcases were lying on the foyer’s tiles, on each side of my wife; the obvious source of the two thuds I’d heard.
I recognized him from all the video I’d seen of him. He was wearing clothes now, but I still knew exactly who he was!
“Well, this must be the cuck,” he said contemptuously, glancing in my direction. “Don’t bother to introduce us.”
What the hell was a “cuck”? I asked myself the question, when all of a sudden it hit me: “cuck” was short for cuckold!
I exploded with anger, starting towards him. Ed Livingston was taller than me, probably six-three.
He was also lean, with lots of ropey muscles. I’d seen his naked body on film often enough to know just how he was built!
I guessed we weighed roughly the same, about one-eighty. Though I was out of shape compared to him, and he was probably stronger than me, I thoroughly intended to kick his ass!
After all, this was the guy who’d made Michelle his bitch! This was the guy who used her every way a man could use a woman! This was the guy who…
“Hold it right there, Galahad,” Ed said disdainfully, holding up a DVD he’d just slipped from inside his sport coat pocket. “You’d better watch this, before taking a swing at me.”
Stalking right past me when I stopped in mid-lunge—as if this was his house, not mine—he went into the living room and over to the DVD player below our big screen television. He slid the disc in and crossed the room to the coffee table, where he found both the DVD controls and the TV remote.
“Here, I think you’ll find this interesting,” he said, firing up the screen and starting the player. “Scratch that--I know a guy like you will find it fascinating.”
Michelle’s naked body was suddenly on the big screen. Ed’s massive dick was down her throat and she was devouring it eagerly.
He fucked her mouth like it was a pussy for long seconds and you could see the head of his prick moving up and down her throat as she lashed at him with her tongue. The bulges made by it against her hollowed-out, sucking cheeks were apparent.
The color, resolution, and general quality of the DVD were far superior to those offered by the cell phone video she’d showed me. This was almost cinematic; this was similar to a Hollywood production!
“I have video cameras hidden carefully all around my house down in Mexico, in case you’re wondering,” Ed said in a superior, condescending tone, obviously very pleased with himself. “I have hours of video down there of your wife, just like this one; even dirtier than this one.”
He went over and sat down on the couch, putting the two remotes down on the coffee table again. Smiling up at us, he said, “I intend to make copies of this soon, and send them out to guys I know to be clients of yours.”
Jim was looking at Michelle as he said that. His grin deepened and took on an obviously cruel cast as he added, “It ought to be fun, watching them drop you like a hot rock, baby, once they see what a slut you are in your spare time.”
He chuckled and then added, “Or maybe some of them won’t. But I bet they want their cocks sucked in return for staying with you!”
His laughter evolved from a light chuckle to a full-on belly laugh as he said, “Yeah, you might even add some client base as a result of my little mail-out…but all of them will want a turn with you in the sack, Michelle. That tight little pussy of yours is going to be very busy in the coming months!”
She gasped audibly at the thought of that, and I draped protectively my arm protectively over her shoulders. Michelle was shivering with dread as she asked, “What…what do you want?”
“Well, for starters, I think I’d like you naked, right now, bitch! He all but screamed the demand at her, morphing from a nastily joking prankster to a flat-out psychopath right before our eyes in just seconds!
This guy was close to the edge, mentally. His eyes were crazy, like he could lose it totally any second.
“And then I’d like to put you through your paces—with the cuck, here, watching and making no move to interfere with our fun, of course,” he continued; his manner suddenly becoming calm once more. “And then I’ll want you down in Mexico, about this time next month for a few days.”
He shot her a dirty look and said, “I was able to mollify my guests last night in your sudden absence by making a quick call down into town, to some local girls I know. They were kind enough to come right over and…take care of my guests after your unexpected departure.”
Ed Livingston made a “tut-tutting” sound and went on to say, “My business associates weren’t particularly happy with that arrangement, of course. I’d had those same girls over to entertain them a few times before, and they were so looking forward to some spectacular gringa pussy…especially after meeting you.”
His face brightened as he added, “But that will just make next month all the sweeter; all the more exciting! Anticipation, after all, can be quite an aphrodisiac.”
“What if she doesn’t agree to all this,” I blurted out, my heart sinking as I imagined Michelle, on her knees and naked before ten leering men, sucking their cocks, letting them do anything they wanted to her lush body!
“That’s easy,” Ed replied; his eyes as devoid of feeling as a shark’s, “I’m going to ruin your lives totally. Copies of a special version of this DVD, with my face pixilated out but with my cock left intact, will be going out to all of your clients, Michelle, as I said before.”
He turned his dead eyes my way as he assured me, with a tiny, taunting smile, “And to your firm’s advertising clients, too, cuck. I already have a list of most of them, just from asking around. I’m sure the ones I’ve missed will make them
selves known soon enough. Everybody wants to see a sex tape containing naughty images of someone they know or of his wife; just look at Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton.”
I realized that he was right! If he made good on his threat, all of the southern California business community would be all abuzz with gossip about Michelle and me, practically overnight!
Everyone would want to see that footage—our live would be ruined in days, hours, maybe!
I looked around at our very nice, very expensive house, at the fine furnishings, at the sophisticated electronics. Glancing at the big screen, I saw Michelle was now down on her hands and knees, next to the sparkling pool water, and that a huge cock was being thrust deep into her perfect ass as she moaned, “Harder…deeper…!”
Was there anyone, anywhere, who wouldn’t want to see that? I assured myself morosely that there wasn’t.
“Someone is bound to put it on the net,” Ed said, as if reading by bleak thoughts. “It will go viral practically overnight. Michelle is a stunner. And the fact that she’s a respected, successful businesswoman and the mother of two adorable kids, living in suburbia? That will be merely the icing on the cake! Within a week of its being posted, millions of people will witness her acting like a total slut!”
I thought of our kids, suddenly ostracized by their friends’ parents—who suddenly wouldn’t want our tainted offspring playing anywhere near their precious children—once that video was released on the web. An image of the four of us living in Albuquerque, New Mexico, or Ames, Iowa, or Timbuktu, under new names, doing God-knew-what to earn a living, suddenly popped into my head and I couldn’t seem to shake it.
In that instant, I knew we had no choice: we would do whatever this monster wanted. He seemed to realize that too, saying calmly, with an infuriating little half smirk,
“Strip for me; right now, Michelle.”
For long seconds, nothing happened. And then, her hands crept up her blouse, where her shaking fingers began to undo the top button.
“Wait,” Ed commanded.
His malevolent gaze turned to me. His eyes blazing with triumph, he said softly, “You, cuck, why don’t you strip your wife for me, so that I can enjoy her right in front of you?”
I grimaced but, after a moment more of considering our options and realizing again that we didn’t actually have any, I did as he asked…
Chapter Twenty
Total Domination
Ed Livingston had arrived at our house with the two suitcases at around four in the afternoon. He didn’t leave until four the next morning.
In between his arrival and his departure, I witnessed my wife committing every depraved sex act you could think of with another man. It started out right there in our living room, on the couch, with the DVD playing in the background.
With trembling fingers, I undid the button on Michelle’s top and removed it. She was now dressed only in her light bra, and a pair of shorts, and thong panties underneath.
“All of it, cuck,” Ed said impatiently, standing up once more and starting to shuck out of his sport coat and casual shirt.
I reluctantly stripped off the rest of Michelle’s skimpy attire, leaving her naked before our leering “guest”. He was down to his under shorts by then, and they vanished along with the last of her garments.
God, that thing looks even BIGGER in person, I told myself, stealing a glance downward, at Ed’s massive “equipment”.
He fisted his oversized cock as he stared at her and then turned to me once more, saying, “You, too, cuck; take all of your clothes off. I want to see how you react while I degrade your wife!”
I felt my heart sinking to new lows. My dick was already half-hard, God help me, and I didn’t want Ed to see that; to witness what a true pervert I really was!
But his hard blue eyes were unrelenting, so I slowly removed my shirt and the old pair of walk shorts I had donned to wear downstairs to breakfast. I was soon down to my boxers but it was already obvious that I had the beginnings of a hard on.
He laughed and pointed at my tenting shorts, saying, “I knew it! Michelle said you really got off on her being with me!”
Mortified, I slipped my boxers off and revealed my growing wood, casting a forlorn glance in my wife’s direction. She was blushing with shame; clearly sorry she had ever said anything to this cruel bastard about me and my little…eccentricities!
“It’s okay if you stroke it, cuck,” he said magnanimously, sounding as if he was dealing with an inferior life form. “I intend to put on quite a show for you with your little wife!”
He glanced over at Michelle and said in a commanding tone, “On your knees, bitch! Let’s show hubby how much you like my big dick, shall we?”
As her lips moved near the head of his semi-hard cock, he cautioned her, “You’d better please me, with this little performance. No holding back, just because hubby is looking on in person.”
She looked up at him in a mild panic, realizing that he was ordering to be as slutty right now as she had been on those videos, as he added, “That’s one thing that has always set you apart, Michelle; how willing you were to act like the raunchiest slut alive when you were with me. I’d hate to lose that.”
He glanced over at me as I sat in my recliner, nude, with a growing hard on—despite my best efforts to stay soft—and an anguished look on my face. Livingston said with a sneer, “I’m sure the cuck would feel cheated, too. You said he really got off on what a bad girl you were. It would be a shame to disappoint both of us now!”
Telling myself again what was at stake here, I once more concluded that she had to do this! And she had to please this perverted wretch!
I steeled myself to what I knew I was about to witness and gave her a curt nod of acquiescence, letting her know that I understood what she was about to do; that it was okay with me if she just let herself go with this animal. That one nod conveyed to her my total acceptance of the necessity of her being as nasty as possible with this man.
She nodded back to me almost imperceptibly, and turned to face Ed Livingston’s rapidly-hardening dick straight on once more. Michelle leaned forward slightly, kissing the reddened tip, and then laving it with her tongue.
Its owner looked over at me in undisguised exultation as his cock got a thorough tonguing from my kneeling wife. He said, “She’s really good at this, isn’t she? Your wife likes sucking cock as well as any slut I’ve ever met!”
Michelle’s body trembled when he said that, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy laughing at my discomfort.
She sucked his cock head into her mouth and began to lick it even more intensely. He looked down at her and said softly, “That’s it, baby; you know what I like!”
My wife’s head tilted backward as more and more of the burgeoning prick entered her mouth and, eventually, her throat. Her tongue never stopped moving as she blew him, and soon her lips were going all the way down to the base of his long cock with each head lunge.
I could see the outline of his massive prick tip in her throat as he bottomed out in her mouth. Still, the ever-moving tongue circled him, caressing, teasing; licking up his pre-come so she could swallow it for him as I watched.
“Oh, yeah, this bitch is special,” he sighed, looking over at me again as her lips continued to worship his swollen manhood. “Don’t worry. I’ll let her suck me all the way off before I leave, so you can see how much she likes to swallow my come, cuck.”
He grinned and added, “But right now, I want to feel that talented little tongue of hers on my balls; maybe up my ass! And then I want to fuck her, hard and deep, while you watch! How does that sound?”
It sounds like torture! I wanted to scream that back at him. I wanted to pick up the nearby fireplace poker, and bash his brains out with it!
But I said nothing and made no move to arise from my recliner. My dick was completely hard now, as I watched Michelle begin to tongue his huge balls.
She now seemed lost in the moment. My wife slurped and sucked at the b
ald nut sac eagerly, her tongue going wild on both of the hanging, tangerine-sized ovals, before she popped the left one into her mouth and began to noisily suck on it as she stroked his hard cock in her fist.
She’s really doing it; the thought entered my numbed mind. Michelle is gobbling up his balls as if she can’t get enough of them, as if she really WANTS to do this!
I sat, too stunned to move even if I had wanted to do so. Michelle continued to attack his scrotum, licking and sucking frenziedly, her wet kisses loud in the otherwise silent living room; and all the while, her hand went up and down the impressive cock shaft, her saliva making it slick and juicy-sounding as she stroked it.
“You like seeing that, cuck?” Ed Livingston chortled. “Doyou like it as much as I do, when your little slut of a wife goes nuts over my balls and my big cock?”
I shuddered but didn’t say a word in return. My eyes shifted back down to Livingston’s crotch where, when he slid his feet further apart, Michelle knew just what he wanted.
Wordlessly, she licked from his balls down to his ass cleft. She teased him with her tongue tip until he finally said, moaning slightly: “Shove it in, babe! You know what I like; suck my ass for me and tongue-fuck it!”
Michelle only made a tiny mewling sound as she moved her head further down between his spread legs as he stood there in our living room, like some sort of obscene Colossus of Rhodes, his feet far apart to give her greater access.
I gasped as I saw my wife lick all around his anus and then noisily kiss it. Breath refused to enter my lungs as she began to do just as he’d asked; sliding her tongue up into his asshole, fucking it like a small, limber pink cock!
Her hand never ceased its relentless pistoning up and down on his towering erection as he sighed, “Oh, that’s it, honey, lick out my butt hole for me, before I toss you on that couch and rag doll the shit out of you!”
My mind seemed frozen in shock. I’d seen her do this on film a few times, so I knew she’d done it for him.
But seeing it in person sent a wave of nausea through me, accompanied by a raging horniness! I couldn’t believe that the mother of my children, my wife of ten years was enthusiastically licking out another guy’s anus, right here, in our living room!
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