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Marie still had sex with her brother from time to time but as he lived several hours drive from us, these events were few and far between. I had made sure she was addicted to sex with him and the taboo of having her brother as a secret lover was not lost on either me or her. She would often disappear to the bathroom and have phone sex with him but occasionally they would meet up when they thought I was away on business. After some research online, I found I was able to hack her phone and some fumbling around, managed to install a patch on her phone where i could get access any time I wanted to read her messages and chatlogs, have access to her photos, listen in to their conversations, get a location of where the phone was, and even activate her phone’s microphone. I loved being able to eavesdrop on her and know where she was, and what she was doing at any point in time. In one conversation it turned out that Mick was proud of the fact that he had impregnated her and intended to keep her that way in the future.

I decided to put into action my next plan.

It was a Wednesday evening and we were sitting together on the sofa watching a movie together. Marie was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants. I decided now was the time and leaned over and whispered in her ear “Marie, sleepytime”. Marie’s eyes closed, once again she went off to her dark place and was receptive to my voice.

“Marie, can you hear me?” I asked her.

“yes”

“what’s your name?”

“I’m your wife, I’m Marie”

“That’s right, Marie”

“So, you trust your husband, Marie?”

“yes, of course”

“Good, it’s important to be able to trust me”

“and where are you right now Marie?”

“I’m home”

“Home is a safe place to be, nothing bad happens to you here does it Marie?”

“Yes, home is a safe place to be”

“So you’re in a safe place, alone with your husband, so you feel perfectly safe don't you Marie?”

“Yes”

“Tell me how you feel”

“I feel perfectly safe because I am at home with my husband”

Satisfied that she was in the right state, I moved the dialog on, sliding my hand insider her jog pants and panties, and started to massage her clit.

“How do you feel, Marie?”

“Horny”, she responded, my fingers already to feel her wetness forming.

“Marie, are you happy to be pregnant by your brother?”

“Yes, very happy”

“Does your husband know it’s your brother’s child?”

“No”

“Why doesn’t he know?”

“It’s a secret”

“Is secret sex exciting to you?”

“Yes, very”

“Are you in love with your brother?”

“Yes”

I still had concerns about that, but I figured I would let it run and fix that later if the need arose.

“If he wants you to have more babies, would you let him?”

“Yes”

“how do you feel about your husband?”

“I love him very much too”

“do you like when your brother fucks you?”

“yes, its wonderful”

“Why do you like having secret sex with your brother?”

“It’s exciting”

“How does his cock feel when he’s inside you?”

“Big, he makes me feel so full”

“Do you like big cocks Marie?”

“Yes”

“do you like when your brother makes you do dirty things like pee your panties for him?”

“yes, I will do anything for him”

“good girl”

“Do you ever let your husband see you pee”

“No”

“Why not?”

“He would think I am weird”

“So, this is just something special for your brother?”

“Yes”

“Do the guys at work still look at your tits?”

“Yes”

“How does it make you feel when guys look at your tits?”

“Excited”

“Do you ever have sex with the guys from work?”

“No”

“Why don’t you have sex with the guys from work?”

“Because it would be wrong”

“Now pay attention Marie, everything I tell you is going to be true to you, you are going to remember what I tell you as if it is fact”

“ok”

“You’re in a dark place, but you feel relaxed, comfortable, and dreamlike place, you feel safe because you’re with your husband”

“When you are in this dark place, you are going to accept everything I tell you as truth and this will replace any memories you already have about this… do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Good girl”

“From now on, you will no longer refuse when the guys from work want to touch you, in fact you will welcome it and enjoy it”

“What will you do when the guys at work want to touch you?”

“I will let them and enjoy it”

“Yes, good girl Marie”

“and whenever any of them want to have sex with you, you will let them because you will enjoy the feeling of their cocks inside you”

“What will you do, when a guy from work wants to have sex with you?”

“I will let him”

“Yes, Marie, good girl”

“You will enjoy giving them blow jobs, or fuck your pussy or ass”

“What will you let them do?”

“I will let them do anything”

“Yes, Marie, right, anything, good girl”

“you will want to feel their cum inside you, so you will ask them to not wear condoms”

“What will you do when a guy wants to fuck you?”

“I will want him to cum inside me”

“yes Marie, very good”

“Now, when you come home afterwards, you will tell your husband you’ve had sex and let him examine your pussy and your panties”

“what will you do whenever a guy from work has fucked you?”

“tell my husband and let him check my pussy”

“Yes, good”

“Now, listen very carefully”

“on Friday night, I will be away, you will think I am away on business”

“Where will I be on Friday night?”

“Away on business”

“Right, and I will not return until the next day”

“On Friday, you will feel particularly horny and even if you’ve been fucked during the day, you will be hungry to be fucked by the evening”

“How will you feel on Friday night?”

“Horny”

“You will find that you want to get dressed and up wear that sexy red cocktail dress, the one with the low-cut back”

“You will get dressed up and take a cab to a bar called Sam’s Place”

Sam’s Place was a dive and had a reputation as a pickup joint for horny housewives on the hunt for well-endowed black guys, looking for fresh white meat”

“I want you to allow yourself to get picked up by a black guy”

“You will find that only a big black cock will satisfy your need”

“so, tell me what are you going to do on Friday night Marie?”

“I am going to get dressed up and go to a bar called Sam’s Place”

“and?” I pressed for more confirmation to be sure she understood everything.

“I’m going to pick up a black guy”

“right, good”

“This is important, so listen carefully Marie”

“You might think you see me there, but you won’t recognize me, you will know I am away”

“What will you do if you think you see me”

“Know you are away and ignore you”

“Yes, good”

“Once you get picked up, you will invite the guy home to our house and you will spend the night fucking him”

“What will you do, Marie?”

“I will bring him home and fuck him”

“Good girl Marie”

“and if he has friends there you will invite them too and let them all fuck you”

“what will you do Marie?”

“Let his friends fuck me too”

“good girl. Marie”

“You will make sure they leave before your husband returns, but you will not shower and will want your husband to show your husband how well you have been fucked”

“You will remain naked until your husband returns”

“What will you do?”

“Remain naked and let my husband see I have been fucked”

“Yes”

“and you will get their numbers so you can see them again another time”

“Yes”

“You will find you are addicted to large black cocks and will want to be fucked by one any time your husband is away and you can’t be fucked by your brother”

“How will you feel about getting fucked by a black guy”

“I will want to be fucked more often”

“Now I am going to count down from 3 and when I do, you will fall into a deep sleep

Marie was going to be turned into a total cock whore and I loved it. No longer worried about her getting pregnant, the perverted beast in my cock was going to get her fucked by as many guys as I could. Long gone were the days of the demure, conservative wife, I had the control to make her have sex with anyone and I fully intended to use that.

Friday arrived and I headed out to work as normal, making sure to activate the cameras I had strategically placed around the home. Since her last weekend alone with her brother I had also installed additional cameras, including one in the entrance hall and one in the laundry room to make sure I had everywhere covered.

I headed to work but left early and headed to a nearby restaurant to grab a bite to eat as my last exploit had resulted on me living on snacks and I knew this was going to be a long night. After eating, I headed to my favourite motel. The guest clerk checked me in and I drove over to my room. After settling in, I set up my laptop and ran a check to make sure I could connect to the cameras; home was empty.

I waited quite some time for Marie to return home, she was running late and didn’t arrive home until 7pm. Usually, she would have been home by around 6pm. She went straight to up to our bedroom and dumped her purse on a chair before peeling her sweater off over her head and discarding it on the bed. Her tits looked wonderful both in and out of the sweater and I couldn’t help but wonder whether any of the guys at her work and got lucky today. Thinking about it, I would have loved to check her pussy but I would have to leave that to another day.

She unhooked the side of her skirt and lowered the zipper, stepping out of it as it slid to the floor. She hooked her hands in her pantyhose and panties and slide them over her hips and down her legs, sitting on the edge of the bed to tug them off her feet. Holding them clutched in her hand, she stood up, grabbed the sweater and carried it with her into the bathroom where she dropped them in the laundry basket. Marie turned to the shower and started running the water, stepping in after it got warm, letting the water cascade over her body as she lathered it in shower gel. I always enjoyed watching her shower, but this time, alone, was more fascinating. She took the shower head and slid the little lever to pulse, causing the stream of water to be more focused and intense, before standing with her legs apart and aiming it up at her pussy, her spare hand holding her pussy lips open.

Once she had finished showering, she dried off and went through to the bedroom, I switched cameras in time to see her lay down naked on the bed. She picked up her phone and dialled someone. I switched over to my tracking software and saw that she was calling her brother, Mick. I switched back to the video stream and saw they had started chatting. Marie lowered her hand, sliding it down her body between her legs, her fingers working on her clitoris and sliding inside her pussy. I thought to eavesdrop on the call but by focusing on watching Marie on the video, I could only hear one side of the conversation that I picked up from the audio stream of the video camera.

“Hello my love, how was your day today?”, Marie was using her sweet, loving voice

“Mine?, oh it was fun, I’ll tell you about it later”

“I’m so horny today”

“Haha, yes I do, I seem to be horny every day, but you like me horny”

“Pat?, he’s ok too… tonight he’s out of town”

“No, I don’t think he suspects anything”

“Yeah we’ve just got to be careful”

“No, I think I’ve convinced him that it’s his… I should say he or she is his”

“Of course I’m happy, I have a little piece of you growing inside me”

“Will you be happy being a daddy-uncle?”

“Me?, I’m on the bed playing with myself, thinking about your delicious cock”

“I miss it being inside me”

“Yeah, shame you can’t come over”

Marie was frantically rubbed and finger-fucking herself and started to whimper softly over the phone, her pussy-lips noticeably glistening. Her hips started to move involuntarily, bucking in unison with the movements of her hand, driving her fingers deeper.

“lol you perv”

“ok, since you insist”

Marie stretched her arm out and reached for her panty drawer, opening it and grabbing the first pair she could touch; a pair of white satin briefs. She slid them on and pulled them up over her hips, her hand returning to play more with her pussy inside her panties. With her other hand she used the phone to snap a picture, before sending it.

“There! satisfied now, you perv?”

I noticed the crotch of her panties started to dampen from her juices as Marie drove her fingers in and out faster into her now sopping wet pussy. She fell silent for a few moments, aside from whimpering but suddenly her stomach muscles clenched, her body bucked, and she cried out, as her much needed orgasm swept over her. She lay there panting, finally able to speak again.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Haha, I knew you would, you perv, but I love you”

“Ok honey, I better get going”

“Going out to meet some friends”

“ok babe, take care, call you tomorrow”

Marie disconnected the call and looked at the time. “Shit!” she exclaimed, talking to herself and rolled off the bed.

She grabbed a pair of dark colored hold-up stockings from her undy drawer and slid them onto her legs. She then went to the closet and pulled the hanger out with her red cocktail dress. The dress was a favorite of mine, knee length, a halter-neck style with a cleavage revealing neckline and a deeply exposed back that went down almost to her butt. The dress was made from a slinky fabric that clung to her body, a low plunging neckline. The slinky fabric had a soft sheen and clung to her body in a way that accentuated her curves. The way it clung to her breasts, I could clearly make out their firm shape and the small mounds of her nipples. She applied some subtle eye shadow and rouge to her cheeks, ***********ing and applying a lipstick that really complemented her dress. After her makeup, she browsed through her jewellery and picked out a pair of gold dangly earrings, inserting the pin through her piercings, her other hand fiddling at the other side of her lobes to latch them in place. Finally, she donned a pair of black heels with thin red straps from the closet and was done. She looked stunning and any man would have been a fool not to want to hit on her, married or not.

I decided it was time for me to head out as I wanted to get to Sam’s Place, before her. I closed my laptop down and headed out. A text message on my phone from the spy software confirmed that Marie had called a cab company.

Arriving at the bar, I parked up, choosing a place round the back to avoid the possibility of Marie recognizing my car by accident. I entered the bar and looked around for a secluded spot. It was earlyish, so I was lucky enough to find a small table in the back corner that afforded me a reasonable view of both the bar and other areas. Sam’s Place was well known and quite popular. It wasn’t in the best part of town, a remnant of days long gone in an area that was going through a gradual process of gentrification, sporting renovated lofts, a few fashionably vegan bistros, intermixed among several fairly grungy cafes. Decorated in dark woods, dimly lit for privacy, with a small dance floor located towards the back. The speakers were currently covered, along with an empty DJ booth. Sam’s was known for having regular hip-hop events on weekends and Friday night seemed a reasonable day for one. I imagined that the DJ would be in later. The bar was not busy yet, the clientele quite mixed. A couple of businessmen were casually chatting while finishing up a platter of what looked like ribs, at one table. A group of 3 younger black guys, I estimated to be in their early 20’s, were hanging out ear an old-fashioned juke box, pants hung half-way down their asses. I always did think that was a strange style to adopt, but that was clearly their preference. One of the guys from the group was flicking his way through the menu of music choices, ***********ing one, the beat from the speakers dotted around the bar, started up, rhythmical but a bit too loud for my preference; I filtered it out and tried to accept my fate, knowing that I would likely be here for some time. Over on the other side a few other young guys were playing pool. A young black guy, wearing a black pants and a white shirt was serving at the bar. All in all, it was a typical bar.

A server approached my table and introduced herself in a robotic, somewhat disinterested demeanor, accompanied by a disingenuous fake smile. The server was an older woman, I guessed in her 60’s, slightly plumper, stringy, died blonde hair, fastened in a bun. I ordered a whisky and dismissed her. I had already eaten and declined her offer of the menu. She was clearly disenchanted with me in that she wasn’t going to be getting a large tip from me tonight. The server retuned a few minutes later, placing my drink on the table and offered me the check. I told her to keep the tab open.

A moment later, Marie walked through the door. No one, except for me of course, paid attention to her, despite what I considered to be her great looks. If I had been young and single, I would definitely have decided to try my luck with her. She stood in the doorway a few seconds, orienting herself to the place, before heading over to the bar and taking a stool. She kept her legs closed, hooking her heels over a metal hoop that the stool had a few inches above the floor. A slit in the side of her dress had allowed the lower part of her dress to hang down, and from the way she was sitting, clearly revealed part of her upper thigh, her pale skin contrasting with the red fabric. Her left hand was clearly adorned with her wedding and engagement rings, glinting from some of the bar’s lights.

The barman approached her and traded a few words with her that I couldn’t quite make out, but I presumed it to be a routine exchange of greetings. Moments later the barman poured a glass of white wine and placed it on a flimsy coaster in front of her. She took a sip and turned slightly to the side, gazing nonchalantly around, taking in the scene in much a similar way that I had just done. Her eyes looked in my direction and for a moment I thought that I caught a glimmer of recognition in her face, but her attention didn’t linger and passed on to take in the rest of the scene. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Impulsively, I decided to test the waters and taking my glass with me, caught the attention of the waitress, who immediately scurried over to me, worried that i was planning on leaving without settling the check.

“Can I help you?” she offered, in a somewhat agitated tone of voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving just yet”

I took a 20 from my pocket and offered it to her.

“I’ll probably head back to my table in a few minutes, just keep it open for me will you?”

She beamed and willingly accepted the bill, her smile indicated that she had instantly reappraised me as a potentially worthy cause for earning a tip.

“Sure, no problem… let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you” she added.

I moved over to the bar and took the stool in front of my wife.

“Hi, how are you tonight? my names Blake”, I said, holding out my hand

“Mind if I join you?”

She looked at me dismissively, ignoring my request for whether I could join her or not and never enlightened me about her name.

I took a stool anyway, determined to test her further and continued my conversation with her.

“I must say that dress looks stunning on you”

“Thank you” was all I got back in return.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Yes, I’m waiting for a friend, he’s just not arrived yet” she responded.

“Look, no offence… I’m not looking for anything, so if you don’t mind, I’d rather be left alone”

She clearly was not interested and was doing a good job of rebutting me.

“well it was nice to meet you anyway”

“Have a good evening”

“You too” she responded politely.

I stepped down from the stool and returned to my table. The server scurried over to me.

“Better luck next time” she winked at me, “we get a lot of that kind in here, husband’s usually away and they’re looking for a bit of action if you know what I mean” she added unnecessarily, “Mind, I don’t blame you for trying, she’s well above average for this place”.

I nodded politely and ordered another drink to dissuade her from continuing further with her line of conversation.

Marie remained at the bar, sipping away at her drink and idly playing with her phone. My own phone buzzed with a message from her.

“How’s your trip going, honey?” it read

“How was your day?” I responded

“Usual boring work” came the reply

“What are you doing this evening, got plans?” I asked, feigning innocence of what she was doing

“Not much, thinking of watching a movie on tv”

I grinned, she was so lying, but I loved that I had unleashed her so that in her mind she was planning to have sex secretly with some lucky guy behind my back.

Around that time a tall, older black guy entered the bar. I gauged he was maybe around 55, significantly older than Marie. He was well built, a huge frame, standing a good 6’6” but athletically proportioned and extremely muscular. He was dressed in a pair of smart black pants, a crisp, white polo shirt, and expensive looking shoes. He was immaculately groomed, tightly curled black hair, slightly greying at the edges, cut short and neatly trimmed. On his fingers were several gold rings and although in his hand he carried what appeared to be an upmarket phone, he sported an expensive looking watch on his wrist. His posture and smile exuded an air of entitlement and self-confidence. Clearly, he was not characteristic of the type of people who frequented this bar, but evidently was well known.

“Evening Jake” came a voice from behind the bar, “usual?”

“The man nodded, but his attention was taken by my wife, his gaze clearly weighing her up.

He moved over and took a stool at the bar, the very same stool where moments earlier I had tried in vein to pick my wife up.

“Sorry honey, the movie is starting, got to go… love you” the message buzzed on my phone.

“Love you too, enjoy the movie” I responded

I watched as Marie tucked her phone into her handbag and placed it on the floor in front of her between the stool and the bar. I was in no doubt that Marie had also noticed this guy. She straightened up her posture, shuffled on the stool, and took a sip from her wine glass.

The barman placed a martini, which he took and sipped, before turning to engage Marie in conversation. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but in contrast to my earlier experience, he extended a fairly large hand and Marie willingly responded, extending her own to shake it. Hers looked small by comparison.

The conversation continued for some time, Marie nervously sipping at her wine, adopting a subtly flirtish look, frequently flashing a happy smile, and occasionally laughing politely. I always enjoyed that expression; she was a master at being subtly flirty without being overt.

Their conversation continued in private, but he was clearly interested in Marie and was clearly interested in him. He signaled to the barman who promptly delivered two more glasses of drink. He picked up his own drink and then the glass of white wine and handed it to Marie, who took it appreciatively, chinking her glass against his. I noticed that instead of putting his hand back at his own side, he rested it on the inside of Marie’s stocking-covered knee.

Another man, a black guy seemingly in his 30’s, dressed in uniform oversized baggy pants and hoodie, his head adorned with a peaked baseball cap emblazoned with large letters, entered the bar. The barman greeted him as the guy made his way over to the small stage and busied himself removing the covers from the speakers and DJ booth. Moments later, the booth and stage illuminated, and the DJ started up his intro dialogue.

I turned my attention back to Marie,

They were still chatting away and undoubtedly flirting with each other. The man’s hand was by now stroking the inside of Marie’s thigh and I noticed that her legs had parted slightly. He ordered another round of drinks, this time inviting Marie to join him with a glass of martini. She put her now empty wine glass down and accepted the drink, taking the cocktail stick in her other fingers before putting the requisite olive to her lips and slowly sucking it off.

His hand continued to stroke her leg and had worked its way slighting further up her thigh. Marie’s face had flushed a little.

The first R&B song started up from the DJ’s speakers, making it harder to continue subtle conversation, so the man stood up and offered his outstretched hand to Marie. He made it look so easy to pick her up. She accepted his hand and he led her to the dance floor. The DJ was playing Dilemma, a song by Nelly. There was evidently no casual, separate dancing planned, the man pulled her straight into a close dance and Marie willingly embraced him, throwing her arms around his neck. The man’s hands around her grabbed her butt, squeezing her butt and pulled her closer. He raised one hand to the small of her exposed back and gently stroked it as they swayed to the music.

Marie’s petite frame was dwarfed by the man’s, despite her wearing heels. They danced their way through several more songs, before the DJ slowed it down a bit and played Boyz II Men’s “I will make love to you”. He bent his head, almost ducking down, and kissed her deeply. Marie had to tilt her head upwards and stand on tiptoes to kiss him. One hand on her ass pulled her hips tightly to him and she was squirming against it as they moved, the other still circling on the small of her back, slid further down inside the back of her dress. I knew this would be getting Marie horny, if not already.

The young lads who had been congregated around the jukebox were looking in Marie’s direction watching her, with a lustful look in their eyes, no doubt wishing they had taken the initiative to chat her up.

My phone buzzed, I looked down and noticed that the spy software installed on Marie’s phone had detected an incoming SMS message and had forwarded it to me. It read “thanks for the great sex this afternoon, I knew you were a hot wife, next time don’t make me wait so long, Love, Bob”. I grinned, satisfied that Marie had obviously had sex with one of her colleagues before coming home.

The guy dancing with Marie was still locked in a kiss with her, their tongues working frantically together. His hand was well down inside the back of her dress and from the look of it was already inside her panties, squeezing the flesh of her ass. Marie still had her hands around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. Neither of them seemed to care what other people in the dimly lit bar saw or said. He suddenly reached into his pocket with one hand, taking something out he popped a small round colored pill into his mouth and kissed her deeply again. His tongue went back into her mouth and I could swear he had just fed her an ecstasy pill. She danced close and lowered a hand to between their tightly coupled bodies; she appeared to be rubbing his cock through his pants.

The man danced with her through several more songs, continuing to kiss her and squeeze er ass. After about 10 minutes or so, he broke from the kiss and whispered something into her ear, Marie nodded in agreement to something that I wasn’t privy to and he led her by the hand towards the back door. She pulled back and they headed towards the bar so she could retrieve her handbag and headed out the back. Fearing that they were about to leave, I left another 20 to cover my check and slipped out the front door, circling around the back to my car. I climbed in, closing the door quietly and dimmed the interior light. I scanned the other cars in the parking lot for any signs of where they would be. Strangely, the were nowhere to be seen but I was dam certain they couldn’t have already left so quickly. I peered into the darkness and as my eyes adjusted, I located them off to the side of the back door in front of a large container, which I presumed the bar used for storage. There was a subdued glow, emanating from a single naked low-wattage bulb over the back door. They were locked in an intensely passionate kiss, one of the guy’s hands was inside the top of Marie’s dress, fondling one of her tits, which he dragged past the loose fabric and exposed it to the open air, he bent and sucked on her nipple. His other hand was up her skirt, rapidly finger fucking her. Marie leaned back against the doors of the container, her hands on top of his head, holding him to her breast, her wedding bands still discernible in the subdued light. The hand that had been fondling her breast reached around her neck and deftly untied the knot holding the halter top up. It slipped down, first coming to rest on her chest before sliding down to her waist, exposing both her tits. The idea of Marie being exposed and having sex in public quite turned me on and Marie seemed to be in rapture; her legs buckling slightly as she came. He seemed to take this as a cue, and withdrew his fingers from her pussy, placing both hands on her shoulders, encouraging her to kneel on the dirty floor, which she obligingly did. There she was, topless, her tits exposed to the world, kneeling in front of him.

She reached out for his pants, unfastening his zipper and reached inside, fumbling around until she was able to extricate his cock from inside his pants and underwear. His cock was indeed impressive, even in the subdued lighting, I could make out his dark shaft. It was long, very long, I guessed it was around 10inches, at least, and as thick as a soda can. The head was notable for its bulbous shape. I figured that, once fully erect, there was no way Marie would be able to fit that inside her. She stared at it, her eyes wide, and grasped it with both hands as she was unable to go completely around his shaft with just one hand and started to pump him. She gingerly kissed and licked the tip and tentatively tried to get her mouth around it as it swelled further in her hands. I watched in amazement as she opened wide and managed to somehow get the head in. She closed and sucked on it, still stroking his shaft with both hands. He held her head with both hands and managed to squeeze a little of the shaft in. Marie’s jaws were wide open as far as they could conceivably go and couldn’t imaging that they weren’t already starting to ache.

The guy held her head more firmly and pushed again, inching in still further causing Marie to start to gag. Despite all that, she worked frantically on his cock using her mouth and hands. It would have been a sight to behold even for a porn movie and with a cock the size of his, I am surprised he wasn’t already a superstar. Perhaps he was.

She pulled off, trying to catch her breath and continued pumping. I lowered my zipper and started to masturbate myself, enjoying the relative privacy of at least being inside my car. I wanted to go up to him and tell him that he needed to be gentle with my wife, but discretion was the better part of valor and I decided against it, compelled by my own urgency for release, my cock overruled my brain. I was enjoying her public exhibitionism way too much and watching her try to play with his monstrous cock was an incredible turn-on. She continued alternating between pumping him with her hands and sucking the tip; she could only have him in her mouth for a few minutes before needing to relax her jaw muscles.

She had only just put him back in her mouth when he clasped her head and held her tightly, unexpectedly releasing his cum, without warning, and catching her off guard. He erupted into her mouth and throat. He must have produced gallons as a substantial volume escaped out the corners of her lips, because she was gagging and coughing, running down her chin and dripping onto her swaying breasts. It seemed like he just kept cumming and cumming.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and came, squirting cum over the dashboard and steering wheel. I grabbed a cloth from the glove compartment and tried to wipe it up as best I could in whatever time I had available.

She continued to suck him as he partially deflated, cleaning his cock for him, licking it and smiling up at him. Marie said something indecipherable to him from this distance and he seemed to accept, nodding and grabbing her by the hand pulled her to her feet, the top of her dress still hanging loose around her waist. Her breasts jiggled from the movement.

Without giving her time to put her dress back in place, he led her assertively around towards the front of the bar, presumably to where he had a car. As they disappeared around the side of the building, I started my engine and eased the car forwards out of the parking bay. By the time I reached the front parking lot, I saw Marie climbing in the passenger side of a Maserati. The guy was holding the door for her, likely not out of being a gentleman, or he wouldn’t have led her there half naked, but instead just making sure she didn’t change her mind. Nice car, I thought to myself.

I pulled out and headed towards the hotel, watching in my rear-view mirror to make sure they were heading off in the direction of our home. They did.

I pulled up in front of my room and turned on my laptop. I was impatient and it seemed to take an eternity for the operating system to fire up and connect to the hidden cameras. The multi-cam screen popped up. The screens were dark, and I waited for Marie to arrive home with the guy. My mind started to stress, wondering whether they had headed off to some other location, but I tried to be patient.

Finally, the new hallway camera illuminated, and I saw Marie entering, still topless, her forearm trying to hold the front of her dress up over her boobs from any neighbor’s prying eyes, followed by her new lover. The view from the HD cameras I had installed was much clearer than the view of them under the dimly lit area near the storage container and I could make out the drying cum that was still streaked across her chin.

As the man closed the door, he grabbed her hand away from her breasts, the fabric once again collapsing in a heap around her waist. He dragged her in close to him, kissing her hard as his hands pushed down the rest of her dress over her hips; it slid down her legs to lay in a crumpled heap on the carpet. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him back, hungrily seeking out his tongue. The man hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and they too followed her dress, slipping down her legs to her ankles. Marie kicked off her heels and stepped out of them, leaving her totally naked aside from her stockings. She was so petite compared to this hulk of a guy.

The man took her by the hand and led her quickly up the stairs. The bedroom cameras illuminated as their motion detection picked up the opening of the door. Marie reached out and switched the light on. I quickly ***********ed a different screen, providing a clear overhead view of the bed. He literally threw her onto her back on the bed and proceeded to dive between her legs, his mouth up against her pussy. He licked at her, sucking at her clitoris and pressing his tongue inside her. Marie clamped his head with her knees and placed both hands on his head in an attempt to hold him there.

She started shouting, “Fuck yeah, there, oh my god, so good, so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop”. It was apparent that the guy had no intention of stopping and worked feverishly at her pussy and clit. Marie was writhing around, her head rocking from side to side, squirting as she came. The guy paid no attention to her orgasm or the bodily fluids that sprayed his face, instead drove his tongue deep into her.

“Stop! oh my god, no, stop, I can’t take more, too sensitive”

Her words were lost on him and he continued as if trying to overload her sensitivity.

Marie crashed into another orgasm and then another, the guy expertly working his tongue and lips to bring her closer to a total overload of her senses. Whatever drug he had slipped into her mouth seemed to have caused the sensitive nerves of her pussy to go into overdrive.

Satisfied with his handiwork, the guy stood up, leaving Marie as a rambling mess, flat out on the bed. He stood, unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off he tossed it into the nearby chair, kicked off his shoes, and a few moments later turned to neatly hang his pants over the back of the chair. He was strong and muscular, the body of a highly toned athlete. He was all meat and not an ounce of fat, despite his age. He dropped his boxers and his erection sprang free. In the clear view of the camera, his cock was even more impressive than I had first seen behind the bar. He was uncircumcised and the shaft was a dark tone, darker than the rest of his body, and so thick and extremely long, almost as if he had a python between his legs. I was sure he could devour a small animal if one was unlucky enough to pass by at that moment in time. The surface skin of his shaft was rippled with thick veins. He reached over and grabbed at Marie, pulling her into a sitting position on the end of the bed. Offering the tip of his cock to her, despite her somewhat distracted state of mind, she dutifully took it in her lips, opening her mouth as wide as possible to take it in.

“Suck it, ho”

Marie gagged as he pushed the head to the back of her throat, her cheeks bulging. She seemed to be trying to suck on it, but there was little room left inside her mouth. He grabbed at her head and pulled her to him hard, causing her to gag and splutter more. She was salivating and a trickle of saliva was seeping out of her mouth. The guy pulled her head and pushed with his hips in an unrelenting way, pulling back slightly before pushing in further. Marie was protesting, clearly unable to take this enormous cock in any further, but he didn’t care, instead pushing even harder with his hips. His fingers wrapped her hair around them, and he used that grip to stop her from pulling her head back. He was alone in the privacy of her house and there was no one to stop him. He pushed again, and I saw Marie’s throat expand as his cock finally forced its way past her tongue into her esophagus. Marie was desperate for breath and was physically, but futilely beating against him, her voice muffled, lost in gurgles and choking. I felt sorry for her, but incredibly turned on to see her taking his massive cock in her throat. He pushed further and suddenly held her tight, unloading his balls directly into her throat.

He held his cock in her throat for a few moments more. Finally, almost as if Marie was on the brink of passing out, he pulled out, pushing Marie coarsely onto her back again, leaving her struggling and gasping for air, saliva running from her mouth. His cock was coated in saliva. She looked dazed, her mouth aimlessly opening and closing like a goldfish.

For some reason he was not getting any softer. He certainly appeared to have more stamina and recovery ability for his age than I expected. I wondered if he was taking drugs or some special to enable him to keep recovering as he did, or whether it was his physique, or just plain, natural ability. I could tell that Marie was exhausted, her complexion pale, her body trembling. She looked dazed.

He grabbed Marie by the ankles and dragged her down to the end of the bed so that her ass was half on, half off, and rubbing his cock back to life, he stood between her legs, and guided the head to her pussy. He pushed forward, attempting to get the head inside.

“nooooo” moaned Marie, “too big, too big, it won’t fit”

She struggled to resist, fear now evidently clear in her expression, raising her feet to place them on his chest and push him back. The guy laughed at the futility of her efforts and parted her legs wider. He pushed forwards, her pussy stretched to an extent I didn’t know she was yet capable of. I rationalized that clearly babies come out of there, so that’s got to fit going in there. I was horny as hell watching this brute of a guy, treating my wife like a cheap whore. She screamed as the head of his cock stretched her opening beyond her normal limits. Even her brother was no match either in length or girth for this black guy.

She tried scrambling away, twisting to the left and then to the right, but his big hands held her legs firmly in place. He backed his hips away slightly and then lunged forwards, driving his cock at least 6 inches into her. Marie shrieked, tears were flooding down her cheeks, but he held her steady, just keeping his cock inside her, waiting for her walls to naturally relax and expand. He pulled his hips back again, still remaining inside her and then thrust forwards hard. His shaft disappeared another few inches inside her.

“you were begging for it, and now you’re gonna get it, bitch”

“you bitches are all the same, fantasize about big black cocks, but the moment you get one, you start crying for your momma”

He held her legs wide, and started to pound Marie’s poor overstretched pussy. I was hard as hell watching her being forced to take this guy’s cock, powerless to do anything to help even if I wanted to. He sunk a few inches deeper. Again, Marie screamed, her face contorted, the pain must have been intense for her to react like that. The guy relentlessly pounded her, pulling out before thrusting back in with vigor. He continued this for several more minutes and eventually was bottoming out inside her, his huge balls slapping against her ass. Marie started quivering, the guy was forcing an orgasm from her body. This motivated him to pick up the pace and he started to ram her mercilessly. Marie’s head was rocking from side to side, voiceless, but her body was responding. She crashed from one orgasm to another, squirting all over the guy and the bedding.

He was pistoning his massive cock in and out of her poor pussy at speed, sweat making a sheen over his muscular upper body. Marie too was sweating profusely, her hair matted against her face. I couldn’t imagine how she was taking this man’s cock, I imagined she had been stretched beyond imagination. I wanked furiously, enjoying every moment, every fantasy I had could never have matched the reality of what was unfolding before me. Marie’s hands were now holding his forearms, lovingly stroking them.

“fuck me, oh god, fuck me” she wailed, as yet another orgasm overwhelmed her body. Her abdomen was spasming, her legs trembling. I was prepared this time and emptied my balls into a handful of tissues. I was shaking.

The man grunted, making a final thrust before his muscles shuddered, holding deep inside her, her erupted, flooding her depths. Marie cried out, no longer from the pain, but seemingly from euphoric ecstasy.

The guy released her ankles and collapsed over her, supporting his weight on his arms but remained inside her. After 5 minutes or so, he seemed to have deflated some and climbed off her. Marie was still twitching.

As he slid out of her pussy, and stepped away, he left her laying on her back almost comatose, her pussy gaping wide open, a pool of creamy white cum formed inside, leaking from her and trickling onto the already wet bedding. She passed out.

I watched as the man wiped his cock and started to look around the room. He went over to the chair and removed his phone from his pocket. He pointed the camera at Marie and snapped several pictures, taking a close up of her gaping pussy that was holding his reservoir of cum.

He looked around the room, searching for something. He opened her undies draw and held up some ***********ed pairs of panties, chuckling, before tossing them loosely back in the drawer.

Catching me by surprise he stepped out the bedroom and walked naked down the stairs. On reaching the hallway he picked up her discarded dress and wiped off a dribble of cum that was about to drip from his cock. This guy clearly had no respect for other people.

He then proceeded to pick up Marie’s handbag and removed her phone, taking out her driver ID, he snapped a picture using his phone and put it back, tossing the bag to the floor. He noticed another much plainer bag on the hallway table and opened it. He rummaged through the content and withdrew her work ID and took a picture of that. I wasn’t sure what he was getting up to, but I knew it wasn’t with good intent.

He wandered into the living room and took a picture of Marie and I together.

“hello husband, I just fucked your wife and wrecked her pussy, you’re going to be useless to her from now on”.

He sneered and put the photo back where it belonged.

Wandering into the kitchen, I watched with an uneasy feeling as he opened the fridge door and took a long swig from a gallon container of milk. Again, he put it back and closed the fridge door.

Satisfied, the guy went back through the living room, up the stairs and entered the bedroom. Marie was still passed out, naked on the bed. He took her phone and held it in front of her face, unlocking it. He flicked through her pictures and messages.

“Aren’t you just the naughty little wifey” he said rhetorically, “taking pictures of yourself playing inside your panties”. He laughed.

He turned his attention to her messages, his attention suddenly caught by one thread.

“So, you’re fucking your brother, you horny bitch”

He pointed his phone at the screen and snapped a picture of the message thread. Next, he opened up the contact list and took various pictures of them as he scrolled through. Finally, he typed in his number and sent himself a test message. Now he had her number.

Turning on her camera, he took a picture of her sleeping naked form.

Closing the phone, he tossed it onto the bedside table.

He took his phone and dialed someone.

“hey”

“I got one, youngish too, good looking, still in her prime”

“Yes, she’ll do just fine”

“Yes, I went through her stuff, I got enough on her, she’ll be easy”

“Oh yeah, good idea, bring the stuff, I’ll text you the address”

“ok see you in about an hour, you’ll see my car in the driveway”

He disconnected the call and typed a text message, pressing send.

I was concerned, what the hell did he have planned for her.

Marie was still out of it, seemingly exhausted both physically and emotionally.

He went over to her bedside table and started to rummage through the drawer and seemed happy to find what he was looking for. He withdrew a tube of lubricant and a dildo. Squirting some of the lubricant onto his hand he smeared it the length of his cock, making sure to rub it over his bulbus head. He then turned to Marie’s dormant form and rolled her over face down. He then grabbed one of the pillows and tucked it under her hips, raising them slightly, before separating her legs. He ran a trickle of lubricant down the crack of her ass, before rubbing smearing it onto and around her exposed anus with his thumb, while using his index finger, curled underneath her to stimulate her clitoris. I knew what was coming and feared for her. At first, he started slowly, slipping his lube coated thumb inside her rosebud asshole to finger-fuck her, carefully adding to the lube on his thumb every time it pulled out, before sliding it back in, slowly expanding sphincter. Marie stirred and moaned softly, her hips moving slightly against the digit invading her ass.

Marie started to refocus on the world around her, turning her head to see who was invading her ass. She moaned again, wallowing in the sensations and arousal he was clearly inciting in her. The movements of his thumb became faster, simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. Marie started breathing heavily, whimpering and moaning, her hips moving to the heightened pleasure he was generating in her anus. His strokes became faster, the in-out pumping movement like a piston engine at full revs.

Marie’s body was unmistakably close to the edge again, her nerves and senses ignited by whatever he had forced into her mouth while dancing at the bar. Moments later she started to orgasm,

“oh my god, yes, yes, yes” she cried out

Her torso started bucking, her thighs trying helplessly to clamp his hand, which continued stroking in and out at a frantic pace. His long fingers slid inside her pussy, hooking up to where her g-spot was. From the overhead view I glimpsed her sphincter spasming around his invading thumb.

While still in the throws of what seemed to be a prolonged orgasm, he pulled his hand away, using both hands to spread her ass cheeks, he pressed his enormous cock against her opening and lunged forwards, the head immediately forcing her anus wide open.

Marie screamed. A long, pain-filled, ear-splitting scream gushed forth from her mouth, her face scrunched up in agony. I was amazed that her anus could be forced open so wide. He lunged again, forcing the head further in, a portion of his thick veiny shaft following into her passage. Marie screamed again, tears streaming from her eyes. She tried to claw herself away from the invading monster, her hands grasping at the bedding, but he deftly leaned forward and pinned her shoulders to the bed using his weight to hold her in place, her breasts forced flat against the mattress. He lunged again and more of his cock disappeared inside her. Marie’s screams appeared to be never ending, a torrent of frantic, panic-filled, emotionally intense, ear-splitting screams.

He was now buried deep into her guts, rhythmically sliding out and back in, forcing himself ever deeper, occasionally pausing to rotate his hips, readjusting her bowels to accommodate his cock. A final hard thrust and he was fully inside her. He started to seriously fuck her, with each backstroke, I could see thin streaks of blood glistening on his shaft but he paid no heed to this.

Despite the pain and injury being inflicted on my wife, the demon inside my cock demanded attention, becoming rock hard. In my wildest fantasies I could never have imagined that cock fitting inside her ass. I pumped it frantically with my hand.

Marie’s screaming had ceased, instead she seemed bewildered, moaning as he slowly but deliberately pulled almost completely out, before sliding it slowly back inside her, each time eliciting a soft whimper. He continued, endlessly sliding out and back in so his full length buried deep inside her bowels. Marie’s body betrayed her, trembling, bucking, her ass was rising to meet him.

An orgasm rippled through her, at first one, then another. The man picked up the pace, fucking her harder. He thrust inside faster, harder, eliciting one orgasm after the other, her former screams of pain evolved into continuous screams of orgasmic lust, draining her energy, the exertion of her orgasms exhausting her. Finally, he too erupted deep inside her bowels. He held himself there, buried inside her for several minutes, before sliding back out. His cock semi-hard. As he pulled completely away, his semi-erect cock dangled between his legs. Marie’s anus gaped open, twitching, spasming as if it had a mind of its own. Marie had again passed out, motionless on the bed apart from the now shallow rise and fall of her breathing. The pillow beneath her ass was soaked, stained dark with her juices; she had evidently squirted again at some point in her ordeal.

The guy moved to the other end of her body and turned her head to face him, forcing her mouth open with his fingers, he slid his messy semi-erect cock inside, and pumped her mouth a few times. She offered no resistance.

“Useless ho” he said out loud, frustrated that she was not conscious enough to force her to suck his cock clean. Instead, he withdrew from her, grabbed a pair of panties from her drawer, and proceeded to wipe his cock, tossing the soiled garment back in the drawer.

Marie’s ass had closed partially, but still gaped open slightly, the muscles presumably stretched beyond their ability would take time to return. A small trickle of blood was leaking out.

The front doorbell chimed

The man left the bedroom and I picked him back up on the entrance hall cam. He opened the door and an equally tall and well-built but much younger black guy, who I figured was in his early 20’s, stepped inside, immediately followed by a petite young blonde. She didn’t look any older than 18, if that. The girl was skinny, long blonde straight hair hung down her back, a white cut-off tank top that barely covered her small tits exposed a pierced navel, a short black mini skirt barely covered her ass. Strangely the girl’s blonde hair seemed to contrast strangely with her light coffee colored skin. The guys greeted each other warmly, Marie’s date for the night, giving the girl a hug.

“She’s up in the bedroom” he commented

“Did you bring the stuff?”

The new arrival held up a small backpack to show him.

“It’s all in here” the new guy responded.

The older guy led the way, followed by the new guy and the girl, who followed in silence up the stairs.

“Nice house” said the new guy

“Yeah” was the only reply he got

The bedroom cam captured when they entered, the new guy looked over and studied Marie’s naked body, laying face-down, prostrate on the bed.

“looks like you wore her out already”, the new guy joked

The young blonde moved over to the chair and took a seat, being careful to not sit on the shirt that had been thrown there. She busied herself with her phone.

Marie’s newfound lover took the backpack and rummaged through its contents, withdrawing two leather straps.

“Help me get these on her ankles” he said, handing one to the other guy,

Marie’s legs were dangling limply off the end of the bed. Each took one strap, grabbed a foot and fastened the strap tightly around each ankle, fastening the buckle tightly to lock the straps in place.

The older guy reached into the bag and took two lengths of cord, tying one end to each strap.

“roll her over” commanded the older guy.

The new guy went to the side of her and the two of them turned Marie’s body, face-up. Her eyes were closed, her body remaining limp and motionless, her mouth partly open. They dragged her by the legs until her butt was right at the end. The older guy stood between her legs, grabbing her ankles, he effortlessly lifted and separated her legs. The other guy grabbed a cord and tugged, pulling her leg back over her shoulder. He looped it around the headboard so that a short length protruded from the other side. He then went around the bed and grabbed the cord attached to the other ankle, similarly lifting Marie’s leg back over her shoulder. He fumbled with a fastener that was attached to the end of the cord and connected it to the remaining length of the first cord. A small length of the first cord protruded from the fastener. He tugged on it in a way similar to tightening a luggage strap and stretched her legs back still further, having the effect of raising her hips off the bed.

“Make yourself useful” said the older guy, reaching into the backpack and tossing a shaver and a can of foam to the girl. The girl looked at Marie’s open legs and got the message. She rose from the chair and kneeling on the floor between her legs, sprayed a dry foam onto Marie’s bush before working away at it using the shaver. Clumps of hair mixed with foam started to build up on the shaver. Looking around somewhat helplessly for something to wipe it on, she gave up and wiped it on the bedding.

Meanwhile, the older guy took two more straps out and the men busied themselves fastening them to Marie’s wrists. They two were tied around the headboard and tightly stretched out above her head.

The girl finished shaving Marie. Her pussy and ass were now completely bare. I’d never known Marie to shave her pussy, apart from keeping it trimmed and I found her new nakedness captivating. I looked at her pale skin, now slightly reddened, the exposed slit, the slightly darker pink lips, still puffy from the fucking she had received earlier. The young blonde girl lowered her head and couldn’t resist licking Marie’s exposed pussy, one hand got busy up her skirt, rubbing herself.

“Move out the way” commanded the older guy.

The girl looked disappointed but respectfully got up and took her place on the chair again. She lifted her skirt and continued to finger herself, her pussy also was completely naked. The girl was incredibly hot and well out of my league. In different circumstances I would have loved to fuck her and watched, fascinated as she openly fingered herself. Her nipples, unhindered by a bra, protruded as noticeable bumps on her tank top. She couldn’t have been any bigger than a B.

The older guy pulled a large metal speculum from the backpack and turned to insert it into Marie’s exposed pussy. It slid in easily and he proceeded to turn a small round nob, expanding it. It stretched her pussy wide open. He continued to turn the small nob until it could stretch no more. I switched camera position, ***********ing one hidden in a phone charger that was located on a small table next to the bed. I could no longer watch the blonde, but it gave me a clear view of Marie’s soft pink insides, which were now completely exposed. It resembled a gaping cavern with a shiny metal entrance. I heard the blonde starting to moan softly to herself.

The older guy then took a syringe and loaded it from a small vial before turning to examine Marie’s gaping cavity. He moved the needle into position and stuck it into her cervix. I had read that you could relax the cervix with medication, but I just presumed that it was a pill. The older guy pushed the plunger and whatever the medication was, the syringe emptied its contents into her cervix.

The sharp pain of the injection caused Marie to stir.

“What the fuck?” she shouted, noticing that there were now other people in the room.

She tried to move, to shift her position, to cover her nakedness but now realized she was bound by both arms and both legs. A string of profanities came from her mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing, you motherfucker?... let me go” Marie continued her torrent of abuse.

The older guy moved from between her legs and moving alongside her head, slapped her hard.

“Shut the fuck up”, he commanded, before reaching into her panty drawer, taking the soiled panties he’d wiped himself on before, balled them up, and shoved them roughly into Marie’s mouth. She continued to protest angrily, but her rant simply transformed into a muted mumbling.

He returned to his position between her legs and withdrew a sterile packet from the backpack. Peeling it open, he took out a long thin catheter with an equally small, limp, balloon like bubble on the end and fed the catheter into the entrance to her cervix.

I heard the blonde cry out as she finally reached orgasm. The young guy looked over in er direction and smiled.

Marie’s eyes scrunched up in pain as the old guy attached a small hand-pump on the other end of the catheter and gave it a squeeze.

“what you planning on doing?” asked the young guy inquisitively.

“I’m opening her cervix, dilating it they call it, that shot I gave her tricks the body into thinking she’s in labor and this small pump is gonna stretch her wide open… there’s also a little something in that injection to make sure she pops an egg out…

“It might take a while, so if you want to make use of this stupid ho, go ahead, but her pussy and ass are off limits ok?”

Marie’s face looked terrified, “cervix, dilate, labor, egg” her mind raced with thoughts of her baby.

“We got time for all this?” the young guy asked

“Yeah no sweat, her old man is away on business, he won’t be back until late tomorrow, so we got plenty of time to sort this ho out”.

“sweet” replied the younger one, who was clearly eager to have some fun with Marie, despite his apparent girlfriend being with him.

The young guy groped and massaged Marie’s tits, her nipples growing involuntarily as he pinched and squeezed them, flicking them, leaning over to kiss them.

“Dam look at those tits” he exclaimed

The old guy looked over, grinning at the other guy

“looks like this ho’s enjoying the attention”, he winked

He looked again at the specula inserted in Marie’s pussy, tightening it some more, stretching her walls still further. He then took the small hand pump and gave it another squeeze. Marie again tried to squeal at the pain, the panties wedged in her mouth muffling the sound.

“look in that drawer there, next to her, get her vibrator” the old guy commanded

The young man opened the draw and pulled out Marie’s vibrator, twisting the base, it started to buzz”.

“Here, lube it and stick it in her ass”

The old guy threw the bottle of lube to the younger man who caught it and came around to the end of the bed. He ran a trickle over the tip of the vibrator and lined it up with Marie’s tender ass. Marie bucked against her bindings and tried to squeeze her cheeks together. The young guy positioned it and circled the tip around her opening, stimulating her nerves before sliding the vibrating toy inside in one go. It was fascinating to see inside Marie’s gaping vagina, the passage of the vibrator in her ass clearly noticeable.

“Beth come over here”

Evidently Beth was the name of the young girl. She joined the scene standing at the side of the young guy, who I presumed to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, this blocked my view, so I switched to the overhead ceiling camera.

“Play with her clit”

From her current position, the outer rim of the speculum blocked Beth’s access to Marie’s clit, so she clambered up on the bed, straddled Marie’s stomach and knelt down, shuffling back until her ankles were either side of Marie’s head. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair cascading over Marie’s thighs, her skirt splayed out covering her breasts. Beth started to suck and lick her clitoris. It didn’t take long before the intense stimulation of her ass and clitoris caused Marie’s body to respond, her eyes closed, her breathing changed, and she started to whimper in a familiar fashion. I had never considered programming Marie to engage in lesbian sex, but the sight of this young woman licking her clitoris turned me on incredibly. Beth seemed to be getting turned on by it too as she started sliding here pussy back and forth over Marie’s body.

The boy worked the vibrator in and out of Marie’s anus, twisting the end cap more to speed up the vibration.

The older guy stood back and appeared to be enjoying watching the two youngsters tormenting his new sex toy. He stepped over to the bed and dragged the panties from Marie’s mouth. Marie gasped for air, her moans now noticeably louder.

“you should see how wet she is” came the young man’s voice from the end of the bed.

He was ramming the vibrator into Marie’s ass with rapid strokes and held up some fingers to show the slippery wetness they had picked up.

The old man grinned, knowing that he would force another orgasm out of my wife, whether she wanted to or not.

“Move back a bit girl”, he said, commanding Beth

“Put your cunt over her mouth”

The girl shuffled her hips up the bed, but Marie was having none of it, she turned her head to the side as Beth lowered her hips, her skirt forming a tent over Marie’s entire head.

The older guy went to the end of the bed and grabbed the bulb that was attached to the end of the catheter. He pumped once and Marie screamed in pain.

“I won’t tell you again, I said lick her”. He gave the reflated pump and extra squeeze. Marie screamed.

“ok ok, no more” she blurted out

Beth started to bite her bottom lips, rocking her hips back and forth and let out a whimper, presumably as Marie reluctantly started to lick her. She resumed her task of licking Marie’s clit. Beth broke from her task and sat upright for a moment, pressing her pussy into Marie’s face. She reached for her tank top and pulled it off over her head, tossing it onto the bed. Her exposed braless tits were gorgeous, firm, perky, slightly puffy, about the size of a half orange, erect dark pink nipples topped small circular areolae. Beth’s boyfriend was highly aroused by the scene of the two women making out and released his cock from his pants. His erection was similarly impressive, not quite as thick or veiny as the older guy’s but still extremely generously proportioned. I wondered whether the older guy was the father of this younger one. He started to masturbate with his spare hand.

Both girls were moaning now as Beth continued to ride Marie’s tongue and she frantically started licking and flicking Marie’s clitoris. The sight of the two women together sent me over the top and I came hard, trying to catch a gallon of cum in two tissues.

Almost at the same time the two girls orgasmed, Marie bucking violently up and down let out the all too familiar tell tail cry of her orgasm. A jet of fluid sprayed out from her gaping pussy, covering the young guy who was beating off. Beth also shuddered violently and pushed her cunt down hard onto Marie’s face before collapsing on top of her. Apparently it was all too much for the young guy, who pointed the tip of his cock at Marie’s open pussy, shuddered, and poured rope after rope of cum inside her.

Beth rolled off the top of Marie and lay there panting at her side on the bed. Marie’s face and hair were literally soaked. Beth obviously had appeared to squirt too.

The older guy took a thermometer and clicked it into Marie’s ear.

“36.1” he announced, “she’s ovulating”

The young man stepped back as the older guy went to the end of the bed and looked inside Marie’s pussy. He removed the vibrator, which was still stuffed inside her ass, vibrating, making it harder for him to see what he needed to see.

“I think she’s ready” he announced.

At this news, Beth, who was still recovering, looked up enthusiastically.

He removed the catheter and pulled it out of Marie’s pussy. The bulb appeared to have expanded to around 4cm. He unclipped the speculum and slid it out. Marie’s pussy remained stretched and opened.

He stroked his cock hard and lined it up on Marie’s opening. Marie was looking terrified again.

“please, no, please, don’t do this” she was begging him, guessing what was coming.

The older guy pushed forwards, his cock now easily entering her overstretched pussy. Marie moaned, her body still sensitive and responsive to the presence of his cock inside her. He pushed further, the tip of his cock not bumping up against her dilated cervix. Marie moaned loud. The old man knew what he was doing as he started to stimulate her cervix with the tip of his cock. Occasionally it caused her pain and she winced, but the pain was mixed with a deep body pleasure.

Beth turned herself around to face Marie.

“you’re going to have a baby, isn’t that exciting” she said almost innocently.

Marie was about to say protest and explain that she was already pregnant, when Beth wrapped her lips around Marie’s and kissed her deeply, her free hand moving to Marie’s tits, while the other went up under her skirt and she started to masturbate. Surprisingly, Marie kissed her back, the two women making out passionately.

The older guy took this as his cue and pushed hard into her, penetrating her partially dilated cervix and entering her uterus. Marie’s knuckles went white, clenching her fists and tried to scream, but Beth pressed her lips harder to Marie’s preventing it from coming out.

He pushed in further, and started to fuck Marie’s cervix. I had read that cervical penetration wasn’t possible, but I hadn’t banked on this guy using drugs and medical tools to artificially dilate it. The penetration must have been agonizing, but also must have been stimulating as Marie started orgasming again, and didn’t seem to be stopping. Instead, her orgasm started to come like a never-ending series of tsunamis, sweeping away her senses, all fight gone from her, revealed by the frequent gushes of fluid as she squirted time and time again. Tears poured out of her eyes and streaked down her face. Marie and Beth were both locked in a lover’s kiss, their tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Marie was moaning deeply.

The older guy’s monstrous cock had now rapidly picked up pace and he was literally pounding her poor pussy. His cock’s bulbous head buried deep in her uterus. He seemed to have endless energy. He kept going for several moments and suddenly burst, his seed flowing straight into her waiting uterus. He remained in her, as if making sure that every last drop was safely deposited. He was panting hard.

The younger guy, watching the three of them in action had been masturbating, his cock gripped tightly in his fist was rigid and stuck out from him. As the old man softened, he pulled back and walked around the bed. His cock was covered with a pale, pinky brown slime, her mucus plug had come away and was streaked down his shaft. He tapped Beth on the shoulder, and she turned around, opening her mouth spontaneously as the old man’s cock zeroed in on her face. Beth took in a gasp of air as Marie watched in shock, while he slid his cock into her mouth and down her throat. The girl closed her lips around it and did her best to suck.

The younger guy now stood between Marie’s legs and similarly, positioned his cock in her gaping hole. He slid into her effortlessly and almost immediately started jackhammering away. He seemed to lack the finesse of the older guy, but he sure made up for it with energy. His cock quickly found its way into Marie’s cervix and he pushed home, ending up balls deep in her. Marie yelped, but she was too drained to protest. Her body had only just started to come down again, when this new intrusion reignited her sensations, causing an almost instantaneous orgasm. She was panting hard as her body bucked and tugged futilely against the ropes, her stomach and legs a quivering mess. The young man didn’t last long and suddenly groaned, emptying large amounts of cum into her uterus. The combination of cum pooling inside her uterus found its way to a newly released egg.

I can’t describe how intoxicated the idea was that Marie would soon be pregnant with two babies and one of them would be mixed. I mused that this situation would certainly make it weird for Mick. I knew it was possible but had no idea before, how that ever arose.

Content that his cock was now clean, he pulled out from Beth’s throat. The younger guy came over and Beth repeated her actions, taking him into her throat as she willingly started to clean him. Marie again passed out; all her energy spent.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get out of here”

“Help me with these ropes”

The two men busied themselves removing the ropes and the straps from Marie’s ankles and wrists. Her arms limply flopped to the bed. Marie was clearly totally out. As the older guy was just getting dressed, Beth was jigging around and informed the men that she needed to take a piss.

The older guy laughed

“Maybe we’ll leave this ho with one more present” he quipped. Beth giggled.

“Stand over her” said the older guy as he rummaged in the back pack again. He pulled out another sterile surgical package and a small funnel. He opened the package and took out another catheter, a slightly wider bore than the previous one. He prodded around with Marie’s pussy and inserted the catheter into her urethra, sliding it deep inside her. To the other end he attached the strange shaped funnel. He proceeded to lift her skirt and held it to her naked pussy. Beth clearly wasn’t wearing panties under that skirt.

She squatted slightly and a strong yellow stream filled the funnel, flowing down the clear tube and into Marie’s bladder. Her lower abdomen started to swell. Beth kept the stream constantly flowing for several seconds. As the yellow liquid finally emptied from the tube, the old man removed it from Marie’s bladder, a slight trickle escaped, running down her thigh.

“There, now we’ve all left something inside her”

Beth giggled again.

The young guy and Beth busied themselves packing everything away into the backpack as the older guy dressed. He looked impeccable again. He looked at his watch.

“almost 11, let’s grab some lunch”

They walked out the bedroom and down into the hallway. As they approached the front door, the older guy looked at the two younger people and said “looks like you two are going to get another little brother or sister”

“That’s so cool daddy”, Beth responded

“What does that make… 15?” he asked?

“Yeah something like that” replied the younger man.

They closed the front door behind them as they left.

I closed the laptop, packed my things and checked out. It had been a long night.

About half an hour later I entered the front door and called out.

“Honey, I’m home”

There was no response.

I picked up her red dress and panties from the hallway floor and headed up the stairs. Marie was curled on her side in a fetal position, making no sound apart from her breathing. I shook her shoulder and called her name, but she didn’t stir from her sleep; she was completely out of it and exhausted. I rolled her on her back. It looked as though she had wet the bed at some point, the sheets were wet, and the odor of urine clung in the air. Another pair of her panties were on the floor, so I picked them up and tossed all three garments into the chair.

When I returned to the bedroom and was curious to see her pussy. I parted her legs and felt the smoothness of her hairless cunt. Her anus had closed up, but it was a little swollen, a mix of blood and semen was crusted around it. Her pussy was still not fully closed and her lips looked extremely swollen. I probed with my fingers and was able to open her with almost no effort. She was extremely loose. A pool of cum was still inside her and her cervix was still partly open. I know this is wrong, but I dropped my pants and massaged my cock to life. I was curious what she felt like. I pushed into her.

It felt so slick and loose, a feather-light touch of her walls almost as if she had no muscles there at all. It was a disconcerting sensation. I thrust in and out of her for several minutes replaying in my mind the visions I had witnessed and finally emptied whatever was left in my balls into her depths. After I finished, rolled Marie back on her side, grabbed the clothes from the chair and wiped my cock on her red dress, tucked myself back in, and headed for the bathroom.

There on top of the laundry was the panties she had worn to work that day. I picked them up and examined them. Sure enough, the crotch was covered with crusty streaks of dried cum. I smiled and tossed the garments back in the hamper.

Marie slept for most of the day, poor woman must have been totally drained. I heard her moving around upstairs and went to check on her. Marie was rinsing her face in the bathroom. She looked at me sheepishly, unsure of what to say. How do you explain wetting the bed, or spending the day naked, your hair wet with another woman’s juices.

I took her to the bed and sat her down next to me, wrapping my arm around her, before whispering into her ear, the words “Marie, Sleepytime”.

To save her from the trauma of the events, I reset her memories to the fact that I wasn’t home yet and all that she would remember would be that she had been to a bar and a black guy ad seduced her. They had returned here and had fantastic secret sex all night. She would never tell her husband or her brother about this event. When she woke up, she was going to want to take a shower, which would help her feel refreshed, and then put the bedsheets in the laundry. She would expect me to be home around 5. I counted her down and Marie fell back into a deep sleep. I took my bag and left.

I hung around in a Starbucks for the afternoon and returned about 5’ish. The smell of cooking was in the air.

“Hi honey, I’m home” I called out

A voice from the kitchen responded “Hi honey, I’m making dinner, hope you’re hungry”

I was famished.

We ate in the kitchen, Marie had a bottle of wine ready and we chatted freely about my trip and her day as if nothing had happened.

Her phone rang and she went to answer it. Marie never was good at hiding “guilty” from me. Clearly it was the older black guy who was calling her. She dashed up to the bedroom to take the call.

“Sorry honey, it’s work, I better take this in private”

I grabbed my phone and fired up the app to let me secretly eavesdrop on the call.

“It’s Marie isn’t it?”

“What do you want? How do you know my name? How did you get my number?”

The older guy ignored her questions.

“Listen to me very carefully”

“If you don’t do exactly what I say, every single contact in your phone, your husband, your family, your friends, your colleagues, all will know you’ve been having an affair with your brother”

Marie went white

“Tomorrow you will quit your job and from now on, you work for me, understand?”

“What do you mean work for you? Why should I quit my job?”

“Well you don’t have to, not if you don’t mind them knowing you fuck your brother”

“From now on you work for me, you’re my whore and you will service whoever I want you to service”

“Never!” she said, panic running through her mind.

“ok have it your way, I hope everyone will accept that news, does your husband know?”

“no”

Tears streamed down Marie’s face,

“I’ll give you one last chance, meet me at the Lucky Guy Strip Club on South Laredo at 9pm tomorrow… otherwise you’d better hope you can afford a good divorce lawyer on the pay from your next job”

“Oh and if you think you can get rid of me or just change your number, better check with the doctor… you’re more than likely expecting my child too and I’m more than willing to drag custody out in the courts”.

He hung up.

Marie sobbed

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