I was so tired all day at work. I hadn’t got a single minute of guilt free sleep last night. Between having been cheating on my husband, slutting for his boss, and training him to do something I wasn’t even willing to do myself, I had become an absolute bitch. The little bit of sleep I did get was when I started to think about what I had planned for today.

The one thing that finally woke me up was when I took a break to call Jesse. I asked him if he could come by after I got off work and why, and he jumped at the chance. He seemed almost as excited about turning my husband as I was. I still hadn’t planned the full event yet and couldn’t figure out the best way to present my husband with his first cock. Immediately there after I was going to have to ‘fess up about Jesse. What’s worse for my poor husband was that I wasn’t sure how I would answer him when he asked the inevitable question; would Jesse be out of the picture now?

The phone was ringing as I came through the door. It was George and I instantly blurted out that I had told Kelly I couldn’t come by today. He brushed that away and said that he just needed to talk to me. It seemed that Kelly was giving him a hard time all day. He would leave little notes on his desk every time he left his office, teased him about having fucked his wife, and kept grabbing his crotch as if to say he wanted a blowjob. I talked my husband in to calming down and then called Kelly. I got him to agree to quit bothering my husband. He was just making my job harder. When he asked if we were still on for the next day, I told him we were if he didn’t blow it today. I also reminded him to have the check ready for us.

I fretted over how the afternoon was going to go right up till the minute Jesse knocked on my door. We sat in the living room for a half hour talking it over and the only thing we decided on was to play it by ear. Jesse was going to wait in our spare room until I called him, or knocked on the wall. He didn’t like seeing me so worried and lifted me into his arms in a cradling position, and carried me to our bedroom. This time he took all of our clothes off himself and talked to me about the diner and if I was going to keep it open. I told him I wanted to, but I had no idea what was going to happen for sure. He finally calmed me down with a quick exchange that gave me the confidense I needed.

“Look Danielle, if it comes right down to it, I’m sure I can make him do it. I’ll just put him in his place and shove it down his throat if necessary.”

“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. Promise me you won’t hurt him.”

He promised me and told me that I had better find a way to keep seeing him, or he would get mad. It seems he really liked fucking me as much as I liked fucking him. Watching him mounting me was always such a thrill that made my clit tingle as it would get rubbed one long stroke as he would slide his cock into me balls deep. His cock was just enough larger than my husbands that every time he would stroke in and out of me that his shaft would rub up against my clit. Kelly also seemed to have this advantage over George. I started to wonder if my husband was being demoted to the benefit of giving me blowjobs only. If thaty could keep him cumming hands free as he had three times now, this three man system might just be the most awesome thing a girl could hope for. Jesse was the sensitive hulk every girl dreamed of, Kelly was the forceful conceited prick that knew how to take a woman, and George was the guy that could always bring the kink. Not many guys like eating out their women and even fewer are good at it.

I reminded Jesse that we had to go slow. If he was going to successfully get my husband to suck him off, I didn’t want him so drained that it would take forever. But I pictured George flailing about in Jesse’ strong hands with his cock buried deep in his mouth and grew hot as the sun. I asked Jesse if it came down to it, how he would do it to my husband. From the moment he started to describe how a forced blowjob usually went, I started shuddering in light orgasms. I asked him if guys would normally get hurt when they were forced, and he said it really depended on the guy. Even at it’s worse, it was usually no more than a badly bruised ego. He mentioned that he could throat fuck him if I wanted and I told him to save that for another time. And for some reason I knew there would be another time.

Jesse could see what his talking to me was doing and kept pushing the envelope. He wanted to know just how I wanted him to feed my husband his cum; just in his mouth or deep to the back of his throat so he would have to swallow the whole load. I shook my head. Even if I knew what method would be easiest for George to cope with, I was only thinking of what would make me the most pleased. I couldn’t even tell then which would drive me the wildest; not having a choice, or having to swallow on his own volition. I looked at the clock and saw that Jesse had nicely dragged this out into one long fuck. I told him he could finish making the desert for my husband, the diner would be opening soon. He wanted to know if I wanted his load in the usual place and I told him yes at first, but then I told him to make it a little sloppy. George had to know what he was doing this time.

With that, Jesse picked up his pace and brought us both to a fine finish. I held him to me and told him how I hoped this wouldn’t be our last time. I had so fallen in love with him and didn’t want this to end. We kissed for several minutes and he even held me still so he could mark me with a juvenile hickey. He said it might be the last thing he ever gave me and so I let him. I kept telling him I didn’t want our affair to end, but I had no idea what was going to happen today. I couldn’t have known what Jesse had been planning for a couple of days now.

I told him it was time for him to go into the next room. He kissed me goodbye and said he’d be waiting for my call. He grabbed his clothes and walked his finely chiseled body out to the spare bedroom. I laid there for a good ten minutes and managed to squeeze some Jesse Jelly out of my canal and smeared it all around my labia. I was growing so hot and fucking horny over what I was about to do to my poor, sweet husband. This could very well ruin my marriage, but I prayed it didn’t.

George’s car pulled in and I just had to yell out one last, “I love you” to Jesse. He yelled it back to me and said he had heard my husband too. When George didn’t see me, he must have figured I was waiting for him. It took long enough for him to come back to me to tell me that he knew what to expect.

This time I wasn’t playing with myself. I just waited for him to come in and see me, then I opened my legs and said, “I’ve been waiting for you. Take off your clothes.”

He was visibly trembling as he looked over my cunt and had to see the sloppiness I had prepared for him. When he didn’t move at all, I finally felt that dominance thing kicking in again. I had to follow through with all the plans if I was going to have him prepared for tomorrow.

“You know you have to get prepared. Now, take off your clothes and get over here.” I started playing lightly around my outer lips as if that would entice him. I watched as he slowly began to comply to my orders. I knew right then that if I wanted anything done that he hesitated at, I was going to have to get really bitchy with him. We could make up later, but now he had work to do, and I was going to get my fantasy fulfilled.

It was taking him so long to get undressed that I barked at him to hurry up. When he started crawling between my legs I thought I would explode. I asked him, “Have you’ve been thinking about what a cock is going to feel like in your mouth?”

His lips were quivering. I reached up and grabbed the back of his head and guided him to my crotch. He slowly began lapping at me and paused to ask if this meant Kelly had come by. I told him to stay in learning mode and I’d tell him everything in a short while. I finally had to confess to him as he began getting into his rhythm about what was driving me so much.

“I’m sorry honey, but you have to know how this effects me. Watching you clean me up has been keeping me so fucking horny. I know you don’t want to do this anymore, but when I saw how wild the taste of another mans’ sperm got you, I couldn’t come off my high. What Kelly wants is just one more step away… you’re so close. I know you can do it.” I knew there was one bigger thing to confess. I leaned up and pulled his head away from me to look him in the eye. “God, how can I say this. I… just have to see you… sucking another mans’ cock… for me. Just the thought of it has been driving me fucking mad. I’m so sorry.” I tried to apologize with my eyes, and then guided his head back to my lips.

Like the other day, I rolled the two of us over so I was sitting on his face and stared at him. His tongue darting into me wasn’t what I needed now, so after I said I was sorry one more time, I leaned way back and knocked on the wall. I leaned back over his head and said, “It’s time to take the next step sweetie.” And as Jesse quietly came into his view and he started trying to get me off him, I calmed him down with my voice and then said, “This is Jesse honey. He’s here to help you cross the next bridge.”

He started thrashing his head side-to-side, but I was holding him in place. I could tell he wasn’t fighting me nearly as hard as he could. His eyes trained on Jesse. He had put his pants back on, but I could tell he had pumped up his muscles to intimidate my husband.

“Don’t worry honey. I’m going to be right here to help you through this. Just do as you’re told and he’ll go easy with you.” I started to climb off his face but continued holding his shoulders down until I was clear. I looked at Jesse and said, “Be good to him now.” With that I had handed my husband over to my lover for him to learn how to give a proper blowjob.

George started climbing off the bed asking who Jesse was, but Jesse quickly told him to shut up. Jesse was taking control of him right from the start. I was getting fearful over what it was going to take over the next few minutes to encourage George to do as was planned for him. I could see Jesse was only a couple of inches taller than my husband, but had a much broader build. When I saw Jesse start unzipping his pants I thought I would wet myself. It was about to happen. I was about to see one of the most primal sex acts of the ages take place right in front of me. One man was going to be forced to care for the sexual frustrations of another. I wondered if this were happening to anyone other than my husband if I would be so engrossed in every little detail, but I knew it was because this was happening to someone I loved so much that made it so fucking erotic.

George watched as Jesse’ pants fell to the floor. He hadn’t put anything else on and his cock was very ready for my husbands mouth. It was amazingly hard and sticking straight out from his body. It looked so commanding. The tip of it was glistening with his precum. Jesse started walking out of his pants and toward George, and my husband started cowering in fear. Not only did he properly size up Jesse as the dominant male here, he knew this was all set up to finish off his training. Actually, Kelly wouldn’t consider his training complete until he sucked cock on demand.

Jesse grabbed his own cock, stroked it toward my husband and said, “Come over here and get to work.”

George started to back away and Jesse commanded him louder to obey. I was so fucking hot that I sat on the edge of the bed and started circling my clit as I watched this mating of two males take place. In some dark place within me, I was hoping that George would fight back just a little. I had read stories like this about men and older boys showing their dominance over the weaker of their gender. But this was so much more in my face.

Jesse reached out and grabbed George by the hand, and started tugging him to him. I was seeing a fear in him unlike anything I ever thought I would see. When he clutched George close to his body, he started squirming to get away, and Jesse grabbed his shoulders roughly and started forcing him to his knees. Poor George looked at me with pleading eyes and all he had to see was my extremely heightened sexual arousal, and me playing with myself while watching his humiliation and torture. George was stuttering his rebukes, but Jesse knew what he had to do as the alpha male and grabbed George’s hair to totally control him. But George still struggled to get away until Jesse bent him backwards over the edge of the bed. He now had my husband pinned, and was bringing his cock up towards George’s mouth.

I was frigging myself now like a wild woman and even moaning a wickedly pleasing wail over my husbands defiling. I watched as Jesse jerked my husband against the bed several times while demanding him to open his mouth. My husband was now in physical pain and all I could think of was that very moment when Jesse would get his cock through his lips that first time. I should have been telling Jesse to go easier, but he was the guy and knew by instinct what it took to get compliance. I watched as he pried George’s mouth open with the fingers of one hand, held his cock right up to his lips, and then left his cock to grab George’s hair again. George tried to scream in pain, but got his first mouthful of cock instead.

George’s eyes darted to see me screaming my way through the absolute wildest fucking cum I ever had in my life, even as Jesse started to stroke himself into my dear husbands mouth. I knew he was hating me right now, by I couldn’t control myself anymore. This could very well cost me my marriage, but at the moment I felt it was well worth it. I watched as Jesse’ hands grabbed the sides of George’s head and began to fuck his head like a melon. George was gagging horrible sounds and I looked to see that Jesse felt perfectly alright with it. I was leaving this totally up to the males to work out, just as a photographer wouldn’t stop a lion in the middle of a kill. George was simply fulfilling his role in life as the dominating male desired of him.

My own heat wave was subsiding, so I leaned closer to watch my husbands face and the thick cock ramming him harder than I had expected. His eyes kept pleading with mine to stop his assault. Instead, I reached out and gently rubbed the back of my lover’s legs to let him know how well he was doing for me. I saw Jesse’ eyes beginning to squint and I suddenly understood there was a decision here that I could help make.

“Sweetheart, he’s getting ready to cum for you. Will you be able to swallow it for him?”

He tried desperately to shake his head ‘no’.

“But you have to take it for him. Especially since it’s your first time. Would you rather him not leave you a choice?”

He was so frightened that I couldn’t read his face. I asked again his desire. “If he just comes in your mouth, will you be able to swallow it honey.” I waited but saw no answer. Then I asked, “You need his help, don’t you?”

All he did was shut his eyes and continued making the horrible gagging sounds of the submissive male he was at the moment. I looked up at Jesse and told him, “You’d better make it easy on him.” I sat back and quickly darted my hands back to my own cunt and began rubbing myself off faster than I’d ever done in my life. I watched as Jesse started probing my husbands mouth to see just how much he could take before hitting his throat. I could see my husbands throat bulging where the head of Jesse’ cock was getting stopped. I got so damned twisted as I started screaming again in climax as I almost told Jesse to force his cock deeper just so I could see his throat getting filled with my other mans’ cock. But it was good enough for sure when I saw Jesse hold his cock in place and began relieving himself right there. I could see my husbands throat expand ever so slightly, indicating he was being fed his first load of cum, directly from another mans’ cock.

George’s eyes were bugging out of his head and sweat was rolling from his eyes and forehead. When Jesse finally had emptied his balls in my husband, he released his head like a balloon and George jerked away for air. He was trying to spit out what was already headed for his belly, and I was coming back to my demure self. Jesse stood back and rubbed his cock and balls.

“Now that was good! I’m gonna love coming over here to use my girl’s husband now and then for a quicky. What do you say little man? You like the sounds of that?”

I went to Jesse, gave him a kiss and asked him to leave us alone. I told him I’d call him later and promised I’d call him within a couple of hours to let him know how things went. Jesse got dressed as I tried to get close to George. He wanted nothing to do with me right now and Jesse warned him to stay cool with me. When he was ready to leave, he came over to George, demanded that he open his mouth again, and when he did, he stuck his forefinger into his mouth and told him to suck on it for a minute. I was totally shocked when I saw George complying so quickly. Jesse gave him a last warning not to fight with me, and then leaned over as George watched and gave me a kiss goodbye. He held my chin so I wouldn’t back away and I could tell this was a last bit of the pissing contest between my males. Suddenly, the hickey on my neck came back to mind as if I was branded.

I sat on the floor as George looked away from me at the floor. We sat silently for several minutes until I just had to know from the submissive’s view what it had been like for him.

“Was it really as bad as you thought it would be?”

He said nothing.

“Jesse said this was something that males knew how to work out among themselves and told me to stay out of it. You know, the alpha male thing and all. I’m sorry for getting off so much on watching that happen to you. I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Still nothing.

I looked down at his crotch and saw his cock looked like it was still frightened. I had tried to remember to see how hard or soft it was during the event, but I had forgotten. I felt so awful that for the first time I knew that I had a really big apology to make. Considering that I had just allowed a dominant male have at my husband, I wanted to show that at least in some respect that he was still dominant over me. I took a huge gulp and warned George that if he ever told anyone, especially Kelly, what I was about to do, I would call him a liar.

I scooted a little closer and had to push my head under his arms because he wasn’t concerned in helping me at all. I wiped the head of his cock totally dry with my hand, then I leaned in to suck his flaccid cock into my mouth. He opened his legs ever so slightly, which made me feel a whole lot better. But having a cock in my mouth was almost making me want to throw up, so I bobbed my head on him just a few times and pulled away from him.

“See… I’m still your bitch. We all have our place in life.” Once again I lied and tried reaffirming that we were almost done with all this. I told him once again that there were just three checks to go and after tomorrow, there would only be two. I forgot that he didn’t know about tomorrow yet and his eyes shot towards mine.

“I’m so sorry honey, but that was why Jesse had to happen today. Kelly expects you to do him tomorrow. I just know there’ll be some form of punishment if he doesn’t get his way.”

George understood that he had a second blowjob to give now.

I knew it was also time to come at least a little clean on Jesse, but the whole truth would have to wait until later. “Jesse has been helping me get you ready for tomorrow with Kelly. He was so sure of himself and swore he knew how to help teach you. It wasn’t Kelly fucking me, it was him.”

“And now he expects that he can do that to me anytime he wants?”

“No, I don’t know why he said that. I’ll make sure he doesn’t ever touch you again if you want.” It was hard to say those words because as I had been sitting there in silence moments earlier I had thought about how much I wanted to watch that scene over and over. But that was something that I could work on later. It occurred to me that a smart girl would have taped that scene.

I gulped again and leaned over to suck on George’s flaccid cock a few more seconds. It was such a feeble attempt, but at least he had to know what I felt to go that far at least. And sucking on a soft little prick is an odd feeling at best. It was like I didn’t turn him on at all by doing that.

It took hours before I could get George to open up and talk about what it had been like for him. All the things I had thought he would be feeling was right on the money. I was glad he was talking, because I had to prepare him for his second cock, and his second load tomorrow. The hardest part was trying to make the dominant / submissive thing sound like a perfectly normal way of life to him. After the near raping I had received from Kelly, I knew he would be just as hard on my husband as Jesse had been, maybe even worse. I couldn’t let him know that though or he would never bother going to work tomorrow.

An idea came to mind that I thought might make Kelly a little nicer towards him. I posed for another picture that he was supposed to sneak in and swap for the picture in the frame in his office. This time it was of me with George eating me out. It took a lot of convincing, but I not only got George to pose for the picture, but I even got him to bring me off again. He admitted that he could still taste Jesse, which was a big step in his training as far as I was concerned.

The next morning I took off as a sick day, but I made sure to be up to get my darling husband off to work. I wanted to make sure he was in good spirits and ready to perform. I reminded him that I wasn’t supposed to go to his office first anymore, so the next time he saw me I would probably be waiting for him in Kelly’s office. I told him I would do everything I could to make him go really easy on him. Just before he left, I gave him one last piece of advice; the better of a job he did, the faster he would be done.

The second he was out the door, I walked away from my guilty feelings and headed for the bedroom. I had wanted to fist fuck myself silly ever since I had picked up his spirits yesterday, but I hadn’t wanted to take the chance of George catching me. That would have let him know that I was way too into watching him being man-handled. Just when I wondered how I was going to wait the next three hours until one of my boys called me to the office, Kelly called me. He told me he couldn’t wait to talk to me any longer and needed to know if he was going to get his blowjob today. I let him know that as long as he didn’t push my husband too hard, that he was falling right in line.

He really didn’t seem to believe me, so I told him how he had his first cock yesterday. That got him all excited and I begged him not to let my husband know that he knew about it. He told me how he was rubbing himself at the moment and didn’t think he could last until the end of the day. He told me to come right over and we would do it as soon as I got there. I told him he wouldn’t be able to work afterwards and said that I’d agree to help him if he would give George the rest of the day off. He agreed, so I told him I’d be there in twenty minutes.

I knew that George might be surprised, but at least he would be getting it over with and be able to go home early. But I had two surprises to throw into the mix.

As soon as I got there, I went right back to Kelly’s office. The receptionist wasn’t at the front desk for some reason. Kelly was waiting for me and sitting at his desk. He started to call George right off, but I stopped him. I told him I wanted two things. I had brought our camcorder because this time I wanted to capture this most erotic scene for my own benefit. This was something else I made him promise not to reveal. The second request was to give some hope to my husband.

I turned to look away from him and saw the new picture of us in the frame by the door. He complimented us on doing that of our own volition. I turned back and said, “Look, I know you have plans that go past the six checks. You’re going to need my help to manage my husband. I’ll make a deal with you right now to help you, but I want you to promote George before he does that to you.”

“Does what?”

“You’re like a little kid. You know what I meant. Before he sucks your cock for you.”

“I thought you said he was trained already?”

“He is, but you have to give the poor guy something. After all, you expect to keep fucking his wife don’t you?”

“Okay, but after he does it.”

I pronounced that we had a deal and began setting up the camera on his bookshelf. I had the remote so I could zoom in at the proper times and had the viewfinder tilted out so I would be able to see it. I asked Kelly where he wanted to be when my husband did him. He said he really liked the position behind his desk where he had taken me two days ago. I said it would work if he stood or sat in profile. He agreed and I set the position of the camera and went over to Kelly.

“I know this thing you guys have about displaying your dominance over other men, so I won’t tell you how to go about getting him started or to get him to do what you expect of him, that’s up to you, but if you’re thinking the way I think you are, taking it easy on him would be to your long term advantage.”

“You want me to treat him like a pussy?”

“No, I know you’ll have to get a little rough with him, but you can help him along without destroying him.”

“You sure he’s going to do this?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean on his own. You have to take things into your own hands some too, you know. This isn‘t going to be easy for him. He‘s only done it once yesterday, and he needed a lot of help then, too.”

“Well, I thought I was going to kick back and he was going to do all the work.”

“Maybe in the future, but you know as well as I do, you got to go slow in something like this. You should be happy just knowing that you’re able to get a blowjob at all this first time.”

“I’m starting to wonder about this. If this is going to be a hassle every time, then maybe…”

I knew he needed a little convincing, so I rubbed up against his chest and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll have your fun. Just work with us a little and you’ll have the best blowjob of your life.” I reached behind me, picked up the phone and asked Kelly what my husbands speed dial number was, then dialed it for him.

“George, I need to rub something into you, get in here now.”

“You’re so fucking mean. Remember, this is your new sales manager you’re about to do this to.”

A minute later George knocked on his door and came in. When he saw me there, his heart fell into his stomach; he knew it was time.

“Hi honey. You all set for this? Remember, I’m right here to help you.”

I didn’t really expect him to answer me and he didn’t. He stood in his place frozen. Behind my back, I hit the record button on the camcorder and panned out wide. I had forgot about testing the sound. I knew at the final moments I would really love to hear the sounds again that had emanated from my husband as Jesse forced his cum into his throat. Secretly, I started hoping once again that George would fight back a little. Watching these totally male events unfold was making me wet as hell, even this awkward moment preceding the start of everything was electrifying to watch. The fear in George’s face, and Kelly growing into his most assertive self. Once again I thought about the cameraman watching a lion going after the kill and how he couldn’t interfere with the natural course of events.

I watched as Kelly realized that George wasn’t going to come to him, so he went to him and grabbed his arm to hustle him into the place we had agreed upon behind his desk. I was quivering in delight at watching my husband being hauled into position again by another alpha male. This ritual of the dominant male in preparing his place of attack was going to stick in my mind forever. The grabbing of his prey’s arm was like the capture, and now the feeding would begin. I should be helping my husband with my calming words, I know, but I was mesmerized by the power of my other man taking control of my husband. It was like he was about to teach him a lesson of the natural order. That was exactly what he was doing.

When Kelly had positioned my husband in front of him and his chair, he went animalistic, reached for his shoulders, and began working his feet out from under him with the pressure he brought to bear upon his shoulders. I watched as my husbands’ knees buckled and he fell towards the floor. I zoomed the camera in and looked toward the viewfinder to see that when fully zoomed, the picture was nicely full.

“Well, get to work.” Kelly stood there and was expecting my husband to take his pants down. I hadn’t thought about how humiliating that might be for him and hadn’t prepared him at all for that. He was hesitating greatly until Kelly barked at him to begin. I thought I would cum right there when I saw my husbands’ hands reach up to start undoing his belt. As he undid it, he turned to check out my face for help. I knew I would have to explain to him later how I couldn’t interfere with this primal male bondage of sorts. When George had his pants down, it was just his underwear he had separating his face from his boss’ genitals. I was getting off on his embarrassment so much I felt a twinge of guilt, but as he drew down the underwear, that faded instantly.

I’m sure I was looking at things from a female perspective, but I thought how my husband had to appreciate the thick, hard cock that bobbed in front of his face. At least the male in front of him was truly superior to him in this area and not some wimp with a half hard mast. Kelly was growing impatient and grabbed for my husband’s head. George started to pull away and Kelly shot a look of disappointment my way. I should have felt awful when I mouthed to him and gestured with my hands, “Take him.”

Kelly again demanded that he get started, but George couldn’t yet do that. Kelly needed no more encouragement from me. He went into that same aggressive mode that had luckily come to Jesse instantly yesterday. I knew in the end that it would be for the best anyway, not to mention a really fucking hot video for me to watch later. Kelly jerked my husband’s mouth to him by one hand gripping the hair on the back of his head and rubbed his cock across his lips. George’s face was so twisted as he was tormented by his boss’ hard cock against his lips.

I thought I would melt away into a world of orgasmic pleasure when I saw Kelly manage to force my husbands mouth to absorb his cock. My hand feverishly worked it’s way under my skirt to push my panties aside so I could frig myself as I walked closer for a better view. George’s eyes caught sight of me and he just had to hate me for enjoying myself so much.

Kelly worked both of his hands into the back of his submissive’s hair to fully control him, and then started fucking himself into my sweet husbands face rather hard and fast. Even though he was going deeper and harder than Jesse had done, George’s gagging and gurgling sounds did nothing to make me want to interfere. I knew Jesse was right and despite what it might look like, he would come through his humiliation and forced use quite nicely as all blowboys did. One of my hands slid under my top and soon I was ripping my top over my head to expose my tits for Kelly’s benefit. My eyes kept going back and forth from one man’s face full of aggression and my other man’s face full of reluctant concern at his predicament.

I was having an absolute blast as I watched once again my husband being taken by another dominant male. I felt so much like a wildlife photographer. I was memorizing every little detail to frig myself over perhaps hundreds of times in the future. Suddenly, George must have been getting poked too deeply and fought to get away from his attacker for air and relief. He managed to almost get off the cock tormenting him, until Kelly caught him and slammed back into his face. I just had to speak out to tell him “Relax”, and then went back to my spectators position. I was building to my own final massive release when I saw Kelly was about to unload on my husband. I almost hoped that he would pull back some so I could watch him force my husband to consume his cum of his own will, but Kelly was way too macho for that. When I saw that familiar push deep into my husband, I ducked down a little to see his throat. It wasn’t nearly as obvious this time, but I convinced myself that I could see every shot of his cum squirting into my husband’s throat as I took the final thrusts at my own pussy. I started cumming so hard that I lost my balance in my bent knee position and toppled over to the floor.

George’s eyes had been closed until he heard me fall, then I saw him trying to peer down at me. He was going to hate me so much. I got on my knees as Kelly was just finishing feeding my sweet baby. The second his hands relaxed, George jerked away from him, and tried spitting up his cum. It was as useless as the effort he gave after Jesse’ feeding. It was once again well on its’ way to his belly.

Kelly just had to feel superior to his new blowboy and laughed at my falling over in my climax. “I think our girl had a better time than we did, huh? What do you say, wasn’t that fun? I guess now that you’re officially the new sales manager that you must be very pleased with your new skill.”

George started back for his feet and I could see he had trouble understanding that his performance had been directly related to his new promotion. He’d kill me if he knew it had been at my insistence. I tried to bring him around to the full understanding of his advancement.

“Alright honey! Your promotion came through for you. You’ve got to be pleased with that at least.”

Certainly, it did little to obscure what he had just endured. I was in the middle of pulling my top back on while watching Kelly wiping off his still hard cock. He certainly had some staying power. I knew I had to touch the man, if for no other reason than to insure that I was still in his eye. I opened the bottom drawer of his desk and almost felt like Kelly’s secretary as I handed it to George to sign. It was sort of to distract his eyes from what I was about to do, but it also gave me a reason to offer a thank you openly to my other man. I snuggled into Kelly’s arms with his pants still down and planted a kiss on him. I pulled back slightly and whispered a thank you to him. I had so many things in mind that I was thanking him for. I started to pull away when I noticed George watching us, and then Kelly just had to rub me into his face. He pulled me back to him and I could see in his eyes how he expected me to make my husband a little jealous, so I grabbed his cock in my hand and melted in the feel of him. Kelly had such a way of making me feel ravaged by his touch. He released me, but grabbed right under my skirt to grope my pussy from the rear. I turned half way as if I didn’t feel a thing and told George that he didn’t have to worry about going back to work. He had earned the rest of the day off. George was obviously watching his alpha male marking his territory by acting like it was no big deal to be copping such a blatant feel, and my own non-acknowledgement or fighting to stop it didn’t help to belay his fear.

I went from my alpha male to my husband and gave him a big hug. I started fawning over him now as if that would make him feel better after what he had just witnessed and been through. I went to kiss George and he faced his mouth towards mine, but I quickly kissed his cheek and buried my head into his shoulder. I had done this for a dozen times now and I figured by his eyes that he started to understand why I had suddenly started kissing his cheek. I told him how awesome he had performed to get this horrible thing behind us, and how I was proud of him. What he didn’t get to see was the single tear that ran from my eye as I knew I had helped entrap him into such a nasty little thing that was sure to become an office ritual. My emotions went so askew from one another. Even before the tear had made it’s way to the corner of my mouth, it had become the symbol of something so opposite of what had caused it to form in the first place. It was that, all the awful “first times” were over and I was hugging my biggest sexually euphoric toy in my arms. I pitied him for what I might dredge up for him to do in the coming weeks and months.

Kelly came over to us after having gotten himself together and fished a wad of money out of his pockets. He peeled two one hundred dollar bills off and held them out to George. When he didn’t take them, I wasn’t going to be too proud and grabbed at them. At first, I thought he was trying to make him feel like a prostitute. After all, the only difference between a prostitute and a slut is that one gets to eat well. But he told us that

the money was for us to celebrate his promotion and pointed out that he had received a significant raise as well.

We started to leave his office, and I remembered the camcorder. I excused myself and ran back in to put it in my purse. George would die if he knew I had recorded his humiliation on video. I told him I thought I had forgot my underwear, but I had never taken it off. I went with George to shut up his office for the day and noticed that we did get a few strange looks, but I was hoping it was over him apparently leaving early. The drive home had me feeling my crotch again. I felt better about how things had gone than I really expected to at this point.

At home George just didn’t want to talk about every little thing as I had gotten him to do after he had been introduced to my other guy, Jesse. I gave him his space and figured he would talk about it when he was ready. While fixing supper I thought I would take a page from his book, but it backfired. He had asked me what I was fixing for supper and I told him hotdogs and beans. Then I hurriedly apologized and said how he must be getting tired of hotdogs. He didn’t think it was nearly as funny as I thought he might.

As far as my own desires went, I was still as horny as a goat. But George had been through enough over the last couple of days and I couldn’t bear to ask him for any kind of sex. I was becoming such a fucking nymph. I did stay up after he went to bed though, telling him I didn’t have to work the next day. I waited a good hour for him to fall asleep and then hooked up the camcorder to the TV and rewound the tape. I was so impatient waiting for it to get back to the start. I turned off the lights and made sure the sound was down real low, and then sat back in my favorite chair with the remote. I took one more listen for sounds of my husband, and then thought, “movie time”.

I hit the play button on the remote and instantly I saw my husband being lead by his arm into position. I found it amazing that from this slightly different angle that I was seeing such a different outcome. It was almost like seeing a second event unfolding. I had changed into my favorite baby doll for bed so that I would just be able to go around the crotch to get at myself, and I started to do just that. I knew I would be cumming at least several times in the ten to twelve minutes it had taken to get the deed done.

My eyes quickly became tiny slits as I was torn between watching the video and working my hands at a feverish pace. The video was a lot better than I had imagined it would be for a last minute thought. Even the sound picked up fairly well. I swear, every time Kelly made George gag or gurgle, I had a tiny orgasm in the middle of the one I was working on. I had to struggle to keep from over stimulating myself for the last couple of minutes that George was getting his face punched in by my newest lover’s cock. I wanted to be ready for a big finish.

I remembered the end was just a little bit away, so I started to go to town on myself. I was murmuring to myself in soft whispers for Kelly to ‘fuck him harder’, when I saw an odd shadow on the screen. I kept flashing back and forth from the odd shadow and watching George apparently beginning to swallow to keep from drowning. Then my jaw dropped open as I figured out the shadow and turned to see George watching me reveling in his second most humiliating moment. I yanked my hands away from my cunt, but he had already seen what I was doing.

“You made a tape of him doing that to me? And your. Fingering yourself over it? I guess you have one from yesterday too then?”

I started crying and swore this was the only one. I tried profusely to apologize to him for my decadence, my betrayal of him, and my total insensitivity. I finally got to my feet and hugged him around his chest telling him how sorry I was, and I swore I would destroy the tape and never make a new one. He kept trying to pry me away from him. He finally asked why watching that could turn me into a raving whore, and I knew he deserved an answer.

“I’m so… so… sorry. I can’t help myself. Watching that happen to you with Jesse the other day just took over my body. I had such a fucking orgasm when he did that to you. I knew I couldn’t stop it or you wouldn’t have been able to go through with it today, and today was a really big deal to keep you out of prison. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

He finally stopped pushing on my arms to get me away from him and instead began to hold me. He really freaked me out that despite everything I had been doing to him, that he was still showing any amount of love towards me at all.

“I should be saying sorry to you. All this shit is happening to us because of what I did, not you. I want to end this now.”

I was so scared hearing that. “I swear, I’ll destroy the tape right now.”

“It’s not the tape. You might as well keep it. I saw you with Jesse and then Kelly. They can give you more than I can. You have to be as ashamed of me now as I am.”

“No,” I cried, “I’m not ashamed of you at all. I know better than anyone that you’ve had no choice in this at all. Don’t talk this way. I don’t love those guys, I love you.”

He looked so dejected by what he had caught me at. That damn video was going to do me in even over the facts.

“I got up to tell you that I’m taking off and I’m going to give you a divorce to get you out of this mess.”

Those words pissed me off. It was all my fault and he was taking the blame for everything. He didn’t have a clue how badly I’d been fucking him over to get my own way. I screamed at him, “NO, you’re not divorcing me. We’re in this together. And I don’t want anyone but you. I’m the one that’s been fucking you over.” I knew it was time to come clean. “I found… a note in your pocket about a month ago from what I thought was a girl, named… Kelly. I was so pissed off thinking you were having an affair and I remembered my promise to dump you if you ever cheated on me, and I…” It was so hard to do this to him after all he‘d been through. “I saw Jesse next door and tried to get even with you. But then you came home and, you know, did that to me. You didn’t even have a clue I was letting you… clean me up. Then when you got off so hard I wondered what was going on… then I found out Kelly was a guy and your boss. I so sorry, I’ve just been doing everything wrong.”

I could barely bring myself to look at him and when I did, I hated him and loved him at the same time. He was almost laughing at me. I expected many things, but not to be laughed at. I was happy just to see him showing any of his old faces, but I was furious that he found anything funny about what I’d been doing to him. When he saw my confusion, he finally seemed ready to talk to me.

“I don’t mean to laugh at you, but we’ve had this all fucked up. I don’t know what to believe anymore,” and he grew dead serious, “but I saw how you interacted with both Jesse and Kelly. I love you too much to stop you from getting what you really want.”

“What I really want???”

I went off on him for ten minutes over how much I wanted to stay married to him. I pointed out that I had formed a crush with Jesse, but I was willing to end that. And what he saw with Kelly was just part of the program. But I even backed off on that claim and finally admitted that it had been sexually stimulating to be sort of a kept woman by such a fucking sleazy scumbag. I pleaded with him to give me another chance, but then he stopped me in my tracks. You see, George is the greatest guy at giving gifts. Every time he gives me something, it’s just what I wanted. He explained to me once that it was so easy for him because he could read my face so well. So, when he said his next words, I knew that even though I could form the words to lie, he had been seeing right through them.

“Honey, I love you, and I’ve been watching your face. The only thing I know for sure right now is this.” He walked around me, started the camcorder again despite my pleas not to, and began rewinding it. I saw him grimace as it flowed backwards past his worst nightmare and he stopped it. He looked at me a quick moment and started the tape again. I watched the tape as his eyes, as tiny as they were on the tape, struggled to see me as I was just off to the side, hunched over and frigging myself to my own climax. He started gurgling really bad and I remembered that was when Kelly started cumming.

He looked back at me and I pried my eyes from the tape. I was so repulsed that with everything at risk, that short piece of tape had started kicking in my hormones. “That’s what I know for sure. You really enjoyed watching him doing that to me.” He paused and looked down a little and added, “Even now… your nipples are rock fucking hard.”

‘Fuck’, I thought. Those fucking traitors. He was right and he was reading me so well. I thought I had already come totally clean, but he showed me there was a lot more to admit to.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m the worse fucking asshole in the world. I don’t know what it is, but something there on that fucking screen turns me into a fucking sex maniac. I know how horrible of a person I am to get off on that shit, but it takes me over.” I started crying hysterically. Normally this might be a ploy to get what I wanted, but it was the fear of losing everything I loved that was making me cry this time. I tried several times to speak again, but nothing coherent would come out. Finally I felt his arms going around me and I soaked the front of his chest with my tears. The next thing I knew he was carrying me to bed and we fell asleep in each others’ arms.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, the camcorder was noticeably missing, and I could see a note on the counter with something on it that I couldn’t make out. As I walked toward it, I feared what the note would say, and it grew worse when I saw that what was on it was a camcorder tape. It read in short, “I love you and always will. I’m going to work, but I can’t promise what will happen. I know I’m in for a really hard time. We’ll talk more when I get home about what will happen in the future. Love me, as he always signed my notes.” The PS was odd at best, a little scary. “Keep the tape. Like I once told you, you never know when that last picture you take, may truly be the last picture you get to take.”

That was because he had erased from his camera the very last picture he had taken of his dad before he died, because it was a little blurry.

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