Maxine Does 'Em All Ch. 03

When Clive woke up after a long good sleep, he and Maxine were alone on the bed. The dog had detached itself and curled up on the carpet for its own nap. Clive sat up and stroked his wife’s arm. Maxine stirred and opened her bleary eyes. Her face was crusted with dried semen. Clive looked at her longingly. She was still beautiful. He said he’d run a bath for her and make some breakfast. He went down to get her some orange juice after he turned on the taps in the tub.

Maxine was lying on her side when he got back with the orange juice. She still didn’t want to put weight on her sore anus. She sipped the juice down while he un-strapped her high heels, unclipped her garters and peeled down the messy nude-colored hose. He noticed how her legs were streaked with dried cum. He helped her up. She got to her feet and Clive led her into the master bathroom. She told him she needed to douche first and he helped her. It seemed strange that he should be helping with his wife’s most intimate health concerns. Her pussy certainly was a mess: her pussy hair knotted with dried cum and cunt cream, her inflamed vulva still pouting open. The douche revealed her vagina was a mess of mingled fluids, the semen of several men and one dog. Maxine said she probably needed an enema as well and she showed him where she kept the contraption. She told him how to use it, flushing red again that her husband was seeing her in this condition. Clive filled the water bottle with warm water and inserted the pipe in Maxine’s ass. Her red asshole was still gaping open and didn’t hold the pipe snug like it should. Maxine also shivered at the pipe scraping her tender, raw insides. Nonetheless, Clive did his best to empty the water inside her and then flush it back out. It brought with it the accumulated semen and ass scum, making Clive choke at the sight. After that he helped her into the bath and gently soaped her all over while she lay back, trying not to put weight on her ass.

After bathing her, he cooked up some scrambled eggs and toast, brought it up to the bedroom and they ate in silence. Maxine had torn off all the filthy sheets and pillow cases and thrown them in the hamper.

“I think I need to go for a check-up,” Maxine said, breaking the silence.

“What? A check-up?” said Clive.

“Yes, with the doctor you know?”

“What for?” asked Clive, feeling stupid for asking, but suddenly worrying where this might lead.

Maxine started crying. “I just want to be sure I didn’t catch anything, you know, from all those men…” her voice trailed off.

“Sure, sure dear. We’ll go for the check-up. Don’t worry yourself,” he said, feeling suddenly sorry for his wife, so timid and broken.

After they dressed up for going out they headed towards the car. Clive admired how classy his wife looked again all dolled up. With fresh clothes and make-up it was hard to imagine under all that she was an anal slut.

Sitting in the car seat on the way to the clinic was painful for her. She squirmed a lot and Clive kept glancing over at her. They got to the clinic and told the receptionist they needed an emergency appointment. Clive was getting nervous. He wondered what to say.

They waited in the waiting room a while, then finally got to see a doctor. The doctor was surprised to see a couple coming in together. Clive hurriedly thought of what to say, then told the doctor they had been in a “situation,” and needed to check if his wife was OK.

The doctor looked quizzically at them, then ushered Maxine behind a screen to ask her some personal questions before examining her. Clive fidgeted as he heard Maxine’s muted responses. The doctor exited and turned his back, putting on some latex gloves, He glanced at Clive and Clive saw his wife’s silhouette removing her panties and laying back on the exam table. She said “OK,” and the doctor went back behind the curtain and crouched between her legs. He probed around for a while, uttered a muted exclamation and stood up again.

He came out again and said he was referring Maxine to a gynecologist. Maxine didn’t want to use her usual gynie, out of embarrassment. Maxine re-dressed and came out from behind the curtain. The doctor said the gynie was in the same facility, just that she needed to wait a while. Clive told her to go on ahead to the room the doctor referred her to and told the doctor he needed to talk to him.

Maxine left and Clive blurted: “So what’s the problem, doctor?”

The doctor looked up and down at Clive and said: “It looks like your wife has some genital infections… I’m sure you were aware of something like that because you came here with her. She’ll need a more thorough examination by a gynecologist to get a diagnosis.”

Clive suddenly felt scared. What if he had caught something to? He had been inside his wife’s cunt and ass after she had been fucked by several men.

“Can you give me a check-up as well?” he stammered.

The doctor looked more knowingly at Clive and told him to come to the exam table. Clive unzipped his pants and took them off, then sat nervously on the edge of the bed. The doctor put on some more latex gloves, sat on a stool and inspected Clive’s shrunken penis. He gingerly lifted it and moved it side to side, then got up to retrieve something from his desk – it was a magnifying glass. He peered at Clive’s organ through the glass while Clive sat embarrassed, then the doctor sniffed and stood back up, removing the gloves.

“What is it, doctor?” Clive asked with trepidation.

“Nothing too serious,” replied the doctor. “You have a case of crab lice, or ‘crabs,’ to use the common term. It’s easily treatable if you’re consistent with the treatment.”

Clive was horrified and yet also relieved. He pulled his trousers back up and the doctor wrote him a prescription. He went outside and waited for Maxine.

She eventually came out of the gynecologist’s rooms, hanging her head and looking ashamed. Clive stood up to greet her. She was also clutching a prescription.

“What is it, honey?” Clive asked.

Maxine let out a sob. “It’s terrible. I was infected. The doctor said I had been exposed to a strain of chlamydia. And that’s not all – he said I had several secondary infections in my vagina and anus and I even have crabs!” she blurted out that last word.

Clive glanced around to see if anyone was in earshot and hugged his wife, before looking her in the face: “You’re not pregnant?”

Maxine looked up at him through her tears and stammered, “No-o, I’m not.”

Clive felt relief wash over him again. “Well, what’s the treatment?”

Maxine held a tissue to her nose and sniffed. “He said it was very early stages – a good thing I had come in. He put me on Cipro and some other antibiotic, and some painkillers.”

“Well, for how long?” Clive asked.

“Thirty days to start with… then more if need be.”

Clive sighed. “Let’s go home, dear,” he said, putting his arm around her.

***

It was three days before one of the white guys, whose name was Matt, came to collect the dog and the cash Clive had promised. Clive was relieved – it had been so awkward to look after the dog that had fucked his wife. They didn’t have nay of their own pets and he had had to go out and buy dog food. Maxine had just avoided the dog – she wanted it kept out back. Clive had been distracted at work the last two days and rushed anxiously home every day to see how Maxine was doing. Maxine had stopped going out shopping or to the gym. She just pottered around at home. Neither of them had talked about the events three days ago. It was starting to seem like a bad dream. Then Matt showed up.

“We want our money,” he said to Clive.

“Yes, yes, of course,” said Clive. He had hurried to fetch the big dog and brought it on its leash and was talking to Matt on the front doorstep, not wanting to let him in.

“It’s going to cost you more because we got a lot of people to pay,” said the shaggy blonde man.

“What?” said Clive. “What do you mean? I promised you each fifty bucks and I only hired five of you – the rest weren’t meant to come.”

“Well we all did come, some more than once,” Matt said, chuckling at his own pun. Then he got serious. “There were 12 of us and we upped the price – we want $100 each. And we thought we should get paid for old Buster’s services here as well – say, $100 for him as well.”

Clive was incredulous. “What the fuck!” he started to shout, then lowered his voice for fear of the neighbors hearing. “I’m going to pay you what I said I would!” he hissed. “Nothing more.” He opened his wallet to retrieve some cash, but Matt slapped his hands.

“You don’t seem to get it man, you are going to pay us what we say!” he looked threateningly at Clive, who suddenly got nervous.

Then Clive got stubborn again. “Listen, you think I’m going to pay you all that money after what my wife and I went through? You’re crazy!”

Matt smiled and shook his head. “You are a stupid fuck. You wanted that show, remember? You came to us! And you are going to pay. You got better than you even hoped for.”

“There is no fucking way!” Clive shouted, forgetting about the neighbors. A man watering his lawn across the road looked up from his work. Clive saw and got red-faced. He was getting angry.

“Just get off my property or you won’t get any money!” he whispered hoarsely.

“Oh, boy, you are making a big mistake – a big, fucking mistake,” said Matt.

“That’s it! You’re getting nothing!” exclaimed Clive. Then feeling indignant, he added: “What’s to stop me from calling the police and saying you attacked us in our home and raped my wife and did all sorts of terrible things.”

Matt was starting to fidget like a drug addict and rocked back and forth on his heels.

“You fucking little jerk! You’ll have to come up with your own answers to the cops, man! There’s a lot of us who’ll say the same thing. I could fuck you up right here, man.”

Clive got nervous and stammered: “You wouldn’t dare. There are people watching. This is a respectable suburb. They’ll call the police.”

Matt looked over both shoulders and then back at Clive. “OK, man. You think you’ve won but you haven’t man. You just made a big fucking mistake.”

He walked away, jerking the dog on its leash, then turned around to point his finger at Clive. “You wait, man. This isn’t over.” He had the dog hop into his pick-up, got in himself and pulled away, tires screeching. Clive’s neighbor across the street was looking the whole time.

Clive went inside and shut the door. Maxine meanwhile had been glancing outside from behind a curtain in the den upstairs. She was relieved when Matt finally left, taking the awful beast of a dog with him. Clive went upstairs, found her and said simply, “It’s over dear.”

***

Neither of them talked about the events of that night, nor the follow-up with Matt, or even their health concerns for the next week. Then the package arrived.

It was in plain brown paper and with no return address. It looked about big enough to hold a videocassette. Clive weighed it in his hands, then took it up to the den and sat down at his desk and slowly ripped open the paper packaging. It was a videocassette. Underneath it was a note, which simply said: “Watch this.”

Clive sat back in his chair and thought about. Should he just throw it away. He knew who it was from – there was no other explanation for the package. He sat there a long time before getting up and walking to the TV room. He inserted the video and turned on the TV. The first image was bluish monochrome. It looked like an image from a store surveillance camera. There was no sound. People were moving around in what looked like a bar. He leaned forward in his chair, then almost fell forward when he saw himself, at least the back of himself walking in the bar. He sat down at the bar and got a drink, and looked around. He saw himself eventually move and then approach two men playing pool. Clive suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but continued to watch. After chatting to the men, one went out and then there was an editing jump and he saw the man come back with some others. They spoke some more and then all exited. Clive could clearly see his face getting nearer the camera and then under it and out of sight.

He continued to stare at the screen and there was another editing jump. The scene was different and this time there was sound. A bunch of people were milling around, talking and laughing, but he couldn’t distinguish what they were saying. The camera was on but it wasn’t focused yet. Then the image was straightened but still jumpy. Clive saw some faces and was startled again when he recognized them – men from that night. Sweat started to trickle down his forehead. He hadn’t even realized someone there had a vidcam – all his attention had been focused on Maxine.

The person holding the camera made his way through the crowd to the scene they all had their faces towards. Clive saw a woman – J. Lo – bending over another body – his wife! The woman standing was clutching the other woman’s hips and bumping against her. There were grunts coming from the women and a rumbling of other voices, some whoops and laughing. The cameraman moved bit to get a sideways picture. Clive saw the big black dildo sliding in and out of his wife’s asshole. He felt sick and yet transfixed. He was horrified to feel an erection in his pants.

He fondled himself through his pants and glanced down at the bulge, then looked back up to see the action onscreen had changed. A dog was licking at Maxine’s gaping asshole and then mounted her, its pointed cock plunging in, barely touching the sides of the dark cave of Maxine’s opening. Then the dog was pulled off, Maxine was turned around, grasped something below her – his cock – sat on it and lay back, giving the first clear view of her face. Her face was glowing – she looked disheveled like a whore – and her body was glistening with sweat and semen. The dog re-mounted her and he knew its cock was going into her pussy. Maxine was grimacing, sometimes yelling out. It looked like she was taking a beating. The fuck with the dog seemed to last unbelievably long, with more yelling from Maxine. J. Lo came up behind the beast and pushed on it, reaching between its legs. The dog’s thrusts got shorter and its tongue was hanging out the side of its mouth, dripping saliva onto Maxine’s belly. Clive realized this was the part where the knot was being forced into her cunt. He remembered how her loose ass tightened against him then, his penis twitching again now. The dog was making little rocking motions and Maxine was mewling, then she arched her back up off Clive’s chest and shrieked her orgasm to the ceiling. Clive fumbled with his zip right then and pulled on his hard cock. He groaned and sperm shot out the end, dripping onto the material of the chair and the rug. He continued to stare at the screen and then heard a sound behind him. He jerked his head to see Maxine holding both hands over her mouth, her eyes gazing in horror at the screen. How long had she been there, wondered Clive in a fury of thought. What should he do, what should he say? He stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up. Maxine let a long groan-sigh.

Then a voice came from the TV, addressing them clearly. He turned to look and there was Matt, still recognizable and looking ridiculous with woman’s hose over his head. “Hi guys,” he said. “Is this thing on? Yeah? OK. Well hi folks, as you probably know by now, we have a back-up plan to get our money. Didn’t know about the camera, did you?” he chuckled. “Isn’t that some great footage? You gotta love those little hand-held vidcams. It’s what I’m being filmed with now.” Clive heard a muffled voice telling Matt to get on with it.

“OK, man! Chill!” Clive heard him say back to the camera operator. “Dude, Clive, or whatever your name is. We got evidence and the footage of you coming into the bar was just a bonus, man. We know a guy there. And that’s not all. I got a buddy who knows the Internet, man, and he can hook us up. I mean, you can see this piece, from your house man. I mean not yet, but you will be able to see it on the net if you don’t pay us, man.” Matt sounded jovial, like a joking slacker. Then his voice hardened: “Man, the plan’s changed. We want more than we asked for. Even 100 bucks is not enough, man. You are going to pay!”

Clive ran his hands nervously though his head, suddenly panicking. Maxine had sat on the edge of a chair, still looking horrified.

Matt continued: “We ain’t done with your wife, man. We were talking, the guys and I, about what a hot piece of ass she is. We want to fuck her more, man, and if you don’t listen to us we’ll spread the word man, about you and your hot little wife. This video will be up on the web and we can make copies and ship it anywhere man – to your boss, your friends – anywhere man!”

Clive looked anxiously at Maxine. What were they going to do. He was horrified of his boss, his neighbors finding out what had gone on here that night. What would happen to them. He couldn’t bear the shame.

“Well, that’s it, man. Expect us there next week. Don’t even think of calling the cops because this video will go out, man! You won’t fucking be able to take it back. And the stuff with you in the bar – they’ll see you put us up to it anyway, man. You give us what we want – we now want $500 each – that’s…” he paused, doing the math, then hearing a voice in the background, said: “Five hundred times 12 is $6,000, man! Whoooeee! Consider that payment in advance for future services. Oh, and we’ll bring some new friends next time.” He paused again, then added: “Tell your wife I hope she’s tight again, man. We gave her a couple weeks to recover.” He laughed and the picture went to snow.

Clive continued to stare at the fuzzy screen, then woke as if from a dream and leaned to turn off the TV. He sat back and looked at Maxine. She was sobbing into her hands. She looked up and screamed, “I can’t do it!!! You have to call the police. Did you hear what they were asking? You have to get them off of us!”

Clive was lost for words. “But… you heard what they said. Good grief! We both saw what they have – they have a video, Maxine – of that night – of me soliciting them. We have no argument, no accusation of rape. It can’t be done.”

“We have to do it, do something,” whimpered Maxine. “Got to get them to keep away…” her voice trailed off into deep, wracking sobs.

Clive felt awful for them both. He went over to his wife and gently touched her shoulder. “It’ll be OK, dear. It’ll be OK.” He didn’t know what else to say.

To be continued...