Restitution Pt. 02

Carl wiped at his face and pulled himself away from Kelly's bosom. His head ducked and he hurriedly pulled his pants up from his ankles. His cock was still wet as he stuffed it into his briefs. He made no attempt to button his trousers but rather held them together with his hand and turned away from his wife. He paused as if he was about to say something, Kelly watched him intently. But his shoulders slumped and he silently departed the kitchen.

Kelly slipped off the small breakfast table and onto the floor. She pulled her knees up and crossed her arms over them. She rested her cheek on her arms and took a deep breath. For the second time in an hour she felt a man's cum oozing out of her. This time it was her husband's but earlier it had been from their boss, Arthur Caswell. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly to clear the thought from her mind. She didn't want to remember it just now. Didn't want to remember how hard and how many times she came.

Why had they stolen from him? How in the world did they ever think they'd get away with it? Stupid! But there was no sense in dwelling on the why's now, what was done was done and Arthur had enough evidence to put them both in prison for many years had he so chosen. They could have taken him up on his offer to work for free to repay the debt but that would have surely meant losing all that they had as it would take them a long time to square that account. And so Kelly did the only thing she could think to do and so far, it seemed to work. Caswell had literally fucked her out of her mind, or at least any semblance of conscious thought. But it all unfolded right in front of Carl and it was obvious he wasn't handling it well. Kelly didn't feel guilty about trying to save their lives from ruin but she abhorred the thought of hurting Carl. She loved him.

Kelly stood and cleaned the small table where moments before her husband and spent himself inside of her. She moved out to the living room and peeled off her skirt and blouse. She was panty-less and the image of Caswell using them to wipe the cum off his cock and then tossing them in Carl's lap flashed through her mind. Her eyes flashed up the stairs toward their bedroom where Carl must've gone. She sighed and resolved to let him be for a while. She picked up her phone and discovered a message from Caswell. It informed her that the two of them were take a couple weeks off, with pay. She tossed it down without a response. Kelly lay down on the couch and was soon fast asleep.

That night and all the next day passed without her and Carl speaking more than cursory words to one another. If she even hinted at talking about what had happened Carl would shut down or snap at her. When she would get into bed Carl would scoot away from her and wrap up in the blankets.

But by the third day, Kelly had had enough. Carl was on the couch watching television and she abruptly placed herself between it and him. Carl tossed his hands up in frustration.

"If you don't want to talk, fine," Kelly started. "But I need you to know that I hate that I hurt you. I didn't know what else to do Carl. When Caswell was threatening to destroy our lives...I just...I just used the only power I could think that I still had. I need you to..."

"I liked it," Carl nearly whispered without looking up at her.

It caught Kelly off-guard. "What," she asked softly?

"I...uh hum...I liked it," Carl repeated and rubbed his down-turned face.

Kelly paused for a moment and let his words sink in. She recalled seeing his pants tented up with his obvious hard-on when Caswell was fucking her but she'd chalked that up to an unavoidable physical reaction. She turned slightly in the direction of the kitchen and thought about him taking her on the breakfast table just after it happened. At the time, she'd surmised it was just pure emotion and some male need to reclaim what was his. But now, now she realized that he'd done it simply because he was turned on. Kelly cocked her head in surprise and swallowed to wet her throat.

"You liked watching him fuck me," Kelly tried to sound gentle but instantly realized how the question must've sounded to Carl. She saw him grimace in frustration.

"I'm so sorry Kelly. I know you think I'm some sort of freak or that I'm weak or that I don't love you but it's just that..." Carl paused and fought back tears of anger and embarrassment. "I don't know..." He shook his head and slammed the remote control down onto the coffee table.

"Carl, it's okay," Kelly reassured him as she processed what he was telling her. She'd spent the the past days thinking she'd hurt him but in reality he was trapped in his own frustration and embarrassment. "Tell me, is that something you'd thought about before or did it just come out when you were watching us?" She watched his face tense up and already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it, "Carl..." she pressed.

"Before," he replied meekly.

"I need some lemonade," Kelly responded and turned for the kitchen.

Carl hadn't expected that response and he began to feel anger in his chest. Just as he was about to lash out Kelly called over her shoulder, "Come with me Carl." As he rose he heard her call to him from the kitchen, "And bring me your tablet."

Carl snatched up his tablet and went to meet his wife. He found her sitting at that same breakfast table, the sun cascading through the windows made her black mane shine and he couldn't help but marvel in her beauty.

"Sit down," she instructed him and waited for him to comply. Her eyes stayed on his face but he could barely look back at her. She sipped at her lemonade and the clink of the ice in the glass seemed like thunder to Carl's ears. "Log into your tablet and let me have it."

"Kelly wait..." Carl began to protest.

"Do it," Kelly snapped!

Carl complied and slid the tablet to his wife. She propped it up and her finger began punching around the icons in search of porn. "Let's see what you've been up to Carl."

It took a little rooting around but Kelly eventually found the pictures Carl had been saving. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she knew it wasn't what she'd found. There were the more mainstream porn pics but then there were the other ones. Kelly's finger swiped at the screen as images of men in bondage flashed by followed by male genitals in all manner of torment and even crossdressing. There were images of men watching other men fuck women, some of them bound to chairs and gagged. She found pictures of men licking cum off of a woman's pussy and licking their feet. And there was lots of bi and gay porn.

Carl knew by the look on her face that she'd discovered all his dark secrets. He wanted to turn inside out or just disappear. He was sure his wife was so disgusted with him that their marriage was over. Caswell might was well put him in prison!

"Carl..." Kelly began without looking up from the screen.

"Kelly, please just listen..." Carl interrupted.

"Carl," Kelly snarled, "take off your clothes."

Carl was shocked. He'd been sure she was going to tell him to pack his bags and get out. Kelly kept flicking through the pictures and then found his bookmarks and began exploring them. Carl stood and quietly undressed in the warm sunlight. Soon, he was completely exposed to his wife, physically and emotionally. There was nothing left to hide now.

Kelly had opened a website with stories about men in chastity, submissive men, so-called "hot wives", and the like. She found a title that intrigued her and began reading. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Carl begin to sit down.

"I didn't say you could sit Carl," Kelly said.

"I..." Carl didn't finish and remained standing.

Kelly read with both fascination and an undeniable personal curiosity. As Kelly became educated on what was known as Cock-and-Ball-Torture, or CBT, edging, orgasm denial and more she both learned and found herself excited by the idea. She'd always loved power, her power. She glanced up at her naked husband and gripped his testicles. She pulled and squeezed and kneaded them as she read another story. And then still more stories and websites and without even really thinking about it, she'd been playing with what was now his swollen cock.

She paused to look at him and found his dick leaking. Thinking about what she'd read, what she'd seen in those pictures and remembering how he'd devoured her after the office fucking, Kelly pulled the shiny pre-cum onto her finger and held it up. Without a word Carl bent and sucked her finger into his mouth and Kelly felt a distinct tug low in her belly.

She gripped his hard dick and used her thumb to rub his wetness into the underside of his swollen glands. Carl shuddered and grunted. Kelly watched his face intently as she pleasured him. Carl's fists clenched and he began to groan and pant.

"Oh baby," Kelly cooed in a sexy voice, "are you gonna cum baby?"

Carl grunted as he fought back the urge, his teeth clenched.

Kelly rubbed that sensitive spot faster pausing to stroke his shaft and then again back to working his head.

Carl began to pant and his thighs clenched, "Oh shit Kelly..."

Kelly yanked her hand away and Carl's hips twitched and his cock bounced up and down. He groaned in deep frustration. So close... A small glob of actual cum oozed out of his slit and slowly stretched to the floor. Kelly discovered she loved it.

She pushed the tablet away from her and leaned back in the wooden kitchen chair. She just eyed him for a moment and let him hang there in whatever state he must be in. She considered asking him if he was sure he wanted to explore this path but his admission and his dripping cock told her all she needed to know.

Kelly slipped her hand slowly into her sweatpants and Carl's eyes watched in delight. He could see her hand rubbing her sweet sex. There was no arguing the images, the stories, and the entire notion of all of this had made her quite excited. Kelly pulled her hand from her pants and she held her shiny finger up before her.

"Smell," she instructed.

Carl leaned down, his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked her scent into his nose. Kelly saw his cock twitch.

She pulled her finger away from his face and seductively sucked it into her full red lips. Carl groaned.

"In my panty drawer you will find some plain white cotton panties," she began, "Get them." Carl began to turn away but she stopped him, "Wait! I want you to also bring me a marker and my phone."

Carl was perplexed but intrigued and set off to do as she bid. When he returned, he found his sexy wife naked in the chair and once again looking at his tablet. Her large breasts and sultry eyes made his dick throb. Kelly had Carl lay the panties crotch side down on the table and she stretched them tight with her hands.

"Now, write on the them 'Wish You Were Here'," she directed.

Carl gulped and stared into his wife's eyes.

"Do you want this or not Carl," she asked?

"Because after this, there is no going back."

Carl contemplated it for a moment and then began scrawling the words on her panties. Kelly pulled them up over her broad hips and climbed atop the table onto her hands and knees. She instructed Carl to take pictures of her with her phone and set about posing. After several shots, Kelly took the phone and flicked through the images. She was especially pleased with one that showed her thick black hair spilling across her arched back, her large breast squished out to the side and the message plainly legible across her upturned ass.

"This one," she declared. "Send it to him."

Carl looked at her in disbelief. He knew what they were doing but somehow just couldn't come to grips with the fact that it was really happening. He found Caswell's contact and sent him the image.

It had barely gone when there was a reply, "Home?"

Kelly looked over Carl's shoulder and she nodded at him to answer.

"Yes. Got the address?"

It took a little longer to get a response this time but then, "Yes. Half an hour?"

Carl looked up into his wife's now dark eyes. Kelly contemplated it a moment.

"Hour," she declared. Caswell may hold a lot of the cards, but he didn't hold them all! Carl sent the message.

"See you soon," was the response.

Standing behind him, Kelly kissed Carl's neck and his eyes fluttered. Her hand softly trailed down his chest and over his belly until fingers played in his pubic hair. Carl winced when she yanked several of them out. She brought them before his eyes and rubbing her fingers together let them fall onto his lap.

"I want this gone. All of it," she directed with a seductive but sharp bite on his ear.

Carl scurried off to do as his wife commanded and Kelly contemplated what to wear. She settled on a very tight pair of denim shorts and an equally tight white t-shirt. No bra and no panties.

After a while Carl was standing naked before his wife and she was examining his now clean shaven genitals. Her long red nails stroked his testicles and flicked along his dick. "Now don't you just look like the cute little boy," Kelly teased?

Carl was embarrassed but pleased at the same time. Just then the doorbell rang. Kelly glanced at the clock, it had only been forty-five minutes. She smirked at Caswell's compromise but insistence.

Carl nearly jumped out of his skin. "Shit! He's here! I need to get some shorts or something." He looked down into Kelly's big eyes, "Let him in and I'll be right back!"

Kelly snatched his scrotum in her hand just as he turned to flee. Carl squealed as she sank her nails into his now very sensitive flesh. "You'll do no such thing boy."

"Kelly please,' Carl pleaded.

"You wanted it. Well now you have it boy," Kelly gave his testicles a tight squeeze and found herself enjoying Carl's grunt of pain. "Our guest has arrived. Answer the door boy."

Carl's eyes widened. "But Kelly, its daylight. The neighbors..."

The bell rang again. "Then I guess you better hide behind the door Carl. Now go let him in," Kelly freed his balls and eyed him sternly.

Carl swallowed hard. His heart thundered in his chest as he crept to the door. His hand reached out and gripped the knob and pulled. And sure enough, there was Arthur Caswell standing on his porch, bottle of wine in hand. Carl hid behind the door and Caswell eyed him curiously.

"Come...huh hum...Come in Mr. Caswell," Carl stammered.

Caswell stood there for a moment considering things. "Either you're naked or hiding a gun Carl. Which is it," he asked?

Carl's eyes darted about, "naked," he sighed.

Caswell smirked. "Her idea," he asked?

Carl dipped his head and nodded. Did he really want to go through with this? Too late now.

Caswell entered their home and found Kelly eased back in a cushioned chair with her long silky legs crossed on the coffee table.

"You're early," she greeted him.

Caswell smiled, "Late by my account."

Kelly flicked her eyes in feigned indifference.

"I brought some wine," Caswell held up the bottle of red.

"I could use some wine," Kelly replied. "Carl be a good boy and take the bottle from Arthur."

Carl stepped beside Caswell, his hands over his crotch. Carl's body hair was naturally light and sparse but he'd taken Kelly's direction to shave quite seriously. His genitals, belly and most of his thighs were bare and smooth. Carl held out one hand for the bottle, the other still cupped his cock and balls.

"You know what, on second thought, just go fetch us a couple glasses," Kelly directed.

Carl set the bottle on the coffee table and his head jerked in embarrassed acknowledgement. He strode toward the kitchen. Carl was thin with a runner's build but his ass was tight and Kelly always thought it was quite cute. For as long as Arthur's eyes stayed on Carl as he strode away Kelly couldn't help but wonder if he shared her opinion.

Caswell looked back at Kelly and caught her quizzical look. "What?"

Kelly shrugged her shoulders coyly, "Oh nothing..."

"Well, you have to admit this isn't something a guy encounters every day ya know?" Caswell offered in his defense.

Carl returned with two glasses in one hand and the other still hiding his genitals. But he quickly realized he wasn't going to be able to open and pour the wine and continue to hide himself. He resigned himself to his fate with a deep breath and set about getting his wife and her new lover, their mutual boss, some wine.

Caswell sat down across from Kelly. "So what's this all about," he quarried with a flick of his head toward Carl.

"Well...," Kelly began as she took her glass from her nude red-faced husband, "it turns out I married quite a little pervert." Carl's eyes fluttered shut and he grimaced but poured a glass for Caswell. "I guess it took you fucking my brains out to get him to admit his dark secrets to me."

Carl stood fully exposed before his boss and handed him his wine. Caswell took in the sight of his shrunken penis and retreating balls. Devoid of hair and so drawn up he looked quite juvenile.

"And those are?" Caswell pressed and sipped at his wine.

Kelly smiled slyly, "Oh he liked it. He liked watching." Kelly let her eyes fall on her husband who was now standing dutifully off to the side between the conversing pair. "My husband is quite the closet slut Arthur. You should see the things he's been looking at and reading about. Bondage, cock torture, submission, even cuckold stuff. And..."

Carl's head dipped as he knew Kelly was going to tell Caswell everything.

"And..." Arthur said with a cock of his head?

"And I'm fairly certain he wants to suck cock." Kelly watched her words sting her husband but his cock began to swell out from hiding and she knew he was enjoying it as much as he was hating it. "It has certainly been a week of revelations." Kelly wiggled her feet playfully and sipped her wine.

Caswell looked Carl up and down, "Well Carl I admire your willingness to acknowledge your..." he paused dramatically and looked at the naked man's crotch, "your short comings shall we say." Carl's clenched teeth pleased Caswell.

There was a moment of awkward silence and tension began to creep into the air.

"Good wine," Kelly complimented.

"Your text message didn't give me the impression you were looking for idle conversation Kelly," Caswell replied with a smirk.

Kelly gulped down the last of her wine and slowly, seductively licked her thick bright red lips. "Good, 'cuz I'm not." She rose and Caswell's eyes drank in her luscious curves as she stepped toward him. As she passed her naked husband, her nails reached out and tickled his balls. She strode sexily toward her target.

Kelly slid her knees onto Caswell's lap and sat atop him. She kissed him hard and heavy and ground her denim-clad crotch onto his. She bit at his lip and rubbed his strong chest as he pressed back up against her. He urged Kelly back up onto her feet and turned her around. The creases of her soft ass peaked out from the too-high legs of her shorts.

He rubbed her cheeks, "Fuck you've got a great ass."

Kelly purred and slowly wiggled it from side to side. Caswell plunged his nose into her crotch and even through the fabric he could smell her sex beginning to come alive. He stood and rather aggressively wrapped one arm around her waist and the other cupped her chin and pulled her head back to him. His strong hand ran over her stretched throat and Kelly's breath caught in both fear and excitement. Caswell bit her neck and she winced. His hand slipped under her t-shirt and kneaded her heavy breast. Her nipple instantly hardened.

Caswell yanked her shirt up over her head and Kelly's large tits bounced. His hands gripped them and squeezed them and pulled at her thick hard nipples. He was looking over Kelly's shoulder and saw Carl watching them from the corner of his eye. He looked down and noticed his cock had begun to relax and swell.