Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 19

"Well no kidding. But we're not talking about some emergency, dear. This isn't --"

"A democracy," she interrupted. "I'm the hotwife. You're the cuckold. You serve me. Or did you forget how this works?"

"Well, no."

"Wasn't it you that said you wanted us to live this lifestyle? Wasn't it you that stopped fucking me and began fantasizing about other men fucking me instead?"

"It wasn't like that. It was --"

"Let's be clear. You do love me fucking another man, don't you? You love watching my bull take me and fuck me like a slut."

"Well, of course I do. You know that."

"Well I thought so too. But then you went and disappointed me by not showing up to watch him destroy my pussy this afternoon. It made me wonder if you're as committed to this as I am."

That comment cut through him like a sword. He could still picture the image of the text she'd sent, and how her pussy looked being stretched wide by the thick black cock she was taking.

Still, he forged ahead with his concern. "I understand that. I was there yesterday watching you."

"You watched your porn every night. I try to give you a surprise and let you watch me two days in a row, and you stiff me! Thank God my bull stiffed me better. At least I can count on him."

"I understand you're disappointed. But we can't let this interfere with how I make a living. Like I said, I'm a lawyer. I do have responsibilities."

"You're not a lawyer Alexander. You're a partner... in a law firm. Are you telling me you don't have other lawyers and staff that work for you? Your precious cunt Ashley comes to mind."

"Well of course," he groaned, hoping she'd drop commentary about the newest young associate of the firm.

"Then learn to fucking delegate. Put the cunt on it."

"We've been over this, Christina. Ashley reports to Jim Leonard at the firm, not me. I can't have that conflict of interest hanging over me. And as far as her personal life, she belongs to Jack Austin now."

"Oh, that's right. You gave her to him. Whose to say he won't try to give her back? Whose to say Jim won't. She's apparently disposable. Most whores are."

"I never said that. I said she was discarded by her old law firm. She's going to be a great lawyer. She's an asset to the firm. It was better we hire her than someone else in town."

"Convenient that you got her fired then, isn't it," she smirked.

It was an argument he wasn't going to win. It was one he didn't want to have again. Resigned that it wasn't worth continuing, he tried to change the focus back to his original objection.

"Regardless, I don't have the luxury of ignoring my professional responsibilities."

"Also regardless, I've told you I'm not putting my needs on hold anymore. I expected you at that hotel today, and I'm fucking pissed you didn't show up like I asked. I'm NOT going to be disappointed again. You will take me to my bull tomorrow, and you will look after the kids this weekend. It's that or you hire someone to babysit, because the bottom line is I'm going to be gone."

"Where?"

"Wherever the text says. I'm not certain where. I don't really care. I'm not in charge of that. My job this weekend is to do whatever my bull tells me to do. I belong to him again starting tomorrow morning when you drop me off. Whatever he tells me to do, or makes me do... that's what I'm going to do."

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"You're kidding, right? Did you learn nothing from your relationship with the cunt? I don't know what I'll be doing, and I don't want to. All I know is I'll be with him, which means I won't have any control of my sexuality. He's in charge, and I'm his slut to do with as he pleases. I'm going to be used. I'm going to be surprised. I'm going to be taken places in my head that I have no power over. It's no different than how you get off on not having a choice in this. I want to feel the same way... and I can't experience that with him during the week. In the back of my head, I always know that in a few hours I have to go right back to being an ordinary mom and a Stepford wife. The hotwife in me always gets the short stick, even while I'm getting a bigger dick."

It was another dig at his manhood. The fact that he actually had a well above average cock didn't matter; not now that she was regularly fucking a much, much larger one. Yet as much as what she said stung, he found himself getting hard because of it.

Knowing her statement hit home, she finished her point. "I need to do this, Alexander. I need to commit to this and know there's no time limit for once... that I'm not fucking him with one eye on the clock. I need to embrace it for an entire weekend, and know there's no backing out if it gets rough. And if you're honest with yourself, that's what makes it so hot for you too. You know if you're being honest, you want to spend an entire weekend feeling like you did in court today."

He understood. Part of the thrill for him was the idea of not knowing what she was going to do with her bull. But that quickly wore off once she began seeing him more regularly. Not once things turned, and the path he thought they were on began to drastically change.

Sure, he still got excited about being at work and finding out she was fucking another man. But once she started doing it several times a week, always on the same days, it became a bit predictable. It was still exciting, especially whenever he'd get at text with some erotic picture of what she was doing. It was even more so on the rare times he'd be told he could watch in person.

But with familiarity comes normalcy, and if he were being honest with himself, it was always better when something happened when he didn't expect it. It was being on that edge that turned him on so much. That's why her unexpected text to meet up at a hotel on a Thursday stunned him. That he was stuck in court was unfortunate. The X-rated texts that started coming every few minutes once he hadn't shown up at the instructed time drove his angst to levels he hadn't experienced before.

Nodding, he let her know she was right. She smiled sweetly, because she had him where she wanted him.

"I'm going to tell the kids that mommy is going away to a spa. And I'm going to tell them that I'll be a different woman when I come back. I don't know whether that's going to be something physical, like when I got my nipples and navel pierced for him... or just my emotional state of mind. But I expect to come back here a different person, which is what you want."

"I don't want you to be different, Christina. I just want to... I don't know... I wanted to open us up to more adventure. I liked the way things were before we went on vacation. I liked the way things were back in March."

"You mean back when you were fucking the cunt?" she smiled wickedly.

"You know that's not what I meant. I was talking... never mind."

"Yes, I know you loved how things were. But the reason we are where we are is because of January. And let's be honest, the women you were fantasizing most about are like what I'm trying to be. All our vacation proved to me that I needed the stability of my bull, and a lot more than once a week. You wanted me to be a hotwife. There's a big difference between that and just saying you want to try a different position in bed... which you could have done, by the way, if you would have just grown a pair of balls and asked."

She was toying with his psyche again, playing on his angst, insinuating her bull was a much better lover than he was. He felt the knot in his stomach grow, and he nodded in compliance. "I know. I never told you about my fantasies."

"And?"

"And it wasn't the place of my dutiful wife to act like a slut if her husband doesn't want her to."

"That's right," she grinned. "So, what am I now?"

"A hotwife... because that's what I wanted all along," he sighed.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means you're his sex toy."

"Mmm... yeesss," she hissed. "And there are a lot of different areas to explore in being a great hotwife. You've looked at enough videos to know that by now. And because I've seen them too, I intend to do just that... explore. Not that it matters. You don't really have a say in this, Alexander. This is what I want. Understood?"

"Can we at least do it next weekend, so I have time to prepare?"

"Absolutely not. My bags are already packed. He's already made the arrangements. This is happening whether you like it or not. And I suggest you figure out how to like it, because I have a feeling this isn't going to be a one-time thing."

His heart began pounding, his mind racing with the possibilities of what it all might mean. He was about to panic when she seized the moment.

"On your knees, Cuck!"

He hated that nickname from her almost as much as he hated being called Meat by her bull. It was his moniker for Alex, a way of reminding him that while he had a good-sized cock, there were monsters out there that women craved.

"On my what?"

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she pushed firmly on it, and he instinctively dropped to the floor. She lifted the front of her mid-length skirt, showing off a pair of panties he'd never seen before. They were the sexiest he'd ever seen her wear, and she giggled.

"Do you like the present he gave me?"

"Very."

"Good. Now pull them down. Mommy needs her pussy eaten."

"Here... NOW?"

"I'm not in the mood for questions. The kids are having fun in the pool. I've got my eyes on them right now," she said as she raised the glass of wine. After taking a sip, she looked down at him. "Eat me, Cuck."

He pulled the panties to the side, eyeing her beautiful pussy. Her thick bush was matted; her pussy lips reddened and a bit swollen. And she was incredibly wet. Deciding it was better to do as she said quickly before they got interrupted and it put her in a worse mood, he moved up and extending his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head while pressing her hips forward, forcing his face into her pelvis.

In seconds he recognized something was different. Very different. He pulled back, swallowing hard instinctively before he could react. Then it hit him.

"Was that... is that what I think it was?"

"Mmm, yes," she hissed again. "You're a true cuckold now, sweetie. Now eat that cum. You know you want to."

"FUCK CHRISTINA! YOU LET HIM..." Her index finger went to her lips, silencing him. In a whisper, he finished his exclamation. "You let him cum inside you!?"

Shrugging, she responded. "I had no choice."

"What the fuck do you mean you had no choice? We agreed! Condoms! He has to use condoms!"

"And who is in charge of buying his condoms?" she asked.

He knew the answer. As much as he hated to admit it, he also knew he needed to. "I am. But I didn't know you were going to be with him again today! It's Thursday."

"And I'm pretty sure I texted you today and told you I needed you to stop at the store and then come to the hotel, didn't I?"

"Yes, but I didn't know why?"

"Yes, you did. I reminded you I was out of them last night when I was letting you jack off on my feet. Were you too worked up to remember that?"

"That's still no excuse, Christina. We had an agreement."

"Yes, we had an agreement. And that agreement was that I'd make the men I let fuck me use condoms as long as you bought them. I'm a married woman with two kids, Alexander. I told you, I have no desire to be put in the embarrassing situation where I have to buy condoms for my lovers. And you agreed."

"But shit, you can't just let him cum in you. That's crazy. I can't believe you did that!"

"I don't know why you're so shocked. I sent you a picture. You can clearly see he wasn't wearing one. And that's what makes this exciting... how crazy it can be," she said calmly, taking another sip of her wine. She let out a laugh. "You should have seen him when I told him you weren't going to come to watch us and we were going to have to fuck without condoms. Damn. He usually wants me to suck him. And you know how much he loves fucking my ass. But not today. Today all that boy wanted was my white, married pussy. I told you, he really tore it up. I couldn't keep him off me."

Alex was freaking out. He was also harder than he'd ever been before. His emotions were so conflicted he just kneeled there on the hardwood floor, staring at her dripping hole. He could see more thick white semen oozing out.

"You might want to get busy cleaning me up. I guess the idea of fucking me bareback was too much. He came four times today. If you don't hurry, I might end up being the mother of three."

Alexander resumed eating her. He was like a man possessed, digging deep for all the sperm he could find. She knew at that point he'd accepted what had happened.

"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!"

Alex sighed inside, knowing she was a slutty hotwife. And apparently she was going to take that to a whole new level over a long weekend.

Still, he smiled happily as she exploded in his mouth.

"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!"