Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 10

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With their new lifestyle blossoming, Alex toys with Ashley.

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Thursday morning, March 21st

Christina shuffled across the floor, her movements slow and calculated. The descent down the tight spiral of the black metal staircase that led from the back of her bedroom to the kitchen below had been treacherous. Each step brought with it a low groan. It only reinforced just how used she had been the previous day, in a very literal sense.

She'd started a pot of coffee, and went to the pantry to get a bagel to pop into the toaster oven. Having set the temperature and timer, she moved to the fridge to get the creme for her coffee and cream cheese for her breakfast. It was there she saw her reflection in the stainless-steel door. It was blurred, but with a quick glance she affirmed that she was indeed naked.

"Jeez, you've become a brazen slut," she laughed as she tried to decide what to do. The idea of climbing the stairs was unappealing with how much her body ached. She popped a couple of Aleve as she tried to decide how to cover up. Part of her didn't want to. She was tired of having to pretend she was something she no longer was. Her trip in the van to pick up the kids from school the day before, wearing the same sexy, skimpy outfit she'd worn for her bull and her boytoy had been liberating. She didn't care what others might think anymore. Her only concern was the kids, and the impression it might have on them. Tommy seemed unfazed by her new attire, while Sarah only commented on the bright color of yellow, saying it looked sunshiny. Still, greeting the kids naked as they started their day wasn't a step she was quite ready to take, even if she no longer saw the harm in being more natural around them.

She walked to a lower level bedroom they used mostly for storage. It didn't have a bed, or any furnishings. It had an old treadmill that went unused since they became members of the gym, and most of the holiday decorations were in there. Yet it was the closet that she was currently interested in.

That's where she was temporarily keeping the clothes she was buying that better fit the description of a hotwife. She'd ordered several things online, but a great deal of the growing wardrobe was purchased just a couple of days before when she went shopping with her new friend Brandi. Opening up a drawer in the built-in unit along one of the walls, she sifted through the many bikinis she'd bought.

She drifted back into the kitchen wearing a string variety. It was a translucent white, the top straining to contain her breasts. The bottom was a thong that ran high on her hips, her ass cheeks exposed totally. The fabric showed not only the outline of her dark areolas, her new nipple rings were clearly visible. The contrast between the suit and her tan was striking, almost like it glowed.

The effect the outfit had on her self-confidence was astounding. She not only felt sexy, she felt desirable. Not that she would act anytime soon on the feelings being stirred inside. Her body was still screaming to her that it needed time to recover from what she'd put it through the day before.

She was sitting at the island on a bar stool, enjoying the quiet along with the lifeblood that was her morning coffee. The bagel wasn't a bad way to start her day either. She was trying to decide whether to just let the kids stay home so she could relax, or go ahead and take them to school so she could crash. A long morning nap seemed to be the more appealing option, but it would mean having to actually leave the house first to drop them off.

She'd settled on letting the kids sleep in and just finding a way to keep them occupied, but they apparently had other plans. Tommy came downstairs first, already dressed for school. He was up well before he normally would be, finally adjusting to the recent time change, apparently going so far as to compensate in the other direction. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down to watch television.

She didn't have the heart to tell him he could have slept in. Especially when Sarah came bounding down the stairs ten minutes later.

"You two are up awfully early this morning," she said as she watched her daughter retrieve her favorite breakfast food from the freezer and drop it in the toaster.

"It's field trip day," Sarah said excitedly as she watched for her Eggo's to pop up.

"Oh, that's right. I totally forgot about that. You're going to aquarium today, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," she giggled happily. A minute later the toaster ejected, and she carefully put the food on a plate. She poured way too much syrup on the tiny waffles, like she always did, and began eating in a less than graceful way.

"Slow down, munchkin. You have plenty of time."

"No we don't," Tommy chimed in as he walked past, showing the maturity of a small adult instead of a ten-year-old. He rinsed the bowl in the sink and put it and his spoon in the dishwasher. "We have to be there an hour earlier today. You really did forget, didn't you," he laughed.

"It would appear that I did," she admitted dejectedly. She'd been so consumed by her obsession to become a hotwife that she'd totally neglected her kid's needs. She'd honestly thought of letting them stay home because she was so sore from being fucked senseless the previous day. She felt selfish and ashamed. "I am just an awful mother."

"No you're not," Alex said as he entered the room. "You're the most incredible mother I've ever seen. I can't believe how lucky I am that I get to help you raise our kids, Chris."

She was still sitting at the bar, hunched over the counter, her elbows on the contemporary stone top. She held her head in her hands as she stared at her empty mug.

"You don't even know what we were talking about, Alex."

"Sure I do. You forgot the field trip was today. But that's it. Don't make more of this than it is. You're holding your head. Do have a headache? Do you want me to get you some aspirin?" he asked, knowing she'd had too much to drink the night before.

"I don't have a headache. It's my body that hurts. I already took some Aleve. Thanks though."

"Can I get you anything else?"

"A brain that has it's priorities straight? I can't believe I forgot. I should have been there for them. I... I let them down. I'm out of control."

"They haven't gone anywhere yet. They're still here," he chuckled.

"You know what I mean."

"Is this because of yesterday? Because that's ridiculous. You would have forgotten the trip if you'd have spent yesterday shopping."

"How can you say that?"

Tommy laughed and said, "Because you forgot the field trip last year... you went shopping with Aunt Clara instead."

"Oh... yeah," she sighed.

Alex consoled her. "Christina, you're an amazing mom. You know how I know? Look at the kids. They're up, dressed and they've had breakfast. They did that all on their own. They even clean up after themselves. If you were a lousy mother, you'd still be trying to get them out of bed and you'd be lucky to have them dressed by the time you had to leave, never mind getting them fed. You're a great mother because you haven't coddled them. You've made them accountable, so they're confident and self-sufficient. They're going to grow up to be better adults because of it."

Her husband's pep talk helped. It wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be. One of her bad habits was living by her calendar, but always neglecting to update it. In this case she didn't change the date when the school trip got moved up a week.

"Thanks, Alex. I needed to hear that." She lifted her head, turning to look at him. "Damn," she hissed as she got a good look at his outfit.

He wasn't dressed as she expected for that early in the morning. He had on a tight, leaf-green workout shirt that hugged every contour of his very fit torso. The ripples in his abdomen were clearly defined underneath the performance fabric. His light tan golf shorts were perfectly snug, showcasing his powerful thighs and trim waist. Because of the way they fit she could tell he'd left the boxers in the bedroom, the distinct outline of his big, semi-hard cock prominently displayed in the front.

"You look... incredible this morning, sweetie. I thought you were going into the office today."

"I am. I've got to finish the settlement on the case I took over for Cassie. She had the baby, by the way. A little boy. Steven Lucas Stafford."

"Oh my goodness! That's awesome. Are they doing okay?"

"I talked to Luke. Cassie's exhausted. Long labor and a big baby. He was ten pounds, nine ounces. She's not that big... I don't know how she did it."

"I kinda know how she feels. I feel like I just had a kid myself," she exaggerated. "It's going to take me a while to recuperate."

"Recuperate from what, mom?" Tommy asked.

Christina looked at Alex and winked at him. Alex smiled and offered, "Your mother worked out too hard yesterday, buddy. She'll be alright."

Christina still couldn't understand the reason Alex was dressed down. "So, what's with the casual look if you're working?"

"I've got to meet with Maggie to make sure she understood my notes from last night. And then I have a breakfast meeting with the opposing counsel to make sure she does what we agreed to last night."

"Where's that at? I can't believe you'd dress for a formal meeting wearing that. Don't you think it's a bit... I don't know, unprofessional?"

"I'm meeting her across the street from the office, at the Marriott."

That registered with Christina. Not only had she been there, she'd fucked Gerard there the first time they were together. Undoubtedly that's what her husband would be doing as well.

She had a glint in her eyes. "Breakfast, huh? And who did you say the opposing counsel is? Have I met her?"

"No. I just met her myself, yesterday. I told you about her last night. I would think she would be on the tip of your tongue."

Christina snorted at his naughty quip, and then started coughing. Alex had to get her a drink of water. Finally finding her breath, she said, "That's right. You're meeting with Ashley again today."

"Yes. And when I'm done with her, I'm meeting up with the kids at the aquarium, and then I'm taking them from there to see the Kings play the Sharks tonight at the Staples Center."

"I'm going to get to see sharks twice today, mommy!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly.

"Good for you, Sarah!"

"We're going to be home really late, so the kids won't be going to school tomorrow. You're going to have the house all to yourself until late tonight. I hope you can find yourself something to keep you occupied," he winked.

"Does that mean you've come to terms with last night?"

"All of yesterday, actually. It was a pretty good day. I'm thinking today is going to be the same. Any ideas of how you'll spend your day?"

She sat up straight and gingerly got off the barstool. Circling around the island, she said, "I think I'm just going to nap. I'm beat." As she approached him, she opened her arms, ready to give him a hug. "You're an incredible dad, Alex. I don't tell you that nearly enough."

He did a double-take, his eyes catching their first glimpse of what she was wearing. It wasn't the minuscule bikini she had on that captured his attention.

"Whoooooa, mama," he moaned, "When... how?"

"Do you like my new jewelry?" she grinned.

"I like the clover," Sarah answered, referring to the emerald four-leaf charm dangling from Christina's navel.

"I was asking daddy, munchkin."

"I know. I still like it."

"What about you Alex?" she teased, knowing he couldn't take his eyes off her tits.

"When did you have that done?" was all he could focus on.

"Where have you been?" Tommy laughed. "She's had them for a week."

"Them?" he asked, wondering if he knew what they were really talking about. Apparently, he did.

"Yeah. The one in her stomach and the ones on her boobs," he stated matter-of-factly, never taking his eyes off the television. "I didn't know they were gold until today."

Alex gave his wife a disapproving stare. She simply shrugged and smirked in response.

Tommy turned around, looking over the couch. "They're different than Bobby's mom. Hers are silver."

"What are different?"

"Mom's boob rings. They're gold. Mrs. Lopez's are silver.

"You've seen Sabrina's boobs... why?"

"Because she wasn't wearing clothes."

"How can that be, Tommy? Why would that happen?"

Tommy was still unfazed by the line of questioning. It wasn't like his father was mad, or yelling. He never acted that way, his demeanor always on the calm side. But he still asked a direct questions.

"Because we were swimming at their pool."

"When?" he asked, thinking his son was making it up. Although that seemed farfetched. He had never shown that trait before, at least in a circumstance like this.

"Last summer. Bobby says at their house they skinny dip on Saturday's."

Christina leaned in, hugging Alex in an attempt to calm his rising tension.

Alex whispered in his wife's ear. "Okay... she should have told us that. I think she's chaperoning the field trip today. I'm going to say something to her."

"No you are not. It was last year. Besides, it didn't faze him at all. It didn't scar him. That's a good thing for us."

"How do you figure that?"

She reached behind her back and untied her top. Then she looked him in the eyes, a spark in hers that made his cock flinch. "Would you like to do the honors so you can get a good look at the new me?"

"Are you serious?"

"If we act like its natural, it'll become natural. It obviously is at their house, and their kids seem pretty well adjusted. Come on, sweetie. Trust me."

He sighed, but he also grinned. Grasping the tie at her neck, she stepped away from him, the garment loosening and coming off in his hand.

He sucked in his breath as he got a good look, his grin becoming naughtier by the second.

"Do you approve?"

He nodded. "Very much so."

Sarah ignored what was happening next to her. She saw it, but she turned her attentions to the television, scampering into the family area where her brother was sitting. He had done the same, turning back to the screen. But he did take the time to add, "Bobby says his mom got hers because she used to be a dancer."

"You don't say," Alex said with an arched eyebrow.

"Are you going to start dancing, mommy? You could be in my class," Sarah asked excitedly.

"It's probably a different kind, Sarah. I don't think she's a ballerina."

"Oh... okay. Are you going to be her kind of dancer?"

"Yes, Chris. Are you?" Alex grinned.

She chuckled and said, "We'll see. You never know."

"I can totally see Sabrina as a dancer. I think I'm still going to talk to her," he grinned.

"Simmer down, big stag. She and Miguel are friends. That's a line we shouldn't cross," she whispered.

"Unless they're into it," he joked.

Christina didn't blink. "Be careful what you wish for."

It was all in jest. He had no intention of pursuing Sabrina individually, or asking her about some kind of swinger action. He was certain he'd be checking out her chest for signs of nipple rings, however. It was fun just to imagine, the idea that he and his wife would even joke about a subject like that seeming ludicrous. Yet that's the wild direction their marriage had taken.

A short while later she was hugging her kids at the door to the garage. It didn't seem unusual to anyone that she was topless, and she hoped that was a sign that they could be more open-minded about such things around the house. It was way too early to say if it was a onetime thing, a trend, or the new norm.

Giving Alex a steamy kiss, she sent him off with, "Have a great time today, sweetie. Be sure to give Ashley your best."

"Ha! I will. Enjoy your alone time. You won't get any tomorrow with the kids' home."

"I know. I still think I'm going to spend most of it recovering."

"It's up to you. See you late tonight."

"Okay. Have fun."

With the house to herself she turned on the stereo, cranking up the volume so she could hear it wherever she went. She was too sore to groove with the beat, so she had to settle for singing along. Cleaning up her dishes from breakfast, she made the slow climb up the stairs. A long, hot shower was in order... she hadn't taken one since the previous morning, and that was three men and six loads of cum ago.

She emerged from the bathroom an hour later feeling refreshed, the shower having helped loosen some of her stiff muscles. She was still sore, but she could move a lot easier. As she passed the bed on the way to the closet to get dressed, the aroma ensnared her. The room still smelled like sex. Immediately her body reacted, her nipples stiffening and her cunt becoming wet, as if the bed was somehow calling out to her to fuck again.

She shook it off, but decided against putting anything on. It felt right to be without clothes. Back downstairs she noticed she'd missed a call when she went to unplug her phone from the charger. Smiling, she pressed the screen to dial the number back.

"Hi Chris. How did things end up last night? Did you find out anything about Ashley?" Brandi asked.

Just the sound of her friend's voice brought the idea of sex back to the forefront of her mind, not that it was ever very far away anymore. It was so prevalent a thought that she bypassed the question for the moment.

"B, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Is everything okay?"

"I'm tempted to say things couldn't be better, but I'm wondering if there's a way that they could."

"Hmm... the way you said that just made me wet. Is there a reason for that?"

"Probably because you're a very perceptive woman. So, here's my question. When you're servicing one of the guys that works for the gyms -"

"Servicing?" she laughed.

"You know what I mean. My question is who initiates it?"

"I don't understand the question."

"I was wondering how it works. Do they put in a request? Is there a schedule? Do you have to keep things even so no one gets upset? There's ten gyms and twenty managers. How does that all work?"

"Haha! There's no schedule or anything like that. And I can't recall anyone ever complaining about things being unfair. I'm at every gym sometime during a week. I go to two different ones a day, but I don't hit them the same days. For instance, I'm not always at the one you go to on Tuesday's like I was last week when we met. This week I'm there today. I have a schedule I keep because of the classes I teach, so it kind of shifts around a lot location wise."

"Okay, but how do you make the arrangements? You know... with the guys?"

"I don't. I just kind of happens. It's not like I'm doing something every day with a guy, or every other day. Although I suppose it probably says something that they all literally know my menstrual cycle better than I do," she laughed. "But its not like I haven't told one of them I wasn't in the mood on a particular day... they all respect me and what I do. They know I'm exceptional at my job. Besides, the sex isn't expected. It's a perk for them too."

"So, it just happens. Where?"

"Okay, you're not going to believe this, but... there's a king-sized bed in every gym. There's actually a room dedicated just for them to use me. But I use them too, so in my head it doesn't seem so perverse."

"You're kidding."

"Oh, it's stranger than that. I actually negotiated it as part of the agreement. I told Gerard I was on board, but I didn't like the idea of being fucked in the office all the time. At the time each of the guys had their own office, but they readily agreed to share one."

"So he converted the other ones into a playroom."

"Exactly. I wanted to feel more comfortable about it. And it's a bit of a stretch now to say it's just for me. I know some of the guys are fucking other girls in them."