by Matthew Lee
A small gasp escaped her. “Honey,” she whined, “I'm so sorry. I want him. I need him inside me.” Her exposed nipple twirled in a circle as she rubbed her bald pussy.
I continued. “When he sees you've shaved for him he will lose his mind. If he hasn't taken his cock out yet he will after that. You'll gaze at his monster, that cock you desire so much and your little pussy will gush in anticipation. He'll see the look in your eye and know he has you; you're hooked, he owns you.”
Julie moaned hard and I knew I'd struck a nerve.
“He'll bend you over and bring the camera in close. Everyone on earth, including your husband, will watch as he stuffs your young pussy with more cock than it can take. He'll treat you like a slut on a live feed and you will climax harder than ever from shame as the whole world witnesses what a whore you are for big cock.”
Julie cried out and fell back against the wall. Her legs shook hard as she came. She looked so fucking sexy I couldn't hold back and came as well, shooting cum on the bedspread.
Hours later she was sleeping soundly but I wasn't. I was erect again and gazing down at her, dreading tomorrow night. Julie still wore the baby-doll and I realized being married to her meant other men would forever be involved in our sex life. Part of me loved that, part of me hated it. My eyes rested on her hairless and perfectly smooth labia. How often had I wanted her to do that? I sighed. No way was I sleeping tonight. I left the bed and surfed online until sun up.
I was useless all day. I'm not even sure how we spent it. Julie laughed and asked me, “Aren't I the one supposed to be a nervous wreck?”
Yes, only she wasn't. She was excited and couldn't wait to be with him. I had an overpowering urge to constantly jack off but I resisted it. I knew I'd want her when she came home and probably more than once.
Eventually, it was time. She stepped out of the shower and dried and I noticed she had re-shaved her pussy. Her whole body was hairless from the head down. She threw on a light green sundress with nothing underneath and flat sandals. She pulled her hair back into a sensible pony-tail. She wore no make-up. We kissed once at the doorway to our bedroom and several more times in the driveway. I watched her drive away.
I was much too early, but I entered our office and opened Jacob's website anyway. Julie had very thoughtfully left a bucket of ice, tumbler, and a new bottle of my favorite Jack Daniels, Honey, by the monitor. She also left a small, hand-written note;
David, my love, trust me when I tell you how precious you are to me. I never imagined I'd enjoy a life where my darkest fantasies were not only accepted and encouraged, but made real. I love you. Remember those words tonight, “I love you” no matter what you see or hear.
Jules.
My hand trembled with anticipation as I finished. I didn't wait; I poured myself a drink now. Then another. I surfed everywhere, checking back on the site often. At nine forty-five a portrait shot of Julie's gorgeous made-up face filled the screen with a caption that read; Tonight! J-Man fucks lovely Natasha! A stop-watch counted down from fifteen minutes. I took another drink.
Time slowed down.
“Fuck!” I yelled, pushing back from my desk. I paced the room then sat back down. I stood and stripped nude and then returned to my seat.
Agonizing minutes later, the screen faded and an interior shot of the huge bed came up. Jacob, J-Man, faced the camera.
“Friends,” he began. “You've all come to expect quality porn from me. Tonight I bring you something that will haunt you forever. Just looking at her will torture you the rest of your life, knowing she is out there, and she is not with you. You will never touch her, so I will touch her for you. Don't hate me.”
He waved to someone off camera. Julie, Natasha for tonight, entered frame and sat next to him on the bed. I groaned out loud.
Julie wore the same sheer black teddy she'd worn for me last night. Matching lace gloves, panties, and five-inch black stilettos completed her attire. Her hair was curled and her make-up, especially around her eyes, was heavy and bold. Her lips gleamed dark red.
“Tell us about you, Natasha,” J-Man said.
The camera zoomed in on my wife's face and I realized at least one other person was in the studio.
“Well,” my wife began, “First I want to tell you that I'm married, and my husband David is watching tonight.”
“Really? Wow! That must be tough for him.”
“It really is. He loves me but I know sharing me with you is going to torment him. He'll agonize watching us.”
“Then why are you here?”
Julie turned to face Jacob. “Because of you. You're gorgeous and sexy and I want you so badly. I masturbated to that picture of your big cock all week. I can't wait to give myself to you. My husband will just have to understand.”
The camera panned down Julie's young firm body. Her tits almost burst the seams of her lingerie, her puffed up and swollen nipples strained against the mesh fabric, pink flesh poking through the tiny holes. My mind reeled. My wife had masturbated all week while looking at Jacob's cock.
My phone lit up and buzzed. Annoyed, I silenced it and pushed it aside.
“Will you stand and show us how beautiful you are?” J-Man asked.
“Whatever you want,” Natasha replied.
My wife stood and slowly turned in a circle. I bit a knuckle. She was more vampish than I'd ever seen her but that sweet, innocent face let her pull it off without looking skanky.
“Okay,” Jacob said to the camera. Chat is now on. Send us your requests. Make Natasha do anything you want.”
A small dialog box popped up on my screen and my phone lit up again. Julie would do anything she was told? What the fuck? Irritated, I checked my phone to see who kept texting; two friends from work, Chuck and Pete, one text each. I opened and read them.
Chuck's went like this: Dude! Is Julie with you right now? If she ain't, you've GOT to check this website.
A link was thoughtfully provided.
Pete's was pretty much the same thing. At least two buddies from work were about to watch my wife get her brains fucked out. I answered them both stating Julie was next to me on the couch as we watched a movie and why were they asking. They both said check out the site anyway for a girl that looked EXACTLY like my wife. Pete added he now had jerk material for a year. Awesome.
When I turned my attention back to the screen, Jacob led Julie to the side of the bed. She moved to the center, reclining on her back. Jacob ran a light hand over her fresh and vibrant body. Her youthful vitality radiated. He gently tweaked a lace covered nipple.
From the headboard he produced a padded handcuff. My neck burned and my temperature rose. Dread filled me. My smiling wife placed a willing and delicate wrist inside and J-Man clicked it shut. He repeated the process on her other wrist and then moved to her feet, securing each ankle the same way. Julie's chest rose and fell as she tried to control her breathing. I could not tell if she were excited or scared.
J-Man stopped and disrobed. His underwear was a black G-string which bulged massively in every direction. He hooked his thumbs and those came down too and his lumbering tool flopped out.
A tight black leather cock-ring separated his equipment from his body and accentuated his lumbering size. As soon as my wife saw it she began to squirm and whimper. He was not yet half-hard and already coiled veins stood out under the skin. The head was big and the shaft behind it almost matched the crown in thickness. It looked like a bull's cock.
As big and menacing as it was, his testicles were worthy co-stars. Twice the size of mine, maybe more, two swollen plums nestled in a tight hairless bag of sensitive flesh. I caught myself staring and looked away, embarrassed, but quickly looked back. They were really something to see.
Jacob hefted his rod and aimed it at Julie. Her eyes were glued. From beneath the bed Jacob withdrew a large vibrator and clicked it on. A low hum came from my speakers. He ran it up Julie's left leg and then her right, causing her to squeal with laughter and tug at the cuffs
that bound her. He did it again but this time slowed as he approached her pussy. Julie drew very still and bit her bottom lip.
For the next thirty minutes J-Man used that vibrator to drive Julie crazy. He brought her to the verge of orgasm multiple times and backed off. If it were me she'd be getting angry but for him she writhed around and attempted to capture his cock with her mouth whenever he brought it close to her face.
“This is for you guys,” Jacob said to the camera. “Remember that super-hot bitch in high school? Remember the Head Cheerleader or the sexy girl on the swim team? Here she is, and I'm getting her back for all those times she forced you to play with your penis because she wore a mini skirt to school. I'm going to fuck the Prom Queen on your behalf.”
Julie groaned with frustration but he was merciless and masterful. It dawned on me he read my wife better than I did; backing off when she was only seconds from climax. I watched him handle my woman better than me. When Julie was almost in tears from sexual frustration, he turned the vibrator off and slid it under the bed. My wife's chest rose and fell rapidly.
Jacob exited screen and reappeared carrying a chain dog leash and collar, which he attached to Julie's throat. He freed her hands and told her to free her ankles. He led her before the camera and ordered her to sit. The camera zoomed in.
My phone lit up.
From Pete; you're lying. That's Julie. Send me a picture of her right now holding up two peace signs.
Fuck. What to do? I had no options so I ignored him.
The camera zoomed on my wife's gorgeous face. Her cheeks were flush. Her hazel eyes wide open and fixated on Jacob's manhood. Her lips were parted. Her sexual arousal was obvious to every person watching. From off screen a large, red, and partially inflated dick-head entered the picture aimed right at her face. Julie reached for it with her mouth but Jacob yanked the chain and scolded her.
“I am in charge, Natasha. Say it.”
“You are in charge, J-man.”
”Open your mouth.”
Julie looked right into the camera and I swear to you she was looking right at me. A slight smile curled the corners of her mouth. This was so much different than watching her with Tom. The camera was right on top of them. I saw every detail; the lips I'd kissed so many times, the tongue I'd felt dance with mine, her smooth flawless skin. Instinctively she reached for Jacob's cock again and he once more jerked her chain. She pouted.
Off camera I heard Jacob say, “Look how badly she wants it. A woman this gorgeous so needy for dick? Do you love it because it's big?”
Julie nodded her head.
Jacob looked into another camera. “How many want to see her suck my fat cock?” I watched the dialog box on my monitor as user name after user name told him to stick it in. I was sure Pete and Chuck chimed in too.
“Start here,” Jacob ordered, pulling her mouth down to his balls. Julie dove in. Finally allowed to touch Jacob, she moaned as she licked the bumpy flesh of his scrotum. I reached for my penis.
Nothing happened. I tugged and pulled. Nothing. That familiar blank feeling smothered my erection. I grabbed the bottle of Honey and peered deep into the golden liquid. Tiny strands of clumpy black oil swirled. Son of a bitch, she'd dosed me. Tom must have sent her home with some. I yanked and jerked and watched her full red lips close on the opening at the tip of Jacob's big cock, but nothing; not even the hint of a hard-on.
With no recourse or release, I would have to watch as my sweet wife finally gave herself to the man she craved most.
She'd sabotaged me. She'd be home hours from now, just as this drug was wearing off, knowing I'd take out my accumulated frustration and desire on her, and that's exactly what she wanted. With no relief available she knew I'd suffer through every anguished minute of her complete submission to Jacob.
Julie pulled her lips back to reveal the tip of her tongue working his cum-slit. She closed them and her cheeks dented from the powerful suction she applied. Jacob moaned. My wife was trying to pull his cum up from his testicles.
The camera panned back to show us Julie masturbating as she sucked. Several viewers commented how hot and sexy she was but they loved how much she loved dick.
Julie nudged him deeper. The camera zoomed in. Her taut lips stretched as he fed her another inch and I saw her throat move as she swallowed saliva and relaxed. Another nudge and another fat inch. There was no way she could deep throat him; she'd failed on Tom and Jacob was bigger. But she was going to try. She maneuvered her head, trying different angles until she found one she liked, then another nudge and another inch. I knew guys all around the world were jerking hard dicks. Probably a lot of girls too.
Julie's eyes watered a bit and she swallowed again. Deep breath and an angle adjustment and two inches slipped deep quickly. Surprised, Jacob sucked air and hissed his intense pleasure.
“Fuck ME,” he growled. Who's in charge, Jacob?
My wife opened the seal of her lips and took a breath around his thick shaft. Jacob dropped the forgotten leash, no longer interested in controlling this woman at all. Julie held his hips with both hands and forced his dick farther into the warm enveloping tube of her throat. Jacobs’s arms hung at his sides and his head fell back. This was a spectacle of pure slutty determination. She rested a moment then withdrew an inch, only to steel herself and take back that inch plus two more. Jacob had perhaps three inches of fat cock left and I'd changed my mind; my money was now on Julie.
My wife rose higher on her knees. She held her head at an odd angle, like a turtle trying to run. The dialog box was going crazy. Everyone was cheering her on and telling her how insanely hot she was. She gagged for a second and I worried we'd reached her limit but she pinched her own nipple to distract herself and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
In one smooth cock-swallowing motion, the last three inches of Jacob's schlong slid home. Julie's throat bulged and she held herself perfectly still, her nose pressed against his pubic bone and his huge cock buried in her gullet.
“Oh my fucking God, oh my fucking GOD!” Jacob gasped.
The dialog box stopped scrolling completely. Every single one of us leaned closer to the screen and jerked our dicks as fast as we could. Julie's young and innocent face was stuffed with an engorged and veiny phallus. It was a vulgar and depraved moment, shocking and scandalous. Soft as cotton, my penis nevertheless longed to explode. The immoral vision on the screen made me want to scream. I yanked my penis as fast and as hard as I could, almost crying from pure sexual frustration. Jealous flared. Why did he matter so much to her? I knew it was pointless but I jacked my penis anyway. Jacob had his entire impressive length buried in my wife's esophagus. She was pinned like a butterfly in a collection.
Much later it occurred to me that Julie had done more than masturbate with that big Tom-sized dildo. Clearly, in anticipation of this meeting with Jacob, she had practiced her oral skills too. My wife so desired to please this man she taught herself how to deep-throat a cock as big as his.
Holding his hips, my wife began to fuck her throat on Jacob's cock. Her spit drooled to the floor as Jacob's huge balls rested against her chin and then slowly pulled back, only to slide forward to her chin again. Each thrust went a little farther and soon Jacob was fucking the length of his prick into my wife's food pipe. I was especially turned on each time his big nuts pressed against her lips.
Julie's confidence soared. Each time his balls pressed her face; her tongue swirled out and licked them. Julie rubbed her clit furiously, thrilled by her newly acquired skill. When Jacob announced he was going to cum, Julie moaned “uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” until he pushed the length in, held it there, and pumped a phenomenal amount of hot liquid straight into her stomach. His orgasm left him weak and he slowly fell towards the bed as Julie vacuumed the last precious drops from his tool.
Julie stood and looked into the camera. She licked her lips. I felt her in my mind. She wiped a finger across her chin and licked the drop of cum she found and smiled, directly at me and onl
y me. She took a step back and the cameraman widened the field to capture her whole body and brought everything into sharp focus.
My wife gathered the bottom of her teddy and lifted it over her head, her gorgeous firm breasts magnificently on display. Her puffy nipples were engorged, begging to be sucked. She untied her tiny black lace panties and drew them from between her tone thighs. She shook out her hair and gazed directly into the camera.
This time she looked not into my eyes but into the eyes of every person watching her. She peered into Chuck and Pete and every male and female audience member that paid the price of admission, and feeling thousands of pairs of eyes crawling her skin, she dropped her head back cupped both breasts and soaked it all in. She connected with all of them. We all felt it. From my speakers I heard her moan. This wasn't an orgasm but something different; her body shook and shivered, goose bumps rose. Behind her Jacob leaned up on one elbow to watch. Julie was on full, wanton, whorish display and loved it.
My phone lit and I read; Pete told me in spite of what I said, he knew it was Julie. He knew it. He promised to keep my secret safe. He said she was an unearthly beauty and any man would be proud to claim her as his own and although she was at that moment sucking another man's cock, she was still my wife and that made me one lucky mother-fucker. He told me he wouldn't judge us and wouldn't I enjoy having at least one other person that knew it was really her? I remembered Julie had mentioned on several occasions that Latin Pete was sexy and I don't know exactly why, but that tipped the scales. I text Pete back, swearing him to secrecy, but yes, we were watching my wife.
“I knew it!” he quickly replied. “Brother, whatever floats your boat; it's your marriage. I'm just thrilled to finally see her naked. This last year she has totally blossomed into a real beauty. All the guys at the office hate you.”
As bizarre and twisted as it sounds, I was proud she was my wife.
I returned my attention to the screen while a tiny part of my brain wondered about meeting Pete at work Monday morning.