Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 19

"I'm at a loss. Let me think," Brandi sighed disgustedly. She was quiet for a few moments. "Okay. Well, you might have to backtrack on that. You only said you wouldn't jump him. You can suck him, but you need to be careful of how you start. The change in direction was vague. You're still in the infancy of this journey. It's going to change naturally anyway. I'd leave that alone. Is that it? Please for the love of God tell me that was it?"

"I told him I was going to fuck Jack."

Brandi burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"

"I don't know. I was thinking an eye for an eye."

"More like a cunt for a cunt. Seriously, Christina, you've got to learn to check yourself when you're angry. I can mentor you, but if you're not going to bother to listen to me, I won't be able to keep getting you out of trouble."

"I have to fuck him, don't I," she said in a resigned voice.

"Yeah. You do. And what damage will that cause? Ashley was going to be in your rearview mirror. Now you've opened this whole thing up for another round. You better make it clear to Jack that it's a one time thing to even things up because you weren't happy about it. I'd go with the idea that he knew you were in control of your marriage... that you're a hotwife and Alex is a cuckold, and he needed to ask your permission. Otherwise you have a problem on your hands. But you have to do it. You have to fuck him."

"I have got to stop thinking with my cunt!"

"You gotta stop worrying about Ashley's. Concentrate on Maggie. She's the key to the plan. Remember?"

"Yeah," she said as the door opened to the room. Lilly walked in carrying a tray with breakfast, wearing a sexy corset and stockings with a pair of high heels to die for. "Hey B, I gotta go. My food just arrived."

"Where are you, anyway?"

"I'm staying at a cute bed and breakfast in Huntington Beach. I fucked Gerard here yesterday. I'd already paid for the room... so I used it as my escape last night."

"Good for you. I hope you got some rest."

She thought back to the night of debauchery she'd experienced, first with the feisty black haired beauty eyeing her, and then the hours of fun they shared with Lilly's husband Ted, who did more than his fair share in the threesome she'd promised.

"Ah, it was actually pretty restless. I'm hoping to get some sleep today."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye."

Christina turned her phone, firing up the camera, taking a picture of her playmate. Lilly smiled for her, then asked. "Are you hungry?"

"Famished. Maybe you should get that pretty pussy over here and sit on my face!"

She actually ran to the bed, giggling. "I can't believe you're going to stay another day."

"I'm not spending the night, love. I have to go home and face him sometime. But my head's clear now. Talking to Brandi helped."

Lilly sidled up next to her and they shared a kiss. "How about we actually eat while the food is hot, then we can take a nap."

"Are you sure?"

"As long as you're not rushing off. Part of my fantasy is waking up next to a beautiful naked woman and starting all over. I can't do that if we never go to sleep."

"Okay. I'm going to text Alex to let him know I'm okay."

"Oh, alright."

"No worries. I'm also sending him the picture I just took of you. Then he'll understand why I won't be home until tonight."

"Ted is wondering... would you be willing to fuck him again?"

"Another threesome?"

"No. He wants you alone. Like we're going to do."

"No," she answered honestly.

"No? I kind of feel guilty. He's doing my job right now. This is my business. I don't ask him to be a part of it. He has his own job."

"His job is to make his queen happy," she winked.

"Our relationship isn't like yours with Alex."

"I'm not suggesting it should be. It's not for everyone. But I also don't think it's the type where you keep secrets from each other."

"It's not a secret. I'll know what he'll be doing, and with who."

"Will you?"

"I don't understand."

"I'm not sure I did until a little bit ago. Think of it this way. Right now Ted isn't threatened by what you and I are going to do alone, because he saw it firsthand for himself last night. He needs to offer you the same courtesy."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'll fuck your husband, Lilly. But only if you sit in that chair like he did and watch us."

"But how can I do that if you don't spend the night again? One of us has to be available for our other guests."

Christina shrugged and said, "I don't know, but those are my terms. If you really want it to happen for him, you'll figure something out. I need to be home by midnight."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Early Sunday morning, May 12th

Christina crept into her bedroom. She was already naked, having shed her clothing in the laundry room downstairs. She'd even left her heels in the mud room. She was feeling domesticated, having been gone for well over twenty-four hours. It was hard for her to admit, but she felt guilty for what she'd done.

Not the naughty adventures she'd had with Ted and Lilly, although she couldn't believe she'd caved and stayed later than she anticipated just so she could fuck Ted. She'd had such a fun afternoon with Lilly that she felt obligated to do the same with him. The only way that could happen was for her to wait long enough for Lilly to be able to join them to watch. It was almost three in the morning when she pulled into the garage.

What she felt guilty about was her reaction to what Alex had done with Ashley. She knew that she'd gone overboard. It was why she'd called Brandi to begin with. She needed to follow through with most of what she'd promised as far as retribution to maintain the proper balance on her marriage. Alex was to follow her lead, even during times where she'd mess up. That was all the more reason she needed to take the step to make up for her response. She needed to make amends.

Alex woke up to a wet, sloppy blowjob. It took him a moment to get his bearings, but that hadn't stopped him from instinctively putting his hand on her head, resting his palm on it as she bobbed slowly up and down.

"Christina?" he asked, trying to focus his eyes.

"Who did you expect? Ashley?" she responded coyly.

"Jesus! Really?"

"I'm teasing, sweetie. I'm pretty sure I told you the last time we talked that I wasn't going to suck your cock anymore, but here I am."

"What are you doing?" he groaned, unsure if he wanted to get into it with her at such a late hour. He hadn't slept well the night before, and he'd had to keep the kids occupied without having any answers as to where she was or when she'd be home.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah. I figured. Go ahead, tell me what a horrible husband I am."

"Relax, Alex. I'm sucking you. That should tell you something."

"Yeah... that you're in control. I get it."

"I am in control. But I'm also going to make mistakes along the way. I'm going to overreact sometimes. Look, I'm not happy you fucked the cunt. But having time to reflect, I can see why. I can accept it, to a point."

"What's that mean?"

"I'll concede that you were going to tell me about it if I'd given you the chance. But I reserve the right to still be upset about it. I meant what I said. If you're going to fuck around at the office, and I can understand why you might... you work in a high pressure, stressful job with a lot riding on the outcome. You work a ton of hours. The conditions practically insist that you'd eventually succumb to the temptation if it ever presented itself. So if you you're going to fuck, please, let it be Maggie."

"I cannot believe you're suggesting I have sex with my secretary."

"She's your executive secretary," she teased. "You're already thinking about it because you're taking naughty pictures of her. I have a great relationship with her and I trust her. She'd never do anything to hurt us. And I include our kids in that statement. If you can't keep this big thing in your pants," she grinned as she wiggled his hard shaft in her hand, "promise me you'll look to her and not the cunt going forward."

"Okay, I'll promise that. But only because I'm never going to be with Ashley again anyway, so neither of them is ever going to happen."

"If you say so," she winked. "As I was saying, I believe you would have eventually told me. But I have the right to be upset about it. You should know by now how I feel about her and what she could have cost us. While I might have reacted harshly, there are still ramifications to what you did."

"I assumed as much."

"First, I'm not going to fuck you."

"Yes... I know."

"I mean with a strap-on, sweetie."

"Oh. Oooohhhh. Thank God."

"I'm not saying it's never going to happen. But it's not going to happen out of anger. If it comes to be it will be because I want you to experience it. You know I did it to Brandi's husband, so for now it's out of my system. But we'll see about the future. I did mean what I said about this changing the direction of our marriage."

"I understand."

"Good. Second, I am going to fuck Jack."

"Really?"

"Sweetie, he knows I'm a hotwife. He's fully aware of who's in charge of our marriage. He's a Dom now. He should understand the significance of the power dynamic in a relationship like ours. He should have asked me for my permission first. I need to assert my own will on this and make it clear to him I'm in charge."

"You have to fuck him to do that?"

"Yes. It might seem strange to you, but everything we're dealing with tinges on sex. Besides, I told you I was going to. What kind of queen would I be to you if I didn't follow through. I don't know when, but I'm fucking him, Alex. I might even make him tie the cunt up and force her to watch. I'm thinking about it. She needs to know what kind of woman I am and what I'm capable of."

"Oh God," he groaned.

She wasn't sure why she'd upped the ante. It was the very thing Brandi had cautioned her about. But her mind wasn't confused. She'd left herself an out.

She was back to bobbing up and down over his shaft, her lips dragging along his skin as she made a tight seal. Popping off after a bit, she moved up and straddled him, running the head back and forth through her labia, teasing them both.

"I'm still going to punish you tomorrow night with the belt," she said matter of factly.

"I know."

"I've wavered over how many. I need to be consistent regarding the severity. At first I thought this was worse than you taking pictures of Maggie. But like I said, time gave me perspective. Then I was thinking it's the same, but even that seems too much. I was going to give you twenty for the pictures. You cut it down to ten by taking the butt plug. I'm thinking about doing the opposite this time."

"What does that even mean?"

She slipped the head of his cock just past her entrance, holding herself still. "It means I'll fuck you... as many times as you want on our Sunday. But I'll have to add five swats to the ten I'm going to start with."

"Five every time we fuck, or five total?"

"Mmm... I love that you're thinking about it."

"That isn't an answer."

"I'm not that cruel, sweetie. Five total. I want us to put the other day behind us. I want us to have fun today."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her onto his shaft, before quickly rolling her over. In seconds he was pounding her relentlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles

"I do love you, Alex," she hissed.

He kissed her forehead. "I love you too."

But as he fucked her, she let her mind drift. It felt good. It was actually what she needed. Yet somewhere deep in her brain, she'd latched onto what Brandi had said about the plan. About Maggie. About more time with Gerard. She'd just spent thirty hours in the company of a hot, horny couple in Huntington Beach. A couple she'd literally just met. What she wouldn't give for that kind of time with Gerard. Or more.

Thinking about the additional punishment Alex just agreed to, she was reminded of her comment to Gerard when he told her she'd be physically abused as much as she'd be used if they spent an entire weekend together.

"I'd definitely sign up for that," she sighed as her orgasm neared. "How do I make that happen?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thursday afternoon, May 16th

Christina's knees were pinned back by her ears, her body rolled up on her shoulders as she was folded in half. Her huge black bull lorded above her, plowing his mammoth shaft deep into her pussy.

"OOHHH MYYY GAAAWWWWD!" she screamed as she came. She was actually crying from the intensity, her palms slapping at his bulging biceps. She'd wanted him to stop, but he kept on fucking her, even after cumming inside her pussy a fourth time.

He continued, his cock staying hard, and she wondered if he was going to keep going until he came again. It seemed likely as she felt another crest, before tumbling over and crashing into a thunderous climax.

"OOOHH PLEEEEAAASSSSEEE!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. The pleasure was so extreme it became overwhelming to her senses. She couldn't take anymore.

He pulled out abruptly, moving up. Grabbing her hair, his heavy cock dangled over her mouth. The ebony skin of his shaft was covered with the white, frothy foam of his many loads of cum, which he'd been churning inside her pussy for hours. Four huge loads, with no condom to stop it.

Christina had relented, like she often did when it was just her and Gerard. He hated condoms, but would use them if her husband was watching, or if she wanted to play against Alex's angst by taking home used ones when he wasn't there. Most often, though, he refused to wear them. And she loved it that way.

This time there had been no debate. No discussion about whether to use them or not. They didn't have any to use, because they'd used up the last of the large box of Magnums the day before. It was a part of her plan. Alex had come to a hotel in Burbank to watch his wife be defiled, like he had the previous Wednesday's since they returned from their vacation. It was the day she'd told him to have Maggie set aside in his calendar so he could watch her get fucked by her bull.

Christina insisted Gerard fuck her without them this time, and she insisted he cum in her pussy every time. She was about to send a message to her husband when he got home in a few hours. Her last text, other than the ones of pictures from her afternoon of unbridled sex, was to admonish him for not coming. She'd told him she wanted him home early because they needed to talk, since he hadn't shown up at this impromptu event. Her warning was for him to be home by six, and not to disappoint her a second time.

Alex was at a loss as to how she could possibly be mad. She'd never invited him to watch any day but a Wednesday. She'd never fucked Gerard on a Thursday at all. When he got the text that morning to show up at a specific hotel at a specific time, but giving him four hours to be there, he'd had to tell her he couldn't make it because he was due in court. When she reminded him that she didn't have condoms, and he was in charge of those, his response was the same. He wasn't sure of what the repercussions would be for not being there, but he was certain there would be some. At that point, all he could do was hope that he was out of court and on his way home to be there by her deadline.

Christina cleaned off Gerard's cock before he went to shower. Unlike other times, she got up and got dressed, putting on her panties quickly to hold in the sperm she'd worked so hard for.

When Gerard came out of the bathroom, she was at the door next to it, purse in hand. "Someone is in a hurry," he chuckled.

"I've got a lot on my mind."

"Relax babygirl. It's going to work."

"Even the part with Maggie?"

"Granted, that's a wildcard. But you set the stage with him with the texts you sent him. The whole thing about not showing up today; not bringing the condoms because we used them all yesterday. That was inspired. I would not have thought of that."

That was true. But Brandi had. She was the mastermind behind pushing Christina toward becoming a hotwife. He just wasn't going to tell her that he knew the plan behind the plan.

"I know I'm going to make the weekend work. All of that makes sense in my head. Involving Maggie is going to be tricky."

"Stop worrying. That won't even start until tomorrow afternoon. He's got to bring you and drop you off first. And that's after dropping off the kids. By the time you text Maggie I'll have already owned you for hours. You might forget all about it by then."

"Ha. Unlikely. I'm kind of obsessed with making it happen now."

"Okay, but you've been begging me for weeks to take you away for a weekend. We're even making it a three day weekend. Don't loose sight of why you're doing this to begin with."

She grabbed his huge hunk of meat, swaying in front of his heavy balls. Holding the shaft in her hand, she shook her head. "I won't. This is the reason... and the man it's attached to. Thank you for finally agreeing to make this dream come true. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to being owned by you. Truly owned."

"I keep telling you babygirl, be careful what you wish for."

"Regardless, I'm looking forward to it. I'll send you a text when I hear him come home. Send him the address of where he's going to drop me off thirty minutes later," she winked, kissing him goodbye.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thursday evening, May 16th

Setting the stage for his torment.

Alex entered the house with extreme trepidation. The last thing he wanted was to be whipped with the belt again. He hadn't recovered from the one four days before, at least emotionally. The only good news was it was a little before six. If there was going to be discipline, it would likely only be for not making it to the hotel, even though that made no sense to him.

Christina heard him and fired off a text to Gerard. She was waiting for Alex by the entry to the great room in the back of the house. As soon as he appeared, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the kitchen to talk privately. Their kids were out back, swimming in the large pool. From where she stood, she could keep an eye on them while she told him of her plans.

"You're going to be watching the kids this weekend. I'm going out of town."

"What? Where?"

"I have no idea," she said calmly as she lifted her wine glass to her lips. "It doesn't matter. I'm going to go wherever the text tells me to go. Actually, you're going to be dropping the kids off at school first, and then you'll be dropping me off."

"What? Who's texting you?"

"My bull, silly. And he's not texting me. He's texting you!"

That text arrived twenty minutes later, on Alex's phone, confirming that she was indeed serious about being gone for an extended weekend. He tried to protest, citing his work as the reason her request was unreasonable.

Dismissing him, she said, "This isn't a request, Alexander. You'll always be working. That's who you are. But I am who I am now, and I'm not going to put my life on hold anymore because you can't figure out how to manage your day better. Need I remind you I went over two months without sex while you worked and... well, you know very well what you were doing."

He'd gotten used to her using his porn habit as a reminder of why she was in charge of their marriage now. He ignored it, focusing on the area that concerned him. "Christina, I can't always just get away anytime I want. I'm a lawyer. I have responsibilities."

"Which is why you missed out on coming to the hotel and watching me fuck this afternoon, isn't it?"

"I was in court!"

"Excuses."

"I just said... I have responsibilities."

"Your first responsibility is to your family."