Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 17

He pushed her back against the wall, just like he had in the room. She wondered if they were going to repeat the performance out in the open. A part of her wanted him to. Instead, he dropped to his knees and lifted the front of that clingy dress.

He quickly licked up the cum that was leaking down her thighs, and then he honed in on the source. He dove into her pussy, sucking for all he was worth.

"Ooohhh sweeeeetiiiiiieeeee!" she hissed. Her head snapped back, her chest jutting out as he clamped down on her clit for a second.

She was taking by the suddenness of it. He was willingly sucking his cum from her pussy like it was some delicate dessert. That thought caught in her throat when she recalled his comment to the waitress, about how they'd be having theirs back in their room. Or just outside it, as it were. She couldn't believe he was doing it, but she wasn't going to psychoanalyze it either. Instead she grabbed his hair, forcing his face deeper into her cunt. She even locked her left knee, wedging her upper back against the wall. Lifting her right leg, she curled it. The back of her knee was on his left shoulder, her ankle on his right... her calf pressing against the back of his head.

She held him captive, but he never intended to leave. Not until he finished his mission. He was lapping and sucking, and she was about to cum again, the wonderful byproduct of having already climaxed several times. And of having a husband with an incredibly talented tongue.

"GGNNNNUUUUUAAAAHHHHH!" she howled, like a wounded animal, holding her more primal scream deep in her chest. Instead she shuddered and came hard for him.

He flung her leg off and rose quickly, his hand going to her neck. He kissed her, and she opened. The sweet-salty mixture of his cum and hers filled her mouth. Somehow he'd found a way to store a generous amount of his sperm in his mouth, and he was feeding it to her. She knew he'd swallowed most of it on his own; this was his way of sharing what they were doing. Of cementing who they were now.

"Swallow it," he whispered.

"Mmm... we taste good together," she winked.

"Yes. We do," he replied, unfazed by the magnitude of what he'd just done.

"I don't think I've ever loved you more than I do now," she sighed, batting her beautiful green eyes at him.

"Then I'll just have to keep trying," he winked.

An hour later he was removing his cock from her mouth, having just deposited his second load of the night into it. He released her head, and it hung down over the huge ottoman she'd been propped up on in the middle of the living area. Her dress was still on, the hem pulled up over her ass to the middle of her back. The top had been pulled down to expose her breasts, but they were pressed into the cloth fabric of the cushioned top. She was thankful the piece of furniture he'd chosen was so sturdy. He'd certainly tested it, and her.

Her legs were spread, her hips on the very edge. Her knees didn't quite reach the floor, which was probably a good thing. He'd fucked her so hard they'd moved at least a foot across the floor from where they'd started. Her splayed pussy was pointing at the door, which was open. Wide open. He'd left it that way when he threw her on the big footstool, undressing as he told her his plan. It was like he was some diabolical evil genius in a movie, telling his captive exactly why and how he was going to torture them. He followed through on everything he'd promised. Knowing ahead allowed her to anticipate it, but it didn't necessarily prepare her. And that made the experience electric.

"Okay, my little hotwife. You're going to wait there an hour, just in case some horny stud walks by and recognizes that anklet you've been sporting. If he does, and he fucks you, I'll be what you want tonight and suck his cum out of you."

She trembled at the significance of his promise. She knew he'd do it. She also knew the likelihood of someone stumbling by and noticing her at that hour was beyond remote at best.

He'd taken a page out of Gerard's book, leaving the door open like he had at whatever ransackeled motel he had her taken to. Drive by traffic she remembered Brandi calling it.

Alex had set an alarm clock on a table directly in front of her face. She could only see it when she lifted her head, which she didn't do often. Instead she rested, hoping there'd be one more encore before the night was over.

She reluctantly closed the front door after the hour was up. Locking it, she made her way to the bedroom. She stood under the doorjamb, her dress bunched up in the middle. Her breasts were exposed, as was her pussy, her arms somewhat trapped by the sleeves of the dress itself. It was something Alex had taken advantage of while they fucked on the ottoman.

He was lying in the center of the bed, his back propped up by pillows. And he was slowly stroking his massive erection.

"Is that for me?" she hissed, licking her lips.

"Am I still your stag?"

"Nobody fucked me, if that's what you're asking. But you already knew that."

"Who you are as a hotwife has nothing to do with whether you fucked someone or not. It has more to do with how you're feeling inside. I really need to know. Am I still your stag?"

He was hopeful that he could move past the faux pas he'd created by telling her in a text he was her cuckold. He was hoping he'd proven himself as a dominant lover capable of taking her to the places sexually she needed to go. He still wanted her to fuck other men. But he wanted the freedom to do the same with other women. Unfortunately the circumstances of how she became a hotwife, along with that foolish proclamation in the text, left him constantly trying to extricate himself from his own web.

So, he went with the 'if you love them set them free' approach. By showing he was willing to follow her lead, but also proving he was an Alpha Male in an area he hadn't shown before, she might lead, but with him as a stag all the time.

There he was, in silent reluctance, offering her an opportunity to grab the reins of their marriage once again. In truth she always had them. She had since he committed to her at O'Malleys Pub that fateful afternoon they set out on their journey together. But her mind had been muddled the past few weeks by the trials she'd had to endure. It was all a part of that journey, the path of a hotwife sometimes being unclear.

Gerard was holding her accountable, and had passed all of his tests. She stood before her husband knowing she would be rewarded by her bull for that suffering on Monday.

Yes, she'd hoped to first capitalize on her freedom from her bonds during her vacation. In her mind, Alex just tried to help in that very regard by leaving the door to the bungalow open, but it wasn't meant to be. And because of that, she knew how she needed to answer him.

"I won't be fucking anyone but you until Monday. So yes, you are."

"Take off the dress," he ordered quickly, thinking his plan to reclaim dominance in her eyes just might work. He wasn't sure how he'd convince her to stop seeing Gerard and move on to another bull. But he felt he needed to try if he was going to turn fortunes in his favor.

She removed her arms from her sleeves, and then peeled it over her hips. Letting the slinky garment fall to her feet, she stepped out of it gracefully, but remained on place. She did spread her legs a bit more though.

He stood on the mattress, beckoning her to join him. She walked seductively to the edge, then crawled to him. His cock was fucking her throat seconds later. Yet as he did, he felt compelled to offer one last compromise.

"After this, I'm yielding to you, Christina. We need to find balance if this is really going to work for both of us."

She pushed back, looking at him from underneath his cock, his balls resting on her forehead. "You've got me where you've always wanted me, and you decide now is the time not take full advantage of it?"

He went with his bold stategy. One that defied logic, but had always paid off in the courtroom. Trying to set the stage for his final argument, as it were, he played to her rational side, knowing she hadn't been thinking clearly for the better part of a week. It seemed like the prefect opportunity.

"I know how this works, babe. So do you. We've had our fun, and we will again. Next weekend with Sandra and Mandy comes to mind. But if you don't take control soon, you're going to be just as miserable as you were when you were locked up in the chastity belt, but not a whore. It'll be worse. I won't be the cause of that. I think maybe the problem is we settled on a bull too quickly. We didn't shop around. We didn't try anyone else. Maybe..."

Sucking on his balls, she smiled sweetly. "Are you seriously suggesting that I stop fucking Gerard and look for another bull?"

"Well, you know, I was just thinking -"

"Yeah, that's not happening. Don't let the strange pussy you've been getting here go to your head. You can have me anyway you want for the next couple of hours, because I've already agreed to it and that's the kind of Mistress I am."

"Wait? Mistress!?"

"Yes. When we wake up, these balls belong to me again," she winked, squeezing them hard to prove her point, making him wince and his knees buckle. He actually dropped to them on the mattress. Just like that, he knew he'd messed up. Again. "Any more talk about changing bulls and I may not let you cum again until our guests show up Saturday. Am I clear!?"

"Oh fuck," he groaned, his words barely audible. But he nodded.

"That's not all. We've never dealt with that picture you have on your phone of Maggie. You'll be paying for that at home tomorrow night after the kids are in bed," she said, just before taking his cock back down her throat.

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Sunday morning, April 14th

Christina had just come out of the bedroom, her wardrobe set to full hotwife mode. He'd practically drooled over himself as he stared at her, and she responded by playfully saying it was too bad he'd relinquished his control over her so easily, alluding that he could have still been her stag because she really wasn't going to be fucking anyone until she saw Gerard the following day. Until her bull took possession of her, even for just the few hours they'd be together the following afternoon, she still considered herself a hotwife of the more passive nature.

He wasn't sure if she was serious about allowing him another chance to fuck her senseless. He doubted that opportunity would come after they got home. His eyes darted to the ottoman they'd used the night before. Hers followed, and she smiled seeing the drag marks on the carpet from the legs being forced forward when they'd fucked. They weren't evident in the dark, but were striking in the light of day, and she flashed a wicked smile.

She knew they were alone. The kids were in their room, waiting. Probably not so patiently. They didn't knock, but they did eventually call, only because there was no more food in their room. They wondered about breakfast. They'd called a second time because of how long it was taking Christina to get ready.

Still, she decided to tease him, moving toward the ottoman. She got back in the position she was in when he'd finished with her, spreading her legs wide. He got his first glimpse of her boy shorts, and she lifted the skirt up over her ass.

"If you want pussy, just pull the shorts to the side. I'm not going to deny the stag you are. You've proven that to me time and again the last two days."

He stood and made his way to her. Running his hand over her cheeks, he sighed. Then he pulled her skirt down to cover her up. She closed her legs and rolled over, and he helped her to her feet. They shared a long hug and a kiss, finally relenting when the phone rang again.

"They're starving," he grinned.

"I thought you might have been too. You could have eaten me first."

"Would've tasted different," he said as he held up his finger. Answering the phone, he told the kids they'd be outside in three minutes. When he hung up, she picked up where he'd left off.

"Because I showered?"

"Because I hadn't cum in it," he winked.

"Mmm... I did enjoy sitting on your face the second time. A girl could get used to that."

"I had a feeling you were going to go there with me anyway. I thought I might as well get used to it."

"Would you have really done it last night if a stranger had fucked me?"

"No," he admitted.

His response surprised her. It actually disappointed her. "No?"

"You're supposed to wear condoms. Remember?"

"Then why'd you bring it up?"

"Because I know you haven't been wearing them with some of the guys you've fucked. You pretend that because you know them, it doesn't matter. It does. I can understand how you try to rationalize it, and I've let it slide. But I'd hope you'd know that anyone you would have met here would have to wear one. Am I wrong? Do I need to reevaluate my trust?"

"No sweetie. I have the condoms you bought me for the trip. I haven't used any of them because I haven't fucked anyone here, but I have them."

"Are you going to use them with Gerard?"

"Yes... I promise," she said, knowing she wouldn't. Not unless her husband was in the room with them.

He knew she was lying too. She might be using them some of the time, but he knew it was sporadic at best. He just didn't want to admit it to himself. He also didn't want to stop what they were doing, and he worried if he put his foot down it might. Or at the very least, it would alter the adventure they'd begun. They were just getting started. They'd already experienced a lot of bumps in the road. Creating them himself didn't seem wise. He had to trust that she'd use good judgment.

"C'mon. I told the kids we'd be out in three minutes. We've made them wait enough."

As they stepped out into the morning sunshine, Christina was relieved. She'd taken a huge risk by letting Alex think she'd be up for a quickie on the ottoman. It was calculated, the knowledge of the kids wanting to eat playing in her favor. But she was under strict orders from Gerard not to let him know about the new toy stuffed inside her pussy. Yet she put herself a compromised position. He could have fucked her. Or eaten her. More likely, he could have decided to take a peek. After all, he was a man and she'd offered up the perfect opportunity. Thankfully he passed up that chance.

Still, she wondered why it was so important that Alex not know about the toy inside.

"I guess I'll have to wait until I see Gerard to find out," she giggled to herself.

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Sunday afternoon, April 14th

Christina was relaxing in the passenger seat, looking at pictures on her Instagram. The kids were in the back captains chairs in the middle row, occupied by their electronics. Tommy was once again immersed deep in the world of Fortnight. He wouldn't be coming out anytime soon. Sarah was watching her favorite movie on her father's laptop. Both of the kids had their earbuds in, part of Alex's rules about not having to hear what they were doing so he could concentrate on driving. More importantly, so he could play music on his Spotify account and not compete with other sounds.

With everyone occupied, the first half of the trip home had gone incredibly smooth. Alex had checked with Christina as they approached an exit, knowing there wouldn't be another one for a while. She smiled and told him they'd all be fine until they got home.

She was flipping through pictures of hunky black men. Famous athletes, mainly. She would have preferred to peruse her Tumblr account so she could look at hard black cocks, but she wasn't going to risk that with the kids in the van.

Brandi had turned her on to Tumblr. She had an account of her own. She even had her own blog page that she posted to. It was quite the journal, detailing her life with her husband Scott. It was part of emasculating him. She posted pictures... explicit ones, of both her with other men and of Scott in various scenarios as part of his submission to her. She always obscured their faces, but it was still out there for the world to see.

Brandi had expressed her displeasure with the website of late. It had undergone severe changes because some people were using it to post underage photos, and they began clamping down on all porn. A lot of posts were being flagged as obscene and removed. Some blog pages were being deleted altogether. Many members were fleeing to other sites, but Brandi was going to stick it out and hope for the best.

As it was, Christina had to look harder for the content that called to her. But she usually used Brandi's page as a portal, finding some picture she'd reblogged and linking to the source, hoping the page was still there.

For the trip though, she was on Instagram, looking at pictures of shirtless football players. Brandi had bragged about doing off season training with several of the Chargers and a couple of Ram players after both teams had moved to Los Angeles. She'd even fucked one of the Rams, more than once.

Christina loved how most of the pictures of players were often standing next to bikini clad white pussy. She doubted any of them were of the hotwife variety. They were all young, and unlikely married. But Brandi said the athletes she developed programs for were much like the trainers at the gym... they avoided single women. Married ones were much safer to bed, and less complicated to deal with. They also weren't looking to draw a big payday by getting pregnant and chasing after hundreds of thousands in child support. That's why Brandi was able to fuck the one she had, and she was looking to hook up with one of the Chargers. She was hot, available, and had a huge ring that indicated she was married.

Christina was flipping through the pictures, humming happily to herself. She was daydreaming, thinking about what it would be like to have a Tinder account, and using it to find cock. She knew she couldn't, because it was too public. But she had been on a couple of blogs of professed hotwives, following them, looking for ideas and answers to questions she had in her head. More than one of them advocated the Adult Friend Finder app in their frequently asked questions section. It was something she was going to seriously look into going forward. It might have made her trip to Palm Springs more successful. But she wasn't going to stop seeing Gerard as Alex suggested. That was a ludacris thought. She was just about to get what she wanted from him. More days available to fuck his beautiful big black cock.

As her thumb flipped the images up on her screen, she felt a strange pulse on her clit. It was like an electric jolt, hitting twice in quick succession. She moved in her seat, thinking it had to do with the toy in her pussy, and how part of it curled around her body and pressed against the exact place she'd experienced the sensation.

Shrugging it off, she went back to her eye candy. A short time later it happened again, but this time it was a long, powerful wave that vibrated. She dropped her phone onto the floor, letting out a yelp as she grabbed the arms of the seat, her eyes widened as she quietly freaked out. Or, not that quiet.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked, wondering what the commotion was.

"Huh... oh, yeah. I... I thought I had a bug on me," she said, trying to cover.

She bent forward to pick up her phone, and was hit with a powerful blast deep inside her cunt from the larger egg shaped part of the toy.

She shrieked and jerked up, hitting her head on the dashboard. The vibrations were strong and pulsing, and they kept changing intensity before they stopped.

"Did you see it? Was it a spider?"

"Ah... yeah. I think I killed iiiiiiiiiitttt!" she moaned, thrusting her head back, making her hair fly with it. She gripped the arms again and snapped her legs shut, hoping to somehow lessen the pressure she was feeling.