Biz Trip Brings Out Wife Ch. 02

My heart was literally in my throat. My pulse rushed and sweat began pouring off me. I had no idea what to do when Mariah bent forward toward the camera. She got so close all I could see was her face and her tits hanging down, her nipples dropping just out of view – then she spoke up,

"Hi Max. "

There was obviously a microphone just in front of her as her voice rang so loud against the muted background noise I had to turn the volume almost all the way down. There was a short pause and she looked to her right and nodded. She continued,

"Max, I know you didn't ask me to do what I did last night but you didn't exactly stop me either, even when I told you someone could see me. So really, I'm not solely to blame here."

Fucking shit I was so pissed off at this. There is some guy blackmailing me and her in return for a piece of her ass and she is accusing me and asking me to just play along?!?!

After about 30 seconds she said, " You are supposed to be responding here so could you type something back, maybe something that won't make things worse? Please, Max, please write something."

So I typed, "Hi Mariah."

She read the screen, looked to her right again, and then stood, took a step back and lowered her arms to her side.

"Do I look pretty, Max?" she went on. "I want to look as hot for YOU as I can. Did you notice I shaved my little pussy for you?"

Honestly, with all that was going on I hadn't. But as she stood there in the red light, I couldn't help but see her uncovered passion point, glimmering slightly...was she already wet? And oh, her perfectly shaped body. Everything just right, perfectly proportioned - a walking wet dream. Imagining someone to the side looking on made me ill, but I took some comfort in seeing she was still wearing her wedding rings.

"Max, I need for you to tell me and the...ahem, gentleman, if I look sexy."

Oh God, regardless of what was going on, she looked so sexy. Without thinking I typed, "You are the hottest thing I've ever seen, please be with me, and only with me."

I watched her read the screen and she appeared saddened. She looked off again. I couldn't hear what was said, only her response still looking off camera,

"Well how would you feel if you were him?!" she said almost angrily. A moment passed, she nodded again, and looked back into the camera.

"Max, sweetie, he understands your position and is going to let that one slide, but from now on try to limit yourself to affirmative reactions. This is going to happen, honey. I...we have no choice. I know you like to watch so just try to go with that, I'll make it up to you when you get home."

She cleared her throat and pouted into the camera, "He says I look like a lonely MILF that needs some attention. He wants to know if you agree."

I was furious, unwittingly and forcibly cuckolded by some unidentified man, and now my wife was chiming in with him, calling herself a slut and awaiting my approval. Fine. If that's how she wants to play this, what else can I do but play along - my alternatives being what they were.

I typed, "Actually dear, you do look like a MILF on the hunt. And you clearly want what is happening there. So why not? Show the guy how much you love to suck and fuck cock. How's that for your answer?!?!"

I guess I expected to get a shocked look from my wife from this response. Instead, a slow grin crossed her face and she looked off to the side again. But this time, she wasn't looking up to the right, somewhat down, near the top of the top of the chest. Her grin got wider.

"Apparently, baby, that was the right answer," she said as I watched my wife turn to her right and crouch down, moving slightly off screen. Aside from the features in our bedroom all I could see was the profile of her face in the bottom left corner of my screen, her chin just above the top of the chest. I watched her open her mouth, looking up with her big hazel-green eyes. She nodded again and redoubled her efforts, opening her mouth as wide as possible.

And then I saw it. It was only a glimpse but the bulbous head of a cock passed through her lips. She glanced at the camera and screen and pushed forward slightly. I could only see her lips and cheeks as she started dipping her mouth on an off the cock. I saw only a close up profile of her face as it began to be intruded.

Her cheeks began to puff out. I could see her bobbing her head forwards and backwards. She started to moan. After a minute of this she pulled her head back. I saw nothing of the cock as this guy was just off camera, as if the stage were perfectly marked so I could never see any of him.

Mariah nodded again and leaned into the mic. Drool was running from the corner of her mouth and her eyes looked glazed over. She said blankly,

"He says you have to tell him to gag me with this big cock. You have to ask him to fuck my mouth." She just stared at the screen after saying this, again opening her mouth wide enough for me to see her tonsils.

There are really no words to describe what I was feeling at this point. The violation had begun. There was nothing I could do but either try to make it passed this or risk the lifestyle of everyone in my family. And I couldn't help but see longing and lust, maybe even control in Mariah's eyes as her face, now with lipstick smeared around her mouth, was pressed close to the camera lens.

I didn't respond. Mariah closed her mouth and then popped the question, "Max, are you hard, honey? Seeing me use my mouth like this? Knowing you have to tell this guy to give my little mouth a good fucking?"

This time she didn't even watch for a reaction, she turned her head again and stared up, bobbing back and forth, clearly taking this foreigners dick as far down as she could by her own accord. She drew back with more saliva running down her chin – not bothering to look at the camera or ask anything else, simply stating,

"He wants me to play with my little clit while I blow him..."

And then she went back to it. I noticed her shoulder drop but that was all I could see of what she was doing. But by her reaction I could tell she was complying, and complying well. She was grunting and heaving forward now - and then it happened, she started to orgasm. Her eyes widened and she started making gulping noises as I watched her shudder with climax. As her shaking decreased and she began to relax - suddenly her eyes widened full, and I had a feeling the intruder was returning the favor.

She moved forward completely off camera for about 10 seconds, and when she reappeared, thick white cream was running from the corners of her mouth, dripping off her chin onto her chest. She raised up momentarily, and I could see her chest and tits were already covered with what looked like a cup full of semen.

She smiled broadly and covered her mouth holding back a laugh.

The world started spinning. I almost fell sideways out of my chair into the railing on the balcony. And then I noticed it. My cock was solid, as hard as it had ever been in my life. The thought of my, until now, prudish trophy wife being used as a toy by someone I couldn't identify had me excited.

In this confusion my anger and illness diminished. And then I remembered, lamenting those two, the only two instances before when I shared a fantasy with her over the years.

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The first was a story I'd written, more accurately said stolen from this site 5 years ago. I basically just inserted our names in the text.

In the scene Mariah was throwing a party, insisting she be in charge – tired of being a homemaker uninvolved in our life decisions. She invited rough sorts of blue collar men and loose sorts of women I did not know. She erotically danced the night away with other men, sequestering herself and locking the door to our bedroom with a few, leaving me no alternative but to listen to the escapades from outside.

Eventually I was completely cuckolded. Finding her tied up in the basement being gang fucked by two guys. One was pounding at her pussy furiously. The only thing that kept her from crying out her obvious pleasure was the other man.

He was dirty and impatient, his coveralls pushed down to his knees, conquering my wife's mouth muffling what looked to be further encouragement from her. In the story, I was then forced to make them all breakfast when they were done.

After reading this, her only response was (sounding a little irritated), "why do I always end up with a cock in my mouth?"

I was so confused by this, because she rarely gave me oral and I had never shared a fantasy, any fantasy before. Knowing she had a past, but without knowing what that past entailed - with no point of reference as to what she was getting at - I got scared of making things worse and I said nothing. We never spoke of it again.

And the second time, the last time, perhaps 3 years ago now, I told her of a fantasy of us at a vacant pool, where another man showed up and approached via the water in a speedo. As he emerged it was obvious he had a HUGE cock.

She asked if she could touch it and, in the fantasy, I told her if she touched it, it would wind up in her mouth. And if that happened it would wind up between her legs.

She assured me it was much too big for her pussy, but in the end this is exactly what happened. The guy was clearly experienced in working on tight pussies, and that is what he did. At least in this fantasy I was with her and involved. But I was so nervous in recounting this story my entire body was shaking, and I was sweating profusely.

This time though her reaction was positive. She started sucking me as I described the scene and we wound up having good sex as I described the 10 inch cock almost splitting her in two, slowly at first, but eventually pummeling her tiny hole as she relented and begged for more.

I was so stupid. At the time my wife and I hardly ever had sex, and when we did she was usually mad at me afterward. It got to the point the only way she would be intimate with me was if I agreed to do chores or errands for her. I quite literally had to pay her for sex.

I felt she hated me. She was disgusted by me. I was desperate to the point of absurd action. I thought maybe things would be better if she knew I would let her be in control and would basically leave the door open for anything she wanted. For me to beg her, pay her. Encourage her to fantasize about other people, maybe even let her fuck other people if that's what it took to tolerate being with me.

The actual result: It drove her further away. Looking back on this now, I can imagine what she must have thought. Sharing those things unexplained is one of my biggest regrets in our relationship, and now it was playing out before me...

These unfinished thoughts took longer than I was aware, when Mariah asked again more urgently,

"Max are you there, is your cock nice and hard for me?"

With everything in my mind at that point, I was in a complete state of shock. I didn't know what else to do, but answer honestly as I could as long as it was affirmative, as instructed. I hurriedly typed back,

"Yes, I'm sorry... I am hard, but I have to use the john, I'll be right back. Is that OK?"

Mariah looked off again, nodded, and then looked back with eyes wide, not bothering to wipe the cum from her face. "You have 3 minutes, hurry."

I didn't need to use the john. I just needed a moment to try to start breathing again. To get through these thoughts and try figure out how I could possibly be erect in this situation. I stood and leaned against the railing, looking across the expanse to the room across the way, still dark. For the first time I noticed the sliding glass door to the balcony was open about 6 inches – but still no sign of the young woman.

My thoughts shifted back to these things I had shared with Mariah. So ill thought up and brought out – without any communication about why I was sharing these things. I didn't want her to be with another, to have sex with other men. I wanted her to love me, to want to be with me. I focused on taking long deep breaths.

'No wander this was happening.' I thought. 'This is my fault, set up clumsily and completely misguided. She must think I want this. She knows I like to watch her and these are the ridiculous examples I have provided in the past. Oh God.'

As my mind raced through this I looked back at the screen and noticed one peculiar thing. Apparently Mariah hadn't moved.

She was still directly in front of the camera. She was not checking off to the right. She was not nodding. No conversation of any kind I could observe. Obviously, I was thrilled not to see her fucking whoever this guy was, but her absence of movement or communication left me confused.

My 3 minutes were up so I typed "I'm back and still hard. Is that what your friend wants me to say?"

She read this and then looked off again – then back. "He says it is time for me to move."

Mariah disappeared momentarily and then I saw a precious sight. She leaned over her counter directly in front of the camera. She was perpendicular in the shot and I could see from her chin down to just shy of the crest of her bare pussy – again her position marked as if by a mastermind bent on concealing every aspect of himself while still forcing me to watch the ravishment of my sweet and, until now, innocent wife.

Her big tits hung down center screen. Her nipples, hard as diamonds, pointed down touching the dresser counter. With disbelief I stared at the screen watching the mass of milky cum all over her tits. Bent forward like this, it started to run down her breasts and drip off the ends of her nipples in small dollops.

She pulled back slightly so I could see her face. She looked behind her and then back. There was a pause...and then she reached back with her left arm, mostly blocked from view by her body.

"Max, you have to tell me to put his cock in me, baby. I know this is hard, but just imagine, imagine it is you standing behind me...I have my hand on your nice rig, tell me what to do with it. Please, I need your cock so bad..." she trailed off, looking down.

I couldn't tell if her expression was sad, expectant, or dissociative. She bit her bottom lip. She glanced up to see no response from me.

She spoke again, "Max, tell me what you want. Tell me you want to watch me fuck this big cock. It's OK, Max. It's OK this is turning you on. Trust me. Just tell me what you want baby..."

My mind sprinted back to the fantasies I shared, realizing, without knowing my intent, this is exactly what they sounded like, that I wanted to see her not just be fucked, but used by other men. That I wanted to be cuckolded in the process, left to enjoy only whatever was shared of her, or whatever was left afterward.

And once realizing this, other tumultuous times in our relationship hit me. Times already let go of, superlatively beneficial as I didn't have time to get into them now.

But as I watched her I couldn't help it. She looked so fucking sexy. No matter how wrong she might be about my meaning, I was completely fixated on her image. Her smooth skin and slightly rounded belly. Her strong right arm holding her up just enough her luscious breasts hung - extended nipples dancing across the surface top while the mass of cum covering her yielded to gravity.

As it collected at her nipples, it began to drip, and then run as slightly melted butter, off onto the dresser top. This sensation served to make her areola contract harder, her nipples protruding even further, now dragging across, slipping through the lubricating secretions left by her lover.

Her large eyes, open wide. Her mouth smeared with lipstick and more cum. Her heavy mascara running her cheeks, likely spawned by watering eyes subsequent to forcing her mouth down on that cock before. The cock that covered her with the quantity an elephant might.

Seeing her like that, the intimidation, fear, and fury of what was actually happening was now all but gone. All I could see was the sexiest woman on the planet, accidentally set up by me to be in this position. And in my mind I shifted, as I did the night before, to imagining she was lost in lust, while I observed.

What could I do? What were my choices? I was failing and falling, now thinking of seeing her penetrated from this angle, something I couldn't do if I was actually behind her. My cock was so hard and my balls so swollen I had to remove the briefs, the restriction now painful.

I had not forgotten the predicament, the offer, and the only viable solution in this moment. And this moment was all I had, maybe the only thing I would ever have left with Mariah.

(the conclusion, the twist of a lifetime, to follow...)