Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 05

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Gerard establishes control of Christina, who does the same to Alex

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Tuesday afternoon, March 12th

Alex saw Christina burst through the entrance of O'Malley's like she was riding a wild bull leaving the chute. The analogy seemed apropos, considering she was consumed by the idea of being ridden by one, albeit of the BBC kind. Her head was back, her huge chest bouncing, the tight spandex half-top she was wearing barely containing them. Almost all of her long, toned legs were exposed from the obscenely short shorts she had on. Between the two was her bare midriff, the abs she'd been concentrating on in her workout regimen starting to show more and more definition. She was well on her way to a feminine six-pack.

He hadn't expected her to come straight from the gym. He hadn't actually expected her at all, but it wasn't unheard of for her to call and see if he might be free for lunch. However, she'd never met up with him dressed in anything other than a sharp, yet modest outfit. It was the first time he'd ever seen her in public exposing so much skin, and the cock that had been hard since before she called him to tell him where to meet her began to leak pre-cum again. He'd been holed up in hos office watching X-rated videos that he'd downloaded onto his laptop, daydreaming about Christina being a hotwife. He knew she was trying to meet up with Gerard, hoping to get back in his good graces, desperate to convince him to be her bull again. In many ways Alex was just as desperate. Or at least he thought.

As she got closer her smile widened. He was happy to see her in such a good mood. It was vastly different from the morning, when she'd been upset about her failure to connect with Gerard. Perhaps she'd been able to repair things, but he hoped part of her change of attitude was because he'd been able to secure the table she requested. It came at a price, but that didn't seem to matter any longer. Not when that smile became so sultry, steam should have been escaping from her mouth.

It wasn't until she was almost to the table that he noticed. Up to that point, he assumed the heads that had turned when she passed were because of her hot, scantily dressed body. That changed. She had such a look of confidence on her cum-covered face. His was etched with trepidation.

She slid into the booth next to him, forcing him to move to the inside. He couldn't help but recall what happened the last time she'd sat there; moments before she left, she had him jack off in a glass. It was how she'd ended their conversation that day, first confronting him about his optical infidelity and then acting out her proportional response. She drank that glass of cum right there at the very table she was sitting at again. It was the first time she'd ever tasting his cum in their fifteen years of marriage. Downing the contents, she proved her willingness to become a slut. Then she left him there so she could become the hotwife they both secretly desired.

While she'd struggled to keep up the momentum she'd started that day, failing to have a second encounter with her would-be bull, by all outward appearances that seemed to have changed. She was wearing a load of cum in public, like she was supposed to do after that initial hookup. Obviously she was in the midst of making up for that mistake.

"Hello Alexander," she hissed as she leaned over to give him a kiss. He reacted by pulling back, and she shot him a disappointed glare.

"Christina, you've got... stuff on your face."

"I know where my face has been, dear. And my mouth. Mind you, I haven't the foggiest idea who those cocks belonged to, but I'm well aware of how their cum ended up where it did. It's there because I let them, in case you were wondering. Now give your hotwife a kiss. You're embarrassing me."

"I'm embarrassing you? You just walked in here looking like a whore!"

"They didn't pay me, Alexander. I sucked their big cocks willingly. That makes me a slut, not a whore. But who knows, I might become one of those down the line too."

"What are you talking about!?"

Frustrated with the lack of affection he was offering, she took matters into her own hands. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him into a hot, steamy kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth like she was checking for cavities. He mumbled in protest at first until he felt her hand move to his crotch, squeezing his erection.

Finally pulling back, she left him breathless for a moment. Patting his cock through his pants, she said, "I knew this excited you... the idea of me kissing you with a mouth that just had a couple of cocks stuffed in it appeals to you, doesn't it?" she teased. "Your cock never lies to me like the rest of you does."

Blinking wildly, he tried to come to grips not only with the kiss, but what she'd said.

"I'm excited because you excite me. I've never lied about that."

"Dear, if I excited you as much as you claim, you wouldn't have been looking at porn in your office today, just like you still do at night. But that's okay, because I get to do naughty things like I just did... and I'll be doing more of the same again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Well, tomorrow... and Thursday and Friday. From what I've been told, I'll be sucking a lot of cock," she shrugged. Picking up the rum and Coke he'd ordered for her, she took a long, sexy drink. "Mmm... that's really good. Anyway, I'm just getting back into the good graces with my bull, so I'm going to do whatever he tells me to do. If he wants me to strip naked and suck the cock of whatever man walks into the men's locker room at the gym, I'll do it like I just did. If he wants me to let them cum on my face, and then tells me to take a selfie with you in this bar to prove I'm his obedient little slut, then I'm going to do that too."

Leaning to her right, she reached around and pulled him into her body, making their cheeks touch. He groaned as she held up her phone, telling him to smile. He did so reluctantly; it was forced compared to her brilliant, happy one. He could feel the sticky semen pressing into his skin. But that wasn't the worst of it.

"Now kiss my cheek to prove that you love me like this."

"What!? No!"

Letting go of his shoulder, she brought her hand around, returning it to his lap. Grabbing his balls in her fist, she clenched tight, making him yelp in pain. "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough. I'm being tested by my bull, and I will not disappoint him again," she scowled, "so don't... test... me!"

She loosened her grip just enough to let him breathe, but also remain in control. He grimaced at first before turning and pursing his lips, pressing them against her soft skin. She took another selfie of the two of them before giving him another order.

"Since you just embarrassed me again, now you have to lick some of that cum off my face. I trust you're not going to disappoint me like I did Gerard."

"No," he replied with a quiet disdain.

Relaxing her fingers, she kept them on his crotch. He felt the heat from her palm as she gently cupped his balls. But her voice remained stern. "Don't skimp. Find the biggest glob, and save it on your tongue for me."

She took two pictures; one of him licking up the gift she offered, the other of him showing that prize on his tongue before he was made to swallow it.

"Please tell me that won't become a habit," he pleaded.

"Oh, I can promise I'll have more facials. Likely tomorrow if my guess is right. And truthfully, I think we both know that won't be the last time I make you do that."

"I understand that, but..."

"How many times have you told me to stop worrying about things you can't control?"

"Christina, please. That's not part of my fantasy. I don't watch videos like that and you know it."

"I respect that. At the same time, because you opened my eyes, I've watched a lot of videos on my own. And I realized I have fantasies too. Since we're going to be on this journey together, yours and mine need to find synchronicity. It's going to take time, and patience, and trust... and yes, compromise. I'm willing to be a hotwife for you. To provide you, for real, the fantasy you've been craving for longer than you will ever truthfully admit to me."

He nodded, almost ashamed of that silent confession. Her smile softened knowing they were connecting within their new dynamic. It was definitely a monumental step. Still, she had to quickly reaffirm the hierarchy.

"I'm willing to put myself in situations that I would have found horrifying six months ago, Alexander. I'm the one that's taking almost all the risks. I'm not saying I won't reap the benefits of the men I'm definitely going to suck and fuck, but you know you're going to get something out of this too, with nowhere near the exposure. Look, I know you're my rock, sweetie. I've never taken that for granted. It took everything inside me to actually confront you about your hotwife obsession the last time we sat here. I honestly didn't know if we'd end up still together... I was scared we might be heading for a divorce. But I love you."

"I love you too."

"And yet I had to confront you about your desires in this very restaurant... in this seat. It was a huge risk, but I did that having faith that we'd work it out. You provide so much for me. You're there for me... financially, emotionally; even sexually whenever you bother to fuck me," she teased. "And you're an incredible father to the kids. I know you feel you can't put yourself out there too far for our kinks. You'll naturally try to hold back for fear of doing damage to our family. That's why I'm going to push your limits. I'm in charge of our sex life now. And make no mistake, on occasion I'm going to deliberately make you uncomfortable, because there's a thrill in that that even I'm only beginning to understand. We've talked about this before. We're not husband and wife anymore. That life is over. If you're honest with yourself, you'll accept that I'm now a hotwife... and you're whatever role I want you in. In that relationship, the hotwife always cums first. Do you agree to that condition?"

He nodded again, and affirmed his intention to go along with her rules. He wanted to, even as it scared him to death. She sensed his disquiet.

"Let's take a moment to think about what I did today, Alexander. In the spirit of compromising, I'm willing to expand on what I shared. Do you want to know?"

She moved her hand to his cock, feeling it pulse wildly from her touch. It was providing his answer, but that wasn't good enough for her.

He moaned, "Yeeeesss."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Ma'am."

His reverent response caught her off guard, and it made her smile.

"Good boy. Today, I was told to strip off all of my clothes in the hallway of our gym . I gave them to the man I'm hoping will be my bull again. He told me to go into the men's locker room... a locker room I'm certain you've been in. I was instructed to go into the middle of the room, get on my knees, and suck the cocks of the first two guys that walked inside. When they came, I was told to close my mouth and let them cum on my face. When I finished with both of them, I had to walk to his office... which I thought was in the front of the place, to be honest. So, I started walking through the gym, only to find out it was really right next to the locker rooms all along. He'd planned that, which I should have expected. Anyway, he gave me my clothes, told me to get dressed, and told me to come back in the morning ready to suck more cock. So, I'm going to."

"Yes. You've made that pretty clear," he chuckled, coming to terms with it.

"Glad to hear you'll approve. In the meantime, as I was driving home, he texted me and told me to meet you for lunch. I was told to walk down the sidewalk like I should have the day he fucked me, with my face covered with cum. That's why you see me like this. I have to text him a picture of us together shortly to prove I've obeyed him. After that, I'm sure they'll be another challenge or two I'll have to meet before the day is over. Maybe he'll tell me to show you one of the videos of me sucking cock today. I have them, but I don't feel I can show them to you until he says so. I'm not fucking up again."

"You have... videos?"

"Doesn't every hotwife?" she winked.

He visibly shook from her revelation, and that had her giggling as the waiter came over. The handsome young man did a double take when he saw her face, which made her smile.

He introduced himself as Todd, and that he would be taking care of them.

"I like the sound of that," she said in a sexy voice tinged with innuendo. "I'm Christina, and this is my husband Alexander."

Todd was indeed young. And very bright. Picking up on the vibe at the table, he nodded toward him. "Your husband is a very lucky man."

"Luck had very little to do with it," she retorted, with no real meaning behind it at all. It just felt like something she should say, and for whatever reason it struck a nerve with Alex.

Todd politely ignored the comment, no doubt being mindful that his tip depended on proper decorum. "Have you had a chance to look over the menu."

"No need. I'll have a small garden salad with vinaigrette on the side, a brioche roll and some water with lemon to go with my rum and Coke. Alexander will have a light Caesar salad, a slice of Italian bread and an Irish coffee."

"Very well, Christina. I'll go place your order and be right back with your drinks."

"You can bring them with the food, Todd."

"Privacy it is," he grinned.

"That's one good waiter. Very astute," she commented as he walked away.

"Why did you tell him our names?" Alex asked in a flash of paranoia.

"Because he told us his."

"It was on his nametag."

"Which meant I had to tell him ours for him to know. I was simply being polite, Alexander. Does that throbbing erection keep you from using manners? I didn't tell him I'm a hotwife. I didn't introduce you as my cuckold... but I'll certainly do that next time if you'd like."

"Uh... no thanks."

"Good. Now relax."

"Well, why did you order for me? We're in an Irish pub."

"And I ordered you an Irish coffee."

"That's not... I wanted a burger."

"First, a burger it hardly Irish. And second, I'm in control. We just went over that."

His voice lowered to a whisper. "I thought you were in charge of... our sex."

She fought to keep from squealing in delight. That he'd just accepted that premise as fact was another huge step. Holding her joy inside, she answered, "I'm in charge of whatever I need to be in charge of when it comes to our sex life. I've got cum on my face. My hand is feeling how hard you are. I'd say this qualifies. And for the record, I reserve the right to evoke my hotwife privileges at any time, especially when we're in public, so get used to the idea of following my lead."

Sliding his napkin across the table, he batted his eyes, "Can you at least please wipe that stuff off your face?"

"It's not stuff. Call it by its proper name, dear."

"Can you wipe the cum off now?"

"No. I told you I need permission," she said as she stood. "I want you to go into the bathroom, take off your boxers and bring them to me."

"What!?"

"Stop with the fucking questions and do what I ask you to do. I really don't want to abuse your balls again, but I most definitely will if I have to."

He saw she was serious and he got up and left. She sat down and started firing off texts and pictures to Gerard, hoping it wasn't too late. He'd given her a time by which to comply, and she'd gotten a bit sidetracked having to handle her husband. She told Gerard what she had done since she gotten his text while driving, hoping it would be to his liking.

He got back with her less than a minute later, and he was pleased. He even commended her for finding a way to get Alex to lick some of the cum off her cheek. He gave her permission to remove the cum, but warned her it would be temporary. Then he gave her the next couple of challenges he expected her to complete, just as she'd foreseen.

"Oh my God," she said under her breath, reading the text a third time to make sure she understood. A shiver ran through her, much like the one that coursed through Alex when she teased him about having naughty videos on her phone. Taking a big swallow of her drink, she sank deep into the cushioned bench seat and closed her eyes. "I hope I can do this."

Alex returned a short time later, his boxers stuffed into his pocket. She got up and made him sit on the inside again. Holding out her hand as she sat, he looked at her with a sheepish stare.

"Don't make me ask for them. I told you to bring them to me. That implies that you hand them over as instructed as soon as you return."

He struggled to get them out of the pocket, any extra room he had in the front of his slacks had been taken up by the underwear and the enormous erection he'd been sporting for hours. Finally wiggling them free, he placed them in her hand, and she in turn put them on the table.

"Why didn't you just put them in your jacket pocket?"

"I was trying to hide my erection. You're just going to leave them there?"

"For the time being. I did finally get permission to remove the cum off my face."

"Thank God. Do you want my napkin?"

"I said he gave me permission. I didn't say I was going to do it. I think I look pretty. Don't you?"

Before he could answer, Todd brought out their orders, and Christina took advantage.

"Here you go, sir. Caesar salad with Italian bread and an Irish coffee. And for you, Christina, your garden salad, vinaigrette on the side, with brioche and a water with lemon. Can I help you with anything else?"

"Yes, Todd. Can I ask you a couple of quick questions?" She felt Alex bristle next to her, but her attention was on the handsome young waiter.

"Of course," he smiled.

"It's none of my business, and you don't have to answer... I was wondering how old you are."

He chuckled. "I'm old enough to serve alcohol. Why?"

"Couple of reasons. I was concerned I might be corrupting an impressionable mind..."

"Yeah, I'm not eight. I suppose this has something to do with what you're wearing."

"My outfit?" she asked playfully.

"More the incredible way you choose to accessorize your look."

"So, you don't mind?"

"I think that's more of a question for your husband. I've seen my fair share of facials in person. Granted, never in public, but I've seen them."

"Ever give any?" she winked.

"Well, the easiest way to see one up close is to be the one who gives it, don't you think?"

"Hmm... interesting. My other question was, well, to be blunt, Alexander has been a bit embarrassed that I'm wearing cum like I am. He wants me to wipe it off, and I will before I eat... but I asked him if I look pretty like this and he didn't answer me right away. And then you came with our food, so since you're here..."

"Are you kidding? You're gorgeous, Christina. I told you, Alexander is a very lucky man."

"Even with how I'm presenting myself?" she hissed.

"Personally, the thing I find sexiest about a woman is confidence. That you're beautiful on top of it... that's a very dangerous and alluring combination."

"Do you ever live dangerously?"

"Ha! I've been known to."

"Good to know. So, for the record, you approve."

"Let's just say I'm the second luckiest man in here because you wanted to sit at one of my tables."

Picking up the boxers, she used them to clean up her face. Todd remained tableside, and when she finished, she looked up at him for another approval.

"My God, you're hideous," he winked before turning. "Enjoy your lunch. I'll be back to check on you in a little while."