She looked away in shame again and murmured, “It felt really good, so good that I’m about to come; watch what happens.”
The way her partner groaned just then, I realized that he was emptying his balls into my wife’s ass! From the way she screamed and started to shake uncontrollably while he continued to fuck her deep, and I knew she was coming as hard as he was!
Chapter Thirteen
Seeing More
I guessed that a copious amount of semen was oozing out of her violated backdoor as Ed finished up inside her. Withdrawing his spent cock, he moved off to the side and eased his hand, palm side up, between her legs.
When his palm was overflowing with a big load of the pearly spunk he’d just shot up into her asshole, he carefully moved his hand up to her lips. Staring right into the camera, she opened her mouth and let him pour the whole mess—straight from her own ass—into her lips. And she swallowed all of it without any urging from him!
I gasped as I watched that. I gasped again, even more loudly this time, when she began to dutifully lick his palm and fingers clean with her tongue.
When she had finished doing that, he moved up higher on the bed, so that she could suck his soiled cock into her lips and begin sucking it clean. I turned to her in utter shock. Her eyes were pleading with me for understanding, for forgiveness, but her voice was hoarse with excitement as she begged me to fuck her right now!
The next couple of minutes were a blur. She froze the video, tossing the phone onto the bed after she’d done so, and rolling over onto her back.
I was on her instantly; and balls-deep inside her moments after that. We rutted away like two animals in heat, with me muttering into her ear as I power-fucked her sopping pussy, “You slut! You whore! I can’t believe you did that!”
“And yet I did,” she murmured, so excited she could barely catch her breath, “I did all that and more! You’ll see. You’ll know what a nasty girl your wife really is when you watch the rest, darling!”
I, too, was beside myself with arousal! I don’t think I’d ever fucked her that deeply or that hard before; not in ten years of marriage!
She was soon screaming out her release and still I hammered her. Michelle clawed at my back and hunched her cheating pussy up at me frantically, clearly wanting to feel me shooting off inside her.
“Oh, oh, fuck!” I roared, unleashing a mammoth jet of come into her, “oh, shit, take it! Take my load, the way you took his right up your ass for him last night!’
We clung tightly together and I really filled her with my spurting jism. My balls were on fire with the need to ejaculate, but my unbelievably naughty wife seemed to eat it up, cooing into my ear, “That’s right, honey, jizz me. Give it to me, just the way Ed came inside me all night long!”
I groaned as she said that, because I knew it was true. The super-kinky images I had seen thus far were merely the tip of the iceberg, I was somehow sure of that!
****
“God, darling, you really flooded me,” she sighed, cuddling in close after our explosive mutual orgasm was done.
“Do you blame me, after what I saw so far?”
A guilty look flitted across her features and she said, “No, not actually.”
“How much more is there?”
She looked even more shame-faced as she murmured bashfully, “Lots, I think there’s a total of three hours of video, and we’ve only seen the first part of it.”
“Three hours?” I asked, sounding surprised. “You were with him for the whole night and all morning. Where’s the rest of it?”
“Well, it took me some time to drive over to his place and back home, and we did go out to dinner, before we…uh…went back to his place and…uh…got down to business.”
“There should still be a lot more video,” I pressed her accusingly.
Michelle reddened and said softly, “We were too…uh…busy to think about filming some of the time last night and this morning. Besides, I think what I did video more than gives you an idea of what we…uh…did together!”
BUSY, I thought, suddenly seething with rage; the depth and degree of my flash of anger surprising me, yeah, she was real busy. Sucking his cock after he fucked her in the ass with it, eating his come, letting him use her any way he wanted to—she had clearly been very… BUSY!
“Do you want to see more, or was that enough for right now?”
I gritted my teeth and told myself I could take it, that it didn’t matter how wicked Michelle may have been with him last night. She was lying beside me now, naked, in our own bed and I had just fucked her magnificently!
“Go on, show me some more,” I urged her defiantly, pointing at the discarded smart phone down at the foot of the bed.
“This part of the video is sort of linear,” she said hesitantly, reaching down and retrieving the phone. “Some of the rest of it happened later and some of it is out of sequence. But this part happened right after…after what you just saw.”
Miraculously--for a guy who was supposed to be nine years older than me, at forty one—Ed Livingston’s big dick started to get hard again right away as she sucked it clean. So did mine, as I watched my wife take his entire hefty tool into her mouth and down her throat once more.
As he regained his full stiffness, she turned to me and whispered, “In a way, this next part is even nastier than that ass-fuck was. I behave like even a worse slut in it! Are you sure you want to see it?”
I didn’t, and yet I did! Part of me really didn’t want to see my sweet little wife doing such incredibly obscene things with a stranger. But I was shocked and somewhat depressed to find out that an even bigger part of me wanted to see exactly that!
“I want to watch it all,” I stoically insisted, my eyes never leaving the small screen.
The cell phone trembled in her hand as the two people on the screen changed positions once again. The Michelle in the video was now balanced up on the top of her back and her shoulders, and Ed was helping her steady herself as he kneeled on the mattress in front of her. He had his big hands on her ribcage on each side, helping her balance as she opened her legs wide for him.
He reached over and got the cell phone off the nightstand, zeroing in on the massive load of spunk still oozing out of my wife’s recently-creamed asshole. An audible gasp escaped my lips as he stuck his tongue all the way inside that gaped-open hole and began to smear his own jism all over her pussy with the gooey-white tip!
Michelle, onscreen, moaned and shivered as he alternated between eating her asshole and tonguing her clit. Her eyes were closed as he shot downward with the phone camera, catching her big tits jiggling on her chest and the ecstatic look on her face as he committed this lewd act!
“Do you want it?” He asked after a few minutes of this debauchery, his voice on the video sounded raspy and urgent.
“Yesssssssss, you know I do!” Her own voice was a hiss of pure need, as his constant tonguing gradually worked her clit into a frenzy.
“And just where do you want it, you little slut?” His voice sounded demanding, and totally demeaning at the same time.
“Anywhere, you know that!”
“Do you want it up this tight little ass again?”
The Michelle onscreen keened, “Yesssssssss! Fuck me up the ass! Make me come again!”
He let her down a little; so that he could line his cock up with her obscenely gaped open rear hole and slid it back inside fully. She mewled with discomfort…joy…and embarrassment as he filmed her like this!
Ed toyed with her clit expertly with his free, non-camera hand as he once again reamed out her anus. Michelle squealed and tossed her hips up at him, taking all he could give her!
I looked down and noticed that the hand she wasn’t using to hold up the phone--so we could watch this ultimate piece of pornography together--had drifted down between her thighs. She was now staring straight at the phone with somewhat glassy-eyed, as she watched herself behaving like the most sluttish of sluts onscreen.
During ten years of marriage and a year of exclusive dating before we tied the knot, I had never before seen her masturbate. In some ways, I found what she was doing now to be even more erotic than what was happening to her onscreen.
“God, oh, God, he’s really fucking you hard,” I gasped aloud in amazement as I watched her masturbate in front of me for first time!
She turned towards me, still diddling her clit frantically and whispered, “Oh, shit, babe…what can I say? He makes me come so hard! Just seeing this, makes me so fucking excited, I can barely stand it!”
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as she began to shiver and buck on the bed beside me. She screamed at the peak of her climax, just as she did onscreen when Jim continued to hammer his huge dick into her ass while she orgasmed around it!
Michelle squealed, coming furiously on her own fingers, “He’s making me come so hard, darling…both then and now! He’s making me come so frigging hard!”
I couldn’t dispute that. The girl onscreen was moaning, sobbing with joy, her release was so strong!
And the woman who was shivering in pure ecstasy beside me right now? Words couldn’t even express the depth of the adulterous bliss she was experiencing at that moment, knowing I was watching her “Jill-off” while she behaved this way with another man!
Just when I thought things onscreen couldn’t possibly get any raunchier, Jim slid his softening dick out of her ass and leaned out of the frame for a moment. He returned with an empty water glass, which he held up to her recently-vacated asshole.
I watched in fascination/horror as he let his come dribble out into the glass from the obscenely stretched-out opening which used to be my wife’s anus. The bottom quarter of the glass slowly filled with semen, and I noticed that the normally pearly-colored fluid had a slight brown tinge to it!
As the onscreen Michelle slowly sat down gingerly on the bed—her ass clearly aflame from the pounding it had just taken--he transferred the glass in her hand. Looking straight into the camera, she tipped it back and slowly drank down about two inches worth of Jim’s come, harvested straight from her ravaged butt hole!
****
“I…I don’t want to see anymore right now,” I murmured, shell-shocked beyond belief by the utter depravity of what I had just witnessed.
While it was true that I had seen worse in porn movies on the web—I once saw an actress famed for her anal skills drink the come of a dozen or more men after it had been drained from her well-fucked, gaping anus—I had never expected to see my own wife doing something that…obscene! I asked her, staring straight ahead as she obediently hit the pause icon on her phone, afraid to look her in the eye, “Why? Why, did you do that?”
My head was now turned toward her in disbelief. I plaintively asked her again, “Why?”
Michelle was silent for long moments. Then, in a tortured voice, she admitted, “Because he expected me to! It’s kind of like a challenge, being with Ed. He’s so nasty and he expects his partners to be just as raunchy as he is, if not even dirtier!”
“You mean a night with him is like some kind of vulgar competition between the two of you, to see who can be…I don’t know…filthier?”
She thought about that for a moment and then said, “I suppose it is. I never thought of it that way until just now, but I guess that’s as good a description as any of what the two nights I’ve spent in Ed’s bed were like.”
I thought about that for a moment before I said, “And you like it. You enjoy behaving like the worst kind of whore for him, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered unhesitatingly, “it’s so different than anything I’ve done before. I don’t even feel like me when I’m doing it! I’m not a soccer mom anymore. I’m not a wife, nor a prim and proper businesswoman.”
She looked at me, her grey eyes blazing with defiance and said, “I’m a super-hot slut of a woman! There’s nothing too kinky for me to consider doing!”
After a few more long moments, she added, “Shocking a bad boy like Ed is hard, but I’ve managed to do it twice now! He’s convinced I’m the hottest woman in bed--the biggest slut--he’s ever known!”
I took some time to consider what she’d just said. It unnerved me, I’ll admit; seeing this side of Michelle revealed for the first time.
She’d always been sexy, but in a fun, sensual-woman sort of way. Now I was seeing her as an out-and-out libertine, a girl whose capacity for committing kinky sex acts apparently knew no limits!
“Is…is the rest of this video even…worse than what we’ve seen already?
Michelle colored and looked away from me. She nodded that it was, too embarrassed to face me.
“God, yes,” she finally said in a voice so small I scarcely heard it, “we’ve barely scratched the surface!”
I shuddered at that thought; if the rest of this video was even nastier than what I’d seen up to this point…
Chapter Fourteen
Seeing It All
It seemed as if an hour had passed since she had last spoken, but I’d guess it was just over a minute. I turned toward her and croaked, unable to speak normally, “We may as well get this over with and watch the rest of it now.”
She looked chagrined and whispered, “We don’t have to watch it at all, if it disgusts you. I could just erase it, and we could forget it ever happened.”
“No we couldn’t!” I rasped, realizing what I was about to say was true, even before I said it. “I’d probably imagine you doing worse things than you actually did, if I didn’t watch the rest of it.”
Her face changed to one of resignation, as she said, “I doubt that. What’s here is pretty bad!”
With an expression that clearly said once more that it was “my funeral”, she started the video again. I started at the screen, which was blank for long seconds.
For the next half hour, silence reigned in our bedroom, except for little grunts and gasps of pleasure from Ed, squeals of ecstasy from Michelle—courtesy of the video—and sudden, sucking intakes of breath on my part as I watched my wife’s antics on that tiny screen. My mouth dropped open and stayed that way!
The Michelle on the screen was all over Ed’s cock and balls. She licked them, she sucked them. She cooed over them and gargled them noisily as I watched in shock.
Then she tongued his waxed-smooth asshole as if she couldn’t get enough of it! Jim had been holding the cell phone camera at this point, moving it downward to catch every lick and kiss, every suck and tongue movement!
I shuddered when I saw my wife tongue-fucking him deep. He groaned and pushed her head in further, spearing her naughty tongue into his asshole still deeper.
When she had him moaning constantly, he pulled her mouth away from his butt and instead rammed his cock into it all the way up to his balls. She slurped at it hungrily, throwing all caution and decency to the wind.
Ed alternated, feeding her cock, ordering her to mouth his nut sac again, and then to lick out his anus! Onscreen, she was like some sort of mad woman, eager to obey his every whim; anxious to do whatever he wanted, no matter how vile it was!
At last, he screamed out his pleasure and pulled her face away from his asshole just in time to fuck his massive cock all the way into her lips and throat once more. He moaned as he creamed her, and I watched in horror/fascination as Michelle swallowed his come avidly, licking around and around his buried dick until there was no more for her to gulp down.
I sat on the bed next to her, stunned to the core by what I had just watched. When I at last opened my mouth to speak, she shook her head “no” and said, “That was only the warm up. It gets worse!”
WORSE, the word reverberated through my head in wonder, how could this video nightmare possibly get any worse?
My question was answered in a few frantic heartbeats. Onscreen, Ed’s seemingly indefatigable cock was stiff once more and he was banging Michelle’s poor, once-tight little pussy with it as if there was no tomorrow!
He fucked he
r missionary style, ramming his cock into her so deep and so hard he had her body bouncing off the mattress underneath him. Then he was in her from behind, doggie style, and the fury of their coupling was so pronounced that her whole, voluptuous body shook every time he claimed her!
He took her cowgirl style next, and then reverse cowgirl. Michelle’s tits jiggled and jellied as she rode him flat out, her eyes closed tightly in obvious joy as she came and came on that incredible cock.
“Doesn’t…doesn’t he ever get tired?” I murmured the words aloud hopelessly as I watched my wife getting hammered six ways from Sunday by the huge cylinder of male meat, coming so many times I quickly lost count.
“I told you before, some of this is out of sequence,” she whispered, her voice raspy with lust as she watched herself orgasm time and time again.
She flashed me a tiny little smile of reassurance and said, “He didn’t fuck me all night! We rested. I just didn’t video that.”
I nodded morosely and went back to watching her and Ed nearly set fire to the sheets. It was humiliating, seeing another man screw my wife so much better than I could ever hope to do it!
What was even more embarrassing was looking down and seeing how hard my cock was as I watched. I may have had bigger boners in my life, but I’d be hard-pressed to tell you just when that was.
When I looked at the small screen again, Ed’s dick was spewing come up like some obscene fountain. Michelle was rubbing it all over her face and cheeks as the pearly wads of male goo bubbled upward, out of the slit at the head of his prick, crooning softly for him to “really cream” her!
She scraped it off with a finger, when he was finally finished shooting, of course, and then she ate it as she looked into the camera he was holding. I shuddered as I watched each fat glob of spunk disappear into my wife’s mouth, and shuddered even harder as she swallowed each and every one of them as if she couldn’t get enough.
“How…how much more of this is there?” I asked softly.
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