by Jason Lenov
It was the filthiest tableau.
I'd seen some shit. We'd gone onto some of the kinkier pages of the sites so of course my mind went there. There were all kinds of girls on there doing all kinds of shit.
Foot fetish. Pregnancy fetish. Humiliation. Something about balloons. Medical shit. It was... yeah, there was a lot.
The thing was, I could safely say that I had a couple of those fetishes myself. I'd just never talked to Jess about them or done anything about it. Now, the thought of her getting some guy off by pointing her toes at the camera really rocked me to my core.
Pulse after pulse of paralyzing jealousy shot through me as I thought of all the twisted positions she might be in as I sat in that board room.
Jess with her legs spread.
Jess with a dildo shoved deep into her pussy, showing it off for the camera.
Jess with a plug in her ass.
Jess shaking with orgasm as her feet flew in front of the camera.
Some other guy blowing a load all over his laptop over my wife's feet.
Fuck that last one stung. Just cut like a knife any time I thought about it.
Any time I'd get myself too worked up, I'd just talk myself down, tell myself to calm down. I finally found that I could do that easiest just by thinking that these guys weren't actually fucking her. They were just watching her.
It's not like she was cheating on me, right? You can't cheat on someone with a computer screen and a camera. Right?
By the time I got home I was a trembling, shaking mess. I actually rang the doorbell to my own house. I have no idea why. I just... maybe I didn't want to risk walking in on her. If she was still doing it or something.
She answered the door wearing a track suit, her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, head tilted to one side, a confused look on her face. "Scott?" she asked. "What's going on?"
I didn't reply for a moment. Just stood there staring at her trying to figure out if she looked any different or what. Did her eyes look different? Was there more confidence there now? Had she... had letting another man watch her do... whatever it was she did, had that changed her even more?
"I... "
I couldn't think of what to say.
"Scott?" she asked again. "Why'd you ring the doorbell?"
Jess. My Jess. My wife. She'd done it. I could tell. I knew she had. I could tell by the way she was standing, by the way she was holding herself. There was something different about her. I just knew there was.
I felt a rage start to boil inside me but I held it back.
Don't fly off the handle now.
"Did you... did you do it?"
And there it was. Just sort of flopped out there like that.
Her chest rose as she inhaled. She bit one side of her lower lip. Then she nodded. Barely a nod. "Yeah. I did."
Her words were like a spark dropping into the churning jet fuel in my gut. I thought I was going to scream. I felt hot and cold and angry and betrayed and so fucking horny all at the same time.
I stood there feeling like the world was never going to stop spinning.
Get a fucking hold of yourself. Do something.
That was it. I had to do something. I had to do something to take control back. Right then she had it. She had it all. She was the one that had done what she'd done. She knew all about it. It was all hers and not ours like it was supposed to have been.
Fucking do something man.
So I did the only thing that came to mind.
I stepped into the house. I closed the door.
Jess stepped back, letting me inside. She kept her eyes on me the whole time. She looked a little scared.
I stepped forward. She hadn't showered. I could smell she hadn't showered.
Her eyes roamed down and back up my body. She was trying to feel it out, feel out the situation and see what I was going to do.
I was going to fucking show her what I could do.
I grabbed that tiny pony tail and yanked her head back, exposing her neck.
So, you know Jess pretty well by now, right? Never would I ever have done anything like that before. It would have ended in the biggest fucking bitch slap I'd ever gotten.
This time? This time was different. This time she didn't slap me. This time she just gasped.
And the delicious, heady stench of her unwashed snatch spilling juice at me yanking her hair like that just blossomed into the room.
"Yeah? So you had a good time, huh?" I growled. "Being a little slut?"
She whimpered a little but nodded all the same.
I didn't know where the angry inside me ended and the turned on began but I knew I needed to fuck her right there and then.
I jerked my belt open and let my pants fall to the floor along with my underwear. Then I spun Jess around by that prissy pony tail she was wearing and yanked the track suit off her bubbly ass.
More of her intoxicating smell wafted up.
My cock was pretty solid already so I just grabbed it and shoved it against her snatch.
She gasped but didn't complain. She even stepped apart a little bit.
I felt her pussy lips splitting, welcoming me inside.
Without another thought, I thrust my hips forward and up, shoving my cock up into her drooling cunt.
Jess moaned, then squatted a bit, trying to swallow all of me up.
Without another thought for her having an orgasm or anything, I just started rutting up into her. I fucked her hard and watched her ass jiggle and bounce off my pelvis with each rough slam.
Something about that seemed to work for her because she got really into it. She started moaning and her pussy started clenching around me and it got so fucking hot!
"Yeah?" I asked, still pounding into her. "Were you a good little whore?"
"Oh fuck!" Jess gasped. "Fuck! I was a good little whore!"
"Yeah?" I growled back. "What'd you do, you little slut?"
"Oh Scott," she moaned. She reached back with her hand and dug her nails into my thigh.
The pain only made me fuck her harder.
"Oh Scott!" she panted. "I... I showed a man my pussy, Scott!"
There it was.
I roared as cum surged through my pulsing shaft. Splash after hot splash of spunk blasted deep into her cunt.
She must have felt it because she started screaming and trying to squat down low onto me, trying to get my cock as deep as it would go.
The orgasm tore through both of us hard and fast.
I realized how sore my legs were and it made my cock go soft. I fell out of her, then, staggered back.
Jess stayed splayed up against the wall, her legs parted so I could see her soft slit closing. Right before it did a rivulet of gooey cream came spilling out. It split, part of it dripping onto the tile floor of the hallway, the rest oozing down the inside of her thigh.
Jess stood there as I watched it run down her leg. Until I told her otherwise.
"You okay?" I asked this time.
She turned to me smiling. "You bet I am."
I smirked and grabbed her by the hand. "Let's go upstairs and shower."
Jess didn't say a word. Just followed me up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Yeah. Something had definitely changed. Somehow I felt like more of a man.
Chapter 11
Except then it was over and the thrill coupled with the exciting terror of knowing that Jess had done something so taboo, faded and was replaced by a low, menacing hum of feeling like I'd been betrayed.
See, I wasn't jealous, exactly. We'd talked about this. We'd both decided that she should do it. We'd both committed to it. But only she had been the one to do it.
I hadn't thought about that part.
"What was it like?" I whispered that night in bed, moments before she fell asleep.
Jess woke with a start beside me and grabbed my arm. "Huh? What?"
She hadn't said anything after we'd fucked in the hallway. Neither had I. We'd showered, had dinner, talked about
my day and then gone to bed early.
I thought I could take it. Who needed details anyway, right?
Wrong.
Totally wrong.
As Jess got herself ready for bed, I lay in the bedroom. Every dark fear and paranoia I had had about our relationship came creeping out.
Had she liked it? Had she enjoyed showing another man her pussy?
Fuck, even when I thought about what she'd done an electric adrenaline surged through me.
I tried to smile and kiss her goodnight and roll over and go to sleep but as soon as she turned out the lights, things got worse.
What if she really liked it? What if... what if this wasn't just Jess making some money. What if... what if I wasn't enough for her? What if she started...
And on and on and on. You get the idea. There was no choice but to wake her up.
"I'm sorry I woke you. Were you about to fall asleep?"
Jess turned on the light, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah. What's going on? Is everything alright?"
I took a deep breath. I had to make sure to say this the right way. I didn't want her to get all spooked or worried that I was mad and burst into tears or any of that.
"You want to talk about it, don't you?" she asked, beating me to the punch.
Another deep breath. There was no way out. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
And miraculously, Jess didn't sigh or click her tongue in exasperation or roll her eyes. Jess sat up, propped herself up on a pillow and folded her arms across her chest. Then, looking straight at me with the most sincere expression said, "I was wondering when you were going to ask."
Relief washed over me at her words. "I'm... I'm sorry," I muttered, suddenly feeling sheepish for bringing this up right before bed.
"Scott, don't be sorry. This isn't a small thing. I was wondering why you weren't saying anything, why you weren't asking anything about it but I didn't want to force it. I thought maybe you didn't want to talk about it or... "
"No, no! I do! I do want to talk about it."
"Okay," she said, eyeing me a little suspiciously. "You sure?"
"I'm... I'm sure. I want to hear about it." This was it. It was really time to man up. "What was it like?"
Jess took a really long breath before answering. "Okay, this might sound crazy so don't freak out. It was... it was the most, like, incredibly empowering thing I've ever done."
O-kay.
Not exactly what I was expecting to hear.
My chest tightened up and it was a real struggle to breath for a few seconds but I pushed through it. "Wow," I whispered. "That is probably the last thing I expected to hear."
Jess smiled. "I know, I know! Right? But it was just... like, oh God it was surreal. That guy totally got off on what I was doing."
I swallowed. Hard. "What did you do, exactly?"
Jess narrowed her eyes. "You're sure you want to hear this? You're not going to... go crazy or anything, are you?"
I was about to go crazy. I was about to go absolutely fucking nuts. My wife was sitting next to me in bed and telling me all about how she had e-sex with some fucking dude from the internet! What the fuck was I supposed to do? "No, no! I'm totally fine!" I said, forcing a smile.
Excitement blossomed on Jess' face. "Okay, so like, I did all the sign up and everything and then I was just hanging around online and waiting and no one was clicking and I thought oh my god I'm not even going to be good at this and I'm a failure even at this and then... "
My heart felt like it was teetering at the edge of my chest, ready to fall out. "Yes?" I whispered, paralyzed with fear and raging with lust at the same time.
"So then this guy gets on and he clicks on my thing, right, and then it's like BAM! Everything happened at once, he starts talking to me and telling me to do things... "
She was talking a mile a minute and I was having trouble keeping up visualizing everything that had gone on.
"And he told me to take clothes off and I did and he kept tipping me and I just saw the money at the side of my screen going up and up and before I knew it my panties were off and... "
My cock was rock hard. My heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. I had no idea what to think of my own reaction but I was completely mesmerized.
"...then he was just like, he told me to show him my pussy and start touching myself and then like, I swear like two minutes later he started coming and then I was coming and I saw the whole thing on my screen and so did he!"
Jess had told the whole story in one breath.
I felt like I was going to die.
A long silence settled between us as we stared into each other's eyes.
The excitement started to fade from her eyes the longer I watched her. The corners of her mouth turned down into a straight line. She took a breath, as if to say something but didn't, making the silence even more pregnant.
Just when it got to be almost too much, when my thundering heart and spinning head and the thick silence all felt like they were going to crush me, she spoke.
"Scott?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
It took a while for me to answer but I did, finally. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
I smirked at the question. Was I okay? Was I okay? Was I fucking okay? I had a feeling I was going to get asked that a lot in the next little while. I shook my head. "I don't know what I am."
Again, Jess surprised me. She didn't get mad and fly off the handle or blame me for not being more supportive. She reached out her hand and touched my arm and her eyes softened. "Tell me about it. Tell me about what you're feeling."
"About what I'm feeling?" I echoed, looking down at the pink polka-dot comforter cover. "What I'm feeling?" I said, more quietly this time.
"Yeah," she replied giving my hand a squeeze. "I want to know."
I took another breath, gathering my courage. God I wished I had a drink. "Okay. Okay. Okay." Three times. For good luck.
"I feel... I feel... I feel like my soul is getting crushed." I looked up and into her eyes.
A frown furrowed her brow.
"But I'm so fucking turned on... I'm so... I'm so hard right now," I whispered.
The frown faded. Her eyes went wide and she glanced down at my lap. As if she didn't believe me, she reached her hand under the covers, crawling up my thigh, grazing my ball sack, until the tips of her fingers found my cock.
It lurched at her touch, stiff as an iron rod.
Jess drew in a breath. Her chest swelled with excitement, her nipples stiffening beneath the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. She wrapped her hand around my cock, as if she didn't believe what she was feeling and needed to make sure. "Oh my God, Scott. You're so hard!" she whispered.
She looked up into my eyes again with so much hope. "Tell me more. I want to hear more."
How could I say no? I didn't want to say no. Or I did, or...
Fuck.
I don't know what I wanted. My insides were saying one thing. Pulses of cold jealousy were shooting through me each time I thought of Jess with her legs splayed in front of the computer screen, touching herself and making herself come for some internet stranger.
Like a porn princess putting on a private show.
But the rest of my body and my animal brain were saying something else completely. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and I could barely think straight. All I could think about was her getting off while some stranger watched.
And it was making me fucking nuts.
"Please, baby," she said, pulling closer and tugging on my shaft. "Please. I want to hear more. I'll do anything."
I'll do anything.
What would most husbands do to hear those words spoken by their wives. I almost couldn't believe it. "Anything?" I asked, my voice still hushed.
Jess looked up. A smile started to form in one corner of her mouth, as if she'd just discovered the secret. The secret to making me do whatever the fuck she wanted. As the smile spread across her lips, she licked them, then bit the lower one. S
he mouthed the word slowly, letting her tongue flick out of her mouth.
"Anything."
The word, her touch, the way she was looking at me, all swirled together and sent a massive shudder of pleasure down my spine. I wanted her so much.
"Jess... I'm... I'm so jealous."
Her chest rose again at the same time as one brow arched, her excitement obvious.
"But... but... "
"But what?"
"But I'm so fucking turned on."
"Because of what I did?" she said, breathless. She started stroking my cock with her hand beneath the sheets.
"Because of what you did," I replied.
Jess ripped the covers off with her other hand. The scent of her wet pussy filled the room, fuelling my lust. "More. Tell me more." She plunged down between my legs and impaled my stiff cock into her mouth.
I groaned and craned my neck back, staring at the ceiling. "Fuck... "
Jess popped off with a noisy slop, but kept stroking my cock with her hand. "Come on Scott, baby, please, I want to hear more," she begged. Reaching up, she grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.
The heady stench of my spunk on her breath filled my nose and mouth.
She pulled away and dove back down, sucking on the head of my cock.
I looked down at her, tucked her hair behind one ear so I could see the way she was working me with her mouth.
"Fuck baby, I... all I could think about all day was you. All I could think about was whether you were... what you were doing, whether you were naked in front of some stranger on the internet. I couldn't think of anything else."
Jess popped off of my cock again. Her eyes were hungry and a glob of spit was running down the corner of her mouth. "And? Do you want me to do it again?"
The question sent another rush of heat coursing through me. Fuck. Did I? Of course I did but... was I really in any state to agree to this or not? Or was this just part of the game? Maybe what I said here didn't count in the real...
"Scott?" Jess asked.
My nuts tightened as she fucked my cock with her wet hand. I was pretty close to coming already.
"Well? Do you?" she asked. She looked so insistent, so absolutely ravenous for the answer.