Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 01

But she did make that agreement with her husband, which meant she was lying to him. She didn't like it. In fact, she hated herself for it. The old feelings of guilt from her religious upbringing came pouring back every time she went home with a pussy full of another man's cum. The only way around it was to tell Alex, but she didn't know how. That is until he slipped up and forgot to buy the condoms that she never intended to use anyway. It was a not-so-calculated risk, which could have blown up into a huge fight. It could have even been damaging to her marriage overall. That notion quickly disappeared with the fervor with which he was eating her.

"Oh fuck," she moaned to herself, knowing the orgasm that was quickly coming was going to be the most intense she'd ever had from Alex eating her out. And that was saying something, because she'd learned only recently how incredible he was at that particular skill. It was just another discovery she'd made once they'd opened up their minds and began living out their fantasies.

Leaning back against the counter, she fought to keep her eyes open, trying to make sure the kids were still frolicking in the pool. Knowing they'd be alone for quite a while, she let go, allowing the magic that was happening between her legs to fully envelope her. Grabbing his hair, she thrust her hips forward, forcing his chin further into her groin; grinding against his wonderful mouth.

"Fuck, I'm such a slut," she gasped, her eyes finally snapping shut. "Fuck! Make me cum! Make your slutty hotwife cum! Aaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!"

Twenty minutes later she was sitting on the couch, sipping another glass of wine. Alex was curled up next to her, his head on her lap as he closed his eyes. She hummed softly, running her fingers lovingly through his hair as she watched the children splash in the pool.

He was coming to grips with what had just happened, his mouth a bit sore; his tongue a little numb as he tried to calm his breathing. She was doing the same, her pussy still trembling from the two intense orgasms she'd just had.

"Alexander?" she asked quietly, breaking the silence between them.

"Yes dear," he replied, never opening his eyes.

"I'm not using condoms with him," she admitted.

He took a deep breath before exhaling, "I know."

"I mean... I haven't been," she confessed.

"I know that too."

The calmness of his response surprised her. Still, she felt compelled to continue. "He refused to use them. He said he wouldn't fuck me anymore if I ask again."

"I understand."

"You should know he's been tested. He goes to the doctor and gets checked every month."

"Why?"

"Sad to say, he fucks a lot of women like me."

"You mean hotwives," he smiled. He could feel her disappointment.

"Yeah... I was foolish enough to think I was the only one. I'm just part of his harem."

"But you're not foolish enough to quit."

"What?"

"That's why you're telling me this, isn't it? You feel guilty about not doing what we agreed to do, but you have no intentions to stop fucking him."

"Yeah... I guess that's it. Are you mad at me?"

"A little, but I'll get over it."

"I love you, Alex."

"I love you too, Christina."

She paused again, coming to grips with the acceptance and love she felt from her husband at that moment. It was a big step for both of them, and she knew it. Still, she felt she needed to make sure she had his trust. She also wanted him to know they were still just beginning this journey together.

"Alexander?"

"Yes dear."

"I promise I'll use condoms with all the other men I'm going to fuck."

"No you won't," he replied with a resigned sigh. "You've almost never used them since you started fucking other men. It was silly of me to think you'd actually do it."

"You're right. Who are we kidding? I don't like using them, and you like it better when they cum inside me anyway. Don't you!" She giggled when she felt his body tremble against her. "I'll take that as a yes. I promise I'll use them when it's really warranted, Okay?"

"Do you care to define warranted?"

"No. It's a hotwife's discretion. But I'll use common sense. You need to trust me."

"I do."

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Friday morning, May, 17th - DAY 1

"Are you sure this is it?" Christina asked, sitting calmly in the passenger seat of her pristine new Lincoln Navigator. She'd had it a little more than two weeks, the new vehicle more worthy of a hotwife than the minivan she'd been 'forced' to drive before, which practically screamed mother and never offered the image of a slut behind the wheel.

"No, not at all. I'm not sure about any of this," Alex replied, his entire body riddled with angst. He looked at the text on his phone a fourth time, hoping he was wrong. Shaking his head, he let out a resigned sigh. "But this is the address he sent me."

"Then what are we waiting for," she said cheerfully.

"You to change your mind," he mumbled beneath his breath, knowing that wasn't going to happen.

She waited a moment, understanding he was struggling with his emotions. He'd been stewing for hours. Just that thought brought a wry smile to her face, but she'd finally had enough of his moping. "Alexander, I don't want to be late. Now get out and open my door, please. We don't want to keep him waiting."

"Very well, dear," he responded, immediately pulling the handle. He knew she meant business since she'd called him by his given name. He hated it, almost as much as he loved it; the conflict residing within him becoming more familiar. It was twisting inside him like a maelstrom, ready to consume him from the inside out.

That feeling in his stomach was more than a pit. It was an abyss filled with wallowing and self-pity, mixed with a healthy serving of anger and anguish. To say he was an emotional wreck was a disservice to the phrase. Yet there he was, marching dutifully around the back of the SUV much like a chauffeur; which at the moment he actually was.

He held out his hand, helping her from the seat, and she straightened her plain yellow dress as she stood on the crumbling pavement. It was not what he thought she'd wear; not when compared to most of the new wardrobe she'd been sporting whenever she was in full hotwife mode.

"Grab my bags, please, honey," she smiled, nodding toward the side door.

He opened the back door, picking up her suitcase as well as her overnight bag, struggling to hold them while trying to shut the door. The luggage was expensive, and the area surrounding them was more mud than dirt from the overnight rains. He struggled more that she'd changed her tone, calling him honey. As odd as it was, he would have much preferred that she continue calling him Alexander at that moment.

He followed her up the broken sidewalk, big sections of it missing altogether. It seemed fitting, what with where they were. He had to trudge through more mud. She did too but she didn't seem to care, happily humming as they made their way to the smallish brick ranch. The boarded windows on the left didn't faze her, nor did the bars over it. There were also bars over the windows to the right, as well as on the door in front of the entrance, like a steel cage. She knew it was to keep nefarious people out. He couldn't help but wonder if it was to hold someone captive inside. At the moment that seemed more likely to him.

They were in a bad part of the city on the lower west side, miles away from their palatial suburban home in a gated community near Laguna Beach. Alex was a corporate attorney, making more than a comfortable living in the greater Los Angeles area. Christina, his beautiful wife of fifteen years, was a stay-at-home mom, tending to their two children.

He felt they had a great life, providing for their ten-year-old boy, and a daughter that was eight. They were a healthy, wealthy family, enjoying Southern California and all it had to offer. Money had never been a concern. As it turned out, happiness was, and apparently you can't buy that.

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It was Alex that wasn't happy at first. He thought it was just him, believing it was a middle-aged crisis thing. He was only forty-five, but he was ten years older than his wife and approaching fifty didn't sit well with him at all. He did the normal things a man with money does. Nicer car; newer clothes. And while he was always physically fit, he even started working out more because he didn't want to think of being overweight or out of shape as he got older.

Part of it was vanity on his part; having a gorgeous younger wife, he knew she was constantly stared at, even though she always dressed ultra-conservatively. In fact, he always thought she dressed far too modest for a California-born woman. She had a perfect figure, and her long brunette hair perfectly framed her striking features. He wasn't exaggerating when he told her often she could be a model.

Christina didn't see herself that way. Her life to that point was a cliché. She'd been raised in a strict Catholic home and always struggled with her self-image. She'd been told what to wear, how to act, and how to think her entire upbringing. Hell, even her name was based on her parent's faith. While Alex had helped bring her out of her shell, she still found compliments about her appearance hard to accept.

They'd met at a community college. He was then twenty-nine, teaching a course on introductory law for some extra cash to pay off student loans. She was a lost nineteen-year-old Ecomomics student that stumbled into his classroom by mistake. Too embarrassed to leave his lecture and make a fool of herself, she stayed for the entire thing. He knew she didn't belong as soon as she sat down in the front row, having already taken attendance. He had a hard time controlling his stare, finding himself enamored with her emerald eyes.

After class, he motioned her to come up front. She sheepishly approached and he asked her what class she was really looking for when she came in. A half-hour later they were sitting in a coffee house, laughing about the whole thing.

She was immediately attracted to him. She found him handsome and charming, and his sense of humor brought out her girlish laughter all too easily, making her almost woozy. His attraction to her was much cruder. She was a hot co-ed that he wouldn't be teaching, which made her fair game. He could tell her body was incredible even underneath her drab brown outfit. The invitation to coffee was more of an invitation to bed. It just took him a lot longer to get her there than he ever imagined.

That was for two reasons. The first was her upbringing. He found it difficult to peel past the layers of protection that had enveloped her through how she was raised. That led directly to the second reason. He eventually became the first man she ever slept with, almost a year after they met and started dating.

She found it difficult to believe a young, successful lawyer who was becoming quickly respected in the legal community would have any interest in her. He found it hard to understand why she didn't flaunt the obvious assets she'd been given by the very God she worshiped so faithfully. The sin of having sex before marriage almost broke them up; only his quick marriage proposal soon afterward calming her. There was still a long confessional with her priest to admit what she'd done, but she knew with a few religious hurdles to jump over, she'd be forgiven. It was nothing that a couple dozen Hail Mary's and rubbing of rosary beads couldn't resolve.

Marriage started off great. Alex was well on his way to becoming a partner in his firm, finally achieving it three years ahead of his self-imposed schedule. Christina played the part of doting wife to perfection, just like her mother did.

The one thing she didn't expect was how much she enjoyed sex with her new husband. She'd been told forever that it was only a part of being a good wife, and it was always described as more of a chore than something to enjoy. According to her mother, a man needed sex. A wife didn't, other than to have children, but she had to. Part of a wife's job was to be available for her husband sexually whenever he needed it, no questions asked.

Christina had lots of questions, though. She felt guilty at first because she found herself craving that feeling he gave her when they made love. The closeness. The connection. She had no frame of reference obviously, but she knew Alex knew what he was doing in bed, because the orgasms she had were incredible. Of course, she had no idea that in reality, her husband was also very well-endowed. His cock was long and thick, and seemed to her like it was made of granite when it was hard. Yet the skin was so soft and smooth. She was infatuated with it, and while their first few encounters were painful, she soon adjusted to his size, and her life changed.

The more they had sex, the more she liked it. The more she liked it, the more she wanted it. Yet there was that guilt beneath the surface. Women weren't supposed to like sex, at least according to her mother. It wasn't until a close friend clued her in to the warped thinking of the church that she realized she'd been duped all along. It had worked though. She didn't get pregnant out of wedlock because she'd been brainwashed into thinking sex was a bad thing. And brainwashed meant physical punishment.

Christina's mother was a mean, manipulative bitch that used whipping as a behavior modification tool. Even when the behavior in question was quite normal for an adolescent young woman. Christina was disciplined weekly for what she might do, her bare ass beaten with a switch to keep her obedient. Sex was bad, and the rod would see to it that the impure thoughts would be kept at bay. It was a miserable upbringing; one she promised would end with her. She was determined to break the cycle raising her own children.

So it was that after a few years the kids came along; first their son, followed two years later by their daughter. Christina took to motherhood naturally, making the job look easy. Her approach was kind and nurturing, and it was filled with honesty. Her love for them showed and they became her life. So much so that Alex took a back seat, the children's needs always coming ahead of his. He didn't mind and he certainly never complained. But with middle age fast approaching, subconsciously the lack of his wife's undivided attention began to take a toll.

It wasn't that he thought of straying. Sure, he had a wandering eye. Most successful Type-A personalities do. But he knew he'd hit the jackpot with Christina the day he met her. He wasn't going to mess up his marriage by fucking around. He was more concerned about her in that regard. He became worried that his being older was somehow going to become an issue eventually. She was so attractive and had such an incredible personality she could have any man she wanted if she bothered to look. The fact that he was the only man she'd ever slept with perpetuated that fear, thinking she would naturally become curious. Becoming obsessed with the idea that she might stray, he decided to do what he could to get her to look at him first.

He didn't know at the time that Christina was having some of the same feelings, although from an entirely different perspective. Certainly, her sex drive had dropped since they'd had the children. That happens naturally in every marriage, whether kids are introduced to the mix or not. But for whatever reason she didn't expect it. As much as she made it seem easy, her life was exhausting. Keeping up with a huge house, the grocery shopping, the laundry, making sure she got the children wherever they needed to be... she worked more hours than her husband did each week, and she never got a day off.

Not that she ever complained. She knew she had a great life, and Alex provided for them in so many ways that it didn't feel right to criticize. But when he suggested they get a maid to do the housecleaning and laundry, she took it as an insult; as if she weren't doing a good enough job as a mother. He was hoping to free up some of her time so they could spend it together, but her response was to double down and work harder, wanting to prove she was up to a challenge that was only in her head.

After a couple of months of working herself silly, she nearly had a complete breakdown. She did have an episode of despair, her emotions becoming so overwhelming she began to crack a bit. She'd pulled the minivan off to the side of the road after dropping the kids off at school, finding it too difficult to drive home. She sobbed for over an hour, having to move to the back of the van to be hidden by the tinted windows, not wanting to be seen by anyone passing by on the otherwise quiet street. When she calmed, she drove home, reflecting on how she was feeling at that moment.

It wasn't until she got home and went to take a shower that it all came to her. Standing naked in front of the huge mirror in her bathroom, she was startled at the image in the reflection. It wasn't that she looked bad. In fact, she really looked great. But she wasn't as toned as she used to be. Having two kids had changed her body, and even though some of them were good, like her fuller breasts and more shapely hips, she didn't care for her mid-section. She'd heard her husband complain about his for months. She didn't see him as overweight or out of shape at all. He looked the same as when they first met. But she didn't, and she foolishly wondered if he'd been offering hints that she needed start working out.

"Maybe that's why he's at the gym all the time," she thought as she ran her hand over her stomach. "Maybe that's why we don't have sex as often as we used to."

They were silly thoughts, brought about by insecurity and lack of intimacy between the two. Not to mention a serious breakdown in communication; something they both thought they worked hard at. Yet they both weren't talking, and left to their own imaginations, they ran rampant. Alex was convinced Christina was going to have an affair, and she was certain that the reason they weren't having sex as often was because of how she looked.

Oddly, she decided the best resolution to her hypothesis was the same as his, and she began going to the gym they belonged to, working out every morning after dropping off the kids at school. Yes, it would be more time she'd have to carve out of her already busy schedule, but it was important enough that she made the effort. What was one less hour of sleep, she thought.

Unfortunately, her solution backfired. She didn't know it, because they still weren't talking about how they were feeling, but Alex saw Christina's newfound interest in working out as a sign that she was out looking for a suitable man to have an affair with. That thought didn't come to him right away. It wasn't until she'd been going there about six months and he saw the changes. Not just in her appearance the few times he'd seen her naked. It was the spandex outfits he found in her closet... the ones she worked out in. They were the skimpiest things he'd ever seen in her wardrobe. After all, this was a woman that wore granny panties. Hell, he'd only ever seen her in a one-piece bathing suit, and they had a huge private pool in back of their house.

He could only imagine how hot she must look in those outfits, the material clinging to her like a second skin. He actually groaned. But it was more of a resigned one. In his delusional mind, this was a woman working out to attract another man.

And she had. There had been dozens of them, actually. But that wasn't the reason she wore the outfits. She did it simply to fit in. She found she didn't like being stared at when she wore her loose sweatshirt and baggy sweat pants. It gave her the appearance of being some bag lady. Thinking she was competing against other women at the club, since her husband worked out there every evening before coming home, she took a page from what she saw them wearing. Her thought was that if any potential woman that might be interested in her husband found out she was there, she had to make sure she looked better than them. That way they'd back off.