The one on the right, the bigger one, placed his hand on her hair and she opened her mouth up for him, smiling, just before he pushed her face onto his cock. He pushed her head all the way down to the base of his enormous shaft, and I heard as Nik's mouth dropped open in shock (or admiration) next to me. On screen, Paige lifted her head, and a long strand of glistening saliva trailed from her mouth to the big cock she had just swallowed..
The other man grasped her, and smiling still, making a sound like mmmmmmmm, she went all the way onto his cock.
They took turns bobbing her head over their cocks and lifting her up. Between sucks she fluttered her pretty eyes up to them, before turning, ever so willingly, to gulp down the cock next to her. Thirsty, hungry: devouring all of that huge black cock, smiling when her mouth wasn't full of meat.
“Okay,” one of them said. “We gotta hurry this up.”
Then the one on the left grasped her hair when she turned to open up for the other one, and pushed her down deep while he thrust himself into her quickly – obviously exploding cupfuls of hot cum into her throat. She swallowed it all up like she was downing a glass of delicious wine. When he pulled out of her his dick was less outrageous, and the white, glue-like cum gushed out of her mouth and all over her lips.
I snuck another glance at Nik. She was staring at the screen, absorbed by what she was seeing. I don't think she even saw me watching her. Her mouth was open but her lips formed a light smile.
Nik skipped again, but she didn't seem to be doing it because she was repulsed: rather, she had a hungry look on her face. She wanted more.
Paige was gagged again in the next scene, and her face was streaming with the erotic, willing tears she had shed while gulping down those two cocks.
I heard a finger snapping, and a man came out from behind the camera. His big dick was out, twitching in anticipation. He moved around behind Paige, standing over her, letting his member fall into her hair, rubbing himself on top of her head.
“So your husband hasn't wired us enough money yet,” he said.
My eyes were glued to the purple cock that was moving over Paige's head.
“Have you ever let your husband fuck you in the ass?” the man mused, his cock pushing strands of Paige's hair all over the place.
She just shed her very dramatic tears.
“That's a no,” an off-camera voice said.
The man started talking again, and the plot was pretty obvious and not really well-acted: get the money or that's what he'd do to the wife.
Nik skipped again. I hoped, deep down inside, that she wanted to see that part. I'm not really into anal sex – not actually doing it – but watching it was another story. And watching Paige, who I knew, who I saw in real life, take that man's enormous cock in her ass...well, I didn't want to miss it. Especially with my own porn-enticed wife trembling next to me.
Paige was on a bed when the new scene started playing. Her spectacular ass was in the air, and she was lying with her chest on the bed.
“I can be real gentle this first time, open you up like a flower,” one of the men said.
“We'll take it nice and slow,” the other one said.
He moved his hands over her ass and watched his own hands, and I think he even licked his lips. The man on the right placed his hands on the small of her back and her belly, tipping her so that she was arched up for the one behind her.
Out of seemingly nowhere, the man on the right produced a bottle of lube. I heard it squirt as he put a fair amount in his hand. He was behind her now, moving his hand a little, but I could tell he wasn't in her. Probably just making lazy circles around her anus.
“Now, I'm gonna start with one finger. You gotta just relax, okay? Just push out on it, I know that seems weird. Try pushing it out and your ass will relax and you can take it all in. And then it will start to feel good, and before you know it, you'll be asking me for more.”
Paige lifted her face and grimaced, yelping a little.
“That's it, baby. But just relax. Relax by pushing out.”
There was silence while she squeaked and squirmed, and then the man said: “That's it.”
His hand was moving back and forth now, and Paige's face started to relax.
“You like that, little girl?” the man said.
Paige lifted her head, turning back to him, and in a deep, throaty (cum-sticky throaty) purr said: “Oh yeah.”
“I'm gonna give you a little bit more then.”
And then she gasped, and made a whining noise, like she was really being tortured, but she started panting, and the man's hands started to move with fluidity again. He smiled. “That's it, baby doll. That's it. You got a nice tight ass, Haley. Nice soft, pink ass. Open up for me.”
The man on the right pushed her back into position again, and kind of held her there. “Hold that ass up, girl,” the one with his fingers in her asshole said. “There we go.”
He leaned over her, and pulled her hair so that her face tilted up and I could see her squint with both pain and pleasure. “Now. I'm gonna get my cock in there. It's the same thing, doll. Just open it up for me, relax, and it will only hurt for a little bit. I'll slide it in there like butter.”
The one who was watching this whole thing pushed her down onto the bed. Her ass was up in the air, the two round mounds of her buttocks clear to see, and his giant cock was out, aiming right for her. The second man placed his knee on her back, and his hands on either buttock.
I knew, even though I couldn't see it, that he was holding her down and holding her open. “Oh god,” Paige moaned, but it was a false fear that vibrated in her voice: she was hot as hell for this cock in her ass. I heard more lube squirting off-screen,, and then he started in.
I imagined that little hole opening up for him, all that purple meat stretching it open, starting to fill her up. From under the second man's leg there came a high-pitched squeal, getting slowly and slowly louder.
For a while she just made nonsensical noises. She gripped the bed and the sheets into little balls and sobbed lightly. But it was all theatrical. Much like what we had witnessed the night before.
“It's too big!” she finally whined. “Oh god, it's too big!”
“You can take it,” he said. His eyes on were on himself, pushing open her pink ring, sliding his cock into all that dark, soft ass. It must have been so tight on his cock.
Paige started crying, but it was a porn-star grade cry. “Oh,” she screamed. “Oh, god. No, it's so big I can't take it. Ohhhhh, it hurts!” She was screaming in her pseudo-agony for a full minute until he grasped her hips and tugged, pushing his gigantic cock all the way in to the very base.
Paige moaned, muffled by the sheets she had balled into her own face.
“There you go sweetheart. All opened up. Just relax,” he pet her like a dog. The other one pulled away and sat on his knees, his big cock pointed at her. He was so hard he looked like his cock would rip apart at the seams.
“Relax, Haley,” the one fucking her said. “Squirm a little, that's right. Just relax.”
She must have relaxed, because he stroked her ass a bit and said “That's good. There we go.”
Then he reached over and pulled her up to her hands and knees by her hair. “Now I'm gonna take you for a ride.”
I could only really see Paige, her hair falling into her face where it was not balled up in his hands, her mouth open wide and her eyes open to the ceiling. “Oh god,” her mouth screamed. “Oh, god!” Over and over again while her hair bounced and her head bobbed and the man behind her thrust and thrust into. I could hear his skin slapping into her ass, and she screamed and moaned and said, “Oh god!” about fifty times.
Behind her, finally, the first man said, “Oh fuck,” and bent over her, panting, sweating. All that could be seen on the screen, next, was her asshole, pink and distended, gushing out his white cum.
But then he moved off to the side, and the second one, the one who had been holding her open, moved behind her. He je
rked her head up and wasted no time, pushing himself inside of her.
Paige screamed and tried to drag herself away from him: his cock was much thicker, much bigger than the other man's. “No, I can't!” she screamed, but he dragged her towards him and somehow pulled her onto his cock. He pulled on her hair until she was seated on his lap. Naughtily though, with her ass opened up and coating his cock.
“Ooooooohhhhh,” she cried, half-moaning, half-crying. But you could tell she liked it, that she was enjoying her abuse as much as she was in agony from it.
Now her lithe body was stretched open from cunt to hair, arched like a cat, her huge tits bouncing lightly as he thrust in quick little spurts up into her, deep inside of her.
He placed his mouth near her ear and whispered something I couldn't hear. She cooed and screamed, and then she – screaming – began to move her body up and down his shaft. First she moved slowly, wailing her sticky-wet, cum-drenched agonizing wail. Then she started making porn-grade moans, screams, and grunts. Then, the slutty, cuckolding, whoreish, dick-sucking, dirty little bitch of a cheating wife started screaming in ecstasy, bobbing up and down on that cock like she was riding a horse. She was sweating buckets, screaming oh yeah FUCK me just like that!
I was trembling now with all kinds of feelings. I tried not to shake with too much excitement as I watched, imagining Nik instead of Paige, imagining my own wife being a terrible slut.
“Make me come!” Paige's character shrieked.
I felt a cool kind of painful pleasure slither through me.
Nik looked over at me.
I felt a wave of embarrassment, as though she had been reading my thoughts about her, as though she knew that what I was imagining was that my own wife was as dirty and unfaithful as the character, played by Paige, in this silly video.
Nik surprised me, though, by sort of smiling at me. She reached over and used one hand to unzip my pants, and her fingers wrapped firmly around my cock to pull it out.
She was still looking at the video, which was going on and on. Paige was getting banged senseless by her “kidnappers,” and she was starting to love it and beg them to fuck her in the ass.
Nik started to give me a handjob, and I was paralyzed by the obscene sexiness of the whole scene. I stared at the screen and watched, enjoying my wife jerking me off.
Then I realized I should probably return the favor. I slid my hand into her pants and beneath her panties. She was so wet that I encountered her juices almost immediately. She shuddered when my finger slid over her clit, and I began to stroke her as we both watched the obscene porno our neighbor had made.
We both came in just minutes, and it was a wild, unhinged orgasm, at least for me. Nik seemed to get off on it too: she doubled over as she gasped, and her whole body shook with pleasure when she came.
The video was still going, and we looked at each other and laughed. Nik closed the laptop. “I think that should do it,” she said, grinning.
11 UNCHARTED TERRITORY
We moved to the bedroom after an awkward silence.
“So,” I said, finally.
“So,” Nik said with a grin.
I wasn't sure what to say beyond that. This was uncharted territory for me, and it was as weird as it was exhilarating. Nik was taking me completely by surprise, and I wanted to talk to her about it, but I wasn't even sure what direction I wanted the conversation to go in.
Did I actually want my wife to be as turned on as she seemed by such wild, filthy porn?
Maybe I just wanted to suspect it, and not hear her say it.
Or maybe I wanted her to be a little more than just turned on, maybe I wanted her to want to experiment a little.
And then there was the frightening thought, and it gave me a shiver every time my mind ran over it: when I pictured Nik “experimenting,” I wasn't the man in the picture. My mind liked to linger there, too.
The dirty thoughts I'd had while we were watching the video were also nagging at me in the back of my mind. I wasn't sure how I felt about them at all. Obviously, I wouldn't have imagined Nik in Paige's place unless it turned me on, but was that just fantasy of the kind I would never act on, or was there more to it?
I went in circles every time I thought about it.
Nik was turning me on.
But it wasn't like Nik, plain old Nik, was turning me on. It was...this other side of Nik.
More Nikita than Nik.
She was making me very, very nervous.
I felt exhilarated.
I felt out of control.
I reminded myself that I also had nothing, nothing at all, to base any of these thoughts on. So far, all Nik had done was watch our dirty neighbors in some dirty porn and get wet and have sex with me, her husband.
And flirt with another man at a bar, I reminded myself.
Nik turned her head on the pillow and surveyed my face. “Why so thinky, chum?” she said.
I smiled and tried to muster a light-hearted expression. “I'm not thinky,” I said. “Just...”
She propped herself up on her elbow. “I know,” she said. “It's hard to believe Paige is that much of a...a...slut.” Her eyes were wide with wonder.
But here's the thing: it wasn't the kind of admonishing wonderment, or judgmental amazement I would have expected from Nik. She had another expression on her face, one that was more awed in a kind of...well, impressed way.
Or impressionable.
A knife went through my gut. At the same time, seeing my wife's face all brightened up with interest at “how slutty” Paige was being was giving me another erection.
Nik chewed on her lip and then pressed her fingers to her mouth. She seemed to have an inner, private thought of her own that made her smile.
“What?” I said, lifting my head.
She shook her head. “No, nothing, I'm just...it's weird, you know, she's like...she's so...normal-seeming, you know? Like when we went out in the kayak she's like, this kind of girl I'd hang out with, she's fun and stuff. And then, wham! she's like...getting gangbanged in a porno. And I guess, you know, like...she wears those clothes and everything so it isn't that surprising, but still...” She looked at me. “It's sort of cool,” she said in a giggly whisper. “The girl next door, you know? Literally.”
She plopped back onto her pillow and looked up at the ceiling.
“Did you like it though?” I ventured, and I almost couldn't believe that was the thing that my mouth decided to say. Of all the things I was thinking about, leave it to me to go in this direction.
Nik covered her mouth. Under her hand, though, I caught a glimpse of her smile. “You know...” She closed her eyes slowly.
Of course the answer was yes: she had been so wet that she couldn't legitimately deny it.
“Do you think it's strange, though?” she inquired, and she seemed genuinely interested in my answer, not an affirmation. “That Mitch films her?”
I lifted my head again and rubbed the back of it, where I was itching. “I dunno,” I said, playing it cool. “Some guys I think get off on that. And anyway,” I turned and punched the pillow. “He said as much. That's why they do that whole...wife-hot thingy.”
I deliberately messed up the expression to pretend it wasn't burning a hole in my mind.
Nik looked at me and squinted. She never fell for that kind of “I'm-so-casual-about-this-it-hurts” trick, and if anything I was actually giving myself away even more, which was a lesson I never seemed to learn.
“What does he get out of it, I wonder?” she said, after a while.
I pressed my lips together.
She looked at me. She wasn't letting me off the hook. She had sniffed out that I had something to say about the topic, and she wasn't going to drop it now.
She blinked. Slowly and deliberately.
You had better tell me, she was saying.
“Okay,” I said. “I can tell you what he told me. You really want to know?”
She nodded.
I shrugged.
My eyes were rigidly fixated on her lips, because the way she had said “nastier” was so filthy and seductive in and of itself that I could barely think.
I splayed my fingertips. I felt my lips forming the following words, but my mind was going in all kinds of directions, the sound of Nik saying “nastier” drowning out every rational thought I was trying to have.
“It's like...so, it's kind of a control thing, a little bit, like...she'll do all this stuff with another guy but it's...she's doing it because he told her to. That's what I got out of what he said.”
My brain caught up with what I had just told Nik, and I was very pleased with how coherent and accurate it was.
Nik was silent.
“That fits with Mitch,” she said, finally, as if she were some kind of authority on the subject. A strange smile was lurking on her lips.
Silence.
“What do you think about it?” Nik said abruptly.
She turned to me. Her face was resolute.
I wasn't getting out of this one.
A painful ache was twisting around in my gut. I didn't much like – even though I did very much like – the way Nik was taking an interest in this. She wasn't asking out of mere curiosity. No. The tone of her voice was more like she was feeling something out, something of her own design and own desire.
More like she was seeing if she could get away with something.
The thought punched through me and made my heart feel like it was in a vice grip.
I shrugged again. “I guess...” I said. “I guess I can see how a guy like Mitch could be into that kind of thing.”
“But you're not?” she said. Disappointment seemed to frost the edges of her words.
I splayed my fingers again. “I mean...”
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