<<Spread your legs, you whore, so we can see your pink hotbox.>>

On screen, Kelli spread her legs far enough to drape them over the arms of the chair, leaving her pussy half-openand exposed. Though the camera didn't pick up the details, Jack knew that his wife's clit would be very erect just below the top fold of skin. Erect enough that a properly placed tongue might soon send out shock waves that would leave her breathless and panting. He knew what he'd be eating later that night! For now, though, he'd just have to be happy with the image before him and his imagination, just like the now 54 subscribers who were sharing this moment.

<<Play with yourself. Rub your cunt and offer me your tits.>>

Kelli paused a moment, her face coloring as she stared at him through the camera's lens. Would this be the first time she refused an order? Apparently not. He grinned with satisfaction as she began playing with herself, one hand cautiously parting her slit while the other manipulated her tits, her off-balance form causing the chair to gyrate wildly. He could almost smell the sweet pungence of her juices, and wanted nothing more than to bend her over the desk and ram his cock deep into her dripping cunt. In the phone he could hear her heated panting, the small mews and moans she made as her fingers seduced and heated her fervid clit. The rest of her audience seemed just as appreciative, as the volume of the suggestions tailed off, presumably because each subscriber had at least one hand busy at another task.

Kelli bucked against the chair as her fondling became more urgent, her juices flowing copiously enough to be visible even through the cheap computer camera. Eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, as sweat plastered strands of hair to her face and neck. She appeared totally oblivious of the camera now, completely mesmerized by the sensations running through her body. She'd abandoned her tits to put both hands to work between her legs, and from the gutteral panting he heard, Jack could tell that she was only seconds from getting off.

"Show us all your hot, nasty pussy, you whore," he whispered to her, as she feverishly pumped her cunt. The change in tone of his voice, his dirty talk, and her frantic rubbing all coalesced at once, driving her into a deep and shuddering orgasm. Even without hearing her cries over the telephone, you could just look at her face and see that she'd gone over the edge. Many of her observers must've also cum, because a new stream of suggestions regarding her next act flooded across his screen. But Jack could see that she was already exhausted. And he had plenty more activities lined up for her after he got home from work. Her fans would just have to wait for another day.

***

"Put on a top and skirt. We're going out." Jack still hadn't told Kelli about the trick he'd played on her that afternoon by broadcasting her performance over the web. That would be, he thought, counterproductive what he wanted to accomplish that evening. Kelli paused a moment to look down at her outfit before hurrying upstairs to comply. He could understand her consternation. As soon as he'd arrived home, he had her dress in the same yellow bikini that Roger had talked her into buying on their fateful trip together. The same bikini that she'd so easily slipped out of on the way to Roger's bed.

Watching her sexy ass bound up the stairs, Jack could appreciate how Roger felt that first moment he'd seen Kelli clad in that bikini. More lingerie than swimwear, it swaddled her ass and tits like a second skin, enhancing more than covering her most intimate parts. With her blond hair bobbing and her hips swaying, she could easily pass for one of the California goddesses you'd expect to see on the beaches of Malibu. Only this goddess was about as naïve as they come, and as easy to manipulate as a child.

No more than a minute later she raced down the stairs, dropping to her knees before him. Given that he only allowed her a few skirts and tops to pick from, he wasn't surprised to see her wearing a white halter top and a short denim skirt. He could see the yellow bikini top right through the halter top's thin fabric, and at his command Kelli lifted her skirt to prove that she still wore the thong bottom. He was pleased to see that she'd selected sluttish looking high heels to accompany this outfit. He wanted her to feel like the slut she was.

In the car he drove a seemingly aimless path, though he was simply waiting for darkness to fall. Because in the darkness the underbelly of society would venture out. The kind that would understand and appreciate the woman his wife would soon be. To pass the time as they drove, he had Kelli push her skirt up and finger herself, reaching over at the stoplights to press his fingers against her pussy. He could tell by the way she curled against the door that she was afraid that someone would spot them. But he persisted in his attentions. It whet his appetite, and gave Kelli just a little taste of what she would experience later. Not that she really suspected.

Finally, as darkness closed in, Jack pulled into the parking lot of a seedy motel. Kelli's eyes widened and her face colored, but instead of leading her to the office, he took her arm and pushed her to the street, "Let's take a stroll."

Jack drank in the atmosphere as he watched his wife walk beside him, her high heels and halter top accentuating the shape of her breasts, her skirt barely covering her thong. He could already feel the attention shift to her. They'd barely walked 200 yards before the first car pulled over and a man called out, "Hey, baby! Wanna date?" Jack smiled as his wife blushed three shades of red, darkening even as she realized what the man was implying. Her blush had hardly begun to fade when another car pulled up, with the driver leaning over to comment, "Whooo, baby. You got that thang shakin! How 'bout you come and shake it for me?"

With a glare in her eyes, Kelli turned to Jack accusingly, "They think I'm a...I'm a..."

"...A whore," he finished for her. "They think you're a whore for hire. And it's no wonder, walking around in the red-light district dressed like that." He chuckled as her face colored again, this time from something stronger than embarrasment.