5 comments/ 30591 views/ 1 favorites Thanks, Maury Ch. 01 By: SummerElizabeth8 Here is where I give you the standard line about all of the characters and events are fictitious and don't bear any resemblance to actual people or proceedings. Thanks for reading, and I encourage any and all constructive feedback. * I couldn't believe what a conniving bitch I married. The worst part was the fact that I didn't know anything until she brought me on the Maury Show to reveal the secret that she had cheated on me and our two year old daughter might not be mine. What a slut. I was so pissed. In the end, my daughter was proved to be mine, but I was totally humiliated that she would bring me on national TV to discuss something so private. I mean, we had a great sex life. She never seemed unhappy, so why the hell would she do this to me? After the show aired, I heard more rumors float my way about her and I got my answer. As it turns out, my beautiful wife Michelle was sucking and fucking cocks all over town. About a week after the show aired and I started hearing all this crap, I confronted her in our bedroom late one night when our daughter, Isabelle, was at her sister's. She broke down and cried that she really didn't have an explanation for the things she had done. Yes, she loved me. Yes, she wanted to make our family work. She just felt compelled sometimes to satisfy other men. That is a direct quote. "Satisfy other men." That's when it hit me. I had married myself a little slut that clearly needed more direction and cock than I had been providing. I hugged her and told her that I still loved her and we would work it all out. She slid down in the bed, clearly exhausted. I held her until she went to sleep and then I went downstairs to my office. I sat with a cup of coffee (I would have preferred a beer or six, but I wanted to be clear headed) and started to think this through. Michelle wanted to satisfy other men. This simple statement on her part actually gave away a lot. She had never really shown any submissive tendencies before, but maybe there was something here that I needed to look at. Her favorite position was doggy style, but that might not really mean anything. Her favorite way to blow me was me standing and her on her knees before me. She had never asked for anything other than vanilla from me, but she did like a lot of sex. It never occurred to me before to ask why. I tried to look back for other indicators, but I really saw nothing concrete, just suspicions. Then I came around to the fact that I really was pissed and humiliated. It was a juvenile maneuver to bring me on TV. I have a job and friends and a life that had been difficult to deal with over the past week. I took some solace in the fact that everyone in town already knew that she was a slut anyway and at least I could control the situation now. There was the big question. How was I going to control the situation? Where would we go from here? The first thing that came to mind was a good spanking. I was warming to this idea already. The real issue was the other men. I didn't like the fact that my wife wanted to give herself to strangers. If I was going to be completely honest with myself, I had to admit that it hurt my pride. And my ego. I had always thought that what we had was great. But if she had some other deep-seeded urge to act this out, I was going to have to protect her. I made up my mind. I had read and seen some porn that involved women being submissive to dominant men. I had no desire to become Michelle's Master, but if this was going to work, I would have to control the W's. Who, what, when, where, etc. If I could control these fantasies in a safe way, maybe we could both enjoy an incredible new aspect to out marriage. I did some research on my computer before rejoining her in bed. I had a lot on my mind as I fell asleep, determined to make a new start of it tomorrow. I woke up with my usual morning wood, and told her to roll over on her side and lift her leg. She must have been having sexy dreams because she was already wet and my cock slipped in easily. I wondered sarcastically to myself how her pussy could be so tight after getting so much dick. But then I realized that I was going to have to put that anger aside to make this all work, so I sank into her dripping cunt to the hilt and snuggled her deep into a spoon position. She snuggled back and we lay there for a few seconds before my dick started twitching and I felt the need to push in and out. I fucked her juicy pussy for a few, but being first thing in the morning, I didn't last long. I gave Michelle a few hard deep thrusts and then grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head down onto my cock. She took it in without complaint and greedily sucked the cum shooting down her throat. I pulled her back up after I was done shooting my wad and smeared my slimy cock on her cheek while I held her by the hair. Her eyes were glittering, and I could tell she was horny as hell. Good, that is exactly what I had in mind. I could see that she was disappointed when I got in the shower, but I had things to do. It was Saturday, and she was going to get that spanking tonight. I wanted both of us to be ready. When I was dry and dressed, I went back to the bed where she was still lying drowsily. She woke up soon enough when I started to give her instructions. "Call Amy and ask if she can keep Bella tonight too," I said, referring to Michelle's sister and our daughter. "I am going to bring a special dinner home for us." She said she didn't think it would be a problem. "I am going to be gone most of the day, I want to make special preparations for tonight," I told her. "I want you to take a long, hot bath and shave your pussy bald." Her eyes widened at that, but she didn't say anything. "Also, I don't want you to play with your pussy at all today. Not even a little," I instructed. She started to balk at this, but I quieted her. "I have special plans, and I want you to go along with this. Okay?" I looked her in the eyes and she nodded. Maybe a bit intrigued. Definitely still horny. I kissed her goodbye and left for my errands. I called my buddy Rick as I drove. I asked him point blank if he had slept with my wife, and he sheepishly admitted that she had blown him a few times, but he never fucked her. He started to apologize, but I stopped him. I told him that Michelle and I had talked it all out and I wasn't pissed at him. I extended an invitation to dinner, assured him that I wasn't a crazed psycho waiting to gun him down on the front lawn and told him to bring a bottle of good wine. He was single, tall and fun loving. I was sure that my wife would respond to him again. My first stop was the porn shop a few towns over. They had toys as well as videos and mags and I went right to the BDSM section. It didn't take me long to locate the things that I was looking for. A small ball gag and a medium sized butt plug. We had tried anal sex on occasion, but not really with any satisfactory results. Well if my slutty little wife wanted to satisfy men, she was going to learn how to fully please a man with any hole in her body. It might hurt, but she was going to take it anyway, I decided. Next stop was the sprawl mart. I picked up a pack of ordinary wooden clothespins, some KY and a medium sized dog collar with matching leash. I made sure it was pink, her favorite color, and they even had a little pink bell to match. The male clerk behind the counter snickered as he rang up my purchases. I could see him whispering to the clerk at the next checkout over as I left, and she opened her mouth wide in disbelief when he was finished. Once outside, I laughed and stowed the stuff in the trunk. He was probably going to convince her to try the same thing before the night was out, I thought. I drove to a local fast food joint and got lunch. I wanted to sit and plan for tonight and make some notes. I know that sounds corny, but I wanted to be prepared and give Michelle an evening that she wouldn't forget. I thought about how I would like things to go down, and I realized that I would have to let Rick in on the deal. I didn't think he would shy away at what I had in mind. I decided to swing by Rick's place and have a chat with him. He smiled when he answered the door, but I could tell he was almost waiting for an explosion. Instead, I asked him if he wanted to take a smoke break. He grinned and opened the door wide. We walked to the back deck and he grabbed his stash box and a couple beers on the way through. We sat in the shade and he rolled us a fattie as we talked. I told him my plans, and he was all in. I detailed a few of the things that I wanted to do to her and he grinned and shifted in his chair. I laughed. I could tell that he was eager to try out more than Michelle's throat. I couldn't blame him. She really was a great fuck. We killed the doobie and decided that we would show up together. We left in high spirits and went to pick up the dinner that I had ordered earlier. Just as I was hoping, Michelle met me at the door wearing something slinky and slutty, not realizing that I had invited company. Her ultra -short red mini skirt just barely skimmed her ass cheeks, and she had on one of my old wife beaters that was so shrunken and threadbare that it clung to her tits and you could clearly see her nipples through it. The spiked heel fuck me pumps were my favorites, and she knew it. Michelle gave me a great big hug, but I could tell when she caught sight of Rick. She tried to jump back into the house, but I was having none of it. "You remember my good buddy, Rick, don't you sweetheart?" I moved over so that I was casually leaning across the open door way. I could tell how uncomfortable she was. She had her arms crossed over her 36-C chest and she was shooting daggers at me with her eyes. She mumbled hi, and again tried to retreat. I grabbed her and forced her to stand in front of me with her arms at her sides. "Now is that a proper way to treat our guest?" I asked her. She declined to answer as Rick leered openly at her tits on display. "Give Rick a courteous greeting," I directed her in a warning tone. I suppose she thought that she has been busted screwing with my buddy and couldn't get into any more trouble, because her welcome was as smart-assed as I have ever seen out of her. She bowed her head curtsied low, and held it. It would have been good enough for the Queen of England, except for the fact that when she held the sides of her skirt, it was so short that her entire crack was left exposed. Her shaved bare slit parted slightly as she dipped, and I thought Rick's eyes were going to pop out of his head. I tipped my head back into a full blown laugh. "Get in the house," I told her. "You can set an extra place for our guest." I grabbed her arm again and whispered in her ear that she had better not go up to change. "You wanted this, and you are going to get it." She looked up at me and her expression was fear mingled with raw desire before turning and heading into the kitchen. I figured she would get over her fear; it was just fear of the unknown. Rick and I went into the den and I fixed us some drinks. We made small talk as we waited for Amanda to set up dinner on the back patio. We have several acres, so I wasn't worried about peeping neighbors. We have played in the back yard more times than I can count. When Michelle called us for dinner, her manner was completely polite. No trace of the smart ass remained. Although her tits were still clearly on display, she was doing her best to act as if nothing strange was going on. I thought it was funny that she took a long pull off the beer that she held. She must be more nervous than I thought. I reminded myself to keep an eye on her alcohol consumption during dinner. I didn't want her to get too sloshed before the real fun began. Dinner was an interesting affair. We ate and talked and laughed, but I could have brought home fried armadillo and I don't think anyone would have noticed. There was an intensity in the air that electrified the slightest touch or movement. We all knew what would happen here tonight. I was hard as a rock underneath the table. I was willing to bet that Michelle's sweet little pussy was dripping on the fabric of the chair. I could tell that Rick was wound pretty tight, too. He kept reaching under the table to adjust his own hard on while ogling her boobs. Every time he did this, Michelle would follow his hand with her eyes until it was out of sight. Then she would lick her lips tantalizingly at him. I don't know if she was even aware that she was doing it. Finally, we were done. Michelle volunteered to clear the table. I think she wanted to calm her nerves alone or a minute in the kitchen. In the meantime, Rick and I went back to the den. Unseen by Michelle, I had placed my purchases of the day handy. I didn't know if I would use them all tonight, but they would all get used before the month was out, I decided. I had also placed one of our ladder-backed dining room chairs in the den for tonight's use and our digital video cam on the bookshelf next to the fireplace. The angle would be good for catching most of the action. It wouldn't be the same as if someone had it in hand filming, but that could come later if we continued on this path. I took the chair and placed it in the middle of the room, between the sofa and fireplace. It was too hot for a fire tonight. Well maybe except for the one that I am going to lay on Michelle's ass, I thought to myself. I wanted Rick to have a good view, so I motioned for him to sit directly in front on the sofa. Michelle finally came tottering in on her high heels. She saw the chair and gave me a look, but didn't say anything. I put on some mood music as she came over towards me, unsure of herself at this point. I decided to let the games begin. "Okay, Michelle, here is the deal. You want to satisfy other men. Well I can't have my wife being a slut all over town." She cringed at my words. I was being deliberately harsh, but I had her attention. "So I suppose that you will have to be a slut right here in our own home. I assume that you know why I invited Rick to join us tonight." She nodded slightly, looking nervous still. "This is my notice to you here and now that I am in control. Control of who fucks you, where they fuck you, when they fuck you and in which hole they fuck you." Her eyes got about as big as saucers at that. "Yep. You are going to get fucked in that tight little ass of yours along with the other two available holes. You want to be a slut, then so be it. From this point on, you are my slut and you will be ready at all times to service me and my friends. Or maybe just another guy I meet at the bar. You never know who I may bring home." My grin matched Ricks, but Michelle looked horrified. Before she could gather any thoughts of escape, I grabbed her hands and held them behind her before I continued. "You will also be given a spanking for your past indiscretions that have caused this family so much embarrassment." She made a noise of protest, but I carried on. "Tonight's spanking will be administered over my lap with my belt. Rick will watch you receive your punishment and after that, you will thank me for helping you be a good girl. Is that clear?" I pressed her into me, pushing her hands into her buttocks to emphasize my point. Her huge green eyes looked up at me. Almost watering. Then, the storm cleared and I saw the light of acceptance. In her heart, she knew that this is the way that it needed to be. She glanced at Rick and smiled. I saw the gears turning and I thought I could read her mind. This was a solution that she could live with. Then, she looked back up at me and said simply, "I understand." "Excellent,' I said as I unbuckled my belt. She watched me with some trepidation, but when I sat and motioned for her to lie over my lap, she acquiesced. She draped herself as gracefully as she could, the skirt riding up over her lovely ass cheeks. I held her hands again as I nudged her legs apart slightly with my knee. She settled in and took a deep breath, steeling herself. She knew I was still pissed, would I take it out on her bad? I wanted her to wonder. I grabbed the buckle in my fist and looped the leather so that it would have a fair amount of snap and sting to it when I slapped her with it. I ran it up and down the backs of her shapely thighs. Rick made no bones about sitting up to get a better view of my beautiful wife about to be punished like a bad little girl. I was about to burst already with her over my lap. I started lightly, just to get her used to the idea and the rhythm. She jumped at the first few slaps, but she soon settled in and even arched up some on her toes so that I could get a better angle. I took that as a sign from God and picked up the intensity a little. The sounds of my spanking mingled with her delicate moans and echoed off of the vaulted ceiling of the den. Her ass was turning a subtle shade of pink little by little. I sprinkled blows all over her ass cheeks and down her thighs. She was starting to wriggle more now, but it the feeling of her tits on my thighs and her soft stomach rubbing on my cock just sent me further. When she tried to struggle too much, I threw my leg over both of hers and effectively pinned her to my lap. "Now we get to the good stuff, slut," I told her. "You are going to take this whether you like it or not. I will get Rick to help me hold you if I have to." At that, she tried to jump off of my lap. I don't think she really bargained for the full treatment. Rick leapt up off of the couch and grabbed her legs and pried them apart. He held them hard to the floor while I regrouped with her hands. She was still trying to kick out, but not having much luck. "Well, slut, you asked for it," I informed her. Rick had a great view clear up to her juicy pussy. He had a huge grin on his face and it really seemed like he was getting into this. I started spanking her in earnest now, no more of that warm up bullshit. The belt vibrated in my hand as the testosterone sang in my veins. I was making my slut wife submit to me and it was a heady experience. Not just the being horny part, either. I felt an incredible rush of power over another for the first time. Michelle's ass was starting to turn red, and she was crying and trying desperately to kick free of Rick's hands. I wanted to give her a spanking to remember, and be a deterrent from stepping out without me again. I didn't want to maim, her, so I curbed my vigor somewhat. I continued at a regular pace, however, heedless of her shrieks and struggles. With a few final smacks to her tender ass, I finished and started gently massaging her. Her ass cheeks were incredibly hot, and I was guessing that she would have a little bruising on her fair skin. Michelle had stopped fighting, so Rick leaned in to feel her snatch and laughed in surprise. "She is leaking like a faucet!" He exclaimed. I just smiled. I let go of her hands and she got up and scuttled away from us to stand behind the couch. She was still sniffling and her hands were rubbing her behind. She was looking at me all doe-eyed like I was supposed to feel guilty, but I wasn't buying it. I knew she was ripe to be fucked. "Now what, slut?" I demanded After a pause... "Thank you for helping me be a good girl, Sir." I liked the Sir part. I would have to remember that in the future. I walked over to where she stood and led her back around in front of the couch. I positioned her bent over the chair so that her ass was stuck out and her head was down. I knew that the camera would catch the action here. I indicated to Rick to come around by her head. He did not need telling twice. "Take his cock out and get it hard," I told her. She didn't hesitate and soon the sounds of her slurping his rod could be heard. I played with her moist pussy for a few minutes, listening to her gulping and his moans. But instead of going directly to her pussy, I had other things in mind. I took the KY and applied a glob to my finger. While still playing with her pussy with one hand, I smeared the gel onto her tight rosebud with the other. She jumped a little, but continued servicing Rick's pole without missing a beat. I rubbed it around a little with my fingertip to warm it up before pushing my coated finger slowly into her taut hole. She was so tight that I had to tell her to relax before I could continue. She gave it a good effort, and I slid my finger in past her anal ring. It was her turn to moan this time and as she did, Rick pushed further into the back of her mouth. Thanks, Maury Ch. 01 I pushed my finger in and out some more before applying more KY to a second finger and adding it to her rectum. She was moaning good now around his prick and he was loving it. I squirmed both fingers around in her hole for a few minutes, letting her get used to the sensation. Then, I reached for the butt plug. It was not large, but it was bigger than my two fingers. She wasn't going to like it, but tough break. She was going to take it. And she was going to have to get used to having things in her ass, because I was planning to put them in there a lot from now on. I lubed it up good also, and slowly pushed the tip into her dark hole. It was a snug fit, but because of the lube and the stretching by my fingers, it went in fairly easily. She was trying hard to stand still, but I could tell that this was difficult for her. I worked the last little bit in to the hilt as she gasped and let Rick slip out of her mouth. He leaned over for a closer look and growled deep in his throat. "Damn, that looks hot," he said. "I love to see a woman with a full ass." I stood up and went around to Michelle's head. It was time for me to get some relief. I unzipped my fly and she practically inhaled my stiff cock. In the meantime, Rick started to work his pole into her dripping cunt. She was getting it in both ends now, with her ass filled to boot. She was going down on me all the way until I hit the back of her throat. Then coming back up in long strokes and lapping the head of my dick with her quick tongue. I can come just as good by a blowjob as I can in her sweet pussy, so I was in heaven. She was timing her lunges at my cock with Rick's deep thrusts in her cunt and we got a pretty good rhythm going. All of the sudden, Rick started slapping her ass again. Not hard, but it didn't take much with her ass already red and sore. She whimpered, but didn't stop sucking. If anything, it put her in more of a frenzy to swallow my schlong. She was a total bitch in heat. He didn't spank her for long, though, before he reached down and started fucking her ass with the plug. He ploughed her ass with smooth strokes in and out and I could see that it was getting looser with each thrust. She was going nuts, and I could tell she was getting close. So was I for that matter. I held her head and started thrusting my cock as far into the back of her throat as I could get it. She was gagging and spit was everywhere, but I was beyond caring at that point. Rick gave up on the plug and grabbed Michelle's hips. He started fucking her in earnest, pounding in and out of her pussy. Caught between two cocks, she didn't have much hope of holding out long. "Come for me, slut, I know you want to," I told her. She lost it as Rick flicked her clit and she shattered into orgasm. Her cries around my cock did it for me, and I held her head in place and started spurting my sticky cum into her mouth and down her throat. Her pussy spasms must have had the same effect on Rick, because he let out a hoarse cry and gave one final thrust into her cunt before shooting his load into her. She collapsed down to her knees, and I let her catch her breath before I helped her up and into the bathroom. She gave Rick a smile on the way out, and I could tell that she had enjoyed herself. I started her a bath before I went back in the den and thanked Rick for his help. He laughed. "You're kidding me, right? Anytime you need help with your wife, buddy, you just give me a call," he said to me on his way out. I had a feeling that I might need to keep his number handy. So I guess I owe you a thanks, Maury. If not for your show, I wouldn't be on this adventurous new path with my wife. I can hardly wait for the Maury Show update. Thanks, Maury Ch. 02 As with all stories on the site, please DO NOT read if you are under 18 years old. Thanks to everyone who read and voted for ch 1 of this story. I love to get feedback, and try to answer all. * Six months ago, my wife, Michelle, had brought me on the Maury show to tell me that she had cheated, etc. It was hell for a few weeks, but it actually ended up being the best thing that could have ever happened to our marriage. I discovered that my wife is a true little slut that loves cock. Since then, she has serviced me and others many times, as well as learning to take all manner of cocks and objects into her sweet little ass. She will take it wherever, whenever and from whoever I tell her to. Is that devotion, or what? Along the way, I did a lot of research, had a lot of heart to hearts with her, and learned that my wife is very submissive sexually and will do almost anything to please me and my cock. I don't even let her come most of the time. I found out that it makes her feel like more of a horny slut just to be used. This all came as somewhat of a shock in the beginning, but I have warmed up to the idea, believe me. I have had her start keeping two journals. One is completely private, the contents known only to her. The second, however, is fair game to my prying eyes. It seemed difficult for Michelle at first. To admit to me the nasty things that she wanted me to do to her and force her to do. I suggested the diary as a way for her to let me know what she was thinking without having to face me directly and say it out loud. I know, I know. There are those of you that would say that this is a cop-out, that it's no way to communicate, that it's a good exercise in humiliation for the sub to voice their deepest desires out loud. But in the early stages of our D/s relationship, I really felt like it was a good place for her to start. She had full understanding that I would read this journal and use the information contained therein. After a few weeks, it became a game. She would hide the journal like a school girl and I would have to have to hunt for it. A punishment session usually ensued when I discovered what disgusting and dirty things she wrote about. Of course I would have to incorporate these sick fantasies of hers into her chastisement. She must be made to see what a filthy slut she is. I really had to go looking hard for the journal a few times, and I discovered on these occasions that she had been having some especially slutty thoughts. I filed the info away for later, thinking that using her for a urinal would require some planning on my part unless we wanted to make a mess of the house. Well I am not going to stop at making her swallow my piss just once, now, am I? She will need some training to accept the contents of my full bladder. After some consideration, I decided to delve deeper into her whore fantasy. Literally, her desire to be pimped out for cash. I got a friend of mine, Dante, from work to go along with the program, and together, we formed a plan that was sure to live up to her fantasies. He had heard about her wilder side, and since she had never met him, it would be easy for him to pick her up like she was a real hooker. We agreed to meet at a city park that is well known for prostitute activity. Timing would be essential since I didn't want any real johns getting there first. On Saturday morning, I told her to get ready to go out tonight. Our two year old daughter Bella was safely in the hands of Michelle's sister, Amy. Both of them were oblivious as to what we had been up to for the past few months. But as Amy was trying to get pregnant with her husband, she had the baby bug and took Bella a few times when we'd asked. I laid out a super-short plaid mini skirt and a white cotton blouse with short, puffy sleeves for Michelle to wear tonight. No bra or panties. A hooker always has to be ready to fuck. Thigh high white hose and high heeled black Mary Janes completed her outfit and I told her to do her long brown hair in pigtails as well. She did her make up great, managing to do that thing women do to look like a little girl and totally fuckable at the same time. She looked so fantastic that I had her suck my cock all the way over to the park. I pulled over in the lot and blew my load in her mouth with five minutes left to spare. She swallowed it all and reached to unbuckle her seat. I stopped her when she tried to open the door. As a safety precaution, I got out and surveyed the surroundings. I saw Dante's car a few spaces down, and knew that he was in the area. There were a few working girls around, but it was still early for a lot of comings and goings. I led Michelle away from the car and over to a park bench. I lazily sat down and told her to get her ass to work. The plan for her was to pick up a guy and get into his car. She would lead him a few blocks to the railroad trestle, and I would follow discreetly in our car and make sure she was safe while she was doing the guy. In actuality, I would be sitting in our car monitoring the hidden cameras that Dante and I had rigged his car with. He was a techie that always had the latest gadgets, and it was his idea to record tonight's proceedings for posterity. And to sell on the internet, but that's another story. I had three monitors that captured footage from six cameras. We covered every square angle that we could figure, and prayed for some decent footage. She smiled shyly at a few cars that rolled by, but they seemed interested in the more experienced ladies of the night. Her nipples were rock hard and you could see them right through the thin fabric of the blouse. Dante ambled right up to her out of the darkness. She seemed taken aback by his 6'2" height and his casual demeanor, but she recovered when he asked her how much for around the world. "Around the world?" she echoed. "Yeah, whore," he said to her low and stepped in close. "I am going to put my cock into your sweet mouth, juicy cunt, and tight ass, and not necessarily in that order," he told her, rubbing her nipple lightly through her shirt. She looked at me for direction and I decided to join the conversation. "Hundred bucks, pal," I drawled. "One hundred dollars," he repeated, still rubbing. "That's a lot for a street whore." "She's worth it, or the next one is on me, pal," I said. I knew that saying this would make her try her best, but I thought that she may just be naïve enough not to realize that she was trapped either way. This guy would become a "regular". I would give him back all his money of course, but she didn't have to know that. If she were a little more worldly, she would have known that this was a set up, but she seemed oblivious. He dropped five twenties in my lap, and asked her where they could go. "A few blocks away. Under the trestle." He nodded and led her away by the hand. She looked back at me briefly, and I smiled and held up the keys to show her I was right behind her. I could see her head already bobbing up and down on his cock and he drove out of the parking lot. During my previous conversation with Dante, I discovered that he isn't really into the pain side of pleasure, but that he liked to be in control and use women for a cum dumpster. If they came, fine, if not, tough shit. "Usually, if you fuck them good and they don't cum, it just makes them want more cock later," he told me. "Just make sure that you play with them and shit so that they stay horny. And talk a lot of trash. Women can really get off on talking seriously dirty." I kept all that in mind as I followed them down the road and around the corner. Because I was at a bit of away from them when they turned, I was treated to a full display of Michelle's ass and pussy pressed up against the window of the car. I was eager to get to the spot and set up so that I could see and hear what was going on between the two of them. When I finally got everything plugged in, she was still slurping on his pole. He was very well endowed, appearing to be about 8 inches long by my estimate, and thick. He was talking complete smut to her, and she was loving it. "What a good little cock sucking whore you are," he crooned. "You better be worth the money in other areas too, whore. You good at taking cock in your ass?" She moaned around his meat and wiggled her ass against the window. "Good. Cause that's what I really like. Having a whore bend over so I can use her tight ass. That's why I pay whores like you. I don't want to have to talk some silly chick into taking my cock in her ass. I just want to bang her." I watched on the monitor as Dante grabbed my wife's hair and forced his cock all the way down in her hot little throat. Michelle is a pro at cocksucking, but she apparently wasn't prepared and she gagged around his pole. Spit came running out of the corners of her mouth and clung to her chin as he held her down. She started struggling for air, and he let go all at once. My cock was also hard again, and I took it out of my pants and began to stroke it while I watched. He had her lean the seat as far back as it would go and he did the same with his. When they had as much room as possible, he held her hands above her head while he slapped he tits lightly. Not hard enough to really hurt, but she gasped and tried to wiggle away from him. I cupped my aching balls with my left hand while I wanked my cock with my right. I was already about to explode, but Dante seemed to just be warming up. "Fucking whore, I paid your old man good money, you're gonna take what I give you. Spread your fuckin' legs." Michelle did as she was told and he mounted her in the missionary position as best he could in the car. The camera set up under the dash caught all the action as his shaft slid right into her juicy cunt. I caught a glimpse of her puffy clit and I knew that she was turned on like crazy. Even after all that had happened in the past year, I couldn't believe she was actually getting off on this. But the proof was right in front of me. We were getting some great footage so far. Dante continued to bang her cunt hard and she took it like a pro. The audio picked up the squishing of her juices in between the filthy flow of his monologue. "What a nasty little whore you are. Most sluts can't take all of my cock, but you don't have any trouble. Well, we haven't gotten to your ass yet." Michelle whimpered at the thought, and he crammed his cock as far into her cunt as he could get. I saw him flex his ass muscled trying to get deeper, and she came up and bit his shoulder like a wildcat. He roared and grabbed he by the hair and continued to batter her dripping pussy. He held her back by the hair until he let go to move his cock up to her mouth. It was a tight fit, and his height had his shoulders almost plastered to the headliner. He didn't seem to notice as he plunged his stick in and out of her mouth, using it like he had just used her pussy. She soon has saliva running down her chin to her chest. He paid no attention to her protests, and even grabbed her hands and held them against the headrest when she tried to push him away. "Not a chance, whore," Dante told her as he used her face. "You want me to tell your old man you were a poor fuck? I can do a lot worse, whore. Shut up and take it." She gagged, whimpered and moaned as he continued to pump her lips. He was using long, smooth strokes that went so far into her throat, I could see it bulge under her stretched back chin. It was a spectacular view from one of the side cams that caught this action, and I jerked furiously on my cock as I watched the closed eyes of my wife while she took this man's monster cock into her gullet. "You like the taste of that cunt juice, whore? I can tell you are one on those whores that enjoys her work." He continued to mutter to her. "Your pussy was so juicy, I thought I might fall out of it. I like much tighter holes than that. I'll get to that one soon. You are going to like the taste of your asshole even better, whore." Her eyes flew open at his words, and I saw the first look of hesitation in her eyes. I could tell that she was afraid of going there. I had never made her do anything like that, but what the hell? Why not? She wanted to be made into a toilet, so why not clean Dante's cock after he fucked her ass. I knew she was pretty clean, as I had instructed her to give herself an enema before she took a shower. This is just one more thing she was going to have to get used to. After a final thrust of his hips, he withdrew from her mouth, trailing saliva down her chin. He rubbed his hard, sticky cock all over her tits and pinched her nipples as she tried to return to normal breathing. Before she had too much of a chance to catch her breath, though, Dante turned her over so that her knees were resting on the door handle and the console between the seats. He pushed her face down onto the headrest before plunging back into her up thrust pussy. He had no trouble forcing himself to the hilt on the first lunge, she was so open for him. This must have been uncomfortable for Michelle, but before she had much chance to object, Dante pried open her ass cheeks and spat on her little brown hole. "Are you ready to take my cock in your slutty little ass, whore?" he asked her. She only whimpered in response and he continued to drive his cock in and out of her cunt while forcing a saliva covered finger into her ass. Since the beginning of this adventure, I had made it clear to Michelle that she would be accepting things into her tight little ass. Cocks, plugs, dildos, brush handles, vegetables, you name it. If it looked like it would fit into her ass, I made her bend over and take it, and usually left it plugging her hole for a good bit, too. Although I would never penetrate her dry, she has become an accomplished anal slut, able to bend over and take what's coming on command. This time would be no different. "P..P...Please just lube me first," she stammered, speaking out for the first time. "Sure, whore. I'm gonna lube that ass good. I don't want to wreck it if I'm gonna be using it again sometime," he jeered at her, still fucking in and out with his cock and fingers. The tears started rolling down her face and I watched as he spit on his fingers and slathered her clit. Her hips jerked in response, and he played for a few minutes until she pleaded with him to fuck her in the ass. "I knew you were the type of whore that would beg for it," he taunted. Your pussy is so juicy, I could shove my fist in there. Michelle's eyes widened in horror, but before she could do anything else, he pulled out and reached behind him for a tube of lube off the dash. The first dollop went right onto her waiting asshole and he worked it in good with his fingers. The second dollop went into his palm and he spread it all up and down the length of his hard cock. My cock was ready to gush forth again, so I eased up my own strokes, and watched the screen showing Dante's pole slowly spearing the depths of my wife's ass. He would push in a little as she whimpered, and then pull it slowly back out, allowing the lube to spread all around inside and out. He worked it in little by little until his pubic hair met her pale ass cheeks. He had his entire length inside her rectum, and she could do little but squirm and moan. It was an awesome sight to behold, and I was glad that we had the foresight to set it up like this for the footage. When Dante started pushing his thick cock in and out of her tight rosehole, Michelle sobbed and bit the headrest in front of her. She was still in the same position on her knees, but now her shoulders were bearing her weight and her tits were squashed against the back of the seat. Her arms were flung out in front of her, and her mouth was open, letting out continuous moans. Dante continued his filth talk, and she was digging that as much as she was the ass fucking. "So where do you think I am going to shoot my load, eh, slut? I could shoot it in your ass and let it drip. Maybe I will shoot it down your throat and make you suck it clean. A little whore like you should like that. I have a better idea, whore. I'm gonna shoot my wad right up your tight little ass and then make you suck it clean. I like that." He was fucking her good and hard by then, and she was grinding right back to meet his thrusts. I couldn't believe that she was getting off this much on him, but she was clearly having the time of her life. I thought she might cum just by getting reamed, she was carrying on so much. I felt the familiar tingle in my balls, and thought I might cum just from watching her get used. Michelle was certainly taking a good hard pounding in her ass. Dante's would slam his hard cock in to the hilt and then come out almost all the way before slamming back in again. Once, his cock came completely out, but her hole was so well used that he just aimed and went right back into her ass without missing a beat. All at once, Dante reached around and grasped her clit and tugged on it in short bursts. She immediately exploded into orgasm and howled like a banshee while she bucked back and forth on his pole. This sent him into his own peak, and he met her hips and shot directly into her ass. His grunts were almost as loud as her cries, and he withdrew quickly letting another shot land directly on her gaping anus and then another on her still upturned cheeks. I grabbed my own cock and shot my wad into a napkin. I had just cum a forty five minutes before, but it felt like I hadn't cum in years. I loved that my wife was such a whore and if she thought she wasn't going to get another fucking when we got home later, she was dead wrong. As I cleaned up, I watched him move to the driver's seat and grab her by the hair. He forced her lips down on his cock, and I saw her struggle to resist. I made a mental note to punish her later for that, but his will was stronger and she finally opened her mouth to clean him off. Her lips and tongue met the sticky mix of lube and spunk and ass juice, and she winced, but sucked him until he was clean. I started the car and made for the park like I had been there the whole time. "Ride back with your ass in the air, whore, I don't want a mess on my seat," I heard him tell her through the monitor as he buckled up his pants and started the car. She gave a mewl, but stayed put as he drove back towards the park. When he swung into the lot, I was waiting and opened the car door for her. She looked ashamed and horrified, but climbed out gingerly and hugged me around the neck. I nodded at Dante and helped her get into our car. I didn't give a crap about the mess. She laid back with her eyes shut all the way home, and I asked her if she was all right. "Just fine," she smiled at me. "Tired." I put her in the bath and let her have a good long soak to ease her aches. In the morning was soon enough to give her that punishment she had coming. As well as the fucking she had coming from me.