Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 20

"Mmm... maybe I should have just eaten you instead. That's a mighty tasty pussy you have, beautiful."

"Uh... thanks. What did you put inside me?"

Taking her cell from her purse, she opened an app. "It's technology at its finest." Setting it on one of her favorite pre-set programs, the egg began vibrating.

"OH MY GOD!"

"Shhhh... relax. I don't want G to know I'm helping you out. Here's a washcloth. The program I set it on is going to randomly change the speed and intensity. When you feel like you're going to cum, bite down on that and power your way through it. Okay?"

"Yeah," she panted, her toes already beginning to curl.

"Good girl. Now, the other thing I was going to help you with is to understand why you have to change your look. Let me ask, did you already have the loops in your nipples, or did G make you get them?"

"No. Sir made me," she responded, uncomfortable in calling him by his neighborhood nickname.

"Would you have done it if your husband asked?"

"Probably not. But I can take them out, so it didn't seem like a big deal."

"If your husband wanted you to become a redhead, or cut you hair short, would you?"

"No," she answered bluntly.

"There you have it. G wants to prove he has a control on you that your husband has never had. He wants to show him... and you, that you're willingly giving him a piece of yourself that no one else has ever had. It seems backward, but it's in that power that you'll find your strength and by letting go, both you and your husband will get the thrill you're looking for."

"That doesn't make any sense. You're saying I have to give up control to find strength, which I kind of get. But if that's the case why don't you want to experience it with him?"

"Did you ever see Hancock?"

"The movie?"

"Uh huh. Are you familiar with it?"

"Yes... we saw it. It was good. Why?"

"I like to think of my relationship with G like that movie. He's Hancock... and it's significant there's a cock in the character's name," she snickered. "G is like a sexual God. He really is. But I'm Mary, the character Charlize plays. I'm a Goddess, with equal powers. The truth is the sex between us is explosive... but we're both Alpha in bed. We fight for control of the action. Sometimes he wins, sometimes I do. But it wouldn't work full time. I know that, which is why I limit it."

"Okay. That actually made sense. But is that why he is so hell-bent on making me change my look? To show you..."

"Oh, beautiful, this has nothing to do with me. This is always going to be about you and your husband. G is simply using his talents to take you both where you need to go. And I say need, because by the time he brings you here, your relationship with your husband has been altered to the point there's no going back. G knows that. That's why he's going to make you change something... to continue to assert his Alpha Male dominance over your marriage."

"Isn't that a bit extreme?"

"A tattoo is extreme. Hair can be changed all the time. If that wasn't the case, I'd be out of a job. Now close your eyes and let that vibrator do its work while I rinse your hair."

Christina did, letting the sensations stimulate her entire body. She thought of where she was and how she got there. Not the immediate. Her brain took her back to the struggle she went through just to get Gerard to give her another chance.

Her mind raced to that text she'd received from him, waiting to cross a busy city intersection with her husband by her side. It was the text from Gerard, asking her for a picture of her face. But she'd already wiped away his cum in a moment of vanity, thinking their initial encounter had ended when she got onto the elevator. It never occurred to her that his control of their bull/hotwife liaison would extend to times they weren't physically together. It was exactly as Sasha put it; the mind games made the relationship with Gerard the most intense she'd ever experienced, and because of it she was certain it was heightening Alex's arousal the same way.

At the time of that text though, she was just as certain she'd lost her one chance to become a hotwife and live that fantasy life for real. It took forever to get back in his good graces; to earn his trust again. She'd fucked up since then, several times, and she'd been punished accordingly. But she wasn't about to put herself in a situation where she'd risk him dumping her a second time. There would be no third chance if that happened. She was convinced of it.

She sat in the chair, the vibrator changing patterns and strength. Finally it pushed her to the brink, and she clamped her legs together, biting on the washcloth to hide her climax. Her muscles tightened as she froze in place, fighting not to scream out. When it finally subsided after almost two minutes straight of cumming hard, she collapsed in the chair.

Sasha laughed and said, "Are you good now, or do you need another one?"

"I'm scared to have another one."

"Scared?"

"That felt like lighting going through me. My feet are in water. Another one of those and I'm going to turn this into an electric chair," she quipped.

"You're hilarious," she said as she put her hand between Christina legs near her pussy. "Push it out."

Christina did, a bit of her cum coming out with it. Sasha licked her fingers once again as she put the egg away. Christina sighed and closed her eyes, still working to accept a change to her hair was inevitably going to occur.

"Sasha?"

"Yes, beautiful."

"What were you saying before about hair color, and it being too short."

"G doesn't understand what I do. He doesn't get that a hairstyle has to be tailored to the woman. We all can't be brunette. Or a redhead. I mean, we can, but over half of us will look stupid. Same with length, shape, layering, perm versus a simple curl... hell, straight versus afro. He couldn't grasp that it's not one style fits all."

"He couldn't?"

"No. He knew nothing about the type of hair; you know, coarse, or thick, or thin. The shape of the face matters, eye position, eye color, the size and shape of ears. He thought I was joking. So I asked him if he'd train me in the gym the same way he'd train himself. He laughed and said no, because we're different. That's when I nodded and said same thing in my job. And it clicked."

"It did?"

"Well, it took the woman that he made me cut too short for him to see the light. He put a lot of time into that slut. But that hairstyle made her end it. He couldn't figure out why, and I told him amazing sex isn't enough for a woman to have to endure an unflattering hairstyle every day. She'd rather go without than look hideous. And she did. It did a number on her self-esteem. She didn't feel sexy anymore, so what was the point of having sex. Then I threatened him."

"Really? How?"

"I told him I wouldn't do this for him anymore if he wasn't going to listen to me. I wasn't about to give someone a hairstyle that wouldn't work. He consented. So, I talk to his girls now, and we come up with something. The only problem I've run into is women that think they know what will look good. Most of them don't. They know going in it has to be drastically different to satisfy G. But they don't want to listen to my expertise. They end up finding out the hard way."

"I trust you, Sasha."

"What?"

"All those things you just said, I wouldn't factor in half of them. You obviously care, and I know you know what you're doing. If the change has to be that drastic, I'm not going to be able to process it in my head. I'm not going to be able to make a decision, because I'm going to second guess myself. I need to just let go and trust you."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm your canvas, Picasso. Make me beautiful."

"You already are," she said excitedly.

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

Saturday afternoon, May 18th -- DAY 2

"WHAT!" Alex yelled as he looked at his phone.

"Now what?" Maggie said from the pool, hearing him from inside the house. She could hear him cursing and muttering after his outburst, none of it making any sense.

She was playing with the kids, the three of them throwing a tennis ball around while they treaded water in the deep end. It was incredible exercise. Still, she couldn't get over how effortless Tommy and Sarah made it look. Yet for the second time that day, Alex was blowing up, and she knew it had something to do with Christina. And her bull.

"I'll be right back kids. I'm going to go check on your dad," she said as she climbed out of the water. Grabbing a towel, she dried off her naked body and then walked to the house. "What's going on, sweetie?" she asked politely.

"Nothing!" he snapped.

"Alex, enough. I've put up with your pity party all morning. I'm not about to live this way the rest of the night."

"Then leave. Nothing's keeping you here. Certainly nothing is keeping my wife here."

"Yeah. Like I didn't know this was about Chris," she said sarcastically. "I'm not going anywhere. We've established that. So what the fuck is your problem?"

"She's not coming home until Sunday."

"Oh... so he switched it back," she said, knowing Gerard had originally told Alex she wouldn't be home until Tuesday night because he pitched a fit about her fucking men other than her bull, and for him knowing his kid's names, of all things.

"Let me fucking rephrase that. She's not coming home until a week from Sunday."

"What!? What happened?"

He looked at the floor sheepishly and said, "I fucked up."

"You texted him again? I told you to let it go. We could have figured out how to make it work for two days. What the fuck did you say to him?"

"I... I said that he had no right to keep her for longer than she wanted to be with him."

"Oh my God you didn't! Please tell me you didn't!"

"I'm sorry. I thought I could reason with him."

"Him!? We don't even know who he is yet. I told you I'd try to find out, but to be honest, I was thinking about the fun you and I could have while she's gone."

"Well it looks like we're going to have a lot of it," he said dejectedly.

"Did you ever stop to think about her reaction?"

"Of course. That's why I sent the text to begin with."

"Alex, you said she's been talking about being able to have a weekend like this with him for weeks. Do you really think that was going to phase her? Or him? She does want to be with him. That was the whole point. For all we know she's jumping up and down right now!"

"I wasn't thinking. I was just... upset."

"Any chance he's going to change his mind?"

"I don't know. I doubt it. He was pretty serious."

"Let me read the texts," she said, holding out her hand for his phone. He reluctantly gave it to her, sitting down on the couch, putting his head in his hands.

"Aw, fuck! Why'd you have to say that!"

"What?"

"Actually, any of it. This was all so damn unnecessary. I told you to let it go. Now we do have a problem. We can't miss work for a week, and we're going to have to get the kids to school. And home. This is not good. Not good at all. Fuck!"

"I know. I don't know what to do."

"We don't know. We're in this together, sweetie. Panic doesn't solve chaos. Rational thought does. Give me a minute to think this through."

"There's nothing to think through. I've got to find a way to get her to come home."

"No. You're going to be a man and accept this. Then WE are going to figure out a way to work through it. Let me get my laptop. We need to start with our work schedule and work backward from that."

She walked over to the island and fired it up, sitting on her now familiar barstool. She went on line and called up their work calendar, checking to see how chaotic their week was going to be with this new development. She scrolled, clicking on a couple of tabs, looking for possible pitfalls.

"Okay, I actually think we can make this work. We're going to have to be creative, but there's actually a couple of ways we can do this."

"I don't suppose one of them is driving to wherever Christina is and bringing her home."

"Stop it! If you tried to pull a stunt like that, you're going to ruin your marriage. Then where would you be? Stop bitching and let's work the problem."

He walked over to the other barstool and sat next to her. She moved the screen so he could see it, and he nodded. "Okay... tell me your plan."

"Okay... the hardest day is going to be Thursday. We're due in court at ten, but I might be able to move it. It's in Judge Rankin's court. Susan loves me."

"Who is Susan?"

"His secretary. If we have to go that day, I have to be there with you for that one. I've done most of the legwork with Loretta and she's comfortable with me. I'm concerned that if Judge Rankin takes one of his extended lunches. If he does, I'll have to leave to get the kids. But if Susan moves it, we're good."

"So, how is that going to work next week anyway?"

"We'll have to switch up based on our schedule. One of us will drop them off in the morning. The other will pick them up and take care of them after. When I get in Monday I'll go confirm the schedule, move what I need to including Thursday's case, prep the files for court... pretty much what I do every fucking day. On the days you drop Tommy and Sarah off, get to work as soon as you can. I'll do the same, taking them or picking them up... whatever I need to do for them. I need to be there for them so this isn't a bad thing that their mom is gone longer."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"I know. Asking went out the window when you ignored me and sent her bull that stupid text. Now we're in 'what do you need me to do' mode, and as usual I'm five steps in front of you already. Now listen up... I'm going to move our morning commitments for Wednesday to the following week."

"Can you do that?"

"I'm your executive secretary. I can do anything I want," she teased, reaching over to fondle his balls. He jumped back a bit, nearly falling off his stool. "You need to get used to this, sweetie. We're going to be spending a lot more time together now."

"I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that," he moaned as she played with him.

"Yes you will. Like I was saying, I'm freeing up Wednesday. I keep that day court free ever since you told me to keep your afternoons free. Now I know why. You go and watch your hotwife fuck."

"Yes," he admitted with a blush.

"Don't be upset. If I had the chance, I'd watch her to. I bet it's hot as fuck. My point is I never schedule anything for that day that can't be moved just in case. That day we'll work from here. I'll forward my desk phone to my cell."

"You can do that?"

"I can do anything. I'm your executive secretary," she winked. "We can log into the office system on our laptops. It'll be simple. Monday, Tuesday and Friday are pretty stress free. Two hearings and a couple of briefs we have to file. I'm sure there will be a few unexpected hurdles. There always are, but we're a team. We can do this."

"You sound confident."

"I am. Why shouldn't I be? We work the problem. It's not rocket science."

"Work the problem? Where have I heard that before?"

"It's actually, Work the problem, people. Let's not make things worse by guessin'. Ed Harris says it in Apollo 13. Of course, that actually was rocket science," she snickered.

"Wow. Gorgeous, loves to be naked, funny, and quotes movies? Tell me again why you're not in a relationship."

"I'm in one, with you... and your wife," she said as she leaned to her left. She cupped her right hand around his neck, pulling him in for a quick, yet steamy kiss.

His cock flashed hot, coming to full hardness in seconds. He actually got lightheaded. She pulled back, still playing with his huge balls.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"To remind you that while your wife may be gone a little longer, that also means you get more time with me. I'm pretty sure we can find a way to make this work. What do you think?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Good. I gotta go."

"What?"

"Do you have a door opener for the third garage door?"

"You mean for inside a car?"

"Yeah."

"Uh, yeah. It's on the shelf above where we hang the keys on the wall in the laundry room. Why?"

"To put it in my car. I'm going to be here for what, nine more days? I don't think you want my Mini Cooper in your driveway all that time, no matter how cute it is," she said as she got up and made her way to her bag.

"Where are you going," he asked as she put on a pair of tight white spandex shorts and a red tank top that was cropped, exposing her sexy midriff.

Slipping on her sandals, she said, "Home. I've got to pack a lot more clothes than I brought, which was this."

"That's all you brought?"

She shrugged and admitted, "I planned on being naked most of the weekend. I need work clothes."

"Fuck... " he groaned.

She walked to the French door, opening it. "Sarah! I'm going to my place to grab some things. Wanna come with me?"

"YES!" she yelled, scrambling to get out of the pool.

"Can I come?" Tommy asked.

"Sorry buddy. It's a girls trip, just like your mom is taking."

"What?"

"She texted us. She met up with a friend at the spa. They're going to take a trip... she won't be back until next Sunday. She asked if I minded staying with you guys while she's gone... I told her it's up to you and Sarah. If it is, I've got to run home and get some things. Is it okay?"

They both yelled excitedly, but Tommy still wondered why he couldn't come along.

"So it's only for girls?" he asked as he walked up to her.

She rubbed his wet head. "Yes. You're going to stay with your dad. He's going to teach you how to cook steaks and corn on the cob on the grill. You're making us dinner tonight."

"I am?"

"He is?" Alex laughed.

"That's how it's going to work while I'm here. We're all pitching in. We'll all do the work that needs to be done... and then we get to have our fun. By the way Sarah, your mommy texted me back. We can do skinny dipping any day we want. Okay?"

"Okay," she grinned.

"Good. Go put something on so we can go."

"Yes!" she said as she took off.

Alex looked at Maggie, unable to tear his eyes away. "How is it you can look just as sexy with clothes on?" he whispered as she sat back next to him.

"That's because men love the idea of taking things off women. Sometimes the wrapping is just as important as the present."

"Present?"

"Sweetie, you and I are going to get to know each other better tonight. I'm in charge; you already know that. But I think it's important we start this week off on the right foot. Who knows, I might even let you take a picture of me naked. The best you've been able to get is the one of my pussy the day we won Ashley's case, right?"

"What?"

"Alex. I've been posing for you for months. That was the first time I had the guts to leave my panties at home. Which I'll also be doing again when I go home to pack," she winked.

"You... you knew I did that?"

"Hello? What part about me posing didn't you understand?"

"God, I'm so sorry, Maggie."

"I'm not. I'm the one that started wearing naughtier outfits. I'm the one that started lingering in your office. I'm the one that started posing. I wanted you to look. I got turned on when I saw you pull out your phone that first time. Granted, I never dreamed that would ever lead to me being in your house, doing what we're doing. I did it because it excited me. Face it, we're both pervs, Alex. Now instead of just thinking about what it would be like, we can... "

Sarah ran into the room. "I'm ready Maggie."

Maggie looked at Alex, raw sex smouldering in her eyes. "I'll let you figure out how we're going to finish that sentence tonight." Turning to Sarah she held out her hand. "C'mon, munchkin. Let's go. Tommy, I'm looking forward to the dinner you're going to cook tonight."