Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 24

"Yes. I want you to. The kids want you to."

"And if Christina doesn't?"

"I'm making the decision. It's settled. She'll have to understand, or learn to deal with it. She's getting to do what she wants right now. I should be able to make things right for the rest of us at home while she's off doing whatever she's doing."

"And just what is she doing right now. Tell me please. That's the last time I'm asking nicely."

"She's... well, I'm not sure what she's doing right this minute. I only know what she was doing last night."

"And what was it that she did last night that has you so worked up right now?"

"I can't believe it, Maggie. She was a hooker. She was literally a hooker."

"What?"

"Do you remember me telling you what she was doing when she was under Gerard's spell the last time?"

"His spell? He's not a magician. He's not a hypnotist. He's her bull."

"I know that, and you know what I mean. I'm talking about when she was wearing the chastity belt. He was making her be a whore."

"I remember. It wasn't that long ago."

"Well, he had her do it first at some hotel, as punishment. But then had her kind of do it afterward. And I helped. Fuck, I actually helped. I took her to that country bar, and she sucked off half the men there in the back alley."

"Yes. Very memorable. Get to the point. What did she really do last night?"

"Well it must have struck some kind of nerve. She and Brandi were street hookers. Literally. She was dressed the part, approaching guys in their cars, or on the sidewalk in some seedy part of Las Vegas, and she was hooking. Like she's been doing it for years."

"How do you know?"

"She sent me videos."

"May I see them?"

"What?"

"That seemed more polite than to tell you to show them to me. But you're going to show them to me. Now."

She walked over to where he was sitting, making him pull up the videos on his laptop. There were a dozen of them, only one showing Brandi doing the same thing to prove it wasn't just her. But there was Christina in the first one, approaching a car that had pulled up along the curb.

She was wearing barely anything. A pink mesh half tank-top that exposed her full breasts through the fabric, and showed all of her bare midriff. A very short black mini skirt that didn't really cover her ass and crotch. A hot pink G-string that was plainly visible. Black snakeskin platform boots with seven-inch spikes that went past her knees, and a matching black purse that was strung around her shoulder. Her back tattoo was in full view, as was the green butterfly shave-sculpted into her hair.

She was out there in that shadowy world, leaning into the passenger window of what was likely a rental. Then she pulled back and held her hand out, her other hand firmly on the edge of the door. When the cash was placed in her palm, she smiled and put it in her purse. Seconds later, she was climbing into the passenger seat, and her head disappeared from view. The video didn't end. It kept going, waiting for her to emerge five minutes later and walking back to the wall, leaning against it as she waited for another stranger to approach. There, she put her left foot on the brick, exposing more of her barely covered crotch as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Fuck, she smokes?" Maggie said in shock.

"No... never. She actually hates people that do it."

They watched her take a long drag, waiting for her next cock to service. "Looks like she'd been doing it her whole life."

"The smoking, or the prostitution?"

"Both, to be truthful about it." Alex didn't want to admit Christina actually made it all look sexy. Then again, he didn't have to. His hand found it's way to his raging erection. Maggie noticed. "That turns you on, doesn't it?"

"What?" he asked as the video went dark. Maggie reached down and clicked on the next one, this time of Brandi doing the same thing. But instead of sucking a guy off, she met a man on the sidewalk and convinced him to follow her into an adjacent alley. There, she squatted in front of him, blowing him long enough to get him hard, before putting a condom on him and pulling her short skirt over her incredible ass. Putting her hands against that wall, she offered her pussy, for a price. The video was short, only showing the guy inserting his decent sized cock inside her waiting pussy, the smile on her face as she looked back and encouraged him; the last image before it blacked out as well.

Alex had stopped his hand, actually letting go of his erection while Brandi performed. It was clear he wasn't the least bit interested in the natural blonde beauty and what she was doing. It was the newly dyed version with the green eyes and unique hairstyle that drove his lust. When Maggie hit play on the next video in chronological order, he was once again practically drooling... and all he saw was a man talking to Christina. They were in the midst of what could only be construed as a rather sexy negotiation. And all that time, she smoked. When Alex's hand went back to his cock the moment he saw his wife reach down and cup the man's crotch, Maggie repeated her question.

"Her smoking turns you on, doesn't it?"

"I don't know why, but it does."

"That's because she's proving that she's willing to change anything about herself to meet her bull's desires for her. She's an entirely different woman standing there."

"Yeah. She's a whore. An actual paid whore."

"That's not her first time doing it, sweetie. You said it yourself."

"Yeah, but the first time, when I was with her, it felt more like a hotwife game she and I were playing. She was just giving blowjobs. And before that, it seemed more like it was about Gerard punishing her. Throwing her in a motel room and going out and finding guys to fuck her. This is real. This is her walking up to guys on the street, or vice versa, and then fucking them for cash. Or climbing into stranger's cars and blowing them. IN LAS VEGAS for fucks sake! She could get busted! It's like I don't even know her anymore. And yet... I do."

What they didn't know was how high Christina was at the time that video was taken. And how close she'd come to having the cause of that high be heroin instead of the vast amount of THC she'd smoked in the form of wax prior to her and Brandi exiting the rental SUV a few blocks from where they were working. And there was no doubt they were working. Maggie and Alex saw her remove her hand long enough to take his cash. Then she took his hand, leading him down the sidewalk to that same alley.

She took a condom from her purse, putting it in her mouth as she sucked him hard. Alex was stunned that she had somehow perfected the act of putting the prophylactic on his shift with just her lips. It was like she'd been turning tricks her entire adult life. She was unfazed as she stood, lifting her skirt over her ass much like Brandi had. The only difference is she reached back, pulled her G-string to the side and literally fed his fat cock into her cunt.

"Look at her... she wants to fuck him. She's into it," Maggie observed.

"It certainly seems that way," he acknowledged, unable to keep his hand from grasping his cock again. She glanced, noticing the generous amount of pre-cum flowing from the tip, causing her to smile.

They watched several more videos, all of them generally the same. He wasn't stroking hard to them. Instead, it was more like he was edging himself, and she took notice of that too. It was almost like he was going to wait for the last one and then explode to it, no matter if that one would really turn him on at that point or not. His pilot light was lit. It was only a question of when he'd let himself boil over to the point of exploding.

There were a couple of videos of her climbing into a car again. He actually became visibly nervous whenever that would happen, fearful that the guy might drive off with her inside. Maggie sensed his uneasiness, and calmed him, saying, "There's more videos. They're in order. Obviously, everything turned out all right or she wouldn't have sent them. They used her phone to take them, sweetie."

"Yeah... it just seems dangerous."

"Being a hooker is dangerous. No one ever said it wasn't, especially the street corner variety. The fact that they're doing it together, and somehow they're filming it says they're taking some precautions."

"You know, you're right. How the hell did they talk them into that?"

"I don't think they did. I doubt they know they're on camera."

Maggie and Alex were watching the last video and she was waiting to see what might happen. Not with Alex. She was certain he was going to make himself cum. That is, if she let him. She wanted to see what Christina would do next.

As the shot opened, it was showing her talking to what would be her ninth man of the wee hours of the morning. Maggie couldn't really tell the ethnicity of the gentleman in the cars, but the man talking to Christina on the sidewalk was black. So were the previous four. The only one that she could confirm was white was the first one she took into the alley. Watching carefully, she noticed Chris drop to her knees eagerly, pulling out his cock and sucking it wildly. Then she was once again pressed up against the wall, pulling her G-string aside, offering her pussy to him.

"Have you noticed what's going on, sweetie?" Maggie asked Alex.

"She's a fucking whore," he moaned.

"Yes... and I'm sure you thought she was only going to be a slut as your hotwife. But that's not what talking about."

"What are you talking about, then?"

"Alex, that's the fifth black guy in a row that she fucked. The only white guy was the first one, and we watched her put a condom on him with her mouth. That means the rest of them --"

"Are fucking her bareback!"

"Uh... they already fucked her that way. This isn't a livestream. This happened early this morning. And they all came inside her. Aren't we nearing her ovulation cycle? She's pretty regular from what you've told me."

The fact that Maggie said 'we' was lost on him, yet she truly was invested in his family at that point. Instead he groaned.

"Yeeesss. It's been almost two weeks since her period ended."

"I thought so. That's pretty fucking brazen, don't you think?"

"I... we've talked about this. I know she doesn't use them with Gerard. Or with people we know really well, like Billy and Miguel."

"I'm not sure she's using them at all with black guys. Looks to me like she's become a true BBC queen, and is making a statement."

"What statement is that?"

"That black guys can have her pussy however they want, and she's willing to risk it. And that means whatever's going to happen in Vegas might not be staying in Vegas. It might be coming home. You might be paying for an abortion in a few weeks."

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, looking mortified.

"What?"

"She'll never have one. She's a devout Catholic."

"From what we just saw, I think Catholicism went out the window four cocks ago," she said as they watched her get railed. The mammoth guy fucking her was pawing at her breasts, pulling the top that hid nothing over them and using them for leverage. She was squealing, begging him to fuck her harder, actually humping back into him with a desire he'd rarely seen.

"She's not thinking straight. She's high on sex right now."

"Maybe, but she's definitely high," Maggie noted.

"What!?"

"I can tell. Probably just pot... but she smoked a lot of it. It could be something stronger, but I don't think so."

"She wouldn't do drugs."

"A half-hour ago you would have sworn she'd never smoke a cigarette, and now you're telling me drugs aren't an option? She's living an entirely different life right now. Her clothes. Her hairstyle. Her piercings. Her tattoos. Sucking or fucking any man that will slip her some cash. She's a hooker on drugs. Look at how her eyes are all dialated and glassy. She's fucking high. And fucking while high. Get your hand off your cock... you're not cumming to this."

He kept stroking, looking up at her in disbelief. "What?"

Smacking him on the arm first, she grabbed him by the hair to get his attention. "Stop... jacking... off. You're not allowed to cum to this."

"W... WHY NOT!?" he barked, pulling his hand away from his throbbing shaft like it was on fire.

"Because it's not who you are now. I'll take care of you in a minute. Look, Alex, you're a stag to a slut. Not a cuckold to a whore. We don't know what's going on, but we're going to figure out how to rein her in to being the kind of hotwife we can live with. Right now, she's not. She's out of control. Focus on what we're talking about. Are you really telling me one of these guys she doesn't know could knock her up this week, and she won't abort it?"

"Of course not. It's a life. She can step away from the church as far as she wants, but that's something so deeply instilled in her that she's... well, she's not going to kill it. Not under any circumstances."

"Then you need to get religious."

"Huh?"

"She's in Vegas. It's day one, and she's already taken five guys bareback that we know of, and she let every one of them cum inside her," she said as she pointed at the screen, the last client of the night dumping his load into her willing, waiting womb. "Do you honestly think she's going to stop now? For all we know, she's being told she has to let them cum inside her like that... although it sure looks to me like it's what she wants. Either way, you need find your God and start praying that she doesn't end up pregnant, or with a serious STD, which is pretty likely, to be honest. It's not like the pool of men she's choosing to swim with are high rolling tourists. My guess is that at the very least, she probably got herpes last night."

"Oh... God."

"Relax. That can be treated. Doesn't make it pleasant, but it also doesn't mean she's going to become a leper. A baby? That's going to be pretty tough to explain."

"I can't believe she's being that reckless."

"Yes, you can. It's your own damn fault."

"I know. I pushed her into this."

"No. She went where she wanted to go on her own. You didn't push her into Gerard. She found him all by herself. Walked right up to him and spread her own legs."

"It was hardly like that, but I get the point."

"Do you? Because now she's the one literally hand-feeding the cocks of strangers into that pussy of hers and letting them cum inside her. I've seen the videos you were watching, remember? Among the dozen genres you looked at, you were literally searching websites for hotwives that have been creampied by BBC's. That's on you. She probably doesn't do that if you're not telling her with your viewing habits that it turns you on. And once she saw them, it's pretty clear they turned her on too. She's only giving you what you both want. Come to think of it, I don't know that I believe Gerard is making her do that. Didn't you tell me that when she was his whore the first time, she not only came home with the chastity belt on, it had a whole bunch of condoms hanging from it?"

"Yeah."

"Then that tells me this is definitely her own choice. She's been given the freedom to do it how she wants this time, and she's letting them dump their loads inside her. But only the black guys. That's another interesting tell on her part. She really is becoming a Queen of spades."

"Gee... thanks."

"You can bitch all you want, Alex, but this angst you're feeling is pretty much exactly what you wanted. You were perfectly prepared to cum to her being a hotwife for you. Hell, you're still rock hard, even though you're watching her fuck a bunch of bums in a seedy part of Vegas. Except for the ones driving up, they're probably all homeless from the looks of them. Bet they haven't showered in a month. And yet you're turned on, because it's your wife, and she's doing what you want her to do."

"I know. I know... I can't explain it."

"You don't have to. At least not to me. But you're going to have to explain any STD she gets between you, her and her doctor... and a baby to a lot of people."

"I... I can't believe this is where we are. That I let it get to this point. I should have put a stop to it."

"I think it's too late for that now. There's probably not going to be anything we can do to stop her at this point. She's hooked on black cock. You can kinda tell. She's not going back to the way things were. But... we can work to make it something safer. And that needs to be our focus. Our first goal is to make sure she's not in any real danger."

"You're right."

"Well, the good news is she sent you these from her phone, which means she's using it. We might have a location on her right now. That's a start. We'll have to look into where she stayed the night when we get home," she said as she closed the laptop.

"What are you doing?" he asked, knowing he was so worked up he'd never be able to calm down without cumming.

"I told you, you're not cumming to that. I said I'd take care of you. Do you want me to crawl under your desk and give you a blowjob, or does my sweetie want pussy?" she asked as she lifted the front of her miniskirt, showing she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Here?"

"That's where your cock is. And it just so happens I'm here too. This isn't a debate. I'm either sucking you or fucking you. You have five seconds to decide, or I'll decide for you."

"I'm not going to last long," he admitted.

"I don't expect you to. We're not at home. Which is it... now!"

"Blowjob," he blurted.

"Hmm... interesting. Turning down the chance at fucking me in your office, when I know you've been fantasizing about doing just that since you hired me," she said as she dropped to her knees and crawled underneath his desk.

"It's... it's not that. I just don't want to disappoint you."

"One; I could never be disappointed in this cock," she cooed as she took hold of it, licking playfully along the length. "Two; if you think by asking for a blowjob instead of my pussy it means we're never fucking in this office, you're not accepting the reality that I'm going to play with this whenever I want, because it's mine when your hotwife is out hotwifing. Three; I'm very disappointed in you that you chose not to fuck me, because I'm not going to have your cum dripping out of me sitting at my desk like I've fantasized about. We both have them, Alex. I intend on making all of mine happen, and yours too."

His head tilted back as she took his shaft into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the mushroom cap. Closing his eyes, he let out a long moan. She sucked more of him into her mouth and she began fondling his balls, her intent to make quick work of her task at hand.

They were taking a big risk. It was very unlikely that anyone would come to the door, and it was locked, so they were relatively safe. Other than the fact that the office had windows from floor to ceiling and they were currently uncovered. It would have never crossed her mind to cover them. The windows across the street were to the Marriott. Anyone staying there likely wouldn't know them. Yet she felt compelled to finished what she was doing quickly.

Taking him fully in her mouth, she did just that. She began fucking him with her throat, ramming herself against his crotch with wild abandon. His hand went to the top of her head, the entire experience too much. He couldn't get the images of Christina out of his mind.

Maggie knew that. In most cases that would have upset her, because she was an incredible woman in her own right. But in this instance it was working in her favor, and she let that indiscretion slide. It wasn't like she'd never had fantasies of someone else while having sex. But that was generally when she was with someone that wasn't particularly ringing her bell, so to speak. She knew that wasn't true with Alex. She knew he desired her. Hell, he lusted after her. But it proved just how powerful the dynamic of an active hotwife was. She was going to have to accept that if she was going to pursue the relationship she envisioned for all of them. And that was even if they could figure out what was going on between Gerard, and perhaps Brandi, and Christina, and rein her in if need be.