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Sunday afternoon, July 23, 2028

I was at the airport at four and found the gate for the incoming flight from Sacramento. While I was waiting for her, I got a short text from Jonah, “New passcode, Shanice208942. Show her.”

The plane arrived right on time. I could hardly wait for my wife to walk into the waiting area. When she did, she looked like my Adriana, the same as she’d looked two days earlier. I noticed right off that she was wearing different clothes, a pair of shorts that were split up the outer seam to where her panties would have been if she’d been wearing any and a blouse tied right below her bustline showing a bare mid-riff. She was beautiful… and sexy!

When she saw me she broke into a huge smile. I was nearly in tears with happiness to have my wife back again! She wrapped her arms around my neck and the first thing she whispered in my ear was, “Take me home and make love with me.” I hugged her back just as tightly, anxious to do exactly that. I was sure that to onlookers, we were a couple who hadn’t seen each other for weeks, if not months. Those two days apart felt like a year.

When she left, we both intended the first thing we did when she got home would be to pick up the kids. Now, though, we had a stop to make love first. In a way, it seemed like the most important step in my life, to know if my wife was still who she was when she left.

I didn’t tell her about the video I had been watching over the weekend. I was actually afraid to tell her how much I had seen. I was sure there was a lot she intended to never reveal. On the way home from the airport, about a half-hour drive, she asked me, “Did Kayla call you?”

She watched me for my reaction to Kayla’s name. “She did,” I told her, “but I had to put her off. I couldn’t do it with you gone.” I didn’t tell her the real reason, that I had to be there to watch the video.

“So, how was your trip? Did you actually do it, the stripping?” I asked her.

Her face turned a little red and she nodded, “Like I said, I didn’t have any choice. He wouldn’t let me back out.”

“But you tried?”

“I told him I couldn’t do it, to please take me back to his house, that I didn’t even want to go inside… but like I said, he’s a man that doesn’t take no for an answer.”

“And?” I was almost afraid to be pretending to not know. She would find out soon that I had seen everything. But I had to know what she would tell me.

She took a deep breath and was watching me, probably afraid of my reaction. “We went in, sat there for probably an hour. I don’t know if he wanted to let my nerves settle or put me more on edge, but that’s what waiting did, made me more and more nervous. When the Deejay finally said my name, I was so scared I just wanted to run and hide.”

I asked her, “What were you wearing?”

“A skirt and blouse, really nice ones. When I saw them on the bed I thought he’d changed his mind and was taking me to someplace special, an art gallery or maybe a concert, someplace really elegant.” Her voice became almost a whisper, “That made it worse. I felt so out of place, almost like a princess. Then I had to take it off… a little at a time, in front of all those people.” I noticed she didn’t mention the vibrator inside her pussy.

I glanced over at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was in another world… back on the stage, “I was so horny, all those people watching me undress and it felt so sexy…”

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

She nodded, and in her small voice, barely audible, said, “Loved it, probably the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done.” After a short pause, added, “So turned on, so horny.”

By then we were nearly to our street. Shanice, I thought, then corrected myself, Adriana, opened her eyes and looked around, smiling at the familiar surroundings; like she was back in a world she understood, where life was normal, where she had a family, a husband who loved her and two beautiful children. Everything didn’t revolve around sex.

When we went into the house, she led me by the hand to our bedroom. “Undress me,” she asked.

I did, starting with the knot at the bottom of her blouse, then I tickled her tummy several inches above her belly button, “About there?” I asked her. She giggled and I moved my fingers down a couple inches below her sexy little button, “Or maybe there?” I loved hearing my wife giggle again. I never saw her giggle with Jonah. That fact alone showed me that maybe he could dominate my wife’s body, but he couldn't have her mind.

Then I began unbuttoning her blouse, starting at the bottom. Her arms were around my neck, eyes closed and a very pleasant smile was on her face. After the first two buttons, I slipped my hands under her blouse, massaging her bare breasts. God, she felt so good and it had been so long! I couldn’t stop myself a second longer and kissed her. She tightened her grip around my neck, our lips smashed together and the tips of our tongues met. We stayed like that for what seemed like several minutes, passionately reuniting. She broke away and I heard the words, softly under her breath, “Love you.”

We backed away from each other far enough that I could continue with the task of removing her blouse, finishing the buttons, then pushing it off her shoulders. She was naked underneath it and I reveled in her soft skin, almost like it was the first time she had been naked with me. I kissed down her neck, then down to a nipple and took it in my mouth and sucked while Addie scraped her hands through my hair and moaned. After allowing me to suckle on both her tender nipples, I heard her soft, feminine voice, “The rest, please.”

I fumbled with the button of her shorts, then the zipper and pushed them down off her legs. As I knew she would be, she was naked underneath, no panties. She sat down on the bed and scooted back, laying down. “Now you,” she whispered.

I pulled my Cabelas t-shirt off over my head, pushed my pants and underwear to the floor, took off shoes and socks and lay down beside my wife. This was the first time we had embraced naked for the last ten days and I rejoiced in the feel of her body against mine. After what I had seen and heard over the last two days I desperately needed her intimacy.

We lay on the bed, kissing and caressing each other until she said, “I need you… inside me… now, please.”

I climbed on top of her and slowly entered her. This didn’t feel like ‘married people sex’; it was more like first-time reuniting love-making. Even though she felt looser than I remembered when I first entered her, those vaginal muscles she had been exercising with the Ben-Wa balls made themselves known. I felt her clamp down on me as I started to slide in and out of her. Soft moans coming from both our mouths, no talking about Jonah, or Tanner, or Daryl; just the two of us, my beautiful wife and me.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop myself from coming within the first couple minutes. My body spasmed and my cum exploded inside her.

Afterward, I realized Addie hadn’t had an orgasm with me. “I’m sorry,” I told her, “it’s been too long.”

She held me tight and I saw the smile on her face as she said, “It’s okay, it was wonderful to me, too.” Maybe emotionally it was but not physically. I had seen what ‘wonderful’ actually was to her. I guess I had to appreciate that I could give her what she needed emotionally. He couldn’t do that, whereas Tanner had actually been able to give her both.

As we lay in the afterglow of our love-making, I had to ask, just to see what she’d say, “What was it like with him? The sex?”

She hesitated a long time before she answered, “Not now, I don’t want to talk about him… please.”

Maybe later she would tell me, but for now, we had other more important business, “Let’s go get our little people.” We got up, and Shanice, I mean Addie, took a quick shower and dressed, much more conservatively than she was when I picked her up at the airport.

When we walked into my parents’ house an hour later, Katie and Kevin both jumped into their mom’s arms. She had knelt down so she could wrap herself around both at the same time and she actually cried she was so happy to see them. It was hard to believe it had only been two days ago when we left them.. and what had transpired in those two days.

We had dinner with Mom and Dad, then drove home. It was nearly ten by the time we got home and Katie and Kevin were asleep in the car so we carried them in and tucked them into bed.

“I have something I have to show you,” I told Adriana, asking her to sit on the couch in the living room. I hadn’t changed any of the settings on the TV and the laptop was still plugged into it so all I had to do was turn the TV on, volume down low so as to not wake the kids, open the laptop and put my finger over the fingerprint reader to activate it. It was already set on the website so I checked my phone to get the passcode Jonah had sent me, entered it and waited.

The first thing was Jonah talking to Adriana, “Okay, bitch, I don’t think I like your name so good. Gonna give you a different one.” Apparently, he’d edited out a lot.

I watched my wife. Her mouth opened and her hand went over it in shock.

“I like Shanice. From now on, while you’re here, your name’s Shanice…”

Addie’s mouth was opening and closing with no sound coming out, wide-eyed like she was nearly in a panic. “How… how much?” finally came out of her mouth, barely audible. “You saw it live?”

Unlike the live feed, there was now a pause button, which I hit, freeze-framing her face across our screen just after he had told her, “Except when it’s whore, bitch, slut or whatever.”

I nodded that I had. “I don’t know how much. He’s already edited a lot out. You’ll have to tell me what’s missing, that he might not have filmed or edited out.”

My wife was literally curled up in a ball on the couch, tears running down her face. “I didn’t know, I didn’t know,” she repeated several times, her voice squeaky. Then she looked at me with her tear-streaked face, “H-How did he do it?”

I pointed to my eyes, “His glasses, they have a 3-D camera and microphones hidden in them and a remote in his pocket that he can control them from.”

I pulled her little balled-up body over next to me, with her head on my lap. She seemed so tiny and fragile, not the confident woman I’d been married to for the past almost ten years, or even from five minutes earlier.

“Should I hit ‘play’?” I asked her. She nodded, reluctantly.

He’d edited out more, including the torturous blank spots. The next shot was the picture of the floor with the ‘click, click, click of her heels on the hardwood floor and then finally slowly looking up ‘Shanice’s’ body showing the outfit she was wearing. “I thought maybe we were going somewhere special, that he’d changed his mind about the strip club. But I was still pretty scared.”

“What did you think when he gave you the vibrator?” I asked her when they were stopped outside the club.

“I wasn’t even thinking. I thought he said that wasn’t what it was. I was just so scared that my brain had turned off any logical thought.” She added, “Then it didn’t do anything for so long and I almost forgot about it with the fear of not knowing when he was going to make me go up on that stage.”

“I felt so out of place, dressed up more like I should have been going to an opera or something formal like that. All the other girls there were wearing what I would have called ‘stripper-clothes’, but not me.

When the video got to the part of him explaining how the vibrator worked, she took the remote from me and stopped it. “I’d forgotten about it, maybe it wasn’t a vibrator at all. I wasn’t thinking too good and then I was afraid. What if it came on when I was on the stage? Then thinking about that happening started to make me horny along with being afraid, wondering what it’d be like.”

She hit play again. We watched until her face changed, that look of shock when the vibrator started. She was barely audible again, “It felt so fuckin’ good!” I glanced at her; never before would she have used the ‘f’ word like that.

Then we heard her name and her pleading with Jonah before she got up and started walking toward the stage. She paused the picture again just as she was taking the first step onto the stage. “I want us to get naked,” she said.

I hurried out of my clothes and watched my wife push everything off as quickly as she could. We sat back down on the couch, Addie’s head still in my lap, and this time her hand gently rubbing up and down my hard cock. Then she hit the play button again, and we watched her take her clothes off in front of all those people.

I was massaging Adriana’s breast and listening to her moans, not sure if they were from the woman masturbating on the screen in front of us or my wife beside me. “I was so hot, the vibrator, the men watching,” she groaned. Not to mention that she hadn’t had sex for a week before then... or her pregnancy.

As we watched Shanice spread her legs apart and reach her fingers inside herself sitting in front of all those people, her naked body filling our 80” screen, writhing on the floor in orgasm, my fingers plunged inside Adriana’s soaking wet pussy. She groaned again, pushed her legs tight together and I felt those muscles clamp down on my fingers. As Shanice on our screen came hard, fully exposed in front of all those people, my Adriana came at the same time, hard; body shuddering, trying to suppress her moaning.

Then only a couple of minutes later, she was back on the stage, filling our screen once again, saying while she was sucking her pussy juices off her fingers, “My name is Shanice. I’m married to a wonderful man who let me be here and now I’m going home with Jonah and he’s going to fuck me. If I’m lucky, he’ll eventually take this vibrator out of my pussy.” Then I felt her mouth close around my cock and begin sucking.

Addie hit the pause again, freezing the picture of herself taking up the full size of our 80” TV with her legs spread wide and three fingers buried in her cunt in front of a hundred or more black men.

She has given me blow-jobs in the past; not often, but occasionally. But never like that night after she watched herself strip for the first time. She was naked, on her knees in front of me, licking, sucking, pulling me all the way into her mouth, into her throat and back out again. She gagged a couple times, then was able to pull my cock into her throat with ease. Any part of my cock that wasn’t inside her mouth was being milked by her hands. And I was hard, so damn hard. After all, I’d just watched her strip and writhe on the floor in front of who knows how many people.

My orgasm overtook me so quickly and forcefully that all I could do was hurriedly pull her face onto my cock and shoot rope after rope of cum into her throat. She seemed to revel in it, sucking harder, milking me, swallowing my cum as quickly as she could.

When it was over she looked up at me, smiled and said, “That’s enough for tonight. Let’s go to bed." I looked at my watch. We had been watching... well sometimes watching and sometimes other, for nearly two hours.

After we climbed into bed, still naked, I spooned behind her and whispered in her ear, “I love you, Adriana.” She squeezed my arm that was around her and scooted back tighter against my body. She was home. She was mine.

I thought she was going to sleep when I heard her, “Do you know what they say about a big, black cock?”

What? Where had that come from? “No, what?” I asked her tentatively, not having any idea where this was going.

“That, once a white girl has had a big, black cock, she won’t be satisfied with anything else?”

This conversation was starting to frighten me a little.

“Well, it’s not true. Maybe he can do things to her that her husband can’t, but she still loves her husband… she can live without him, but I can’t ever live without my husband.”

I squeezed her and said, “I love you,” into her ear.

“You, too,” she whispered back.

Then something she had said made me wonder, “Who says?” I asked her.

She giggled, “I read, you know, sexy stories; famous authors like Stormdog, Blackvelvet

“Stormdog? Blackvelvet… ? What the hell kind of names are those?”

“I think they’re just stupid pen names,” she said, “I mean who’d name their kid ‘Stormdog’?”

She’d changed the entire mood in the room. I thought about that, some poor kid in his first day of school, roll call, “Stormdog,” the teacher says, and the poor pathetic kid with the sadistic parents raises his hand. We were both giggling uncontrollably.

She had to get up early the next day because she was interviewing applicants for the manager of the new Mountain Home store at nine AM in Mountain Home, an hour-and-a-half away. She wanted to be there by eight to get everything ready and mentally prepare herself. She had four applicants and Kayla had already done some background checking on them for her.

I guessed a little mental preparation would be nice, after the weekend she’d just had.

I kept the kids at home with me, which we like to do after being gone, while I reviewed inventories and ordered stock for all the stores. I checked with the trucking company shipping the piano to Seattle and was told it would be delivered Wednesday. I knew that in spite of the profit, Adriana was going to miss having the piano in the store. It had been a source of pride for her ever since she’d found it in an estate sale several months earlier and gambled, paying $6,000 for it.

Yeah, the two kids being with me made it hard to accomplish very much, not nearly what I’d hoped for the day. But it was worth it. I wished I could keep them home every day, but then it wouldn’t seem so special for us and it would be almost impossible to give Adriana the help she needed for managing her business.

She came home elated that night. She was sure she’d found her perfect manager, a woman who seemed ideal for the job. “Her name's Nicole, but she goes by Nicki. She’s thirty-one, divorced with a six-year-old little girl and has been working as an assistant manager at Macy’s in the mall in Boise. She said she’s been wanting something in Mt Home so she didn’t have to drive back and forth all the time. Besides, I offered her more than she’d been making.”

“I even asked her about our volleyball team. She said she played some in high school, but just in PE since they didn’t have a team. She said she was pretty good, though, except it was a long time ago.”

“The only problem is that she’d have to come to Boise for practices and games, but I told her she could bring her littlle girl and we’d find someone to help watch her, maybe even bring her here and you can watch her,” Addie added. “Besides,” she giggled, “she’d look great in our new uniforms… Not only could she be a model, but she is. She does part-time modeling for Macy’s local ads. Ooh, did I mention that she’s black?”

“I’m going to have her come here to work with Kayla for a week or so before we start her in her own store.”

I shook my head and laughed at my wife. “Since when does looking good in a volleyball uniform qualify her for your manager?”

“Just a bonus, sweetie. You’ll like her.”

She also told me that she’d signed up for a class at our athletic club she hadn’t even known existed, pole dancing. She said she’d stopped to pick up her gym clothes to bring home to wash and there it was on the bulletin board; ‘pole dancing, great exercise, M-W-F, 7-8 PM’.

“So,” I teased her, “you’re going to learn to be a stripper? I thought you already knew how to do that.”

“No, silly,” she excoriated me, “It’s an exercise class, you know E X E R C I S E.”

I rolled my eyes at her and told her, “Yeah, right, exercise.” Certainly no ulterior motive there! It was already pretty late and her gym clothes needed to be washed so she said she’d start the class on Wednesday.

Addie was fine up until when we tucked Katie and Kevin into bed. When I mentioned turning the video back on, her face turned a little whitish and she gripped my hand, hard. “I don’t know if I can. You know what happens?” she asked me in a trembling voice.

I nodded that I did and tugged her hand to sit down beside me on the couch, then turned the laptop and TV on. It was still on the same website, still a blank screen with the ‘play’ button beckoning us. Adriana snuggled up tight to me and gripped my hand in both of hers, a little past the point of being painfully hard.

I hit ‘play’. The first picture was of my 3-D, totally lifelike wife in a white, silky robe, open at the front, nothing on underneath it. Her first words were, “I want to be fucked.”

I looked down at my wife. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut. I hit pause once again and told her to open her eyes. “I can’t,” she murmured, nearly inaudibly. Her entire body trembling.

I held her hands with one of mine and put my other around her shoulders, pulling her tighter to me, “Yes, you can,” I told her. I watched her until her eyes started to flicker open. Her face looked like she was in anguish, but at least her eyes were open. This was a different woman than the one who had confidently told me about her new store manager a couple hours earlier.

I hit play again and watched as the robe came off her naked body; she said the vibrator was still going and he left for black, silky bandanas. If anything, Addie’s body next to me was shaking harder. As he tied the first around her eyes, I asked her, “You like to be blindfolded?”

She didn’t verbally answer, just nodded her head up and down, then a feeble, “Yes.”

Then he tied her arms behind her back.

When his big, hand hit her butt and we heard the loud ‘Crack’ through our speakers, Addie’s body jerked beside me and she let out a loud ‘Aaah’ noise, like it was happening to her all over again. Her fingernails were digging into my hand but her eyes were wide open, staring at the screen.

Her body jerked and she groaned when the second blow hit her, then again with the third, By then tears were flooding her cheeks. I stopped the video. “He said you could stop it any time. Why didn’t you?”

She took a long time to answer, to get her tears under control so she could talk, “I… I didn’t want him to… “

I looked at her, not having any idea what to say. “Because I knew what was coming next would be so fuckin’ good,” she answered my unasked question.

She pushed herself up off the couch and I watched as she went down the hall toward our bedroom. Fifteen minutes or so later, she came back into the living room. She’d put on lipstick, a little makeup, perfumed her body… and was completely naked. She sat back down beside me, her feet under her and both knees together across my leg. Then she handed me a small black device; the remote, for the vibrator she bought in Virginia City. It went onto the couch on the opposite side from her, tucked safely under my leg. Before she sat, I had noticed her still waxed pussy. There was no indication of anything inside her. It was obviously completely buried in her vagina.

I started the video again. Still, with each blow of his hand on her bare butt, she jerked beside me. But at least the tears had stopped and she was counting along with Shanice in the video. The girl straddling Jonah’s legs across our screen with the deep red butt was crying, though; writhing and telling him not to stop, then begging him to fuck her.

When Jonah forced Shanice to admit that Tanner had fucked her in the butt… and how much she’d liked it, it had a visible impact on Adriana, next to me. She glanced at my face with a worried expression, then back at the screen. When he started pushing the second vibrator into her butt, I felt my wife’s muscles clenching together, like she was feeling it all over again.

When, Jonah, on our screen, was tying Shanice’s legs to the bed, I turned on Addie’s vibrator, about halfway. It made her body jerk and she tried to push her knees apart. I had anticipated she might and held her in place until she gave up and relaxed her legs. I turned it up just a little higher and was sure I could feel a little vibration coming through her body. Or perhaps it was the vibrations coming from her moans.

The picture went blank. I hit pause and got up off the couch, leaving my Addie alone, her hands between her legs, curled up and moaning with the vibrator inside her. I looked at my watch told her, “He said you’re not to come.” Then I walked into the kitchen to fix myself a sandwich.

He had left her for forty-five minutes, desperate to be fucked, with two vibrators in her body… and her arms tied behind her back. I only had one, but it could do things to her that his couldn’t; like the little nubbins that grew and stimulated her, or the clit vibrator that even now would be attacking her.

I looked into the living room. My wonderful wife was still on the couch, her body in a ball, arms wrapped around her knees pulling them tight to her chest and rocking back and forth, with a constant wail from her mouth. I knew it was cruel to leave her like that so I turned the vibrator down to low and went to check the kids, verifying that they were still asleep.

I checked my watch again and saw that it had been fifteen minutes, another thirty minutes to go. I remembered that Addie’s toy has two parts. Besides the vibrator, it can actually fuck her. I turned that part on as well, on low, to fuck her slowly. I went into our bedroom, lay down on the bed to read my Tom Clancy novel and turned the dial back to medium. I had intentionally left the bedroom door open so I could at least hear my wife. When her groans had seemed to die down a little, I turned it back up all the way. That seemed to have the desired effect as the wailing from the other room grew louder once again.

I assumed that when Addie gave me the remote that this was what she wanted. At least I hoped so. Listening to the incessant noises and crying I wasn’t so sure, maybe not for the full forty-five minutes at least. I got up and checked on her a couple times. I tried to give her breaks by varying the intensity up and down. The last time I checked, she was on the floor, her body writhing in what was hard to tell, was either agony or ecstasy. Perhaps, a little of both.

When my watch said it had been thirty-five minutes, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I closed my bedroom door, turned both dials higher and put it in my pocket. I hoped that sliding it in my pocket didn’t inadvertently move the dials one way or the other. Obviously, not down since the wailing didn’t quit. At least with the door closed, though, it wasn’t so overbearing.

I almost dozed off in those last ten minutes and came back to consciousness only five minutes late. I turned her toy to off and went back into the other room. Addie lay on the floor, her body quivering and sweaty. I picked her up and sat her down beside me again. This time, though, she was almost crazed, tearing at my clothes and frantically kissing me, begging me to fuck her, much like she’d begged Jonah. I sucked her breast into my mouth, then the other, with my hand running across her pussy lips, almost as desperate to fuck her as she was to be fucked.

I held back, though. We had more video to watch. I turned it on and fast-forwarded it until he startled her on the bed and told her to get on her knees.

I made sure she was watching, now with glassy, glazed over eyes, when her butt occupied nearly the full screen of our TV and we saw his big black cock slide all the way inside her. Addie, beside me, began moaning all over again when I turned the ‘fuck’ dial all the way up and we heard on the screen, “You don’t come, bitch, until I say you do.”

His wet, black cock slid in and out of Shanice's cunt over and over again and the dildo inside Adriana's did the same. I held Addie’s knees together like I had earlier and watched her face as she was being fucked by her toy and Shanice was being fucked from the rear by her stud on our TV.

She knew she wasn’t to come until Jonah did on the TV and her face was a grimace, sweat pouring off her forehead, tears from her eyes, eyes open and glassy, mouth emitting a constant wail. I couldn’t tell if the groans and wails were coming from the TV or our living room.

When, mercifully, Jonah finally grabbed Shanice’s hips and his big cock exploded inside her, my Addie screamed and her body shook as I’d never seen it before. She drenched our legs with her pussy juice and her body shuddered and shuddered. It never seemed to end. But it did and I turned the telescoping dildo off to watch my wife crumple on the couch beside me. I had never before watched an orgasm like the one my wife had just had.

It had to be a full five minutes before she even moved. I knew her heart was beating, as it was pounding through her body. The first sound she made was an, “Ohhh.”

I wanted to fuck her so damn bad right then, but knew she wasn’t able… and had no idea when she would be. I picked her up off the couch and carried her to our bed, laying her down and pulling the covers over her, then checked our kids once more, afraid that her screams might have woken them. They were both sleeping in the same position as the last time I’d checked.

In the morning, Addie didn’t have any crucial appointment that I knew of so I let her sleep. That is until she awoke with a panic about eight-thirty and said she needed to be at the Boise store at nine because Nicki was going to be there with Kayla. She said that Nicki was giving her two-weeks notice at Macy’s, but wanted to spend some time with Kayla in the mornings before she started her job at ten.

Addie hurried to get cleaned up and ready to go. The woman who had been quivering on our floor with a vibrator in her pussy the night before was gone and my confident business-woman Adriana was back.

Thankfully, Addie hasn’t ever had very much of an issue with morning-sickness with her pregnancies. She sometimes gets a little queasy in the morning and doesn’t want any breakfast, but that’s all.

That night, we had a little more video to watch. Before we started, I asked her, “The vibrator?”

She glared at me. I don’t think she intended to use it.

I pressed play and there she was, the next night, stepping onto the stage again, wearing the yellow dress. When she turned, revealing the nipple clamp chain, I stopped the video.

She raised her eyelash at me, “Already? Ten seconds is all we get to see?”

I ignored her sarcasm. “What was it like going to dinner wearing that? Especially with the nipple clamps?”

Her face turned red, “Embarrassing. It was a family restaurant he took us to. Some steakhouse, I don’t remember the name. He made me sit at a table facing the aisle. He wouldn’t let me pull it down and kept pulling my knees apart whenever some man walked past.”

“Make you horny?”

“What do you think? Yes!”

“Don’t the clamps hurt?”

“When I put them on, a little. But then they just tingle and feel kind of good.”

I had an idea. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s a good one (well for me, anyway). “Put them on now?” I asked her.

She went into our bedroom and a moment later came back out with two gold chains dangling in her hand. “Which, the magnet ones or the clamps?”

“Clamps.”

She came and sat back down beside me, unbuttoning her blouse, taking it off, then her lace bra so that she was sitting with me in her knee-length business skirt and totally topless. She handed me the chain. I reached over to her, pinching one nipple between my forefinger and thumb, then leaned over and suckled on it, drawing it out, engorging it, eliciting a moan from my wife at the same time. Then I pulled on her nipple and affixed the clamp as tight to the areola as I could. I checked my handiwork. There was probably a half-inch of nipple projecting in front of the clamp. Then I repeated the process with her other nipple, Addie watching every step, moaning and running her fingers through my hair as I sucked her nipple.

My wife, topless, with the nipple clamps solidly affixed and gold chain across her chest was so damn sexy looking! I thought about skipping the rest of the video that night. The night before had been so sexy with no relief to the poor husband that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself. I thought about asking her to put the chain in her mouth like she said Jonah had made her that first time in Reno.

Then a funny, totally non-related thought hit me and I said, “You know what one of my thoughts was when I was watching Jonah fuck you that first night?”

She shook her head that she had no idea.

“That next time you go to him, I want a bigger TV.”

I’m not sure that the ‘bigger TV’ part hit her. The only thing she said was, “Next time?”

That was when it hit me what I’d actually said, ‘next time’. And from the expression on my wife’s face and her lack of any denial, I knew there would, in fact, be a next time.

I let that thought slide from my brain and hit play again. We watched as Shanice slid her dress down her body, over her bare breasts and struggle to push it off her hips. When it hit the floor and all she had on was the black panties, I thought to a moment ago when she was talking about Jonah pushing her knees apart in the restaurant, “Transparent panties,” I mentioned. She nodded with her crimson face.

Then she pushed those too, to the floor, having nothing on except her gold high heels. She danced back and forth, totally naked, on the stage, seemingly oblivious to the catcalls, wolf-whistles and chants she was getting from the crowd of black men.

Shanice finished, put her panties and dress back on and walked back down to Jonah. Addie was laying on the couch, her head in my lap and asked me, “Stop it, please. I don’t want to see the next part.”

I couldn’t stop it now, even if I did want to, which I didn’t. “Close your eyes then,” I told her. Unlike last night, I thought I should give her at least that much.

Jonah took her hand and led her into his office, pushed her down onto his desk and ripped her panties off. I had glanced down at Addie on my lap. Her eyes had been closed until she heard herself scream and they popped open, along with her body jerking.

I can’t imagine what it’s like seeing yourself from this angle; from Jonah’s eyes, face pressed down, pussy exposed, eleven inches of black cock poised at your pussy lips.

Then begging to be fucked. Again. Thankfully, our two children sleep through anything.

Once again, I wasn’t sure if the moan was coming from the TV or the woman on my lap. She said she couldn’t watch, but her eyes were wide open as Jonah’s cock buried itself inside her. Adriana screamed almost as much as Shanice did. I was sure she felt his cock entering her all over again. Her pussy, with Jonah’s cock buried all the way inside it was spread across our TV screen.

Shanice’s and Adriana’s groaning noises were inseparable in the room. I couldn’t stand it, the same as the night I first saw it. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out, intending to masturbate myself with Addie on my lap, watching. Watching herself be fucked by that eleven-inch cock.

Instead, Addie took the head of my cock in her mouth and began sucking. Her right hand went to the base and started rubbing, then collecting some precum that she hadn’t yet swallowed and her own saliva for lubricant began milking my cock at the same time as she sucked the head.

One of my hands went to a nipple and the other between her legs underneath her soaking wet panties. I let the video play out to the end, Shanice taking ‘Samuel’ into one of the back rooms.

“What did you do with him?” I groaned out. She answered me by taking more of my cock in her mouth and pressing down on my hand over her breast.

She sucked harder, much like that first night we watched, then pulled away, just licking at the tip and saying, “Come to bed with me. I’ll show you what we did.”

I followed her into the bedroom and started to undress when she stopped me, “No,” she said, “he was dressed.”

She pushed me down, sitting on the edge of the bed and began a gyrating dance in front of me. She removed the nipple clamp from one nipple and pressed it within an inch of my mouth. When I tried to open and capture her nipple, she pulled back. “Not yet. It took a while,” she said.

Then the other nipple, the same thing, teasing my lips with it, barely touching them. My wife, doing this with a complete stranger.

“I enjoyed every second,” she said.

“Unzip me,” she asked, then explained, “obviously he didn’t have anything to unzip, just the little knot behind my neck, but we can pretend that much.”

I did. Then pushed her skirt down, along with her wet panties at the same time because he wouldn’t have had panties to push down either. They had already been torn off her.

Once naked, Addie backed away a foot or so and began to gyrate and dance, turning around and pretending shyness. A little over a month earlier, her shyness wasn’t pretended. It was real.

Then she danced closer until sitting on my lap teasing my lips with her nipple again. This time, though, she didn’t back away when I opened my lips and took one in my mouth. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me tight to her, groaning as she did so.

“I knew I couldn’t come, but it was so hard. He was so good.” She ground her breast into my mouth. Then she backed away and pushed my shirt off, running her hands all over my chest, shoulders, and back. “His muscles were so hard, so sexy.” She pushed my pants down and sat back down on my lap, pressing my cock between my stomach and her pelvis, grinding herself into me and kissed me, hard. “I wanted him inside me so bad.”

Then she pulled my lips back down to her breast again, continuing to grind her pelvis on my cock and groaned, “So bad, I wanted him.”

Next thing I knew, she was on her knees in front of me and I was spurting cum down her throat. After I’d finished and pulled my limp cock from her mouth, she looked up at me, a little bit of cum still on her lips and said, “I wanted him in my cunt, not in my mouth.”

Still looking at me, she said, “I’ve already had fantasies of him, how it could have been different, wanting him.” She closed her eyes, shivering, “Feeling his lips on me, on my breasts, kissing me.” She went on, so softly, “His cock inside me, so deep inside me…”

I couldn't believe that what she was saying was making me hard so soon all over again! She had painted a word picture that was so vivid. She raised herself up off of me and sliding down my stomach, impaled my cock inside her. She was so warm… and slippery wet. I started convulsing almost the instant I was inside her, and Shanice; I knew Adriana was back there again, in that room; she pulled my body tight to her and she shuddered, her release violent, like she’d wanted in that room with Samuel.

When I could think again and breathe, all I could think to say was, “Maybe next time.”