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What the Hell's Happening Ch. 01

By: next2ArchStanton



AUTHORS NOTE.

Hi there. 

Yes this is my first submission... anywhere, so I hope you'll all go easy on me. I haven't found an editor brave enough to take me on and self-editing is worse than having a tooth pulled!!

This story is meant to be a bit of fun. And yes it is FICTION! 

Mr Anonymous, if you can read, and if you do understand anything, please heed my warning. This is a story about a cuckold, a hot wife and a web of intrigue. If you DO NOT like these types of STORIES then don't read any further; go find someone else to abuse. If you do leave an 'anonymous' cowardly comment we'll all know you're illiterate and failed to understand this simple instruction, so don't embarrass yourself!

For everyone else I hope you enjoy and I would really love constructive comments.

I have heaps of stories ready to go, but I might wait and see how this one's received before submitting more and perhaps regretting my decision.

PS. If there's an editor out there willing to help a poor guy out, then please let me know!

Cheers, Arch. (next2ArchStanton and still unknown). Ref: The good , the bad and the ugly.

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INTRODUCTION.

When does reality become fantasy, or fantasy reality? 

It was a question I'd pondered often.

I remember, because it all began that fateful evening when my lovely wife glanced up, and smiled.

"Honey, how would you feel about me cuckolding you?"

"What...?"

"You heard me, and don't look so shocked. It's a hypothetical question."

My wife of four years examined me curiously. Her silver blue eyes sparkled with life and mischief. She's a beautiful woman my wife, and to this day I have no idea how I scored her.

Now, to set the scene, I'm currently sitting up in bed checking out my stocks in the financial times. She's relaxed back beside me reading a romance novel. Those goddamned sexy reading glasses are perched on the tip of her slightly upturned but petite nose.

"So, how would you feel if I cuckolded you?"

"Cuckolded?" I attempted confusion.

"Yes honey, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. What if I were to take a lover, or lovers? How would you react? Would you stop loving me?"

"Is this like the plot in that bloody book?"

"No Kevin, it isn't, but I'm just throwing it out there. Like hypothetically."

Okay, I'll fess up to you the reader. I, like most men, check out porn occasionally... well a lot actually. And yes the cuckold shit is interesting and I admit somewhat fascinating. The idea that a man could possibly wish his wife take a lover, and encourage her in that endeavor, does my head in! But the thought of Rebecca doing it, or even giving consideration to that concept, scared the absolute bejesus out of me! I folded the paper and turned to check out my gorgeous raven haired woman. Her hand was suddenly and purposely cupping my groin! My superman boxer shorts, which I wear because she thinks they're 'cute', were suspiciously tented!

"Just you saying that scares the shit out of me honey. The mere mention of you being with another guy makes me nauseous." Maybe I turned pale. I certainly felt dizzy!

"Hey, settle big boy. I'm just asking." She was stroking my penis which was now pointed skyward having escaped its silk confines... and the little guy was rapidly completing a launch sequence. "Some men find it a turn on when their wives take a lover. But not you sweetie...?"

Fuck no, not me, the idea of that was just plain repulsive! But some weird little announcer in my head was calling, 'launch sequence now completed, lift off is inevitable'. Oooh, shit! My body arched under the gravitational pull, my eye sockets cracked under pressure and my brain mushed. I definitely saw stars, for about five minutes... until the auxiliaries were depleted! 

Holy crap!

My wife giggled... dabbing at my mess with tissues.

I fell asleep almost immediately. I must have slept like baby, only my dreams were somewhat disturbing.

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ONE. WHEN IT WENT PEAR SHAPED.

Okay, so my 5'9" supermodel (well she is to me!) wife stands one inch taller than me in flats and she's a total babe. I'm a script writer and, if I may boast, have put my name to a number of hit TV shows. We met on a film set not long after I left college and had scored my first taste of the big league. Rebecca was another new fresh face just out of a well-regarded drama academy, happy to have a bit part in the cable telemovie I'd co-written. She took my breath away on first sight. Tight body, long legs and a full chest shrink wrapped beneath a tight, white, cotton top displaying the word 'cool' scrolled beneath two swaying palm trees that arched up toward her mostly bared shoulders. My first thought was that the bloody t-shirt might slide down her arms and reveal those two luscious pointed tipped 36's. Yes I'm a boob man, and hers were perfect! And yes, the gorgeous creature flirted... a lot, but then that was to be expected given her situation; a young newbie seeking discovery. I've seen jet black hair plenty of times, but the soft silk that flowed to her shoulders and constantly tucked behind one petite ear, defied description. I proved my suspicions later, after we had dated, that the exotic color was indeed 'le natural'.

"Hello." The siren blinked and smiled. "I'm Rebecca Muldoon, and you must be Mr Kevin Diamond."

My voice hitched. "Yeah, um, it's great to meet you Rebecca. How are you finding the part of Samantha?"

"Oh, it's great. She's a complex individual and I love how you have portrayed that in her schizophrenia. One minute she's like this girl next door and the next thing she's an ax wielding nymphomaniac! I love playing her and your writing is just fab Mr Diamond." She sparkled, this girl, and I think I was in love with her already! She batted those lashes... yep, I was in love...

Of course fate weaved that meandering course that fate ultimately weaves, and needless to say it came to pass that I eventually sucked up enough faux courage to ask her out... on a date, and, to my relief, she eagerly accepted. The rest, as they say folks... is history.

We possibly conceived the twins on our wedding night, but if not then, then the six days of almost non-stop coitus on the honeymoon certainly did the trick! I stupidly assumed Rebecca was on the pill, but when she excitedly announced the 'news', I realized that she'd had every intention of becoming pregnant. I suspected the possession of a baby, or in our case 'babies', was the confirmation she required to feel secure in our union. Having the children certainly grounded my own security. She was hot and men wanted her... but she was mine... all mine.

I've since deduced that Rebecca is a somewhat insecure person. She seeks companionship and comfort. Her father disappeared early in her life, shacking up with another woman when Rebecca was merely a small child, and the memories of her abandonment are still raw and ever present. She's clingy and very possessive of me, like I'm some exposed rock she can swim back to when she steps out of her depth. Funny enough, like a curious child, she will step out of her depth constantly and without fear, until she realizes her dilemma, that's she is in fact 'out of her depth', and then she panics and seeks out her rock once more. With Rebecca's father's abandonment of the family in her infancy and then her mother's sudden death from a brain clot about two years ago, I somewhat understood how those sad occurrences have added to her desperate need, her need for stability, for reassurance and for my total and focused dedication to her.

But, my wife is outgoing and bubbly to the uninformed. She is an excellent actress and has that uncanny ability to project her character, seemingly to distance her own self in doing so. I guess she feels comfortable in believing she is another person, and in most cases this is fulfilled within the total absorption of her 'character'. It allows her to distance herself from the insecurities.

Outside of her vocation Rebecca is in her element as an outgoing fun loving exhibitionist, until that 'need' seeps back into her core and she comes running back to me seeking my consolation and love. Yes, I'm her rock, her fortress of stability. At least that was my perception.

Her gorgeous body attracts other men like flies to a BBQ, or insects to a light bulb. She plays them like they are her puppets, flirts and struts, sways those lovely full hips and pouts, and then, when it gets a bit too deep, she abandons them and she swims back to her me. Okay, this is where I admit that her actions, her open flaunting and come-ons, excite me. Yes she's like a supermodel, perhaps not as tall or as flat chested as your typical supermodel, but Rebecca would shame them all in strutting her stuff down a Paris runway. And so what if she puts it out there, and does that really matter anyway... when she always come running back to her place of refuge?

Think Meagan Fox, but mix in a little softness and you'd come close to picturing my Rebecca. Rebecca Diamond had the face, body and now even the name of a movie starlet, and she could take it as far as she desired.

Did I mention she was insatiable in bed? She nearly killed me on our honeymoon and there's been no let up since, other than me feigning the occasional head ache or 'tiring day'. Like I said, she's clingy and needs that constant personal closeness in her life. I guess sex is an extension of that need. I try to keep up, honestly I do, but I have to admit that's difficult. What a tragedy, to complain of too much sex in a marriage!!

In hindsight this may have been my Achilles heel.

One thing I've learned is that she definitely prefers oral to penetrative sex. I blame that on me, because she gets me too excited and I can't get her across the line, but I do have other talents which, thank god, she seems to appreciate!

Our twin daughters are beautiful, and because I work from home, writing and composing my scripts, I'm mostly the sole carer of our three year old twin baby daughters. I love them dearly but thank goodness they sleep/nap in the afternoon, because otherwise I don't think I'd get anything done! They demand my full attention, constantly. Maybe it was time for a full time nanny?

When Rebecca is at home between shoots, she will dote over her babies, delighting in motherhood, but that precious home-time was becoming less frequent with time, given her now constant acting demands.

Of course it also goes without saying, that my wife is always surrounded by handsome leading men, and one such man, Mathew Mason, her current onscreen love interest, worries me. Yeah, he worries me a lot!

****

"So, what scene were you filming today?" I inquired hopefully, somewhat nonchalantly whist hugging her close as she sat on my lap. It was of course my script. I'd written the brief and the original pilot and we were now in full production.

"We're doing the kissing scene in the kitchen, you know the one with my 'lover', just before the phone rings and my husband calls me from work... to see how I am and he hears the mystery voice in the background that's asking me who it is on the phone, and I have to signal my lover to shush up."

She pressed in closer to my chest. I knew the scene because obviously I'd written it. My wife's 'character' was having an affair behind her husband's back and he was becoming more and more suspicious... that not all was as it should be in the marriage. But the kissing scene with the 'lover' had worried me when I'd written it, knowing that Rebecca would be acting it out... with him, bloody Matt Mason. Authenticity in her mind was always paramount.

"So, how did that go?" I suddenly felt chilled.

"Oh, okay. We did about six or seven takes." She squirmed. "Wanna come to bed?"

It was like 4pm! "You seem pretty aroused, what's going on hon?"

"Nuthin, just feeling twitchy. I need that lovely cock of yours baby!" She turned and her sexy smirk actually fried my brain. "All that kissing today has got me all hot and bothered."

And there it was, her confession wrapped in horror! Another man had been kissing her and she had the hots! I had to have her then, reclaim her and show her who and where her 'solid rock' lay. We giggled like kids as I raced her up the stairs to our bedroom. A sturdy light house awaited her!

"So, does it turn you on thinking about Matt kissing me?" She was riding me hard, her perfect breasts bounced hypnotically as she panted and sweated above me. I had succumbed to her arbitrary hand job already, because she knew I lasted longer the second time around. Rebecca whimpered, ground her hips down onto me, arched her back, pointed her chest and shuddered through an eye reversing orgasm. I followed a millisecond later, slamming up into her quivering hot grip and those familiar stars circled my head like 'Wile E Coyote'... embedded beneath a rock fall.

Fuck, that was intense!

"So you were thinking about me kissing Matt! Does that really excite you baby?" She slowly continued rolling her hips and sloppy sex over my dead little guy.

"No, it doesn't, but you were pretty wild. Did kissing your co-star turn you on?" I tried not to grimace as she jumped off my groin, her dark pussy hair was matted and dripping ejaculate. My hungry girl shuffled about and knelt, grabbing my fallen soldier and began furiously stroking and sucking, attempting to give the poor thing the 'kiss of life'. The brave little trooper twitched with renewed vigor and that seemed to spur her on. She looked up and grinned. In that moment I saw the devil smirking.

"Yes it turned me on, does that bother you honey? He's a pretty good kisser and we did the scene eight times! I was getting pretty hot baby!" She returned to her application. I distinctly remembered it being six... or seven! My wife giggled. "Matt was using his tongue, so that the kiss would look authentic. I was going a bit nuts and Barry told us to 'cut' and cool down a bit."

Shit my soldier sprung to his feet and saluted, 'ready for action Sir!'

So I guess it was back then, that night, laying on the bed thinking anxiously about the six or eight takes it took to 'can' the kissing scene, with my goddess bouncing and riding me hard, when life shifted sideways; a minuscule shift albeit... but the aftershocks were still to come.

That first shock came later and it blindsided me. The question was hypothetical. 'How would you feel... if I were to cuckold you?'

How indeed!

****

"Honey, we're having a post episode party on Saturday night. Could we get the twins over to your Moms and go together. I think the cast would like to see their writer. What do you think?" Rebecca looked excited and hopeful.

"Yeah, okay, I guess." I hated mixing with the cast because I'd invariably be quizzed on the direction of their characters, or cop some criticism over the script. Besides, I dreaded seeing Matt Mason, because I was insanely jealous of the prick. He got to see my wife perhaps longer and more often than I did. I could have brushed the temporary alliance aside because all scripts had an end point, but the studio had ordered and contracted me to another two full seasons, and Matt Mason was not in the gun sights to be written out of the show and likely never would be! He and Rebecca were the principal characters and besides that, the viewing audience adored the 6'4" dark eyed hunk of rippled abs and squared jawed male perfection. The perceived interaction he had with the hot leading lady was loved by all! 

Her onscreen 'husband', played by a mid-thirties guy by the name of David Bell, was not nearly the threat I envisaged her 'boyfriend' Matt Mason to be. David was firstly happily married in real life to his wife Wendy, and he was not a predator. Matt Mason was both things David Bell wasn't... he was a predator and he was a single unattached player!

Now I trusted my wife, and I knew she clung to me and the kids as her emotional support pillars, but I didn't trust Mason. He fucking scared me. I'd only met him three times in the flesh and his shit eating smirk always made me shiver with unease. Of course I watched him act on-screen and he was both professional and talented, but he was so different in 'person', so full of himself and brimming with macho self-confidence. Girls ate out of his fingers and they swooned over every word he uttered.

My beautiful wife even came home hot after kissing him...!

And so it was, simmering with apprehension and unease, that I entered the club, hand in hand with my Rebecca, to meet and greet the cast of the serial soap opera, 'Missionary Man'.

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What the Hell's Happening Ch. 02



Hi, you might want to read chapter one first.

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TWO. HE KISSED MY GIRL AND...

Matt Mason must have been watching for us to enter because he sprang to his feet almost immediately and walked a suave sway toward us, his eyes set only for my Rebecca.

"Becky!" He extended his hands to take hers, and then pulled her in for a close hug as they nudged cheeks. She reciprocated and puckered her lips in an air smack.

I cringed. He called her Becky, and she hated that short version of her name. Said it sounded childish and demeaning.

"Hi Matty." She chirped.

What, they both had cute pet names!?

"Matty, this is my husband, Kevin, who I'm sure you must know."

"Kev, bro... how yo hanging man? Great script, really solid stuff there Kev." He grinned that freaking smirk and gripped my hand in a purposeful attempt to crush my knuckles. Yeah I'm a writer, not a fighter tough guy. And I hate 'Kev' and I knew he knew it. I smiled a plastic smile back. I will never be your bro, smart-ass!

"Hey, come over and sit at my table." He guided Rebecca toward the vacated bench and invited her to sit. Neither gave me a backward glance! She tucked her little skirt under her ass and slid into the booth as his big paw of a hand guided her at mid-spine central. It didn't help my demeanor that Rebecca's dress was mostly backless and she was obviously bra-less beneath it. 

"Hey Kev bro, why don't you grab us all some drinks." He pulled a wad of folded notes from his pocket and peeled three out like they were monopoly tender and slid them across the table before he followed Rebecca into the booth. I hated this bastard!

The line to the bar was three deep. Shit...

"Hi Kevin!" A chirpy voice announced Sally Fielding. She was the cute makeup artist on set and we'd met a few times previously. Rebecca thought the world of the girl and they were likely best friends. "It's really good to see our writer. I love the script and so does the population. You have a hit here Kevin, congratulations!" She beamed with true enthusiasm.

"Thanks Sally. It's nice to hear positive feed-back." I smiled a little uncomfortably. I was glancing over her shoulder at my wife, now talking animatedly with her co-star. She leaned in close and seemed to whisper something amusing. Sally turned to follow my line of sight.

"They're good together aren't they?" She hesitated and looked alarmed. "I mean they act well together, and they seem to be able to portray a certain 'chemistry' on set."

I wanted to get back there, desperately! Rebecca raised her eyes and scoped me out, smiled a little shyly, then finger waved me and leaned in close to Matt and whispered once more. They both cracked up. I felt sick! Fuck, what was the hold up here!

Finally I loaded my tray and set off.

"I'll catch up with you later Kevin." Sally called to my retreating ass.

"Oh, yeah, sure, see you Sally." I bee-lined over to my wife... and him.

"Wow, that took a while bro." Matt accepted the beer. No thank you or cursory acknowledgement. Just grabbed the glass and gulped down a generous chug. I found myself sitting in the opposite seat as the two co-stars. They sat uncomfortably close (uncomfortable for me) whilst I sat straight and stiff waiting for Rebecca to acknowledge me and perhaps excuse herself and come around to sit with me; her husband. Truth be-known, I already wanted to go home. Matt tuned to me and examined me like I was an interesting bug.

"We had a good wrap today. That was a great episode. It's starting to get real hot and heavy now. Hubby doesn't have a clue that his pretty little wife is fucking her big hunky neighbor behind his back. I like were the story is going bro. The kissing scenes were way cool, but I reckon the bedroom scenes will be awesome." He grinned that shit eating lopsided smirk and raised his glass. "To 'Missionary Man' and future success!"

Rebecca clinked her glass with his and giggled girlishly. "Too 'Missionary Man' and scandalous sex!"

I felt squirmy...

There was a live band playing and the slow blues music had settled the rowdy crowd.

"Hey Becks, want to dance?" Matt the player half pulled my wife from the booth. Was she resisting?

"Thanks Matty, I'd love too. You don't mind do you honey?" She clambered out after him like free ice cream was on offer and tugged her tiny party skirt down to cover her stocking tops.

"Well, I..."

They swayed off to the beat holding hands and occasionally colliding hips, heading toward the dance floor. I was simmering with an equal dose of rage and lust. Where had the latter come from? I watched them then, dancing up close and personal through two sets. They occasionally bumped pelvis's, then hugged a little to close and my wife's pretty head fell a little too often against the assholes huge hard chest. When one big hand sank over her ass I trembled and considered getting up and cutting in, only to shrink back into my seat and curse the fact that I have no idea how to dance... nor how to shield my raging hard-on. I was a seething mess when they returned laughing and chatting like old friends. I guessed they were... old friends... having to spend nearly every hour of the day in each other's vicinity, sometimes kissing and...

"Hey bro, this little woman can dance! She's nearly worn me out already. Might have to take a break for a bit before she drags me back out there." He guided Rebecca back into the seat opposite again and sat, finished his beer, now surely lukewarm and grinned. "I'll load us up again. What's ya poison bro?"

I hoped the queue was six deep. "Ah, a Jack, straight up."

"Another Sauvignon for the lady?" The lady nodded happily. He lumbered away fishing for his wad. I didn't bother to offer.

"Are you okay honey?" My wife inquired. "You look a little off color. You don't mind me dancing do you? I like to dance and Matt is a pretty good dancer, isn't he?!" She appeared excited; certainly showing no apparent concern for my 'color'.

"No, it's fine, but I don't feel too good. Can we go?"

"Oh honey, we just got here and we're going to eat. If you really want you can go, but I'd like to stay and talk and have some fun. I can get Matt to drop me off home if you want?"

Off course that's the last thing I'd want, to leave her here with the piranha! I wanted to ask her to sit with me, but that only sounded clingy and insecure. I hoped she'd to do it on her own accord, and actually want to be sitting by my side... not over there... with...

"Here we go, drinks all round."

So much for the long queue... shit! I accepted my scotch with another rendition of that plastic smile as asshole sank back in beside my Rebecca.

"Thank you Matty." She chirped and kissed his cheek. I experienced another of those now familiar cold shudders. My wife sipped her wine and checked me over the top of the flute's rim. Did I detect a glimmer in her wondrous eyes?

The evening progressed. We talked; well mostly they talked non-stop shop, discussing various aspects of different scenes and how they thought it had developed. Both seemed concerned about Rebecca's on-screen character's husband, played by David Bell.

"He seems edgy and stiff." Rebecca commented. "When we interact close he's all fidgety and distant. We have no chemistry together whatsoever, at least nothing like you and I have." She cooed and actually giggled! "I think something's NQR. When we kiss during a scene he's nervous and twitchy. Barry keeps having too cut and explain to him that his character, as yet, has no idea that his wife's fucking another man behind his back, and that he needs to feel comfortable and relaxed when we make out. Honestly Matt, kissing him is like smooching a lump of four by four pine! Barry's pretty frustrated with him, and we only got through the scene yesterday because I turned his head away from the camera when we made out and I think that saved the shot."

"Yeah, I know, and Barry told me he'd sack his ass if his character wasn't so embedded. At least you have no bedroom scenes with him!" Matt smirked at me over his beer. Grrr...

Rebecca chuckled. "We'll be doing those love scenes in the next episode and I'll be topless! You'll love that bab... err... Matt." Her quick glance my way confirmed the slip. Another cold quiver crawled up my spine. "Barry wants it to look realistic, so I said it would be okay for you to touch me, you know..." She smiled shyly and kept looking into his eyes, like a besotted puppy. "My nipples might give away my excitement though."

"Oh don't worry baby," the ape replied, "I intend to take full advantage of my situation." That smirk nearly had me up! My fists were clenched beneath the table. Matt didn't even look my way! "My problem will be 'harder' than yours to hide, trust me. You're excited state can be blamed on the cold air in the studio, my problem is the exact opposite!" They both laughed raucously!

Grrrr...

We ate; well they ate. My food tasted so bland cardboard would have tasted quite delicious.

"So am I allowed to suck your nipples, or is that going too far?" Matt inquired nonchalantly.

"Oh, I'll ask Barry, but it should be okay." Rebecca took another mouthful of salad before continuing. My jaw wouldn't work. "He said touching and fondling my tits while we make out would be fine, and if we're trying for authenticity then I would assume sucking on my nipples and playing with them would be a certain requirement."

"Great, I can't wait to sample those delicious little nubs of yours." He grinned like a jackal and eyed said nubs as they tried to punch through the light fabric of the LBD.

"Hey you, my eyes are up here! You'll get to see them on set, so stop that!" She playfully slapped his arm and leaned into him more noticeably.

Fuckkkk...

"Can I at least cop a feel? Just to familiarize myself?" He said that playfully!

"You better ask my husband. If he says it's alright, then I guess..."

Shit, they both looked at me; the smiles on both faces indicated something disturbing. I gulped!

"You are kidding..." I squirmed like an eel. I know I was blushing. They were just pulling my strings, weren't they? Shit, they were both pretty good actors, and their current demureness suggested seriousness tinged with a 'get out of jail card'; a slight smile of playfulness. Just the idea of him, the smug shithead, touching my beautiful girl had me frothing and seething within, but my bloody dick was propping up the table! I tried to smile. "Yeah, good one guys. You touch her Matt and I'll shove this fork so far down your throat you'll have three holes in that dick of yours and you'll piss like a sprinkler!"

Yes he laughed, but it was not a laugh of merriment, more the laugh to cover fear! I think he could see I was quite serious.

My wife attempted to make light. "Oh Kevin, we were just messing about, stop taking everything so seriously mister grumpy bum. You better let go of your jealousy, because... and you wrote the script... Matt and my character's will be spending a lot of time in bed together, and he will be playing with my tits honey." She reached over and for the first time that night she clasped my sweating hand in hers. "I might even be naked under the covers darling. We want the love scenes to look real and believable. You do want the show to succeed, don't you lovely?" My hand was shaking now, in tune with every nervous fiber jumping about in my super-heated body. Rebecca just smiled again. "Would it be alright if Matt fingered my naked little pussy under the covers? No one would even know, but It would keep me aroused and my 'projection' would be enhanced. I think that would be a good idea honey." She leaned into Matt and he turned his head and their lips met briefly. I could almost see the bolt of electricity spark between them! I'm sure my side of the table jacked up another inch. I really hated this mother... She turned back to me and winked! "Now, come on Mathew, I want another dance before I have to take mister no fun grumpy britches home."

I just sat there too stunned to utter a word. The big smug prick guided my stunning wife onto the dance floor, pulled her in close against the cannon silhouetted at his crotch, and they floated seamlessly away as she pressed those spiked pebbled nipples into that obvious hard washboard chest bulging beneath the dress shirt and tie. I regretfully imagined those rubbery nubs rubbing up and down the rippled surface of said washboard, pinging back and forward like little pencil erasers. I felt dizzy watching them conversing up close, smiling and nodding and then either or both would occasionally glance my way as if to confirm my subservience and acceptance of this shocking and now publicly exposed dynamic.

What the...!

****

"So, did you enjoy your evening?" My wife purred. Okay so I was still grumpy, but her attention to my cock was diversifying thought; fragmenting reality. She swallowed me whole, sucked hard and drew back upward only to dart her tongue out and do that 'thing' she does just beneath the tip. I almost detonated! Think cold lumpy custard, stringy rhubarb... "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy me teasing you honey. I could see how turned on you were, and this big boy has been rock hard for hours, hasn't he?" More big long slurps ensued as my eyeball dropped back into my brain cavity.

Lambs brains with cold... 

"Ooohhh..."

"Yes that's mommy's good boy, that's it, just relax and picture your little wife squirming beneath her co-star as he sucks on her soft tits, and pushes a big finger up her..."

"AAAHHhhH!" I nearly chocked, confused between the in-take of air and trying to scream simultaneously! I blew my load and I could hear my delighted wife cackling somewhere out in the void of space! When I regained some semblance of human composition I propped up on jelly elbows and my glazed vision watched in fascinated haze as my perfect woman mopped the mess from my stomach and groin with a hand towel.

"Wow, that was a good one honey! Now that we've relieved the pressure, let's get him powered up again. My puss is bubbling!" She giggled again. "I love teasing you mister. You're so predictable!"

I collapsed backward totally fucked... and in more ways than one I suspected.

*****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 03



This is chapter three in the story.

3. TO BE OR NOT TO BE...

I'd had time since that club dinner and that 'night' when my darling sneaky wife had popped the 'question' to process my reaction to Rebecca's teasing and taunts. I'd deduced that my reaction wasn't entirely unexpected. I loved my wife unconditionally. She was so far and away my superior in all things and the words 'I worshiped her' did bounce about in my mind like a super-ball on crack in a squash court. Yes, I adored her and I liked showing her off. She had always flirted in front of me, but never before to this extreme. This was 'flirtation' on a different level! But I always consoled myself in the knowledge that I had a security blanket, in that my gorgeous girl would always seek out her rock and return to me arms outstretched.

But the look in her eyes that 'night' had scared me shitless. Could I lose her to another man? Was his 'rock' bigger than mine?

'How would you feel if I cuckolded you?' That 'hypothetical' question still resounded about my head like the gong in a bell chamber.

A week after 'that' night in the club restaurant, I was working on season two, episode three of the series when the phone rang. The girls were at child care because it was a Wednesday, my 'free' day.

"Hey honey, watcha up too?" My wife chirped and before I could answer or say anything for that matter she rattled on. "I just wanted to ring and tell you that me and Matty are going to lunch at Bernie's. We aren't doing our love scene until later this afternoon, so would you like to join us there, for something to eat?" She sounded excited!

Now, what do you say in reply to this somewhat innocent invite to lunch? 'Hell no...' that's what I wanted to scream loudly from the mountain tops! 'Get the fuck away from that prick, can't you see he just wants into your panties?! No fucking way in hell I'm going to sit in front of that smug bastard and listen to him woo you while you flash those big thick gorgeous lashes and coo like a love sick dove!!'

"Um, okay, honey, I'll see you there." God I was useless.

Thirty minutes later I watched them walk in to the café holding hands, and Rebecca spied me and waved happily. She didn't drop the hand or appear one bit concerned with the familiarity! More cold shivers! This feeling was beginning to feel strangely normal. To add to my state of anxiety she bounced her hip against his as they walked toward me, and both grinned like lovers.

Sheeet...!

"Hey bro..." Smug-head stretched his paw and crushed my hand as usual. "Glad you could join us!" The familiar smirk ensued.

Who was joining who? I suddenly realized I was the third wheel!

"Hello Matt..." I shook his vice... disguised as a hand, and then faced Rebecca. "Honey..." I went for her lips but she turned her face and I smacked her cheek, me all puckered up and closed eyed. She actually blushed, like I was being a bit forward!

"Hi darling, thanks for joining us." Rebecca smiled. "We had a lengthy break before our love scene together later, so we decided to take a long lunch." She sat and smoothed the short inadequate dress. Her legs were bare and oh so long, accentuated further by her crossing them and tilting them to one side. One white platform sandal hung from her red toenail tipped foot. "How about some drinks honey, I'll have the usual and you Matt?"

"Just a beer bro, Heineken light. I gotta stay focused. Big love scene coming up later, and I don't want to hinder my performance." He chuckled at his double in-tender, and Rebecca smacked his arm playfully. I felt ill...

"I'm sure you'll perform just fine baby..." She realized that this time the 'slip' was out. She was obviously used to calling him 'baby', her pet name for him. I was always just plain 'honey' never 'baby'. She actually blushed again! I just glanced away feeling foolish, and set a destination to the bar. I barely overheard her whisper 'shit, I didn't mean to call you that' as I moved out of range. I did hear him laugh though!

I tried to remain calm; pretending to read what was clearly written in hieroglyphics, with blurred fuzzy vision, on the lunch menu. Rebecca had donned her reading glasses as she too perused the selection. God she looked cute. They sat close... again. Matt's right hand was beneath the table and I could see his upper arm moving gently. She was oscillating to the same tempo as the arm movement.

Double shit...

"Hey Kev, I want to ask you something bro." He sat back, but the arm kept its motion. I placed the unreadable menu and glanced up nervously. "Does it bother you that this afternoon I'll be in bed with your lovely wife? I just want to be upfront bro, like no secrets and shit man. It's just acting, but I don't know how you feel about it?" He looked interested... 

Rebecca interjected. "Please honey bun, we wanted to talk to you about what is going to happen later, and we just want to be honest and up front as Matt says. Are we on the same page here?" My wife examined me and smiled gently, knowingly. The room swam...

"I don't know what you mean... the same page?"

She looked disappointed with me. "Oh honey, you know what we mean. I've asked the question before, and you've never given me a straight answer. Would you like me to cuckold you?"

My jaw did drop, believe me! She had just said that in front of Matt! Okay she'd danced around it before, but I always thought she was just playing to a fantasy, teasing me. Shit, was it really a fantasy? And to just come out and ask me in front of my nemesis, the guy she was obviously promoting as her choice, her partner... in an extra marital affair!

"Hey bro, it's cool. If you're into it I'd be happy to help out. Becky says you like the idea, and since we'll be doing heaps of love scenes together, and we want to make our love scenes look authentic, we thought it might be good to do it for real first, just to get used to having each other close, you know, like a test run." He actually conveyed a look of expectancy!

Where was that fucking fork?!

"Oh honey, it would be just for a while why we do the initial scenes. Matt could fuck me in my dressing room, and then we'd be much calmer on set. But beneath the covers he could still enter me, just to make the act seem real... well it would be real, but Matt wouldn't need to ejaculate because he'd already have it out of his system." She said that piece brightly confident in my acquiescence! What the...

I sat open mouthed like a guppy. Evidently that was her cue to continue!

"But, if you're okay with it, we could then perhaps continue seeing each other after, like as boyfriend and girlfriend." Rebecca cooed and held my hand. "You know Matt is stroking my thigh beneath the table darling, you've known that since we started eating. His hand is feathering my pussy right now, just over my wet panties. Does that excite you beautiful?"

Shit, I wished I could talk, but there was an anaconda stifling the air out of my lungs. Tight; I was so very... tight!

"Oh god, he's pushing a finger inside me now honey..." My pretty wife closed her eyes and hissed. 

Something snapped! I rose, slammed my fork into the table and it actually quivered upright and in place! The crash snapped every patron's attention. The wine glass fell and splintered onto the floor. I stormed out, red, embarrassed and in tears! I barely heard the call to 'wait honey...'

Yes she caught up with me, her heels clicking frantically on the sidewalk behind me. I could have walked faster but blurred vision caused me to collide regularly into innocent and disgruntled oncoming pedestrians. I should have zigged when I zagged!

"Wait honey... Kevin Andrew Diamond, stop this second!!" The sweet familiar voice screamed and I froze. She puffed up beside me and grabbed my hand. "Honey, we thought it was what you wanted! We watched you last time in the restaurant and I've seen you after I flirt and tease you, and you like it mister, and don't you dare deny it! Be a man and grow a set and admit that we're right. You like showing me off and I like doing it to please you. This is no different, just at a higher level." She was pleading her case on the busy footpath as I feigned reluctance by extracting her intertwining arm from mine like I was a child in tantrum.

"This is neither the time nor the place to discuss this shit..." I noted a curious bystander had stopped to check us out. Perhaps she recognized Rebecca's familiar face. "We'll talk later." I marched away leaving her standing forlornly in place. I heard the woman excitedly ask her for an autograph. Fuck...

I sat in my office all that afternoon contemplating my angst. Trying to project any sense onto my current dilemma was beyond doable. I was stewing and frantically stroking my dick! At this very moment my wife was likely on her back as that shithead plowed her married pussy. I replayed those words in my head. 'He could still enter me, just to make the act seem 'real''. What kind of logic was that anyway!? Of course it was fucking real! I could imagine him warming her up in the dressing room bent over the vanity as he sawed her eagerly from behind. O god, I ran to the bathroom as I exploded in my hand! This wasn't good...

An hour later the door opened. I was gathering car keys to go fetch the kids. Rebecca strode in, glanced at me looking furious and hissed.

"We called this afternoon's shoot off. I said I felt sick!" Her eyes momentarily pierced mine and she glared. "You're a real prick, you know that. A lying deceitful prick!" She stomped from the room and a moment later the bedroom door slammed!

Okay, this was bad. I headed for the child care center contemplating my approach. How was I even at fault? She was the one suggesting she fuck her leading man! I was her husband for god's sake, and yet... I felt guilty!

Okay, I admit that her being pleasured by another man was arousing beyond belief, but there was a chasm between reality and fantasy, wasn't there? 

My stupid fantasy had caused me to write those love scenes in the first place, but it was just 'acting' and supposedly faked and simulated. Who was I kidding? How do you have a love scene without the up close and personal aspect? And if I were the director I'd want to see a flash of boob or at least a hand clasped over one. As for simulated sex, well that was always going to be a tough gig. But, how did all that get morphed into my wife actually having sex with her co-star, a man I utterly detested? Perhaps, if I liked the guy...?

The twins excitedly told me about their day, holding up ridiculously large sheets of white paper covered in vivid scrolled dashes of squiggles applied by frantic and excited little fingers.

"Look daddy, mine's a wabbit!" Marcy held her creation aloft. How she interpreted that impressionist piece as a rabbit god only knew.

"I drewed you and mommy!" Sandy joined Marcy's call for attention and tried to muzzle her sister's picture to one side. A scuffle ensued and I heard squeals and tears. Oh shit... My day was barreling down hill at a fast rate of knots.

I snuck into our bedroom. Rebecca was fetal curled under the covers.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you, but you kind of broadsided me." I sank onto the bed and hesitantly patted her bare shoulder visible above the wrapped sheet. I waited... no response. Okay. "If we had of talked more, well perhaps I..." I forged on hesitantly but she rolled over and frowned; those silver blue eyes dared me to continue.

"We did talk about it." She spoke quietly. "I asked if you wanted me to cuckold you and you went off like a fire cracker... probably came the hardest I've ever seen you blow! I've flirted with Matt in front of you on many occasions and danced with him while he groped my ass and I ground his cock against my wet pussy. You never said a thing! Not once did you pull me away, or punch him in the face! No, you just sat back and watched it all happen while your dick did handstands!" She was on a roll. "You wrote that script with the full knowledge that we'd be having fake sex together. I mean how fake is 'fake'! He'll be groping me and kissing me and simulating fucking me. He'll see me nude and I'll see him nude. He'll have a hard-on, unless he isn't human! You must know all of this and yet you continually deny yourself, your fantasy and your ultimate wish... that this becomes a reality!" She finished the tirade and flopped back over.

Okay... now what to say? Was this factual? Was I in denial?

"Alright, I guess I'm somewhat guilty, but fantasy is fantasy. What you delivered today... and in front of a man I detest; was like shooting me in the back. I wasn't expecting it!"

"Oh grow a set Kevin. That's bullshit. Pure denial of what you really want! I tried to play to your needs and at the same time it was exciting for me too. The thought of me actually fucking Matt at work and then coming back home and telling you all about it was really hot, and now you've gone and spoiled it all." She actually started sobbing!

Shit! This was really spiraling out of control.

"And when did you ever hate Matt? You never once said anything about that!" She turned back over to face me. "Are you jealous of him?" She almost said that gleefully, the crocodile tears seemingly vanishing into thin air! Which part of this charade was the actress at the height of her career and which part was my distressed wife just politely asking permission to fuck another man!

Okay, either scenario was bad. I was confused.

"Yeah, well maybe it is jealousy. I love you so much Honey and the thought of you and him... like together... makes me crazy dizzy."

"Crazy dizzy good or crazy dizzy bad?" She grinned and pulled me down to her level and whispered into my ear. "Would you go insane if you knew he was fucking me, making me cry out his name over and over as he slams his big cock into me? He does have a really big cock darling, so much bigger than yours. He'd really stretch me and hurt me honey. Wouldn't that be just lovely?" She chuckled and a wet tongue found my ear! I trembled... I couldn't help it!

Were the hell did this creature come from, and where was my demure little wife? She rubbed my sparking rocket, and deliberately lit the fuse!

"You always make me feel dizzy good, but it's just a fantasy and..."

"We can make it a reality. Would you like that, my beautiful husband?" She pinched the head of my dick and I yelled some incomprehensible blasphemy! "Just imagine that big cock, the one belonging to a man you hate, sinking into your pretty wife as she squirms in his big muscly arms." She giggled. "You want it, don't you pretty boy. You want it to happen. Say it darling; say you want that for your goddess." She was Delilah reincarnate! She hissed into my ear and squeezed her hand... hard.

To say I came hard would be denial. I came like two steam trains colliding in a dark tunnel. The cataclysm was confined mostly to a precise location somewhere in a deep recess of my poor brain. I blacked out. I did hear the long hard wail of a strangely detached voice scream "YEEEESSSS" just before the darkness descended.

I may have even heard my delighted scheming wife laugh hysterically?

****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 04-05



CHAPTER 4. A BIRD IN THE HAND...

I knew I was to be cuckolded. It was now inevitability. My conniving wife would saunter past and wink, sway her gorgeous bum and wiggle when required. Yes I'd stupidly chase her down as she squealed and giggled pretending to flee. Our sex was now frantic and wild. I could barely hold out for more than thirty seconds, even though she'd immediately re-prime me, sometimes three times over, just to encourage longevity and to satisfy her 'need'. I had to finally resort to oral stimulus, because my poor dick would finally throw its hands in the air and scream surrender. Rebecca never came when I penetrated her, because I could never hold out long enough anymore, but she was always so turned on that she'd scream her orgasms within minutes of me burrowing into her sticky slit and nibbling her tiny bud with the frantic application of a mouse after a vintage cheese.

"Are you thinking of that nasty big man, Matt, fucking me tomorrow honey bun. We're scheduled to do our first love scene. He'll be sliding that lovely cock in sooo deep." She pushed my head hard into her crotch and whimpered. "Is that what you want darling? To know that another man has enjoyed your wife. Would it be better I didn't tell you about what we do, how he fucks me sooo goood, or should I tell you all about it?" God she was talented... "Hmmm, I think keeping it a secret would be best. You would just have to imagine how much I scream in orgasm as he takes me hard and shoots all that wonderful cum up me." She cried out as she peeked. I came in my superman shorts and she hadn't even touched me! Oh... shit... This was bad.

But her last comment had my sticky exasperated face raised and alarmed "You can't let him fuck you without a condom!"

She grinned at the first verbal acknowledgement of my fate. "Oh silly boy, he's safe, he showed me his medical records yesterday and I'm on the pill. Matt said he wants to do me bareback and I want that too honey." She patted my head like I was a small child struggling to understand about grownups and tutted. "Poor baby boy," she shoved my head down again, "all worried about his little wifey. I want Matt's come inside me honey, but first I want it in my mouth. I can't wait to suck him off and get his yummy cum down my throat." She fucking giggled and sighed contentedly. I popped up again this time more distraught than previously.

"You never swallow my cum, you always just jack me over my stomach!"

"I know honey, but Matt expects me to swallow his cum. He has said heaps of times how he can't wait to blast my tonsils and watch me swallow." She giggled. "I want that too honey."

"What, you've discussed this with him before?"

"Of course; we've been talking about, and planning this for months. Finally the big day has almost arrived and I'm just so giddy with excitement!" 

I felt faint. But then she winked and grinned. 

Of course the next day saw 'faint' taken to a whole new level! It started when she excitedly jumped out of bed five minutes before the alarm sounded. I watched her panty covered bum wiggle into the bathroom.

"Honey!" her sweet voice called from the steamy room. "Can you come in and help me shave?"

Since when did she ever request my help to shave her legs, or underarms? But of course I was ecstatic to help! I jumped out of bed and tottered into the adjoining bathroom, dick leading the way. The shower door was cracked and long fingers protruded beckoning me therewith. Like a donkey after a carrot I blindly followed.

"Matt wants my pussy all shiny and bald honey. Can you help me? I can't tell if I've got all those little hairs around my lips and bum hole. And WE want to please Matty, don't WE beautiful." She pulled me in as I scurried out of my boxers, all pretense that this imparted tease was horrifying having now fled... as was clearly evidenced by my bouncing rampant dick.

I followed instructions, kneeling at the feet of Dianna the goddess. "What about the tuft still on your mound?" I glanced up at her smirk, before realizing I'd been totally reeled in and landed.

"Oh, leave a little hair there baby, I hate that little girl look, and as long as he can easily see my lips and clit and it feels all nice and smooth for him, I'll be happy. What do you think?" She pushed my head down allowing me to make judgement before handing me the razor and gel.

Okay, so 'faint' was a much understated word right then.

"Um, yeah, I guess it looks more womanly like this." I tugged the little wet tuft she'd left sitting like a small, treed, tropical island. "Um, I'm sure Matt will like it." That was a gasp I murmured barely audible.

"Good boy, I knew you'd like it and if my sweet loving husband approves I'm sure my hunky lover will too. At least I hope so, I really want to please him honey." She patted my head as I went to work on those pesky stray hairs, making sure to open her flower for a close-up inspection. I was fizzing and my cock bobbed like it had a pogo stick shoved up its urinary tract. "Honey, Matty asked if he can do me back there. Would that be okay too?" It took me a moment to work out what she was saying. I was giving a lot of presence to one particularly stubborn little hair, fearful of nicking her frilly labia. When realization hit I nearly shoved the razor up her canal.

"You mean..." I looked up at her as the shower spray swamped my face. I tried to blink but spluttered as my jaw hung on its hinges.

"Yes honey, he wants to fuck my ass, and I know we've never done that, and well I thought I should tell you before we do it."

"You mean you're going to let him!?" I was flabbergasted.

"Of course honey. It's only fair that Matt gets some part of me that's still virginal. I want him to be my first; it's pretty exciting isn't it!" She sighed. "I feel like a bride on her wedding night, it's so romantic."

I noticed she was rolling her nibbles as she dreamily sank her head back against the stalls tiled wall. I dared not touch my cock for fear of losing it.

"Honey, I think I should save doing that, you know, being taken back 'there', until a bit later. Hey, perhaps you could give me away and we'd make a little ceremony out of it. You could hand me over to my lover, and then help lift my pretty dress and pull down my little panties so he can get his lovely big fat cock right up my little puckered rosebud." She was going googly eyed. "Ohhh, I'm getting pretty HOT and WET just thinking about doing that!" My crazed wife began trembling.

I could attest to the wet. Even under the rain of the shower her sex oozed her female juice. It smelt so wonderful. Yes, I couldn't help myself; I dived on in, like a homeless kid at a smorgasbord.

"OOOHHH! Honey, that's lovely." She wailed in orgasm as I went troppo. I couldn't get enough of this wonderful special woman. She knew me, always had I guess. It had just taken a few years to play out, but the moment of inevitability had finally arrived.

I was this day to become a cuckold, and I was unbelievably excited! I shouldn't be... but I was... what was wrong with me?

We kissed goodbye and our finger tips lingered. I felt like a small child on the first day of school. I watched her flounce down the path to her car. She turned, blew me an air kiss, finger waved and drove off. Shit...

The next time I'd see my wonderful girl, my bride, my princess, I'd be her pathetic little cuckold husband. I felt a bit dizzy.

****

My phone buzzed. One glance at the screen had my heart bounce.

>Hi honey. Matt is coming up now. I'm going to give his cock a nice slow sloppy suck, and then we're going to fuck like bunnies before we do our scene. XXX Matty's Becky

Fuck, she was Matty's Becky now...? That was heavier than the promise of the blow job and fuck session! I simmered like bacon in a hot pan for about an hour, working my dick like a banjo, before the phone buzzed again. No message this time, just a picture. But the picture sent tears awash down my face.

My wife was smiling up at the phone camera, her eyes ablaze with lust and her mouth full of huge cock. Another man's cock! His cock! The bastard I despised had his mammoth cock in my gorgeous wife's pretty little mouth and she was beaming. I almost dropped the phone.

It was, shameless to say, undeniably the most erotic thing I'd ever seen! The woman I loved beyond all else, beyond life itself, was presumably smiling up at the man I wanted to kill, stuffed full of his giant cock. It was all too much! Thank god it was a Wednesday and the twins were out. I ran to the toilet ejaculating as I did so. It took me another half hour to clean up the mess in the hallway.

How the hell did it get up there on the light fitting?

****

I heard nothing else all day, and even texted twice, asking her if she'd completed the 'scene'? I was devoid of information and I was silently internally screaming. This was just so intense; way more so than I'd ever envisaged.

And yet, it was easily the most exciting day of my life, my wedding day included. Five hours after having sat at my desk to begin a day's work the cursor still blinked in the exact position that I'd finished up yesterday. I was so stuffed, tired and spent; the latter as a result of multiple copious releases... that I collapsed head down over my key board and fell asleep.

Something was rocking me.

"Hey, honey, wake up. It's six o'clock. The center rang; you forgot to pick up the girls."

"OH SHIT!!" I danced about in a half stupor trying to get my bearings and find car keys and all shit required.

"Hey, slow down cucky, it's all good. I got a call just after they left the message on your phone. I've picked them up and they're playing in the family room."

I managed to focus. Did she just say cucky? I glanced uncertainly at her smiling face.

"Yes honey, you're a cucky now. Isn't that just wonderful!" She twirled waving her arms out as if to fly. Her tiny dress rose under centrifugal force. "He fucked me so good honey. It was unbelievable. I've never been fucked like that before, so deep and penetratingly puuurfect." She plopped into my desk chair spreading her legs purposefully. "I came and came baby, like never before. He used me so hard and I just flopped about like a rag doll. He pumped so much cum inside me, even after I already sucked his cock empty with my mouth." Delilah grinned. "Did you get my picture honey? Was it good? Did I look nasty with that big cock in my pretty mouth? It's really big isn't it?" She grinned up at me and my knees buckled. I was a wobbling jelly, totally at her mercy. She however showed none. "There was so much cum honey that I had to have a shower and clean up. Matt scrubbed me down but he fucked me really hard again in the shower. We were nearly late on set!" The woman, who I presumed to be my wife, appeared all goggle eyed, like being late on set was the misdemeanor, not the fact that she'd just fucked her co-star... and was currently explaining the debauchery to her 'about to faint' husband. "Sooo... under the blankets while we were filming, he pushed his cock-head just inside my pussy as we made out and he sucked on my breasts, and bit my nipple!" She purred in remembrance. "Barry said the shot was so convincing he only needed one 'take', which was disappointing because I was nearly ready to orgasm again, and I wanted Matty to go nice and deep. But Barry said it looked so real. Well, of course it WAS real, but Barry didn't know that!" My silly wife giggled hysterically, talking at 100 mph. "Would you like to see how stretched my poor little pussy is honey? Matty really did stretch it. God..." She went all dreamy, splayed her legs and hitched her dress up almost enough to uncover her temple. "You can take a peek if you want... do you want to see my poor used and abused pussy hole...? But don't touch it honey, it's really tender at the moment. I hope she gets better fast, because Matty wants another shot with her tomorrow, even though we don't have a scene together. He's a bit needy and a bit naughty isn't he honey?"

She was gabbing on almost delirious. Her body was actually shaking, as if small mini orgasms were rippling through her nervous system in continuous sharp spiking stabbing impulses.

I of course was struck speechless. My bloody jaw wouldn't work.

"You can look honey, I don't mind." She patted my cheek and closed her eyes to 'suffer' through another vibrating moan. How intense was this for her...? I'd never seen her in this state of meltdown ever! I tentatively and so very gently lifted her skirt and lowered my head to check out the source of her pleasure. It was a feeling akin to lifting an old wheat bag to seek out a snake. I was shaking like some sneaky bastard had connected me to jumper cables.

I suspected that Rebecca, like me, was suffering through the agonizing beauty of the purest of orgasms, the cluster of which was centralized in the brain, radiating out to every pore and every simmering nerve ending. This was really powerful stuff.

Her sex pouted open, red and puffy and saturated. It literally gaped. I could see that it had been pounded into submission by a monster cock. OMG! I sat there stupefied, holding up her skirt. I had no idea where her panties had gone.

"You can lick me if you like darling, but just gently okay?" She shuffled her bum out so that easier access was granted. You might taste some of Matty's sperm still seeping out, he left buckets up there."

Suddenly the treat lost its appeal. She pulled my head in to her temple and tutted.

"Oh no you don't mister. You'll have to get used to Matty's taste honey. He'll be using this pussy a lot in the future, and I'll need you to sooth it afterward, so no balking."

My brain fused...

Oh what the hell! I dived in clutching my rubber ducky about my waist.

In fact it tasted fine and I feasted gently as instructed. Glancing up my eyes met hers and she smiled, then I smiled, then she giggled and then I laughed and then we both broke up, rolling about in fits of uncontrollable laughter.

It was a defining moment.

And I knew then, that I loved her enough to share her, even if it was with 'him'.

Later that night we were nuzzled together on the couch with the TV muted.

"Honey, I've invited Matt over for dinner tomorrow night. I want you and him to get on. If this is going to 'work' my boys need to 'relate' and be friends. Is this okay, and do you think you can be civil to him?" She whispered gently caressing my hand. The heat of the day had subsided and my anxiety had returned, I could never 'like' a man who had free sexual reign over my wife, but I knew I would just have to grin and bear it. I didn't ever have to 'like' the bastard... just pretend too.

"Okay."

"Good boy. We'll have a nice dinner together and then perhaps you could watch TV or play War Craft or something while we fuck. I think it would be a good idea if you get yourself set up in the spare room. Matt could stay the night that way, okay sweetie?" 

I know my demure soured. She raised an eyebrow, inviting me to explain.

"Do you have to, you know... do it in our bed. Why can't you use the spare bed?"

"Honey, don't be so selfish. Our bed is much more comfortable and it's a king. We'll require room to move about and re-position." She kept up the hand caressing. "And besides, I think it's so much more poignant to fuck my lover on our marital bed. It seems so much naughtier to do it that way, especially knowing you'll be next door listening to us... as Matty fucks my brains out!" She actually shivered. 

I have to admit her sexy slyness was cranking my cock back to hardness, a feat I would have considered impossible given the events of that extraordinary day. She chuckled as she felt between my legs.

"Good boy," she hissed into my ear, "now let's go to bed and you can cuddle me close and dream about your beautiful wife screaming in orgasm as she's bounced on another man's big hard cock."

I tossed and turned during the night, before finally falling asleep once more. My confusion seemed surreal. I was bathed in sweat.

Perhaps it was a slumber induced by my sheer mental and physical exhausted weariness, or perhaps, because I was so sexually sated, that the horror of the dawning realization of a future never before comprehended... had been finally blotted from my poor numbed mind. But whatever the reason, the awakening reality of the next day would soon dawn with the rising of the sun.

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CHAPTER FIVE. DO YOU MATHEW TAKE THIS...

"He's here Kevin! Can you get the door, I'll be down shortly!"

Rebecca sounded a little panicky. I dreaded answering the door but I feared whinging to my wife even more.

"Hi Matt." I tried to sound perky as the smug smile greeted me, immediately followed by the paw crusher.

"Hey buddy, how ya hanging?" Even though the guy's vocabulary resembled a surfie dude, he was always impeccably dressed and tonight was no exception. I invited him in.

"Rebecca will be down shortly, she's still getting ready." I nervously glanced over the tall frame of the man who was now fucking my wife, and who'd reduced me to cuckold status. I confirmed my opinion, I still hated him. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Just a beer man." Of course, a simple man with simple tastes. I fished a Heineken from the fridge. "God, she was a beautiful bride. You're a lucky man Kev."

I walked back in to find Matt examining a wedding photo siting on a side cabinet. He accepted the beer.

"She's a beautiful woman your wife. I'd love to fuck her in that dress. Shit that would be real fine! Was she wearing stockings and garters under there? I love sexy lingerie." He grinned that smirk.

Fuck, he was going to like what she was wearing for him tonight! I'd watched on feeling dizzy but fascinated as Rebecca had attached the garters to those sheer smoky grey hose. The black frilly stocking tops wrapping her toned upper thighs had me panting with lust. Her mostly bared and pouting pussy was framed to perfection by garter and nylon. She'd tugged up the sheer panties over the garters, and I understood the intention. I remember Rebecca smiling down at me; one long perfect leg perched on the stool as she pouting her carefully applied glossy red lips. 'Poor baby, you like these don't you.' She'd purred, running those long fingers down the crackling nylon and the shimmering rustle did my head in. 'But I'm wearing them for Matty tonight darling. He'll get to roll them down my legs and then tug my tiny panties down just before he takes me like an obedient bitch puppy. Do you think he'll like doing that honey?' I just nodded stupidly, unsure which part of that descriptive question 'Matty' might like 'doing', the undressing of my wondrous wife, or the 'taking' his puppy?

The sound of Rebecca's heels clicking on polished flooring snapped me from my reverie.

"Holy shit, you look fine girl!" Matt exclaimed as my jaw fell. My wife was dressed in a body hugging sliver sequined dress that displayed her hourglass to perfection. Her breasts swelled like ripe melons over the bust line and the tight hem seemed to barely cover her bountiful ass. There was a hint of stocking top and her toned legs seemed fucking endless; enhanced magnificently by the slender heels of the red 5" pumps. She swayed up to him and he pulled her in close. Her eyes examined his momentarily, she blinked... and their lips met. His hand clasped the back of her head, entwined in the luscious black of her shiny silky hair, pulling her into his open mouth. He hungrily took my beautiful wife in passionate embrace whilst I just stood there shocked and distant. I hadn't expected this so soon! I'd imagined some talking, some interaction and maybe a bit of closeness, but this was like being hit hard over the head and I couldn't imagine even a sledgehammer coming close to delivering the kind of blow that currently had me reeling! Matt's hand caressed her taught bum. Spread fingers contrasted with the silver shimmering sequins. I fidgeted... and squirmed. Finally they parted, breathing heavily. Rebecca was purring. She snuggled in against his side and the two lovers examined me like a scientist might observe some alien life form. I glanced between the two, unsure of how I should appropriately respond. Rebecca smiled knowingly.




What the Hell's Happening Ch. 04-05



"Honey, why don't you get me a drink too, and we'll sit and talk before dinner."

"It smells great Kev. Did you do the cooking?" More smirk.

"Yeah, it's just a Chicken-Parma and a salad. I didn't get a lot of notice and..."

"Hey bro, it's fine." He squeezed Rebecca in close.

I went for the drink and on return the two were sitting in the love seat cuddled together. Matt had his arm around my wife and they were whispering. Were they talking about me...? I shivered and approached. Rebecca paused in her discussion as I presented her sloshing drink.

"Thank you honey, why don't you sit over there and we'll chat." I followed directions and parked a little too upright and perhaps a little too anxious. "Now, I think Matty should start. Matt?"

My wife invited her lover to speak.

"Kev, I just want to be absolutely sure that you're okay with this. Becky tells me that you're not too keen on me?" His amusement shone.

I shuffled. She'd told him...?

"She also tells me that you enjoy this new freedom she's experiencing. We understand that a true cuckold has these fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality may be very daunting and harder to come to terms with than perhaps you first imagined." He invited a response.

I worked my slack jaw a couple of times. "Yeah, well I never wanted to be cuckolded in the first place." Perhaps I sounded grumpy. "Just knowing that you guys were close and kissed and did stuff together at work makes me boil and seethe with jealousy. I love my wife Matt."

"Oh honey," Rebecca sighed. "I know it's hard for you to accept this, and it will be harder in the future when Matt and I are fucking regularly, but you do enjoy the dynamic... don't you? Yesterday, you seemed so excited and happy for us." She smiled warmly. "Once you become accustomed to our intimacy, you'll grow to enjoy it even more. A part of my pleasure is in knowing how hard it is for you, and how you're suffering in allowing me that pleasure. Matty's a great lover, and he has a beautiful cock. I'll really enjoy him fucking me, and you want that for me. Don't you sweetie?" She was purring like a cat. Matt's hand stroked further up her thigh sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded acquiescence but I was burning inside.

"Yeah, I guess. I want you to be happy but..."

"I can only imagine how you must feel bro." Matt interrupted. "Knowing and seeing another man intimately use your precious wife will be tough man. But I promise I'll fuck her real good. She's got a tight little body and I just love her tits. You're a lucky guy bro." He leaned in and they kissed again; their tongues dueled. I was swamped once more in dizzy fog. His hand traveled further up her smoky hosed leg and slipped beneath the hem of that ridiculously tiny skirt. I tried unsuccessfully to adjust my dick. Rebecca pulled free, and lips smacked but the hand remained, semi obscured beneath the tightly stretched material; tighter than perhaps was necessary due to her now parted knees.

"Sweetie, I need to know now, one final and last time. Is this something you want? You know 'we' want this; that is Matty and I; but if this is too hard for you just say the word and we'll end it right now." She waited as my mind fought a battle it was destined to lose, because my other 'head' would certainly win... had already won. "If you say yes and allow us to become boyfriend and girlfriend, it will mean that I'll NEVER stop loving YOU." She laser eyed me. "I need a man who loves me unconditionally, one who will never stray from me and who will stay true to me, support and encourage me always. Knowing that you are suffering for me, as another man dates me, romanticizes and kisses me and then sleeps with me, with or without your knowledge, is simply a mind blowing high for me. It enhances my libido one hundred fold, and when my new boyfriend is stoking that big cock in and out of my hungry pussy I'll come so hard, and it's all because of you, and your truly selfless sacrifice." She paused as I looked up at my beautiful wife; tears scrolled a crooked track down my cheeks. I pathetically dabbed at them. "This is your last chance sweetie. Do we continue; yes or no?"

My mind was capitulating. A stumpy stiff knight with a red helmet slew the looming dark matter and the battle was done and dusted. Sir Little Head had won...

"Yes." It was a squeak that thundered about the universe, smacking of planets and echoing through black holes. My wife smiled knowingly, turned to her lover and they kissed for about two minutes or maybe an hour. I was so close to detonation a dared not move for fear that the brush of the silk of my boxers would set me off, blasting me off into space.

My beautiful girl was sucking hungrily at his lips now as his hand explored further, deeper, disappearing up under the tight hem of the dress... between her creamy parted thighs. Rebecca wriggled and gasped as her crevice was certainly penetrated. Finally they paused, almost breathless. Her eyes were alight with a fiery passion I'd never before recognized. She seemed glazed as she turned back to me.

"Thank you honey, now let's have dinner and we'll all try and bond. Matty wants to be your friend sweetie. I want my husband and my boyfriend to get along." She jumped up, as he pulled his hand from between her legs. I noticed the smirk as he sucked his wet finger. I knew would always hate him. I feigned another fake smile as Rebecca led each of us both by a hand into the kitchen.

I served and they sat close, chatting and interacting like new lovers besotted. She'd giggle and smack his arm. He'd laugh and kiss her lips. I boiled. When I pulled the crumbed chicken from the oven I considered climbing in. What the fuck had I done?

"Honey, we thought it might be nice if we had a little ceremony later. Before Matt and I fuck for the first time, I would like you to give me away, like it was my wedding and I'm an innocent virgin and this is my first time. Would that be exciting for you?" My wife was now standing in front of me holding both my trembling hands. Those silver blue eyes were reading my soul. "It might be a bit of fun mister, you walking me down the aisle and handing me over to Matty, my intended. I could even wear my wedding dress. Matty says he'd like to do me while I'm wearing it. I think that would be really nice, and very appropriate. Lucky I kept it! Imagine me, the virgin bride, about to be fucked for the first time by her new lover... with her husband's approval." She kissed my lips lightly and smiled. I was going to faint. "You can watch if you want, but if it's too hard... you could maybe just watch some TV?"

I wanted to scream but just blurted out gibberish. "Yeah well, I guess, I mean I'd like to watch you... you know... but It's hardly appropriate... the virgin bride bit I mean."

She just smiled. "No, honey it's very appropriate. This will be our first time fuck together..."

Suddenly my knees went weak. Matt caught me and lowered me to my recliner. I examined my wife's beautiful face as she smiled knowingly, understanding my state of being. Realization dawned. Ever the consummate actress. They'd never been intimate... it was just a part of the journey.

"But..."

"No honey we haven't fucked yet, if you hadn't been so keenly excited to believe in the ploy, you'd have seen that it was a fake cock in the photo; a pretty good fake and not as perfect as the real thing," she giggled and hugged Matt closer, "but good enough to trick you! Matt took a good picture didn't he; framed it just right." She giggled some more. "And yes, while you were sleeping slumped over the computer keyboard, I fucked myself with that same dildo, just to open up my pussy and get you all excited into thinking Matt had just finished using me. We haven't even completed that sex scene yet. Barry suggested we do it last, just so as to allow us time to become more comfortable with each other first." She kissed my cheek. "I'm a devious little wifey aren't I?" The harlot giggled. "You were so excited beautiful, (she patted my cheek like a child) thinking you're little precious wife was actually being fucked by her lover. Matty tried to convince me that you'd go for it; that you'd accept being a cuckold, but I wasn't so sure. I needed confirmation, so I set up the little scam. Thank you honey, I'm so proud of you in allowing us this freedom. Every orgasm I have riding my boyfriend's big cock will be because of you, my lovely boy."

"Thanks man, I'm going to really enjoy her." Matt actually shook my hand. I was still in shock! He did that smirky shit eating grin. "Baby, why don't you go and put on that wedding dress. I really want to consummate our union. I'm really horny."

He smacked Rebecca's ass and she squealed excitedly, kissed his lips and skipped off toward the bedroom. "Shit she's hot bro." Matt grinned like a hyena after my wife's retreating bubble bum. "God her legs are crazy. I can't wait to get them strung up over my shoulders."

"Yeah, she is really beautiful... Huh!"

"Hey man, don't sweat okay. I'll do her real good. Hey, what if you hold her hand the first coupla times, kinda symbolic, you know. That way you'd be saying that you support her and that you acknowledge our union and are giving her your blessing. What about it?"

"Hey man, I don't know. This whole thing is really difficult and I..."

"You could even kiss her while we fuck. She'd like that, you being close and intimate. Come on bro, it would be really nice for her."

"I guess, but..."

"Okay, I understand it's a sacrifice on your part, but think of the pleasure you'd be giving her. Imagine her thoughts, I'm hammering her tight little cunt and you, her precious husband are gently kissing her, encouraging her and engaging her. She'd really like that bro. It would get her off." He slapped my shoulder in perceived encouragement.

Could I do that? Hold her hand or even kiss her while this prick stroked my wife's precious pussy. The thought had me feeling faint again.

"Hey bro, you know Becky is an anal virgin?"

I nodded still struggling for air.

"Well, I thought that tonight I might try and get my cock up there, and like make this a real first. You didn't take her cunt first either, did you?"

I shook my vacant head.

"Shit sorry bro. Yeah, she told me she gave that to some Jeff guy in the back seat of his dads Chevy. So you've missed out on all three treasures hey. She was sucking guys all through high school, way before she met you; quite the little cock slut is our Beck."

I shrugged. I had no intention to engage in the demeaning of my princess.

"Well, I like firsts. She'll be pretty tight in both holes I guess, but I'll soon stretch her out nice and good." He paused and both our heads turned to the slow approaching click of heels on polished timber. Shit!!

My wife stood in place in the doorway to the living room resplendent in white lace, chiffon and silk. The image transported me back to the happiest day of my life. I imagined her slow walking toward me as tears consumed me. I could picture her smile beneath the veil and that gorgeous flirtatious wink. Fuck, my knees started to buckle again and it took every ounce of the remaining strength I possessed to hold myself upright, albeit unfocused.

"Wow girl, you look smoking."

"Thank you Mathew darling. How do I look Kevin honey? Do I look good enough to fuck?" She bloody well winked... just as she did back then. Hey where did the little posy of roses come from? "Do you think Matt would like to put that lovely big cock of his up my virgin bottom?" She bloody well smiled. I just bobbed about like some demented monkey. She was working me good... too good. "Why don't you come over here my beautiful husband and walk me to my lover. You can give me away." She chuckled. She reached out her arms and beckoned me.

Strangely detached feet carried me across a hundred mile void and I found myself arm linked with my astounding bride; only she wasn't mine. I looked up at Matt and shuddered under the rays of that ever present shit eating smirk. He was dressed impeccably in a suit and tie, and then it dawned; that this event was certainly pre planned. We slow walked. I was sweating. Matt winked at Rebecca and I assumed she winked back. That image caused me to stumble. She held the pink flowers two handed in front of her waist and I noticed her wedding band was missing. That precious day was playing out again, only I was not to be the lucky recipient of the beautiful girl arm linking me. She was to be presented by me to another man, a man more worthy than me, a man with an undoubtedly huge cock and a man who would give my beautiful precious bride unfathomable pleasure impaled upon its undoubtedly impressive girth. Images of my darling Rebecca squealing in orgasm, tits bouncing and mouths sucking as she rode her lover... flashed through my sucker punched brain.

I felt woozy.

*****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 06-07



CHAPTER SIX. ONE MAN'S LOSS...

We walked arm linked. I have no idea who was trembling more. I looked up at the big man and simply couldn't speak. He accepted Rebecca's offered hand and nodded at me.

"Thank you bro, and yes I'll take good care of your lovely wife. I'll fuck her real good."

He drew the white gloved hand to his mouth as she'd extended it and then kissed the back of the laced palm tenderly. Rebecca then knelt, as if this was some rehearsed script, right there in the middle of our living room, dressed as she was on that perfect spring day, the image still implanted indelibly in my memory. She reached up, and with dainty white laced encompassed fingers, slowly worked the belt, unclasped the button and oh so slowly... and breathlessly, drew down the zipper... The suit trousers succumbed to gravity. The black silk briefs beneath were struggling to contain the massive appendage lurking therein. I had to take a seat. Remaining vertical was no longer doable. My wife ran her hand gently over the tented bulge, softly fingering it. She moved in close and inhaled his scent, moaning as she did so, before backing off, raising her petite hand to the elastic upper banding and drawing the material out and over the 'cock'. It literally fell into her face and wet smacked her beautiful cheek. My god it was huge! I'm average at best but this thing was in a different league altogether! My wife giggled and cooed like a love sick kitten.

"Oh sweetie isn't Matty's cock just wonderful!" She rubbed it adoringly over her face and wet lubricant smeared her softness. "Hmm, it smells delightful honey. I'll certainly get to fall in love this sweet aroma." She licked the very tip with the point of her tongue. Beneath the sheer veil her eyes sought out her lover's approval, wide puppy dog eyes seeking a master's nod. He groaned. That was her signal. She lifted the cock up against his shirt tails and licked his balls gently, just like the little kitten image I still had planted in my simmering brain. The pink tongue lapped excitedly, and then drew a long wet trail up the underside before red glossy lips sucked over the helmet, taking just the head inside her widely stretched mouth and suctioning hard over the deep recess of the taut rim.

"Sweetie, why don't you come over here and watch me? I think that would be nice, and it might involve you more." My bride held her prize next to her cheek as she motioned me forward.

I wasn't expecting this! I felt a bit weird, being up close and personal with another man's cock, especially this massive thing belonging to my arch nemesis. However, curiosity as they say... I shuffled forward on my detached knees.

"What do you think honey, isn't it just so beautiful?" She slurped over the spongy head. "And it's so delicious as well. If you ever want a taste, just say, okay sweetie?" She smiled as she took another long slurp but kept her big lovely eyes on me. 

I was shaking my head furiously. No way Jose!

"Well, one day you might want to share with me. Never say never darling." Rebecca winked. Another long tongue slide ensued followed by more frantic sucking. "Matty's cock will really stretch my little pussy darling, look how big it is?" She looked besotted and giddy. God, I hope I can take it all!" She swooned and went back to town on her prize.

Matt groaned. "God your good girl..."

His comment just fired up my wife and she started ramming her head down over that presumably tasty appendage. I noticed Matt was pushing his hips into her on each of her inward impalement's, his hands now gripping her jeweled headpiece. He was now fucking my wife's beautiful veiled face, possessed now with rampant alien desire. 

"Shit..." he exclaimed, "that's enough, I'm gunna come if you keep that up babe!"

My wife sucked free, drool hung from her chin but she pouted like a kid denied ice cream.

Matt chuckled. "I know you're disappointed, but I'll give you a nice big mouthful later, right now I want to feel that little pussy clamping down on me. Kev, bro, stand her up and bend her over the couch... and lift the dress over onto her back."

Amazingly I excitedly complied! I was now a burning flaming comet ready to strike the sun! Amazing what a fired up libido will do to your brain! I enthusiastically helped Rebecca to her feet and she even kissed me quickly on the cheek before shuffling about quickly and expectantly into place. Her need was extreme; I could see it in her hazed eyes. Like me, she too was a simmering orb due to detonate. I struggled getting the layers of wedding dress folded over onto her arched down back. Matt just chuckled at my frantic efforts. Finally the pale cheeks of my bride's prime heart shaped bum framed by skimpy white silk panties and suspenders peeked tantalizingly from beneath the gown. She wriggled her ass in wanton anticipation.

"Spread you knees beautiful. I want you wide open. Kev, pull the panties down... leave them stretched across her thighs enough to allow me access."

He nodded when I turned to check I'd done it right. Yes, he nodded and smiled! I was pleased... proud in my complicity. I backed back, admiring the wet pulsing temple of my precious goddess. I could smell her need, I could see her lust. She arched her back down to present her nether region more readily. Matt stepped close and gently stocked over her soaked frilly opening. Rebecca shuddered and then howled... His first touch ignited her. God, she had a lit fuse and this was going to be awesome! We'd fucked many hundreds of times, but I'd never witnessed this depth of wantonness, depravity and need in her ever before. It really excited me to know she was experiencing so much pleasure, and he hadn't even taken her yet. It was like we were feeding of each other's need. Matt shrugged the shirt and tie quickly whist Rebecca moaned in anxious anticipation. My wife's new lover was a solid chunk of muscle and washboard ripple. His chest had a moss deep covering of thick black hair. His dark eyes glowed. He moved forward and my breath hitched as that immensely fat cock-head glazed my wife's quivering pussy slit. She jumped again at the touch, and then shoved backwards in a failed attempt to impale herself. Matt chuckled and slapped her gorgeous ass.

"Settle petal... I was going to ask your husband if he'd like to hold you, and perhaps hug you, like as a kinda loving symbolic gesture." Matt sawed her slit with long purposeful teasing strokes.

"Oh yes please, that would be wonderful. Oh please sweetie, please hold me close. I need you." She wriggled that perfect ass as she gazed dreamily back at me over her shoulder.

Matt indicated my position, kneeling next to my girl. "Good, now hold her hand and support her. Okay?"

I nodded like I was in a trance. Some strange spell had me detached and floating. I was really struggling to function. I looked over at Rebecca's raised ass. The soft pink skin covering that tight bum seemed to glow; whilst the cock pulsed excitedly. The huge head pushed forward and my goddess's labia petals flowered...

For the first time since she'd first worn this dress my wife's temple was sucking another man's cock into its warm interior. Her weeping pussy relented, stretched alarmingly, and finally succumbed as the head disappeared within. Rebecca groaned and shuddered as a second orgasm screamed through her systems, spiking and sparking harshly. I have no idea how nature worked the miracle I now witnessed before me because surely it couldn't fit...

"Fuck, she's tight bro." He pushed forward. My beautiful bride's legs were shaking as she whined and shook some more. He began to stroke slowly and Rebecca growled and arched some more as if that might relive the pressure. Fluids squelched. We all groaned.

What happened after that is neither describable nor worthy of such. To say he fucked my wife's brains out is probably the simplest way to say how it was. For twenty minutes he fucked her... relentlessly. She must have had like a gazillion orgasms! Somewhere amidst the debauchery he got the dress off her. Her frilly bra was wrapped about her neck and those perfect boobs bobbed unfettered as she bounced on him like Annie Oakley. I could imagine her yelling 'yippy I oh', but she was too busy screaming. I tried to hold her hand throughout her 'ordeal'. Finally he blew his load bellowing and cursing. My bride's final orgasm, as he shunted up into her and flooded the doors to her womb... was absolutely awesome! She collapsed over his chest like some discarded rag doll, still flopping about his solid torso as he collapsed over her spent and exhausted. Rebecca was a sweaty sated mess of female perfection. 

Somewhere amidst the interaction I'd managed out of my pants and of course now found myself both sated and messy. Matt had basically fucked us both, and neither of us would ever complain. He picked up my limp semi-nude wife, winked at me and said they were going to bed now. I heard the bedroom door close only a few moments before I rolled onto the hardwood floor beneath me and fell sound asleep.

I was a cuckold. That was now a certain fact. I'd witnessed the occasion. There was no going back now! I'd crossed the Rubicon. My wife had a lover, and after what I'd just witnessed, she would be fucking him many more times in the future. The path forward was clearly mapped.

I woke sometime in the night to cries from the bedroom. My wife was in full orgasm again. I realized the pathetic state of my countenance and decided to clean up and have a shower. I trudged past the master bedroom and stopped momentarily to listen in at the door. I could hear the headboard smacking against the wall.

"Oh god, it's so big babe, your splitting me open. Ohhh!"

"Okay gorgeous, we'll try this again later. I'll lose the condom. There, now spread those legs. Ahhh, okay, is that better?"

"Ooohhh, yeah, more of that babe! Give me that big cock... hard, harder!"

I started to feel dizzy again. I moved down the hall to the main shower, and turned on the cold water, full blast!"

It was a sleepless night. I'd checked on the twins and they were snuggled up fine. I lay on the spare bed listening to the room next door. The shower was running at about two in the morning. I could hear them fucking up against the tiled wall. Holy shit they were insatiable!

"Oh god... Matt!"

"Have you told your Kev that he's now a cuckold?"

"No, oh fuck! No, not yet, oh shit I'm coming!"

"Tell him babe, he'll be listening coz that's what cuckolds do. Tell him he's a cucky!"

"Ohhh... Oh, Matt... ohhh. I'm commm... oooohhh!!"

I shoved a pillow over my head. Was he mocking me, and why was I so hard again? I feared masturbating because if I came again it would just hurt too much. The human male was not designed to come as many times as I had today. It was in that moment I envied all females.

"Oh fuck, that was a big one." She breathed heavily through the wall as yet orgasm subsided. "Now fuck me some more baby..."

****

Five long hours of torture later I was cooking breakfast.

"Hey bro, wow that smells great." I looked up as Matt wandered in dressed only in a robe. He could see my concern. "Relax man, your little wife's okay, just a bit sore and tired. I fucked her pretty much all night." He chuckled. "I just couldn't get enough of that tight pussy. Fuck, she goes off, and that hot box just clamps and spasms! I must have cum in her about eight times! Sometime in the night I had to clean her out so I could fit some more in!" I forced grinned, wondering how much damage I could do to his smug face with a plastic spatula. "Hey bro... Why don't you take her in some coffee and food? It might be nice to comfort her for a while... and re-bond. We're not due on set till noon, so we got plenty of time man." He sat and I poured him a coffee. Yeah, I wanted so desperately to see Rebecca, so I said thanks and gathered up the sustenance.

"Hey..." I knocked and entered. The room reeked of sex. My wife was sprawled out like a starfish on her front and cum was still dribbling from her red, puffy and almost certainly abused sex. "Shit, are you okay?"

She tried to laugh, like a person in pain. "Yeah, I guess I'll live. Shit, I've never been pounded like that before!" She was talking into her pillow, seemingly unable to roll over. "Thank you beautiful, for allowing me this. How are you, are 'we' still good?"

I placed the tray, picked up the coffee mug and sat on the bed edge holding it out to her. Rebecca rolled over awkwardly and I gasped. Her eyes followed my line of sight.

"Oh god, he bit my tits! No wonder their so sore! The bastard!" She laughed and accepted the coffee. "So, other than your obvious concern for me, how are you feeling my wonderful husband? You must me nearly as tired as me. Were you listening all night?" She smiled not waiting for my response. "Was that fun beautiful?" I think I blushed.

"Yes and no. It was hard to take, knowing how much you were enjoying it and..."

"Here, give me a big cuddle." She grinned. I didn't have to be asked again. My beautiful perfect wife whispered in my ear.

"It's all a part of a cuckold's journey baby. From here on in, you'll hurt and froth with jealousy, as my lover, or lovers take me, and use me... But you'll do it for me, because you love me, and I will always love you."

"Um, yeah, I guess but it's just..."

"Poor baby, I know it will be hard, but you WILL suffer for me, won't you sweet pea?"

I nodded as she watched me capitulate, smiling over the rim of her steaming coffee.

"Hey, I'm really sore you know. Would you like to lick me better? You'll have to be gentle though." My wife now grinned slyly.

I glanced down at the sloppy mess oozing from her battered hole.

"It's just Matt's cum honey. You'll need to get used to it you know. It's really quite pleasant." She chirped as if her enthusiasm would settle the rising bile in my gullet. "Come on, do it for me. I'm so sore." She arched her hips upward, as if that act made the whole shebang look more appetizing. Not even close! But then I was bending forward as her long legs shuffled apart. She drew her knees up to offer maximum entry. I was a mere moth, and my flame beckoned... The smell was putrid. Some of this mess had been there for hours! I pleaded up at her with my most effective puppy dog eyes but she just shook her head and thrust her pussy up into my face the moment I looked back to examine the best path forward. The wet smack made me gasp. Stupidly I licked my lips forgetting just exactly what had been slopped onto my surprised face. My devious wife just giggled.

"Is that yummy honey?"

Actually it wasn't entirely bad. The smell was rancid but I could taste my wife's juices, and even mixed 10/90 it was still a taste I loved. So, what the hell? I burrowed in happily seeking my supplements.

I didn't hear him enter.

"How's he doing babe. Looks like he's going after my cum like a baby to a teat."

I popped my wet face up wanting to object, but couldn't think of a smart-ass line.

"Oh yes babe, he loves your cum. We'll have to make sure there's a lot more for him in the future!" They both laughed. 

Hey! Oh, fuck it. I tunneled back in and my precious wife groaned between her giggles. The groans became elongated. I'll bloody well shut her up!

**** 

They both disappeared to the studio just on noon after showering together. I don't think they fucked again, because it was suspiciously quiet in there and I know my poor darling wife was pretty sore.

Anyway, the twins were happily watching Mary Poppins and I was actually quite productive when, at 4:40 pm the phone rang. I remember the time because it was a defining moment in our lives.

"Hello..."

"OH Kevin, it's just awful!!"

"What..." It was my wife but she sounded hysterical!

"Oh honey... she shot him... he's dead!" My wife broke down and from there on it was nonsensical blabber. All hope of conversation was gone. I slammed the phone down, grabbed a twin under each arm and bolted for my car.

What the hell!!

****

CHAPTER SEVEN. WHO SHOT THE...

Arriving at the studio I was impressed by the number of flashing blue and red lights. It was like Times Square Christmas lights on crack. Okay, so this was bad. I was breathing hard. It was a cool night, and although I detested the idea of leaving the kids in the car it was the only safe haven I could immediately think of. I had no idea if there were still gunmen in there or what the hell to expect. My wife was in possible danger! I ran toward the police line.

"Hey pal, whoa. You can't cross that tape." A big cop with an army crew cut held me at arm's length. His eyes looked fierce, like he was not to be messed with.

"But my wife's in there!" I cried somewhat desperately.

"Okay, slow down. Who's the wife?" He produced a list.

"Um, Rebecca Diamond, I'm Kevin Diamond. She rang me and said someone had been shot!"

"Oh yeah Rebecca, the leading lady. Weel she aint got no leading man no more. Some bitch, says she's was his wife, shot him in the head right on the film set!" He grunted. "Dead as a maggot he is."

"Oh my god..."

"HONEY!" The shrill sound of my wife's voice called from the entrance to studio 4. She ran toward me on short steps wary of the heels on damp bitumen. The cop's intercom crackled.

"She's good to go Bruce... We've interviewed her."

"Affirmative." Sergeant Bruce Hansen lifted the tape and Rebecca ducked under.

"What's happened, what ..." I tried to form words as my frantic wife cuddled into me.

"She... Wendy Bell... she shot poor David. Said he was a cheating bastard and shot him in the head! I saw her coming; we'd just done a tender kissing scene together when she ran in waving the gun. David tried to approach her and she just lined him up and shot him!" My sobbing wife was spluttering. She tried to aim the gun at me but Matt dived on her and the thing went off. Then she got shot in the leg and they've taken her away, but we all had to be interviewed as witnesses." Rebecca was talking incoherently fast.

"What about Matt...?"

"Oh poor Matty!" She breathed hard. "He's still being grilled. Can we go home...?" She sobbed more. "Is it okay if Matt comes over when they've finished with him? I think he's pretty upset."

So Matt was okay... That was a good thing...?

"Sure honey, come on, the kids are in the car and I don't want to leave them any longer." I hustled her forward. "Matt's got his car here; you left together this afternoon, so we're good to go." I supported her limp body and guided her to the car. It was a quiet drive home as she sobbed silently for her lost co-star.

After a drink and settling the kids early I joined Rebecca on the couch. "Do the police know why she did it?"

She shook her head. "The cops didn't say, but she screamed that he was a 'cheating bastard' so I'm guessing that was her motive." Rebecca glanced up. "Pretty extreme hey? I know how upset I'd be if I knew you were cheating on me, but to shoot him..." 

She began to sob again and I held her close.

"So what's going to happen now, to the continuation of the show I mean? This is a disaster!" The consequence of the cancellation of the series was a real possibility, the result of which would leave us both unemployed!

"I don't know... can he be written out, or..."

"No, not really, without his character the story won't work. A change of actor mid-season will have the audience deserting us. I think we're in real trouble." I sighed.

The doorbell rang. "That'll be Matt!" Rebecca jumped up and ran to the door. I watched her short skirt flay about her thighs as those lovely long legs carried her. The raven hair bounced freely. I followed along at a tentative distance and when she opened the door I witnessed the frantic desperate coupling. "Oh Matt, are you okay? I was so worried!" He placed a suitcase on the floor and they kissed each other hungrily on the lips as she stood up on tip toes, one leg bent at the knee whilst he held her waist and cupped her bum. I fidgeted on the spot feeling like a third wheel. I think Rebecca must have finally sensed my awkward presence because she pulled back and turned to me. She actually blushed, and I kind of looked down at the floor. "Come on in babe." My wife tugged his arm and led him into the lounge room. "Sweetie, can you find Mathew a beer, I think he might need it. I'm going to run the shower and get him washed up." Rebecca led him along, with him still clutching the suitcase, toward our bedroom.  




What the Hell's Happening Ch. 06-07



He had never said a single word and allowed himself to be just lead away almost robotically.

I actually had to sit down. Okay, I knew this was traumatic and all and I understood that Matt had wrestled the crazed woman to the floor and that the gun had discharged perhaps spraying blood on him. I'd assumed he'd dropped off at his own apartment to change and pick up the case and belongings. But what disturbed me most was the genuine caring affection the two displayed in that moment, and the way Rebecca glowed after kissing him, like she knew her affectionate display was something more than that of just two 'friends'. Okay, yes they'd been intimate, but their sexual acts were, as logically deduced by my fuzzy brain, a long road from 'love'. But what I had just witnessed looked very much like what I'd dreaded most; true love and affection. I heard the shower running and some self-destructive urge within propelled me to the bedroom door. It was eerily quiet for a while and then I heard the muffled cry of my wife.

"Oh god, it's just so big baby... That's it beautiful, stroke me slow and forget about what happened. Oh... Yes baby, that's it, just use me... and make love to me beautiful."

I felt giddy. This was a whole new level of anxiety. I crept back to the kitchen and sourced Matt's beer, and poured two for me in quick succession. The previous fuck session between the two of them had been all about 'sexual needs', theirs and mine, but this new dynamic was light years beyond that. This was 'caring' love and this was real dangerous.

They re-joined me thirty six minutes and twenty seconds later, not that I'd been waiting. 

"Hey bro, thanks." Matt picked up the beer and chugged it back. "Shit, I needed that; been a rough day."

I could only nod. He was right, and I was being possessive and needy. Rebecca was only trying to comfort him, that's all... wasn't it? He sat and she plopped down on his lap and wrapped one arm about his neck. They both wore bath robes, and hers parted to reveal her legs and thighs almost to her sacred junction.

"Honey, is it okay if Matty stays for a bit. He's pretty shaky right now, and I think he needs someone to talk too and to have supportive people around him. Hell, I know I do. Thank god I was running away when David was shot and I didn't see it. But Matt saw the whole thing and that must have been just so awful." She kissed his cheek. I admit Matt looked traumatized. Of course I nodded, as if I had any say anyway. "If it's alright with you honey, Matt will sleep with me, okay?"

Yeah, I nodded again.

"It will be just for a little while, until he feels like going back home." My wife stroked her lover's cheek softly. He moved a hand in under the lapel of the robe and gently moved it around, obviously circling her areola. I think Rebecca sensed my tension. "Sweetie, as my darling cuckold you will need to get used to seeing Matt and me together, like intimately." The hand gently squeezed the tit beneath the thin silk. A thick nipple traced a squiggly pattern from within. "My lover and I do not hold to you. I will not, of course, ask permission to fuck Matt, or to sleep with him or to date him. If we decide to ever spend time away, or go on holidays of course I'll talk to you and see what we can arrange. But my pleasure is not solely dependent on you now my darling, but you must be steadfast in your love for me, and you need to encourage us (she gripped Matt's big hand) in our relationship as lovers. I want you to suffer and hurt for me, and in doing that you will also receive pleasure." She frowned at me. "Is this understood beautiful?"

Shit, this was heavy.

"Yeah, I get that, but like when do we have time together?" Did that sound whingey?

"We'll enjoy each other's company on a daily basis, and we will be closer than ever, you'll see, but I presume your question relates to a sexual liaison." She didn't invite acquiesce. "I have obligations to Matt now. I don't want to ever spoil the freedom and spontaneity we have. It will likely be better if you and I abstain from penetrative sex unless Matt invites you to be intimate with me, or generously allows us to make love as a married couple again on occasion in the future. That wont stop us from being intimate though."

Matt interrupted. Rebecca's robe had opened and her left breast was fully exposed now as he tweaked her long rubbery nipple. "Hey bro, you have to realize that our needs come first now. If I want to fuck this beautiful girl, I don't want to be asking when she's available, or finding out she's fucked you behind my back or anything. Better you come and ask me and we'll work it out, okay bro?"

Shit. I should have jumped up and screamed blue murder. She was my wife! Rebecca's head lolled back and she closed her eyes and moaned as Matt pulled her teat out and stretched it rather harshly.

So I just nodded like a trained chimp. Her pleasure after all was my pleasure... I think.

We ate dinner. Well they ate and I served. I even lit candles to improve the ambiance and I kind of spent more time in the kitchen fluffing about aimlessly allowing them to converse and interact alone... as lovers. I felt like a third wheel on a bicycle, totally redundant and exponentially useless. And yet I continually burned with desire... go figure.

"Honey, were going to bed now, okay? Matty's really tired. Goodnight my beautiful husband." She kissed my cheek. I tried to chase her lips but she pulled back quickly. "Naughty boy! Now you have a nice sleep and we'll see you in the morning."

My goddess swayed over to her man, and they lip kissed passionately before she turned, smiled lovingly and returned to me. She kissed me hard on the lips and I half fainted. My wondrous wife turned back to he lover once more and towed him off toward our bedroom. The door clumped shut with a finality that had me buckling. 

Yes, she knew exactly how to wind my spring.

I lay in the spare bed listening to them fuck. For someone who was 'tired' he sure had a lot of energy! Rebecca was crying out in orgasm, ranting on about how big his cock was and how deep he was fucking her.

"Shit your tight babe!" Matt grunted. "Who owns this tight pussy baby?"

"Ughh..."

SMACK! "Who owns this pussy!"

"Ohh... you do Matt!"

"Say it slut! Say 'you own my pussy Matt'."

"Oh god, I'm coming... EEHHHKKK!!" 

SMACK!

"Oh... you... you own my... pussy ... Matt!"

He chuckled and the head board thumped into the wall louder, and more determined.

I needed more pillows...

*****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 08-09



Are you still with us... Probably not... Perhaps you'd just like to skip forward to chapter 14 and find out What the hell's happening. Anyway here's chapters 8 & 9. Cheers, Arch.

PS. Excuse the editing, still struggling with it on my own... for obvious reasons.

*****

8. IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA...

I knocked on the door with breakfast.

"Uhh... come in!" My wife called sounding somewhat breathless.

I almost dreaded opening the door. When I did enter, regret was confirmed. My wife was riding on top of her lover, but facing the door, like a reverse saddled cowgirl. Her lovely breasts bounced rhythmically, like two perfect balloons set to some unheard jungle drum beat.

"Good morning baby!" She chirped. "Oh, aren't you just wonderful, you bought us breakfast! Come and give me a smooch." She grinned up at me playful, not altering her rhythm. It appeared that the worries of that dark day last week were momentarily forgotten. I placed the tray of coffee and croissants and leaned in to complete my 'smooch'. She offered her cheek as always and my puckered lips slopped wetness from chin to eye socket as she continued to bounce and moan. "Thank you darling, now we need a bit of privacy. We'll be down right after our shower."

I left the lovers to their now regular wake up fuck and wandered down to the mail box. It was a nice morning and the brightly lit sparkling pleasure radiating from my beautiful wife's eyes had warmed my innards. She loved that big cock and my acceptance now strangely pleased me.

The entirety of the mail consisted of three letters, each addressed separately to the three of us and imprinted on studio 4 stationary. Obviously they knew Matt was staying here. I walked back into the house examining my letter. I feared the worst. My wife continuing cries of orgasm seemed strangely distant because I knew I was now unemployed and that realization seemed to take precedence. When the sounds of the shower eventuated I decided to get the twins up and make them breakfast. They seemed as excited by the new day as ever, their innocence oblivious to the thunder rolling in.

"Hey babies!" Rebecca skipped in looking bright and freshly satisfied. She kissed each of her 'babies' on the cheek, careful to avoid their sticky little wet sloppy mouths. I likewise received a cheek peck. Matt wandered in and poured two more coffees. Unlike my bubbly wife he looked utterly fucked! He glanced up at me and shook his weary head. I grinned; poor bastard. My little wife was killing him softly.

He noticed the letters. "What's this?" His eyes told me he knew.

"I haven't opened mine yet. Thought I'd wait for you guys. But I have a pretty good idea..."

Of course our fears were realized. Within each letter lay our redundancy payments and letters of regret. The gossip and fallout from the murder were never going to allow further success of the show, let alone continuance. It had been cancelled by the network and we three, along with the rest of the cast and crew, were now benefit bound. I had scripts for six episodes completed and they were now headed for the shredder and recycle. I was likely the most affected because the payout was never going to compensate my lost endeavor, but it was Rebecca, sitting next to Matt and holding his hand, who sobbed, and I guess that was not unexpected. Matt cuddled her in close. She then extracted herself and toddled around to me and sat on my lap and hugged me tight. It was a defining moment. My wife had sought me out as her comforter, not seeking out her lover. She'd returned to her rock and that warmed me! I kissed her forehead, but my brain and hence my body, seemed unsure of just how to react to this intimacy. It felt like I was encroaching on Matt's girl! 

"What are we going to do honey, I don't have any current job offers and this fiasco will likely spoil all chance of another acting role. Hell, the newspapers are hinting that I was the 'other woman'! I hardly even knew David, other than on set." She sobbed. "We're really screwed aren't we?"

"Hey, we'll be okay. We've all got talent, and sooner or later we'll find work again." I hoped sooner because my mortgage was not going away, and I did not have much in the way of reserves.

"Hey bro, would it be cool with you if I gave up my place. The rents a bitch and I'll have to let it go. I could help out here for a bit with finances and such, until at least I get another job and all." Matt actually appeared a little lost, and that was certainly a first!

"Yeah sure man, we need to help each other through this storm. I'm sure Rebecca would be good with that?" I smiled down at my wife's teary face that had suddenly transformed to 'giddy'.

"Oh, thank you beautiful. That would be just perfect, but just for a short while; just until Matty gets a job, or maybe until Christmas." She kissed excitedly all over my face, careful to avoid my lips, even though I angled about chasing hers unsuccessfully. "Now Matty can keep fucking me any time he likes! Oooh, this is so wonderful!" Of course she giggled. God she was beautiful. 

It suddenly dawned on me just then that it was only February!

****

Life at our place settled for a bit, but the looming dread of bankruptcy kept creeping closer. 

The twins were in bed and it was about 9 pm. The kids were long tucked in bed and Matt was currently fucking Rebecca hard over the arm of the couch whilst I was trying to watch Game of Thrones. She was fully dressed, because it now seemed a 'requirement' that I was not to be privy to seeing her naked, or partly naked... or even slightly naked! She had simply been bent over by her lover, dress lifted and just taken! I tried not to watch, honest, but in the TV screen's reflection I could see her panties stretched between her knees. Her ooh's and aah's were really distracting and it was pissing me off! The only saving grace was that I might be allowed 'comfort' her after they'd finished so I simmered in anticipation while the White Walker charge on the Night's Watch raged before me and the conquering of my Rebecca played out behind.

Then the bloody phone rang.

I got it... the others were currently engaged!

"Hey Kev!"

The voice sounded familiar.

"It's Barry Berkshire mate." Oh yeah, Barry our old director. "Hey how you guys travellin?" He asked like he was fishing for info. 

"Not good Barry, neither of us can get a break. But we're still hopeful." I turned to my moaning wife and indicated with a finger to pursed lips to keep it down. That proved fruitless because even though she acknowledged me with a nod, Matt just started fucking her all the harder!

"Well old cobber, I can't land nothin neither. I got a few buddies in the industry, and some left over crew includin Sally Fielding, in makeup. I was hopin you might write me a script. We could go into production on the cheap, possibly use my place as the set. I got cameras and lighting. Sammy Silverman will do the sound, so watta you say pal?"

"Hang on Barry, what the hell is the story line? Shit, I can't commit until I know what the plan is! What sort of direction are you envisaging? I have no concept what to write unless I know more about this 'idea' and who exactly will be acting in it?"

"Okay yeah, sorry pal. I want your missus and Matt, they've got real chemistry together." 

If only he knew. I glanced back over at the 'chemistry'. The female half, my adorable wife, was on her back hung up over the armrest now, legs flaying about over her lover's shoulders whilst having the living daylights fucked out of her. I realized Barry was still gabbing. 

"I thought you might play a part too, but it's only secondary, and it would give you a chance to direct as well. I want to do more of the production stuff, so you'd be the writer, director and actor. You'd get 30% of the profit cut, 15% to the missus and Matt respectively and I get 40 and out of that I cover all my costs includin the crew's wages. How's that sound man?"

"Okay, but what the hell is the story line, and who's the target audience?"

"Well, where's the biggest money to be made out there mate? And no, we don't have a block buster budget!" He paused expecting me to know! "Porn man, that audience is like huge and untapped. With all of the direct internet streamin now, we can set up a pay to view channel, stream nonstop porn, or porn on demand and if our product is classy and hot, well written and acted, we'll make a killin... shit bad analogy... given what got us here... sorry man!"

"No, that's okay Barry. It's been tough... So you want me to write porn, act in the production, encourage my wife and her... and Matt... to get 'involved' and just say okay?" I paused for effect. "Are you freaking nuts!!?"

"Hey man, think of the possibilities. Have you ever watched porn? It's shit man. Old slutty lookin actresses spreading there varicose veined legs to twelve inch cocks and goin 'oh ah'. It's crap mate! What if we open up a new market, with fresh beautiful actors who can actually act? We write an artistic clever story line, we film more faces than fannies, insinuate sex instead of just pannin in for the close up of rod A inserted in cunt C. Eroticism is brain induced man. People want to imagine what may or may not be happenin. Of course we'll have plenty of money shots, but it will be the anticipation of the shot rather than have it be constantly thrust in your face. Do you get my drift mate?"

The mad bastard actually made sense. Porn was awful. People wanted sex, but I considered crap porn as crude and unacceptable. Yes it did the 'job' but there was nothing sexy about it. But mix in a quantity of artistic merit, add a pinch of professionalism and cap that with some actually talented actors, and you might just stumble onto a hit. Game of thrones had started a TV trend. Of course the story line had to stand up, and I trusted my talents in that regard. I thought back to some of the classics, like the 'Story of O'. Love or hate it, it had artistic value. It kept you watching it and even today, it is still watched by thousands. Who the hell ever bothers to re-watch a sorry porn flick... after you've watched five minutes of some spotty broiler been banged up close? Yuk! You never re-watch it...

"Okay, what you say makes sense, but I don't think my wife or Matt are gunna want to be porn stars!" Shit, how could I possibly be involved in that train wreck? I glanced over at the copulating lovers.

Matt was holding my wife's legs above his head and her bum was clear of the seat as he danced her on the end of his cock like a rag marionette. 

"Do you honestly expect me to write a pornographic story line and then have my own wife and her ex-leading man act that out...?"

"Yeah, it would be cool man. They have great rapport. Most of it would be simulated, we'd just need a few shots of them fucking up close... and like some cock sucking and stuff, but mostly it would be artistic..."

I had a feeling that even he was struggling with the justification. I watched as Matt unloaded deep inside my wife, her hand covering her mouth in a desperate effort not to scream. Matt's face was puckered in agony as his teeth ground.

"Okay man, sounds like a plan. I'll see if I can sell it to the others."

"Cool pal, talk later..."

I fixed me a jack, and smiled. The more I thought about this outrageous plan, the more I smirked. I was borderline chuckling when I entered the lounge room. I mean, I was a cuckold now, and I had actually grown fond of the term. Perhaps subliminal denial still chewed the parameters, but hey! This crazed idea would play right into my cuckold desires quite nicely. Under the pretense of writing a porn story, and having my wife and her lover actually fuck in front of me, and while I excitedly directed the debauchery, I could sneakily present the 'illusion' as classy artistic pornography! Well, that worked for me! And I had a feeling that the lovers would jump at the chance to fuck like rabbits for a captive audience as well!

"Who was on the phone darling?" My 'darling' chirped, delving about under her little skirt mopping up the dripping residue with a bunched up tissue. Matt was sprawled out on the couch with his flaccid appendage exposed and it looked every bit like a slug subjected to a blow torch. Think 'shriveled and fried'. Its owner appeared to have fared even worse!

I had to formulate a softly-softly approach to sell this outrageous shit.

"It was bloody Barry. He rang to suggest some crazed idea that we help him produce 'arty' porn and sell it as pay to view." I laughed feigning the ridiculousness of the proposal. "He wants you and Matt as the stars! Thinks you have a great rapport and expects you to fuck like bunnies every day and make us all a fortune! Fucking crazy as a bat, that bloody Barry!" I chuckled and sat.

Honey's eyes were wide... like saucer dimensional!

"Really?"

"Yeah, the mad bastard; fancy thinking you guys would go for that fucked up shit." Another laugh escaped me. Hey, maybe I was an okay actor!? "Fucking each other's brains out every day in front of camera's and crew and then selling that hot shit for copious spondoola on the internet." I tutted, sipped my scotch and smiled into the glass as I watched the wheels in my pretty wife's head select overdrive.

"Well, maybe it's not so crazy. I mean, we... us," She indicated the sleepy Matt. "We kind of fuck all day now anyway. If we did it and earned money, like that would help us out; right?"

"Yeah, I see your point, but honey you'd have to ride his big cock for hours and just think of all those people watching!" I had the little slut. She was twisting like a worm on my hook.

"Um, I could do it if you want me too?" She pouted.

Nice try. Yeah, turn it on me; make it my decision when you want nothing more than to bounce on that huge pole all day! I knew the exhibitionist within.

"I don't think so honey. It would be just too demeaning for you and..."

"I wouldn't mind really sweetie. What did you tell Barry? Did you say we'd discuss it? Is he going to find someone else? We should ring him right back and tell him we'll do it honey. This is a real opportunity!" She ran at me and hugged me. I cuddled my little sexy minx in tight. Got you my little fishy!

****

We met Barry, the motley crew and the ragamuffin cast of extras, who were mostly adventurous college kids looking for a bit of back pocket cash. Of course Barry only selected the cuties and the guys who could perform. When I say perform, I mean get it up on command and stay semi controlled. He told me that he'd selected his female group, and then turned them back on the possible boy candidates and instructing the girls to perform blow jobs. Five guys made it through the five minute barrier and now had supporting roles. He laughed when he said the competition was 'stiff'. Barry was one of those idiots that roared at his own jokes. He looked and sounded like Dick Dastardly out of Wacky Races; no further description required.

"So, Barry, what do think the story line should be?" I needed some input.

He explained that the story would be contained within a large opulent home, gardens and swimming pool. Yes Barry's place was pretty cool! So I imagined some soap opera kind of format revolving around the three central characters. The extras would be used to expand and evolve different story lines and episodes.

We were together now, just the seven of us; me, Barry, Becky, Matt, Beck's friend Sally the makeup person, Sammy the sound guy and Iggy, (Ignatius Indianapolis Eisenhower the second. True, cross my heart!)... the chief cameraman. 

"Kevvy, I been thinkin. The new hot craze around at the moment is this kinky shit where like you have this hottie wife who basically has sex with anyone she wants but with her husband's total approval, if you can believe it!" He laughed heartily. I cringed and I noticed Rebecca blushed. He stopped cackling himself when he realized everyone else was stone dead silent.

"Um, eh, well, so I been thinkin that you could write this really kinky tale about a hot wife, our Rebecca here, fuckin other men but with her husband's full approval. It's called 'cuckoldin' and you might want to look it up on the net to get a handle on it. There are a lot of, like, rules and strategies and shit, so you might need to do a bit of homework. We need to get the kink right or we'll get all these rubber people and whatnot kickin our asses over authenticity. I'll trust you to get it accurate man." He thumped my jelly arm. Oh god... "So we have you (yes he nodded to me) as this poor pathetic wimp husband. Now you won't get to perform any sex scenes, so that will free you up to just work the script and direct and stuff. But Beck here, she will have sex with her boyfriend lover, young Matt, and other men... and women, because we want to involve all the lesbians too!" The silly bastard actually looked sincere. "So everyone gets to fuck her senseless at every opportunity, all the while her sissy husband is either watchin or wankin, while she's screwin everythin with a cock... or cunt! He, the husband, is in total acknowledgement that she's out runnin amok." He downed his beer looking very pleased with himself. Suddenly I felt nauseous. "So if you write this up real sexy and we do some artsy fartsy shit with the camera, and with you directin... and hey presto, instant greenbacks!" He slapped my back and I nearly choked. I checked the state of my wife and she was bouncing in her seat like a giddy school kid high on red jelly beans!

"So wot you guys think? Crazy hey!"

"Well, Barry, I don't think..." I started out.

"Yes. It sounds great Barry. We're all in!" My wife squealed a little too exuberantly.

And that was it... I would write a porn story staring my wife and her lover... and me. I would write each excruciating scene, and direct each horrific penetrating moment knowing everyone on set was witnessing my humiliating and public cuckolding. I didn't sleep that night, but the horror of my predicament was only secondary to the cause of my insomnia, because my wife's cries of fulfillment were almost continuous until dawn... when sheer exhaustion finally claimed her... or perhaps more accurately him.

My little slut was so giddy and was quite obviously extremely excited about her new career opportunity!

****

9. ARE YOU FEELIN LUCKY...

I showed my first script draft to Rebecca and she just laughed!

"Are you serious? You're supposed to be writing porn, not a sequel to Marry Poppins!' She giggled! "Listen to this, 'then Matt takes Becky into the bedroom and shuts the door. The camera pans onto Kevin's face and he seems anxious. He sits and waits, looking at the door. Time is shown to pass slowly. Finally the lovers exit the bedroom looking happy and sated...' What the...? This is supposed to be porn honey! She tore the page up and threw it in the bin! Now, I want to see what happens behind the closed door. The heroine and her lover are obviously going to have sex. She needs to be stripped slowly and erotically. He needs to command and control her. She will have to kneel and suck his big beautiful cock as the camera moves in for a full head shot. She'll lift the cock up gently and lick his big balls like a greedy kitten and then..." She had gone all dreamy before shaking her head and re-focusing."Do I have to write this for you?!" She frowned angrily. I shuffled uncomfortably. "And the pathetic husband should be shown wanking in desperate frustration... like in reality!"

Okay, I get it! I poured over my script late into the night. The sounds of hard sex emanating from the master bedroom drove me on. I was seething and angry. I feared my public humiliation and open cuckolding, so I had this perverted idea that I'd make them pay at the end of my hard typing fingers. My anger flowed onto the pages. 'He grabbed her beautiful hair, gripping it in his fist as he thrust her pretty head onto his massive throbbing cock'. (Yeah, a bit flowery, but hey, the masses love that shit). 'She was choking and gurgling on the huge shaft but Matt was oblivious to her floundering ministrations'. (The camera will move in close as she coughs and struggles to breathe. Drool and spittle will be hanging from her chin as he rams into her continuously... over and over.) 'Do you like that slut, well do ya slut? Come on, make my day...' 'Yes... yes, oh fuck, use me hard you bastard!!' She screams just before her pretty face is impaled once more. The camera will change to the husband Kevin, who is trying to peer under the bedroom door as he jacks off excitedly whist his slut wife is used like a worthless whore. Matt slaps her pretty face with is wet cock. 'Whose whore are you bitch?!!' 'I'm your whore Master!' The camera shows a close framed shot of her terrified face... 




What the Hell's Happening Ch. 08-09



My fingers were a blur over the key board. I was slashing my sword in furious abandon! Take that you skank! 'He grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, throwing her heavily onto her back, grabbed her legs by folding them at the knees and pulled her hard down onto his massive rod!!' (The camera should zoom in and focus on the harsh impalement. In the background the bitch should scream like a banshee!) The husband's peeking eye should be seen beneath the door as he delightedly witnesses the wife's horrific scream as she's split wide open. Matt reams her abused cunt like a battering ram might hammer the walls of the Bastille. Rebecca cries out and weeps uncontrollably!! 'Take that you wanton slut!!' My fingers were slowing, my fizzed brain started to wane. Somewhere in the recesses I could hear the wail of another orgasm, but I was battle weary now and blackness slowly swallowed me. "Take that you slut..."

Something was shaking. Oh fuck; an earthquake! I tried to jump to my feet and scream 'help... run for your lives!', but instead I tripped over my office chair and fell on my ass! Shit, that woke me up!

"Oops... sorry honey!" The sweet sound of my wife greeted my hazy sleep depraved awareness. I peered up her short skirt and thought I could detect dank pussy! I shook myself awake.

"Wha..."

"You fell asleep honey." She was holding my rabid script. "Now this is much better, just spice it up a little, it's a bit bland. Have Matt hold my tits while he's fucking me, and perhaps he could be smacking my bum while I scream!" She winked and swayed from the room.

Shit!!

Okay, so I had to get serious. I screwed up the babble from last night and headed for the shower, breakfast and a new start.

My beautiful wife sat sipping a coffee, dressed and ready to take the twins out for the day. Now that she was home Rebecca had established a routine with the kids which would allow me to get this damned script written.

I could hardly look at her. She was so goddamn beautiful.

"What is it my husband?" She hummed. "You seem... needy."

I sculled my scalding coffee as if to believe that first degree burns to my tonsils might calm my fizzing anxiety. "Yeah, I guess..."

"What is it honey, you can talk to me you know." 

Her smooth purr calmed me. 

"Well, it's been like a month since we had sex, and with you and Matt kinda doing it all the time, it's really hard and..."

"Oh honey... my poor baby." She cooed. "You do understand that Mathew is my boyfriend and he and I are intimate and exclusive. As my supportive cuckold husband you need to acknowledge that and be happy for us. As I said, I'm not responsible for your happiness. My pleasure is what's paramount, and you should be pleased knowing that I'm very happy right now." She smiled and sighed dreamily, patting my hand like I was a petulant child. "Matt has a wonderful cock and he really knows how to use it sweetie."

"Yeah, I am happy for you, but I guess I'm just frustrated is all."

"So, would you like to ask Matt if you can sleep with me some time?"

Shit, I swore I'd never ask the prick that, but I was getting pretty desperate. So I nodded.

"Matt!" Rebecca called out. "Matty can you come out here for a moment please darling." Thirty seconds later Matt wandered into the kitchen dressed in a bathrobe. "Matt baby, Kevin has something to ask you."

Shit fuck. Maybe I could wait until tomorrow? This was pretty demeaning. "Um, well, I want to make love to..."

"Kevin, that's very disrespectful." My wife tutted. "If you expect a favorable outcome address Mathew correctly."

"Oh, um, Mr Mason...?" I stuttered, she smiled and nodded. Mr Mason smirked. I wondered just then if I could get off a lucky 'knuckle duster' into those prefect white teeth. "Um, Sir, would it be okay, like with your permission, if I could make love with my wife?"

He appeared deep in thought and scratched his chin. "Hmm, and when did you last put that little dick in my girl, what, about a month ago or more?"

I nodded desperately. And anyway my 'little dick' was about average, okay, so it didn't measure up to his, but it was...

"Well, I think that's pretty greedy." He glanced at my wife who nodded in agreement! I know I blushed. Bloody traitor! Gosh, it wasn't like I was asking every day! "Becky and I have discussed this aspect of our relationship. Perhaps it's time to move this forward. You must know, from your studies into cuckoldry, that the 'cucky' must suffer long and extended periods of abstinence thus allowing the wife uninterrupted access to her lover's cock." He stroked is stubbly chin in thought. "You've only abstained for one month, and that simply is poor form Kev. Do you think it's fair on Becky to have to begrudgingly 'put out' to accommodate your greedy needs once a month? She would be more comfortable in allowing you access to her beautiful pussy like about two or perhaps three times a year, but that dependent on your continuing compliant attitude and subservience. Your birthday for instance would be an acceptable occasion, depending on my urges on that particular day." He knelt and tongued my wife open mouth. She kissed him hard in response, as if her libido had been stroked by his words. Matt stood and Rebecca frantically undid the robe's tie. "I will make this exception this one time, but it will be subject to one proviso, that following your 'access' to my woman, you'll agree to being placed in a chastity device. This will help control your greediness and perhaps also focus your mind on the important things in life such as the completion of the script and caring for my Becky and the twins."

My wife was slurping hungrily over the fat head of her precious cock.

"Yes Mr Mason, that sounds fair." What the hell! But I'd quickly surmised that the chastity device was a small price to pay to be able to take back my wife from her lover. The other stuff, the serving and caring for my precious wife and kids, was a given anyway!

"Alright then, at 8:00 pm tonight you may knock on our bedroom door and Becky will allow you to service her, but once only. Is this acceptable?"

He moaned and held my Rebecca's head in place as he pushed hard into her gurgling throat.

"Yes Sir." Prick. I smiled falsely.

****

Tap, tap, tap.

I lightly rapped my knuckles on the door. It was 7:59 and forty five seconds. I didn't want to be too early and seem needy.

"Come in" The sweet feminine voice of my wife called. I complied needily. "Hello my little cucky!" She smiled up at me from behind those sexy reading glasses and placed the ever present trashy romance novel down, page open. "And what can I do for you my beautiful boy?"

I heard the splash of water and swiveled my vision to the door of the adjoining bathroom.

"Its' Matty, he's taking a nice hot bubble bath. I'll be joining him in a minute." She giggled and reached out her hand and her wedding ring glinted. I noticed she was wearing a soft egg blue knee length nightgown. She was obviously bra-less but the opaque material only gave hint to the spiked nipples pressing from beneath. I hoped the apparent arousal was due to her anticipation of my reclaiming her! I took the hand and kissed it softly over the ring. "So, what can I do for you my husband?"

"I was hoping, you know, what we talked about..."

"Remind me my darling boy, what was that again? I'm a bit befuddled right now. I'm so looking forward to jumping in the tub with my boyfriend. He's got a really big cock you know!"

Fuck she was relentless! I grinned and she smiled. I chuckled and she burst out laughing!

"Sorry I can't help teasing you. It's so much fun honey. Do you like my sexy nighty? I wore it especially for you. My boyfriend only ever gets to see me nude, so don't say anything to him, okay? It'll be our little secret." She winked and giggled. God she was cute. "So I guess you're here to fuck me with that big ole cock of yours hey?"

My acquiescence probably appeared a bit excitably needful.

"Okay. I want it from behind. My boyfriend says we're not allowed to kiss, just fuck. He's pretty possessive and gets really jealous if anyone kisses me." I stood swaying precariously as my lovely wife, dressed in her pretty, albeit modest night-wear turned over onto her front and propped up on hands and knees. "Just push the nightgown up a bit darling, just enough to get the little guy inside. I don't want you peeking at my bottom hole. That's only for my boyfriend's use." She wiggled her silk covered bum and giggled.

She new how to play me. I was putty in her hands.

I frantically dropped my trousers and grabbed my rampant fire hose. She edged back in anticipation of my harsh impalement! Her pussy would be on fire and I had the extinguisher! I lifted the fabric with trembling hands. My brain was close to self-combustion! Her wet quivering cunt wept as it pouted up at me... oh god! I inched forward, hovering in place barely able to contain my excitement. I feared detonation on touch and I'd waited so long for this amazing moment! I wanted it to last! I sneaked a peek at her little rose bottom hole... oh god... I regretted that sneekyness instantly! My tip grazed her heat. I shuddered. I could only imagine her immense lust for me at this very moment!

I gritted my teeth, yelled a silent 'yippee I oh, mother fucker', and speared into that hot expectant box like a missile locked!

My wife sighed as she glanced back over her shoulder, holding the page so that she didn't lose her place. "Honey, tell me when you're in, and I'll give you a nice squeeze..."

"AAAHHHH... FUUUCCK!!" I came so hard I chipped a tooth! My jaw locked! I staggered backward, tripped on the rug and smacked my head on the floor. My dick was exploding! The room swam and everything took on a smoky hue!

The beautiful angelic face of my wife peered down at me smiling. "Wow that was fun! Did you enjoy that sweetie?" I followed her motion as she scooped my mess off the floor with her long gloss red nailed finger, and fed it into my gaping mouth. "We'll have to do that again soon, like on your birthday maybe?" She giggled and fed me some more gloop...

My goddess rose and swayed over toward the bathroom door. I propped up onto my arms and tried to slow the spin. Rebecca stopped, turned and swayed back, knelt and kissed my lips. "I love you honey." As she entered the bathroom I was blessed with a brief glimpse of her nakedness as she raised that egg blue nightgown over her head. Her bared back and bum cheeks were perfect. "Hi babe, sorry that took so long. Did you miss me?" The sounds of water sloshing and giggles ensued. I scrubbed the floor with tissues as my wife's first orgasm wailed out. I smiled. That had been the best sex of my life! Yes, my orgasm, if timed accurately, likely took 3.49 seconds, but it had been a month in the making. Those orgasms can't be measured seismically! 

I mentally did the calculation. Only eight months to my birthday. Oh goodie!

****

I have to admit that the chastity cage did focus me. It calmed my libido and the constant reality of not being able to get hard without the excruciating pain of the confinement settled me. I met the deadline for the first episode of 'Becky's Cuckold' and Barry was pretty chuffed; only suggesting minor changes to the script. Yes we'd decided to use our own names just to avoid confusion. I mean with a name like Rebecca Diamond, and the body of a siren, my wife screamed porn starlet anyway!

"Shit this is good old man. I admit your insight into the mind of a cuckold is astoundin. It's almost like your character is livin the life through your own eyes. This is really good stuff and well researched. But won't it be tough on you... watching that honey of a wife being constantly fucked on screen. I mean, even when we're doin the face and head high shots you're insistin that she be fucked simultaneously just to highlight the realism; that's heavy shit my friend."

"Barry, my wife and Matt may be professional actors, but no one can fake a real orgasm. The close up head shots will carry artistic merit, in that, when Rebecca orgasms the audience will know, without doubt, that it's the real McCoy. Veins pop, teeth gnash, eyes boggle and glow. That can't be faked. The sluts 'acting' in porn cry out their fake ecstasy and no one is fooled. It's awful and embarrassing to watch. What we want is the realism and authenticity. Our discerning viewers will expect... no demand, the real thing in all of its wondrous and rapturous beauty. Sex is a beautiful thing Barry and the idiots who have sullied it should be taken out the back and shot! Rebecca and Matt are consummate professionals and know how to keep their feelings and rapport in check. I too am a professional, and I think I can easily handle watching my wife having sex with another man. My insistence will be that it is the real thing, loving, intimate and unblemished. If this wasn't the case, we have nothing more here... than cheap shitty porn!"

Barry slapped my back. "Well done old cock. I agree wholeheartedly. I admire your resolve mate. Hell, I don't know if I could do it. The idea of watchin, and directin a scene, while your wife has sex with another guy, is one hell of a thing. It will be tough and I admire you man."

If only he knew.

*****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 10-11



Hi, I hope you're still with me. This is where things become a little murky. Cheers, Arch.

*****

10. BLURRED LINES...

"KEVIN!" My wife squealed. "Get out... I'm not decent! Please respect my privacy here!"

I balked. "Sorry, I didn't realize!"

Shit, I'd walked into her 'dressing room' (Barry's spare bedroom) unannounced to discuss her very first scene. I nearly tripped over my tongue when I glanced up to find her lying naked on the bed with her bum propped high on a pillow, knees up and spread whist Sally ripped wax strips from her reddened denuded sex. Barry was twirling his dastardly mustache and helpfully pointing out various pesky stray hairs while Matt was holding her hand in comfort and considerately tweaking her spiked nipples to divert attention from the pain of the Brazilian. 

Sally glanced up at Iggy."Tissues please... she's soaking wet... might need a mop." They all chuckled as Iggy handed over the wad peering in to check out said spillage. Sally pulled Rebecca's nether lips apart and dabbed at the discharge. 

I backed out quickly, blushing at my stupidity in failing to knock. But in my defense, the door was open! Shit!

In the first scene I was dressed in flannel pajamas and lying next to Becky in bed. We were both reading and she wore her cute designer specs. I had her scripted to sit with her knees raised toward the camera. This would give the prospective viewer's tantalizing glimpses up under the rucked up pink camisole and at her just freshly waxed labia. She purposely opened and closed her legs as if oblivious to the erotic display.

"So honey, have you ever considered the idea of me cuckolding you?"

The camera slowly panned across the bottom of the bed getting a nice wide angle of us siting side by side and assuredly a good amount of open pussy.

"Wha...!"

"Oh honey, you heard me and don't look so shocked. Would you like me to cuckold you? It's a hypothetical question."

The camera whirred quietly as it zoomed in on my face.

"Cuckolded?" I feigned confusion.

"Yes honey, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. What if I were to take a lover, or lovers? How would you react? Would you stop loving me?"

"Is this like the plot in that bloody book?"

"No Kevin, it isn't, but I'm just throwing it out there. Like hypothetically."

"Just you saying that scares the shit out of me. The mere mention of you being with another guy makes me nauseous."

The camera backed away. "And cut!" Barry yelled on my behalf. "Hey that was great guys. Kev, should Beck be playin with her clit or fingerin herself as we pan past?"

"No, not yet! We stick to the script. This has to be a slow build. We want the audience hungry."

"Okay mate, you're in charge."

In the next scene, set in the kitchen, Beck was to inform her 'husband' that she had invited her co-worker over for a BBQ and a swim in the pool. She is dressed in a short frilly hemmed lacy baby-doll that barely covers her naked bum cheeks. She's wearing a bra, just visible beneath the sheer silk, and Kev is cooking their breakfast.

"So honey, I hope it's okay, but I've invited Mathew over for a BBQ on Saturday."

"You mean that new guy at work, that Mathew."

"Yes darling 'that' Mathew. He's a nice guy and he's new in town and feeling a little lost."

She has swayed over to the kitchen island bench as the camera follows her. She leans over to place her head in her hands; her bum is to the camera.

"He needs a friend and I thought it might be nice if he came over and we could make him feel welcome. What do you say sweetie?"

Rebecca is swaying her ass at the camera as per script. Her pussy would now be pouting tantalizingly between her thighs. The camera kept panning past and slowly zoomed on Kevin's face.

"Well I guess so. I mean it's a bit awkward and all."

"In what way honey? He's just a bit lonely and he's a nice guy. He works out you know, and he's really ripped and fit. I said we had a pool and told him to bring his trunks!"

"Well, that's exactly what I mean. Don't you think that's a bit awkward?"

"No, I won't leave him in the pool all alone. I mean I'll keep him company. I'll have to buy a new bikini though, that old thing I bought on our honeymoon is a bit frumpy."

"So, you want to buy a new bikini to impress this guy from work!"

"Silly man! A girl can't just wear any old rag! And besides I had my pussy waxed on Monday, so I can wear something really skimpy like maybe a thong bottom. That would look really sexy hey?"

"You had a wax!"

"Yeah, you know, everything low and around my bottom hole." She giggled. "I left a little bit of furry hair on my mound though. I like to look womanly when my man pulls my panties down to check me out before he fucks me."

"Show me!" (Kevin's face portrays bright eyed excitement)

"No way, you pervert. That's really secret and private!" (She spreads her legs wider as the camera pans back to take in the eroticism.) "So can you pick up some beer and steaks? I want it to be a special day for Mathew, okay sweet pie?"

The camera once again closes in on Kevin's horrified face.

"AND CUT!"

****

We had to fly and pick up the kids from playschool.

"So did I do okay honey?" My beautiful wife grinned at me from the passenger seat.

"You were amazing darling. You're such a beautiful and talented actress. And so sexy."

"Ooh, thank you sweetie. I'm so happy and horny right now. God I can't wait to climb onto Matty's cock when we get home. Did you see me showing off my puss to the camera!?"

"No, but I could imagine it. I can't wait to see the playback!"

"You're so naughty and such a perv. I'm going to ask Barry to ban you from the reviews. I really don't want to spoil you. If you aren't allowed to see me nude at home, then I think the same deal should apply at work. I think that's only fair baby."

I pouted and she giggled. "You know it's for your own good sweetie. It will be too painful for you to get excited all locked in that cage. So, yes, I'm sorry, but you won't get to see all the naughty bits." She appeared resolute and crossed her arms over her chest.

"But I'm the director! I'll have to watch Matt fuck you when we get to the good bits." Did I sound a tad desperate?

"Barry can direct the love scenes, but... I'll tell you what; if you go naked and wear your little penis cage in the scenes where your character's watching Matt and me fucking, then you can direct... okay?"

"But that will be really humiliating! The whole cast and crew will see me in the bloody thing!"

"Yes sweet pea, but just explain that it's a part of the culture, and that you're looking for that 'authenticity' you go on about so much."

Shit, this was fast becoming a nightmare! The cage was more a tube that attached to my scrotum via a tight ring. I mean, for god's sake, my balls would be swaying in the breeze like hanging fruit! I could just imagine the chuckles and finger pointing. And pretty Sally would see me too! God, she would be attending to my makeup, snipping the hairs off my balls with little tiny scissors and chuckling under her breath! Oh goodness... 

EEEHHH...!!

I felt myself ejaculating in my pants as I tried to negotiate the peak afternoon traffic. My vision hazed and I almost rear ended a truck! Have you any fucking idea how painful it is to come when squeezed inside a plastic tube trying to negotiate the afternoon peak?

"Hey, be careful!" My wife looked at me curiously. "You just came in your pants didn't you, you naughty boy."

I shook my head in denial but I couldn't talk. I had no air in my lungs. She examined the spreading wet spot at my crotch.

"You bad little cucky! I'm going to have Mathew put you over his knee when we get home. That's just disgusting!" She excitedly clapped her bloody hands!

God, could this nightmare get any worse!

****

Evidently the answer was yes! I actually sobbed tears as he laid into my squirming naked bum. Of course I said there was no way I was subjecting myself to that fucker and the certain humiliation therein, just because my hot pretty wife said I 'needed to repent', (her words) but the promise of the withdrawal of my birthday presents for the next millennium was just too much to bear. Better just get it over with!

"Good cucky, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She hugged me close as I kind whimpered into her bosom. Okay, so I played it up a bit. "No more unauthorized ejaculations unless Mathew says so; okay?"

I nodded, still feigning my whimpering. Well it bloody did hurt. I marched away, head high and bum glowing and they both chuckled at my apparent distress.

Inside I was fizzing. There was something wrong with me.

"Hey, don't look so glum mister." Rebecca smiled, then walked over and sat on my lap and lip pecked my forehead softly. I'd just finished my dinner, eating alone in the kitchen as usual while they laughed and chatted over the meal I'd prepared. "I know that punishment was tough on you, but you did deserve it, so what's worrying you darling boy?"

"Nuthin... well, tomorrow and... you know having to wear that cage... like in public." I sounded so pathetic.

"Hey, you don't have to do it. Barry can direct the scene. I mean really, it's only Matt fucking me. It doesn't really require that much direction. You can just sit in Barry's study and listen." She planted another kiss on my bowed head. "If you do decide to wear it, you can actually watch us. Wouldn't that be exciting darling? And I promise we won't say anything or make fun of you. We'll just explain that wearing a chastity device is just a part of the 'cuckold kink'. Okay?"

I nodded, but something told me this was not going to be good.

****

"Holy fuck, you're kidding me!" Everyone was screaming with laughter. Barry had to sit and I thought his heart might give out! "Wow old cock, that's really fucked up. So these poor bloody cuckolds have to wear that thing! Man, that's heavy!"

Sally was giggling and blushing as she knelt in front of me to examine how the 'thing' clung to my blue balls. She tapped each ball sack like she was checking if the egg was boiled. I think they were more frozen than boiled! Sally glanced up wide eyed.

"My god Kevin, this thing is way cool. So how would the poor bastard wearing one of these ever have an erection!?" Sally was helplessly giggling now.

My wife, still drying her eyes from having cracked up for the ten minutes following her announcement that I had something to show everyone, and then sneakily yanking my pants down, now interjected still half sobbing with uncontrolled mirth.

"That's the point Sal, he can't get it up, not without experiencing extreme pain and a heap of fucking agony, so his dick just shuts down all desire to push up a hard-on!" She broke down again.

I glowed hot and bright.

Once everyone finally regained composure, I grumpily sat on the chair beside the bed. At least I was to be included in the bedroom scenes, but the cost had been great! So much for my rotten wife's softly-softly approach! Fuck me!

Then she winked...

****

"And action!"

"Honey bun, can you get the door; that must be Mathew."

"Sure darling!" Kevin called back to his still dressing wife.

"Hi, you must be Mathew, welcome. I'm Kevin, Becky's husband." Kevin invited Mathew inside.

"Nice to meet you Kevin, Becks has told me a lot about you. Nice place!" They shook hands. Kevin perused the big man and was awed with his bulk and power.

"Can I get you a drink? A beer, or perhaps a scotch?"

"Just a beer thanks Kevin. Hey, thanks for inviting me. Your wife is has been a good friend to me and she's made me feel real welcome in what is a new environment for me."

Both heads turned as Becky clicked into the room. Kevin's jaw dropped! His beautiful wife was just simply stunning. Shit, the hours she'd spent pampering, primping and dressing had certainly paid dividends. She wore a short flowing sparkling white dress that presented her generous cleavage to its best advantage. She was obviously bra-less because the shaded shape of her barely covered areolas and tight nipples beckoned closer examination. The unfettered bounce of those full orbs stole his breath away. God, her bared legs seemed endless and the white 5" pumps accentuated the tautness of her calves and toned thighs. She was a truly beautiful woman. Becky flicked her raven hair behind one ear and smiled at Mathew.

"Hi babe, good to see you could make it!" She moved in.

"Hey beautiful, wouldn't miss seeing you for the world. You look stunning!" They kissed on the lips! Kevin reeled back and sat on the chair looking dumbstruck.

"So, better than in my work suit?" She spun to enable him full appreciation of the 'package'.

"Hell yeah, but you look good in a skirt and jacket too!" He grinned looking hungry.

"Clever boy, you know just what to say to a girl." She kissed his lips again! "Now, has my husband been looking after you?"

"Yes, he's a great host; he's given me everything I need." He turned to the stone frozen Kevin. "Thanks bro, this is real fine." He raised his beer. Kevin wasn't sure if he was saluting the cold drink or the beautiful woman fawning all over him. He glanced forlornly at his impeccable wife and she winked and turned back to Matt.

"Hey, would you like a tour of the house?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Kevin, can you get us some more drinks. I'll just show Mathew around for a bit. We'll be back soon."

Kevin was too shell shocked to reply. He watched the two leave the room, a large hand was placed over his wives swaying bubble bum. God that dress was short. He tried to breathe.

"So, is this the nooky room?" The male voice called overly loud out of picture.

The female just giggled.

"AND CUT!"

****

At lunch Kevin had to excuse himself. He had to get out for a while. It was either that or locate some bulk cutters. The conversation between Barry and the two 'lover' actors was just too much to bear.

"So, when we start the scene by closin in, and as you take his cock in ya mouth we want to see that 'light' in ya eyes, and keep them focused up on his face. This will show the audience how you worship his cock and really want to swallow his cum when he erupts inside your mouth and throat."

"Okay, but what if Matt comes on my face instead, wouldn't that be more erotic. Guys like seeing a girl's pretty face all messed up with stringy cum hanging from her nose or hair."

"Yeah, I think that would be pretty sexy!" Matt chirped in. The two co-stars excitedly kissed upon agreement. Barry nodded his.

"All right then, if ya think that would be better. We'll have Sally pay a lot of attention to your make-up so's it's perfect. We'll get in pretty close; to get the full effect of the splashes." Barry was making frantic notes.

"Okay, but keep the camera rolling after he squirts." My wife stated excitedly. "I'll lick some of the goo off my lips and even finger a bit into my mouth before I suck his cock nice and clean."

"Excellent..."

That was when Kevin stumbled out of the room. He wondered absently how deep the pool was, and if he could remain on the bottom holding the drain filter cover... until he had to breathe!

He didn't know how much more he could take, and yet he wanted it all...

****

11. FADE TO BLACK...

Kevin walked out onto the pool deck feeling tight chested. His wife had disappeared into the bedroom a half hour previously with her new 'friend' from work. Kevin was scarcely functioning.

In the bedroom things were definitely functioning!

Becky was on her knees in her pretty party dress. She was licking the underside of Matt's huge erect cock worshipfully and looking up into his eyes like a besotted kitten. The hunger in those eyes reflected true wonderment. Her pink perfectly manicured nail tipped fingers stretched halfway around the veined shaft as she held it aloft and worked a fat nut into her wide open matching pink glossed lips before licking over the sack and sucking on the second orb, only to then draw her tongue slowly up the shaft once more. Becky made a show of trying to force her mouth over the fat purple helmet. She doused it in saliva and then erotically rubbed the spongy head all over her beautiful flawless face, smudging her makeup and eyeliner.

"Hmm, suck it down baby. Just think of hubby out there all anxious and hurt, not knowing what we're doing." Matt chuckled.

"Oh fuck Matt, this is so hot. Do you think we can really cuck him?" She sucked down over the shaft exaggerating the slurps.

"Hell yeah, I could tell when I first laid eyes on him. He's a cuckold in the making. But I want to fuck you for the first time in front of him okay doll. He needs to be hit right between the eyes. He'll be so stunned he'll have no idea what to do. Once I've shot my load up that hot little pussy, you will need to console him and thank him for allowing it to happen. He'll have this perverted notion that he allowed it all, and that he's in charge. Then we'll just tell him we're going to bed, and leave him to stew for the night. Trust me he'll be all over you tomorrow, worshiping you and running about after you like a besotted child. You'll have him eating out of your hand baby."

"Oooh, this is so exciting!" She really started in on the cock then, lapping and sucking and keeping her eyes fixed up on her lover. Matt started to moan. He bent and tugged the beautiful girl's tits up and out of her pretty dress. They bounced and wobbled in tune to her application, the tightness of the stretched fabric distorting their shape, pushing the twins up and lewdly outward. He twirled her long rubbery nipples with thick fingers and the gorgeous creature contentedly groaned around her mouth full of delicious cock.

Matt groaned deep. "Oh shit, I'm gunna come baby... I'm ... coming!!"

Becky pulled back off the head with a pop, and furiously pumped the wet shaft like she was plunging a blocked drain.

"Oh fuck!!"

Hot thick semen splattered all over her pretty face. Those large worshipful silver discs peered up lovingly as goo roped out onto her thick black eyelashes, her petite nose and glossy silk hair. A second blast hit her pink lipped mouth and a glob clung to an ear lobe and oozed down the oscillating earring impregnating the little white pearl insert with a similar colored opalescent. Shot after shot smacked her face, but those eyes remained resolute. Finally the bombardment ceased. The darling girl smiled from beneath the slop, licked her wet plastered lips and pushed two trails of thick gloop into her pouted mouth and swallowed smiling up like she'd been fed pure ecstasy.

Her eyes shone with pride and recognition. The recognition a submissive might bestow a Master. Her lips opened seductively, her little tongue extended and soft pink tissue gently lapped soft wet tissue. The cock bounced gently as she lapped the oozing cum from the tip, burrowing in to the little hole seeking that wondrous sustenance, before she completed her final act; the act of submissive cock-cleaning.

****

Matt was propped at the pool edge, head above water but body beneath. Becky's entrance through the sliding door dressed only in a tiny white bikini top and thong defied description. My god she was stunning. His cock twitched in anticipation.

Sally had done a great job of cleaning her and reapplying her minimal makeup. The raven hair bounced shiny and free as she swayed cat-like across the patio.

Kevin lay on a recliner and his eyes too followed the siren. She smiled as she padded past him, continuing on to the pool edge where she propped one hand on waist and raised her sunglasses to Matt. Kevin's poor dick hurt real bad.

"Hey babe!"

"Hey back. Come on in the waters fine." Matt grinned up at the exotic creature. He drank in her beauty; the tiny triangle of cloth covering that delightful cunt; the full breasts attempting to escape the confines of the top. He knew he'd be fucking hard and deep inside this erotically perfect woman real soon and that thought had his heart racing and cock standing on end as blood pumped hard and fast through bloated veins. He glanced over at her husband who only had eyes for his beautiful wife. How could a man allow his life partner, a creature so perfect, to be taken and used by another?




What the Hell's Happening Ch. 10-11



"Don't mind if I do handsome." Becky cat-walked to the pool steps and entered the water like Halle Berry exited the ocean in that Bond film. If Matt's heart beat any faster he'd surely die today... not another day! He moved toward her, as she moved to him. Her eyes were simply glowing. Lips met; soft perfect hot lips. Her scent numbed him, her tongue sought his. She pulled back briefly, glancing over at her besotted husband who was sitting stiffly upright. Matt smiled inwardly knowing how much pain the sorry bastard was in right now; as the poor man's excited dick surely strained for release. Becky just smiled at Kevin before turning back to face her lover. Matt could smell her passion. Lips met again and this time they sucked each other passionately. Beneath the water Becky had removed Matt's rampant cock and she was stroking it slowly as their tongues dueled. Their desperation was real and glowingly evident. The insistent hand was rubbing his cock-head over her crotch. The fabric of the thong succumbed to her strokes and shifted sideways allowing her to rub the head up against the soft flowery folds of her labium. As they continued to kiss she rose up and wrapped her kegs about his hips and his pulsing cock entered her; but just the head pushed past the tight ring of her entrance as she held steadfast with legs locked about his waist. They continued their passionate embrace, the penetration hidden beneath the shimmering blue filtered water.

Becky was humming like a bird. Every fiber of lust within pinged like a million Chinese acupuncture needles had been driven deep into every exposed nerve ending. She clung to her lover, wanting to just impale her screaming pussy downward, but she quivered in place as the fat spongy head grazed over her g-spot and spiked hard and deep into her big sexual organ, her sparking and spluttering brain. You see the orgasm that was about to destroy her wasn't primarily due to Matt's wonderful cock stretching her cunt. No, it was because HE, her husband, was watching her, suffering for her, desiring and desperately wanting her, whilst another man's cock worked her entrance and would ultimately gently... or harshly, stroke her to completion. That image was firmly implanted in her brain, and that was what was about to drive this orgasm interplanetary.

She knew her husband knew exactly what she was feeling. She was panting and oscillating gently on the invading cock. Kevin was watching excitedly... and he appeared pale, almost grief stricken. He was suffering for her, and that drove him, just as it drove her.

She sucked off Matt's lips, angled her head to the heavens and howled to the moon. Merely converted to jelly, she flopped downward... hard, and the cock speared into her depths clanging into her cervix. Becky howled again and reality faded to black.

****

Later they were having dinner together when reality kicked back in.

Both Becky and Matt were dressed only in their swim wear and Kevin wore a t-shirt and lose-fitting shorts that covered his poor caged dick.

"Hey Kevin, this steak is really mooing!" Matt popped another square of juicy red meat into his mouth.

"You asked for it rare." Kevin replied a little pissed. He'd cooked; they'd chatted and laughed!

"Yeah, this is just how I like my meat, hot, red and rare!" He chuckled and Becky giggled.

"I like mine more well-done, firm and juicy!" She giggled some more and leaned over to kiss Mathew. Kevin looked down at his food feeling humiliated and small. Why didn't he object to what was obviously transpiring here. His wife was kissing this prick right in front of him, and yet he said nothing... did nothing! He should be punching the guy right in the nose!

"So, you like your meat well done?" Matt smirked, directing the question at Beck but glancing at Kevin.

"Huh huh."

Matt stood and faced Becky. Kevin felt an icy chill. Beck's eyes shone like stars. Matt shimmied out of his swim shorts. His massive heavy trunk fell forward to the horizontal plain, the base unable to support its tremendous immensity. Becky giggled. Kevin just stared and felt faint.

"Is this well done?"

"Um, yeah!" She glanced over at her husband a little shyly as she reached up and wrapped the shaft with both petite hands and moved in close. "Honey, is it alright if I taste Matt's steak. It looks really juicy!" The weeping tip hovered within tongue range.

Kevin's voice box croaked and his eyes glazed. Hell no! Stay away from that thing! His head nodded a minuscule movement but it was enough to be recognized.

Becky smiled and mouthed 'I love you'. Her tongue snaked out and flicked the pre-cum off the head like an echidna might lap at an ant.

Kevin watched the ensuing hungry sloppy blow job mesmerized and shocked. His face conveyed true horror. As Matt rammed his wife's head onto that cock, face fucking her with needy abandon, Kevin truly felt dizzy, and as Matt ejaculated down his wife's pretty throat the pain evidently became too intense and Kevin ran to the sink... and pretended to throw up.

****

Sally tutted over Kevin, wiping his sweaty face and consoling and cooing that he was doing so well, and said she had no idea how he could bear watching such a thing as his beautiful wife being face fucked like that, but that he was a true professional for going through with it. The beautiful makeup girl kissed his cheek softly.

"Now, we are going to have to tidy you up mister." She smiled, knelt and quickly tugged down his shorts! The cast and crew had gathered around concerned for his Kevin's welfare following his collapse back into his directors chair. "Now, just sit back and place your legs up over the chair's arms."

Kevin looked at her aghast! He was frozen in stilted horror, and still feeling a bit weak. Sally nudged him backward and he almost fell back off the seat.

"Barry, Iggy, can you hold his legs, up and back against his chest. I want to clean up his groin and wax his hairy balls. If we do the close up on the chastity cage and his poor throbbing trapped cock, then we want him clean and his balls nice and tidy." Sally directed proceedings as Becky looked over her shoulder inquisitively. Matt had his arm around his pretty woman's waist and his fingers delved inside the small triangle of white bikini cloth and gently sawed over her wet slit as he kissed her soft neck. 

Becky was buzzing like a bee on pollen.

Kevin was squirming like a worm. What the hell happened to HIS privacy? Ooch... fuck! "Hey that hurt!" He tried to wriggle free but large male hands held his ankles in place locked over his chest. Another hot wax strip was placed and ripped free. 

"WHOOO!! Shit!"

Barry peered in. "Hey mate, this is a pornographic rom-com, not some horror flick starin the 'Hairy balls from the black lagoon!"

Everyone laughed!

Kevin howled again as Sally excitedly tore another strip, ripping the hair from around his ass hole.

"Oh you big baby, women have this done all the time!" Sally tutted. RIPPP!!

"AHHHHH!" Since when did women have their balls torn off! "AHHHHH!"

****

Kevin sat demurely on the seat opposite the couch where his gorgeous wife sat beside her work colleague. They were holding hands and kissing. Kevin was desperately clinging to what was real.

Matt backed off. "Hey baby, why don't you go put on something sexy for me?" He smirked over at Kevin who had quickly diverted his eyes.

"Sure baby, I'll be right back! Hold that thought." She gripped his bulging crotch and giggled like a school girl. Matt moaned. Kevin winced. His own cock was screaming.

"That's one sexy momma you got there bro." Matt rubbed his bulge, his eyes alight.

Kevin's breathing was fast and shallow, as was now the norm.

Becky returned minutes later, swaying into the room on 5" red heels and wearing a short black sheer chemise that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her bared breasts bounced gently beneath the semi-translucent silk and a darker opaque hemmed band shielded the certain knowledge of the existence of panties.

"Wow girl, you look hot!"

"Why, thank you Mathew darling! I'm glad you approve." She did that leopard walk to her besotted friend.

"Fuck your sexy. Turn around... hmmm, and turn back to me. I love your tits."

"You always say just the right things."

"Are you wearing panties?"

Becky shook her head, pouted and stuck the tip of her finger against her glossy lips.

"I want to see your beautiful pussy baby." He smiled and looked excitedly down at her camouflaged crotch area. Matt then leaned forward and began to raise the dark banded hem.

Becky squealed. "Baby, my husband is just there! He'll see!"

"So?"

"Well I don't want him seeing my little pussy!" She frantically held the fabric in place over her bum cheeks as Matt lifted the front up nice and high. She turned to eye Kevin who was seriously pale. "You can't see anything can you sweetie? She looked anxious. Kevin shook his head appearing distraught knowing full well his wife's boyfriend was appreciating the view!

"Fuck, this is one pretty little cunt Kevin!" Matt's fingers explored her wet cleft. "I like the little tuft of hair... real sexy man." He smirked at the husband and extended his hand. "She's soaked!" Becky shuffled her feet a little wider to allow him better access, but remained steadfast in holding the rear of the fabric in place, desperate to deny her husband any sneaky peeks. She was squirming and imagined being shortly drilled by Matt's huge weapon. Three fingers drove up into her and wet sloshy noises filled the room. Moisture rained down from between her splayed thighs as she arched seeking further fulfillment. Matt stopped just before she peaked and Becky audibly moaned in frustration. "Hey Kev, I think we'll go to bed now; this little wife of yours needs a my cock in her real bad bro." He rose and placed his arm around Becky, more for her support than his need to cuddle her. "Thanks for dinner man, and nice place." They moved off toward the bedroom and Kevin heard his wife giggle.

He head swam, his knees folded beneath him. He was sweating profusely.

Fade to black.

*****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 12-13



Yeah, I know about the editing issues. I'm trying hard, honest. Thanks for persevering, cheers, Arch. The light dawns...

*****

12. LIGHTS, CAMERA...

"Kevin, come here baby!" Kevin jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom. His beautiful hot wife beckoned.

She was sitting on the bed passively sucking Matt's cock. Her mouth was full so Kevin waited politely.

"Kevin sweetie?" She puffed as she eased free. "I have a little present for you. She nodded to the dresser where a package sat. "I purchased a penis cage for you last week in anticipation of today. I want you to go into the bathroom, fit it to your little man, and come back out here and show us how cute you look. If you wear your little device we'll let you watch us fuck, okay darling?" She chirped gaily but didn't wait for acquiescence, just gobbled back over her fat cock and bobbed happily, staring up into Mathew's eyes... seemingly lost in lust.

Kevin picked up the package like it was a nuclear isotope, and carried it into the bathroom with outstretched arms. The door closed as Becky began to earnestly attack Matt's balls with her tongue. 

Kevin felt so humiliated and pathetic as he re-entered the bedroom naked and caged. He didn't have to act this bit.

Becky sat back, still grasping the cock. "Oh, look Matty isn't he cute!"

Matt laughed. "Baby, that's pathetic!"

"Oh don't be so cruel. I think he looks very pretty. Come here sweetie pie."

Kevin hobbled forward as if in leg irons. He wanted to crawl under the floor mat and hide.

"Let me see darling." She picked up the limp clear-plastic encased dick by just using her forefinger and thumb then screwing up her face as if it was all a bit too disgusting. Becky held it aloft for some time as if mesmerized, then just let it go, sighed and turned back to the monster shaft she'd not ceased stroking since her husband slunk into the bedroom. "Okay, just sit there and keep very quiet unless otherwise instructed." She reinstated her slurping, seemingly dismissing him like an annoying bug.

Becky was an excellent actress.

Kevin backed up and sat heavily into his chair. He appeared seriously de-oxygenated, breathing heavily.

"Okay baby, I think that might do it. Let's get you nicely fucked now!" Matt hissed, obviously close.

Motor winders whirred.

"Oh, goodie!" Becky bounced onto the bed excitedly positioning on hands and knees and wiggled her naked bum. The short chemise offered no covering to her pouting sex. Mathew chuckled at her enhanced exuberance, shuffled her back to the bed edge and stroked his fingers up over her soft wet hairless cleft.

"What do you want baby?" He chuckled.

"Cock!"

"You want your husband to fuck you?"

"God no, I want a cock!"

"Is this what you want baby?" Matt ran his fat head hard down through her glistening folds.

"Ohhh, yeah!" Her hips followed the tracing head, searching desperately for impalement. 

"Greedy slut! Now pray nicely, and thou might receive."

"Oh please Matt, stop teasing me and just drive that thing in deep baby. I need fucked so bad!" She was starting to sound hysterical. He used his big hands to open her ass cheeks wide, making sure that her entire secret was openly and vividly displayed. Her little crinkly rear hole pulsed in tune with her desperate clit and aching vaginal tunnel. Matt held her wide and she arched her back downward, forcing her bum higher to offer better vision and access. Mat just grinned.

He'd tried to fuck her ass previously, but she was too freaked out. He knew he'd soon be reaming that tight hole for the first time ever and her husband would be watching. In fact the poor bastard would be participating in his beautiful wife's public and final deflowering. He shuddered at that thought, pressed hard and quite simply and mercilessly rammed the fat shaft to the hilt! 

Becky's knees lifted from the bed and her shrill operatic cry was wonderful, like a sweet sonnet to his ears.

Kevin practically fainted, and it was no act. The realism displayed on his face was perfectly framed. He felt that impalement deep down in his own soul. He sat glued, shuffling about in an attempt to attain unrestricted vision of his wife's public debasement. He knew his face was a pale mask of dread, there was no 'act' involved there... and yet he basked in the performance played out before him.

Matt rammed continuously and the bed shuddered and strained beneath his onslaught. Beck was whimpering and crying. Actual real tears scrolled down her cheeks. They were tears of pure joy. She'd never been fucked like this before! Displayed and opened, used and fucked like an object worthy only of hard and sustained abuse. She was a mere sex toy now, just a worthless thing used for the purpose of stimulating a cock. The fact that people shuffled about and camera's whined only drove her further down that path of self destruction. Her brain was about to explode. Her body shook. She knew with certainty that this 'one' would kill her. Her beautiful husband would witness her screaming demise staked fatally over the end of another man's enormous slamming cock... and that vivid thought finished her...

Matt was seeing stars. His teeth hurt. His back arched. He was driving into that hot tight hole so hard all sense of reality had fled. He was a just a huge hammering cock now, hell bent on destroying the creature death gripping him. That alien thing was strangling him... his breath had ceased, his brain needed oxygen!

Stupidly he reached under and pinched his lover's already spiked clit, the same clit that had just been signaled, that all systems were go and to explode in almighty orgasm.

Becky bellowed and every muscle in her shaking body clamped; all her brain cells cowered for cover and her eyes flip-flopped backward. She literally internally combusted! Matt screamed like a girl as that amazing cunt bit him hard. He pumped hot cum in thick squirts but his sense of survival propelled him to get out of Dodge! His cock howled in pain as he tore it free.

Becky was a spec lost in space. The only thing that had been holding her upright was the pinned shaft rammed so far up her vagina she felt nailed in place. When it ripped free, she howled again and collapsed like a sloppy heap of half set junket, rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and for the first time in her young life, she wetly ejaculated.

Matt was spaced out. He collapsed onto his knees, eyes shut and groaning in pained pleasure. His sated exhausted body fell forward and he was sucking at air hard, real hard... but what seemed to be now filling his gasping mouth and splashing over his sweaty head seemed wetter, a little bitter and a bit sticker than water. That's when he just collapsed forward completely spent. His head seemed to be bouncing and oscillating, riding on a bouncing soft pillow of still squirting wetness. Someone was screaming and he wasn't sure who.

Becky's bladder had capitulated.

The fountain of urine continued to drench her lover's groggy head as he lay exhausted between her still pulsing thighs. As the stream petered out he heard a loud distant cry.

"AND CUT"

****

Beck didn't quite know how to process this new information. She could squirt when she came, only she never knew it!! And then she'd peed herself! That had never happened before either! Matt now comforted her and explained that it was quite common and that about 10% of women actually physically squirt in orgasm. In fact, he explained, all woman ejaculate, but only that 'elite' ten per cent can actually achieve expulsion and spray their emissions. Urinating as well just showed how fully exhausted she was and losing control like that was not unnatural. He stoked her soft breasts gently, tweaking her nipples as she coiled up in his powerful arms feeling somewhat frightened and sacred. She'd never had an orgasm like that before!

"You should be really proud of yourself baby. Achieving that kind of intensity in orgasm is every woman's wet dream." He chuckled as her nipple thickened. This amazing girl was built for sex, and he was so proud of her. He glanced over at the husband. Poor Kevin also looked scared and worried. Seeing his beautiful wife come like that must have been pretty frightening.

Sally was changing the soaked bedclothes and cleaning up the mess. Barry was running about delightedly, counting money in his head.

"Okay yo's guys, that scene was really amazin!" Barry twirled his mustache absently. His beady eyes were going ape shit. "Now, the big scene involving Matty fuckin Beck's ass is next. Sally, we need to open up her bum. I don't want a close up of Matt's cock rippin her open. This aint no horror movie! What can we do to prepare her?"

"I've got some butt plugs of varying sizes. Once I open her up and stretch her, Matt will be able to get his cock in there without any problems."

"Great. Now the extras, I presume they've been informed when the 'gang bang' scene is to take place?"

"Yes Barry..." Sally sounded exasperated. She was supposed to be the makeup artist, not the bloody gopher.

"Good good..." Barry rubbed his hands gleefully. Never was there a man who enjoyed his job so much. They say that job satisfaction is an important factor in a person's self-worth and mental health. If that were true, then Barry was on top of the world with regard to both. He certainly loved himself and his brain was kicking like a mule. He was like a giddy school kid!

****

Tap tap.

"Who is it?" Sally called out.

"It's me, Kevin."

"Oh, sorry Kev, your wife isn't decent at the moment, perhaps you could come back in ten." Sally grunted. "I should have this plug in her ass by then. God, she's so fucking tight! Get in there you bitch!" Sally hissed. Becky cried out in pain.

I was listening, ear pressed against the door and I audibly winced.

"Try twisting it!" Barry offered.

"No man, just use more lube." Iggy replied knowledgeably.

"Guys, Sally knows what she's doing. Just work it in and out a bit girl." Matt seemed way more calm.

"Oh god, it's too big!" Becky cried hysterically.

"Ughhh!" There got it!" Sally sounded triumphant. Claps ensued.

"Hey baby, that was awesome, well done." Matt congratulated his co-star and Kevin heard his poor wife whimper and then the unmistakable sounds of kissing caused him to go clammy cold.

"Kev, we're nearly ready now, just want to get a dress on your wife, okay?" Sally informed from within.

Shortly thereafter I was finally bid entry. My pretty wife sat on Matt's lap looking chirpy and very much pleased with herself! She was dressed in a light sundress that almost reached her knees. I thought she looked very beautiful. I handed out the sandwiches and coffees and everyone looked pleasantly happy. Matt gently caressed Becky's tits, kneading them over the flowery fabric as I began discussing the upcoming anal scene with Iggy, and where I wanted the cameras and lighting placed.

This scene had me apprehensive, and very anxious. I suddenly wanted to cancel it.

"Will you be ready for this honey?" I inquired sounding concerned for my now moaning wife as Matt dialed at her nipples. I wanted her to decline.

"Yes honey." She chirped gaily. "The guys got the big plug up me. It's pretty uncomfortable right now." She squirmed as if to confirm said comfort level. "This one's as big as Matt, so we should be good to go!" She jumped off Matt and toddled over to me appearing bright and cheerful. Her walk was a little 'duck' like. "Honey, I want you to be with me when Matt takes my anal virginity on camera, okay? She sat tentatively on my lap and clasped me about the neck. Everyone kept silent. This was obviously some change to script they'd discussed together in privy, and separate to my knowledge. "It's important that this occasion is special... and it... well, it will be on film, so I want it to be just perfect." She paused for a deep breath. "Sweetie, I want you to hold me close when Matt takes me." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "We'll hold hands and the viewers will see your wedding ring clearly as you comfort me. I think that would be a really nice touch, what do you think darling?"

"Oh, oh okay" I know I stuttered. I needed to calm down, she needed my support. The viewers would certainly appreciate the closeness. 

"Beck, what about the other bit?" Barry helpfully reminded.

"Oh, well that. Yes, well we thought it might be nice if you were kissing me as Matt enters."

Everyone was nodding and agreeing that it should be a special occasion and Barry firmly supported the artistic merit angle! His beady eyes were boggled like saucers!

I felt so spaced... weird spaced. But yes, I wanted to support my girl, that was a given.

****

Kevin's existence was a blurred journey.

"Honey buns, I'm going out with Mathew tonight okay?"

"Huh, like where... to a work dig?" Kevin's face showed a mask of uncertainty and fear.

Becky clicked into the room. Her heels only accentuated her perfect form. God she was magnificent!

"No silly man, we're going out on a date. Matty's taking me to that new restaurant on Third. I've heard it got great reviews." She smiled as she adjusted an earring. "You don't have to stay up. We might decide to get a room, but I'll text you to let you know." She could see his hurt, and moved to embrace him. "Come on sweetie, no tears okay? Matt's my boyfriend now, and we need alone time, to talk and to bond. He's a really nice guy, funny and smart. He makes me laugh, and his cock is so beautiful. It really fills me and makes me go crazy." She sighed in memory. "I know when he fucks me tonight I'm gunna go nuts again!" Another sigh ensued as Kevin clung to reality. "Now, you be a good boy and clean up the kitchen and make sure my stockings go in the wash, okay?"

Kevin nodded as his precious wife released the hug. She winked. Yes she knew how to press those buttons. Why did this get him so hot?

"So, how do I look?" She twirled and the short red dress flowered out displaying those wonderful long legs encased in smoky grey hose. "Do you think Matt will be pleased? I bought this today especially for him."

Kevin could barely talk, but somehow he croaked out a 'yes'. The dress was cut to allow a hideous amount of side boob and was backless to her lower spine.

Becky giggled. "And I'm not wearing any panties. Isn't that naughty?"

Kevin concentrated on each new breath, scared that his legs might give out.

Her phone beeped and Becky removed it from her purse and checked the screen.

"Okay sweetie, I better get going, that's Matt out front. Bye honey." She grinned and pecked her husband's cheek.

Kevin's glazed look followed his wife's clicking heels to the front door and he sat heavily onto the armchair as the door shut with the dull thud of finality.

She hadn't glanced back.

"CUT"

****

In the hotel room Matt was slamming his cock as deep into his lover's warm welcoming cunt as he could possibly drive it. The beautiful wife cried out as another orgasm ravaged her gorgeous body. He held her stocking clad legs high like handlebars and the veins in his neck popped under the strain of his endeavors. She arched her back off the bed and hot fluid splattered and fizzed about their coupling.

Becky knew she was squirting again but she just couldn't help it! It was like something inside her had finally been drilled into, tapped and released, like a newly discovered oil field! The big beautiful cock kept pounding her senseless and she simply capitulated to desire. She was one of the lucky 'ten per cents' and she now reveled in her feminine sexuality. Her fluids squirted unabated and she wanted to laugh with joy... if she could only unlock her clenched jaw. Oh god, oh god...

Back at home Kevin was still anxiously waiting his text. Was Becky okay? Had they gone to the hotel? It was nearly 1 am and Kevin was feeling panicked and nauseous.

Matt growled as he pumped his fresh seed deep into the wailing woman's gripping tunnel. The effort was actually painful. It was like her cunt was a living organism hell bent on milking him dry. He collapsed beside the whimpering wife, totally fucked out. It was his third load for the session!

"Oh god Matt, that was wonderful!" She cooed. Matt held her dainty hand and twirled the wedding ring. He turned his head to examine those bright silver discs that simultaneously searched his.

"Baby, I think you're unbelievable. My cock loves it in there, like it was designed exactly for that beautiful tight pussy."

"I know... I can't get enough... Baby, I was thinking..."

"What darling?"

"Well, I'd like to have kids. What do you think about that? I mean if you didn't want the responsibility, Kevin and I would be okay to raise them. I know he wants kids real bad and..."

"Wouldn't he be pissed if they were mine?"

"No, he'd get used to the idea. I can be pretty persuasive you know?" She giggled and kissed her lover's lips and stroked his flaccid cock. "And anyway, I could be really devious and sneaky and not tell him! I could give him a little mercy fuck sometime and then make out the baby was his!" She giggled. "He'd be clueless, and I'd be strutting about with a belly full of my lover's baby. Ohhh..." She physically shuddered. Of course she wouldn't do that to her loving man, but the fantasy was real.

"Hey, that sounds kinky. Anyway, what about me taking your ass? You said we could do that real soon."

"Oh, I know. But I'm a bit scared, and besides, I want it to be a special occasion, not like when I had my virginity taken in the back seat of Harvey Smyth's dad's Chevy. I was thinking that we should involve Kevin. Like get him to set up the room's ambiance, with candles and wine."

"Real kinky!"

Becky giggled some more. "I think I'm out of control!"

"Hey, we could make your husband take part, like hold your hand and kiss you while I fuck your ass. That would be pretty cool!"

"What if I had him kiss me when you take me?" She shivered and Becky groaned through an aftershock.

"Wow baby, you are out of control, now suck my cock and let's go again!"

Somewhere in suburbia Kevin fell asleep over his I-phone. Wet tears puddled beneath his cheek and pooled out over the laminate table surface.

The lights faded...

****

13. BUTT... IT"S SO TIGHT!

"Oh honey, stop being silly. My phone battery went flat is all, and besides I was pretty busy you know. Matt fucked me about a gazillion times and I was pretty exhausted and fell asleep." Becky kissed her distraught husband. She'd just gotten in from her wild night of debauchery. It was nearly noon on a Saturday!

Kevin had slept awkwardly over the kitchen table. He felt awful... both physically and mentally exhausted. Becky was freshly showered and although obviously worn out, she glowed with a sexual radiance.

"Come on mister, let's get you in the shower and freshened up. You smell." Becky wrinkled her nose and led her disheveled husband into the bathroom, quickly stripped him and carefully examined his chastity cage, lifting his balls up for inspection. "Hey sweetie it looks like you're getting used to your confinement?" She peered up questioningly.

Kevin just shrugged and glanced away, feigning nonchalance.

"Oh come on honey, It's not so bad. Just think of all the pleasure I'm having. It's a 'small' price to pay really." She giggled at her analogy. "Now, my sweet husband, jump in the shower and get yourself all spruced up."

"Can you come in with me, and we could wash each other?" Kevin inquired quietly.

"Oh, honey, I've already had a shower with Matt earlier. He cleaned me real good, and he even swept my chimney." Another chuckle met her husband's ears. Evidently her witticism delighted her. Now get in there mister..." SMACK! She slapped Kevin's bare bum hard and then winced at the self-induced pain zinging through her own smarting hand. She tried to shake the pain free. "Now, I've invited Matt over tomorrow and he'll be staying the night, okay?"




What the Hell's Happening Ch. 12-13



Kevin turned on the cold water fully and planted his reddened ass beneath the torrent. He desperately need cooling.

"Now it's going to be a bit of a special occasion and we'd both like you to be a part of the celebrations."

Kevin shivered. He wasn't cold.

"Matt will be taking my ass for the first time and I want it to be a special and loving occasion for us."

Kevin opened his mouth to the water drenching him and gurgled out a bubbly scream.

Becky seemed oblivious. "We thought it might be nice for you to participate in our happy union. We could light some candles and I want you to hold my hand for support, okay?"

Kevin tried to ingest the flood into his lungs.

"Perhaps you might even want to cuddle and kiss me when he, you know... takes me. Wouldn't that be nice?" His wife sounded bubbly. She drew back the shower screen and pecked his cheek delightedly. He watched her bountiful ass sway away like she was hearing some internal symphony.

Kevin frothed at the mouth as he jammed the bar of soap between his teeth and bit down. He feared for his sanity. The reality of his world was now undefined. 

****

Sunday night rolled on way to quick. Becky had been relentless in her teasing and her obvious excitement was palpable.

Kevin knew he should be screaming a halt to this insanity. His own mental functionality was fading. This was his wife for god sake! But some perverse need drove him, like he knew that a substantial train wreck was inevitable, but he seemed powerless to pull the brakes.

"Do you mind if I wear something really sexy for my boyfriend. I want him to desire me sweetie. What would you suggest?" Becky's eyes sparkled.

Kevin pictured a suit of armor, with a big iron lock. He picked up one of the three pieces laid out on the bed. This one was a white almost virginal looking transparent baby-doll. It appeared tiny and would require panties.

"Oh good choice honey!" She chirped like he'd won her a teddy bear at the fair. "Without panties that will look very sexy. Good boy!" She kissed his forehead like he was a puppy, picked up the flimsy scrap and pouted. Now I want you to be involved, but that will mean you have to be naked, and wearing your little cage." She examined him challengingly, inviting compliant acquiesce. Kevin just nodded robotically.

As usual Kevin invited his wife's boyfriend into his house and served him a drink in preparation of his wife's glorious entrance. She didn't disappoint. Matt wolf whistled.

"Fuck Kevin, your wife is just stunning!"

Becky grinned proudly. She knew she looked hot. The lacy baby-doll barely covered her naval. The stay-ups framed her smoothly waxed sex like it was a Rembrandt. The tuft of black hair above her cleft seemed to sparkle in the light of the chandelier. She flicked her raven hair behind one ear and openly shivered as her spiked nipples scratched at the fine lace of the sheer lingerie. Her unfettered breasts bounced hypnotically as she swayed up to her lover boyfriend and they embraced and kissed passionately as she rose up on high heels, pressing her slim body into his. She could feel his big hands encompass her naked bum cheeks and squeeze. Her sex pulsed and she felt her wetness seep. God he smelt good.

Kevin sat. He couldn't seem to support his own weight. His goddess was locked in embrace, kissing another man as he pawed her nude perfection. This was like some alternate reality.

They eventually separated. "So Kev, big night for you I guess?" He hugged Becky tight and she was stroking the front of his dress shirt like a kitten on a curtain. "Becky's pretty excited!" He chuckled as he dipped his fingers into her glistening sex. "It's her first time... anal. This should be pretty exciting for you too Kev." He withdrew the fingers and gently painted Becky's lips. 

She actually moaned a desperate needy 'yum'.

****

In the next scene Kevin fussed over lighting the candles while his wife slowly undressed her muscled boyfriend. Becky oohed and cooed, leaving the silk boxers to last. She paused and looked over to her fidgeting husband.

"Kevin, get undressed sweetie, I want you naked before I suck on Matt's cock." Kevin slowly undid each shirt button. Did he really want this?

"Sweetie, we don't have all night here." She gave him the 'hurry up' wind-up and continued rubbing her face up and down the ridiculous bulge barely concealed beneath Matt's thin silk underwear.

"Good boy, now sit over there until we need you to help out." Becky indicated the chair with her eyes and pulled the elastic waist of the shorts down over her lover's hips. Before they'd swiveled to the floor her mouth was sunk halfway down the fat veined shaft and she was sucking like a Dyson.

Kevin felt dizzy as he watched his pretty wife's slutty performance. Shit, it was like she'd never seen that cock before; such was her hunger to explore every thick throbbing inch. Becky guided her lover onto the bed and he lay back as directed. She giggled excitedly as she invited him to raise his knees and spread his feet. Kevin swallowed bile as his precious soul mate knelt up, bum high and attacked her lover's balls, perineum and bum-hole with the gusto attributed to a frantically sniffing dog... a bitch in heat.

Becky was delirious. Her husband was watching her lapping on her lover's balls, and that knowledge fed the hot boilers of her brain. She wanted to pace herself, but the pressure was building... exponentially building... toward node meltdown. She already knew, in its pending infancy, that this orgasm would overshadow Chernobyl.

"Oh shit!" Matt gasped after Becky sucked her long finger and twirled the wedding ring... and then wormed that long digit up his dusty back hole. The obscenity of that lovely painted pink nail as it disappeared up that rancid tunnel, was not lost to Kevin's fuzzy brain.

Becky laughed with glee. Kevin's eyes turned back in his head as his poor tortured dick struggled in containment.

"Oh fuck! I'm gunna come baby!" Matt sounded hysterical. Becky was sucking over his purple head in tune with her finger's frantically pumping insertions. "Here it comes... Ahhhh!"

Kevin watched in stupefied horror as Matt arched his back skyward and pumped everything he had down Becky's gagging throat. He could see those big balls contracting upward as they delivered his seed. Becky was gulping and sucking as if this was her last feed. She sucked free sloppily turned to Kevin and smiled warmly. 

Kevin suddenly felt a sense of belonging. His wife had turned to him and smiled, like she recognized his presence. He was her rock after all. She climbed off her lover and swayed toward him, her eyes were alight with her delight... her smile was... sly. She bent to kiss.

Kevin couldn't remember the last time they'd kissed lips. He wanted this so much. His lips met the softness of his wife's and her tongue sort entrance. Kevin opened to receive, and that he did. Becky pushed her mouthful of cum into her husband's eager mouth and then finished with a musky clamping kiss, sealing his fate. He gargled on the thick blobby load as she continued to seal his lips with hers, holding his panicking retreating head hard against hers. He needed to breathe, but first he had to swallow! He did both frantically and consecutively... feeling sick.

"Good boy, wasn't that yummy?" She smiled, patted his cheek and skipped back to her lover now propped up on elbows watching the disturbing interaction.

Matt felt wheezy watching that fucked up display. God just the thought of swallowing another man's cum had him wanting to dry retch.

Kevin kept regurgitating the vile curdling goo, trying to ram it permanently into his heaving stomach and out of his oesophagus. His wife had resumed position between her lover's thick raised hairy legs and muscled thighs, and was currently hell bent on re-invigoration. Her wet pussy blinked at him from between her own up-tilted thighs... teasing him with denial. God his dick hurt so much that spewing up again seemed a reality.

"Okay baby, on the bed, on all fours!" Matt's command was met with an excited shuffle and re-positioning.

"Ohhh..." Becky's anticipation was palpable.

"Kevin, bring me the tube of lube." Matt indicated the object on the side table. He was gentle stroking Becky's up-turned wet and twitching slit. Kevin quickly retrieved the gel. "Now squeeze some into your wife's butt hole and push it in with your finger.

Kevin was experiencing dizziness. He watched somewhat detached as a strange finger pushed lubrication down his wife's crinkled rose hole. He knew it was his finger but it was just so surreal.

"Good, now coat my cock."

"Wha..."

"Just smother my cock; I don't want to hurt her bro!" Matt's eyes challenged Kevin.

No, he didn't want his wife hurt either. He needed to protect her! His gelled palm encompassed the fat fully aroused cock and liberally smeared its long veined length. Matt arched out to help with Kevin's endeavor.

"Good, now go hug your girl."

Yes, he wanted that desperately. Becky needed him now... he needed her.

Becky sighed softly as her lover coaxed her pussy to readiness with his big fingers. Her husband was with her now, holding her close and sharing in their complicity. She was burning up internally. Sure, the idea of having that big cock up her ass was daunting, but she was so needy right now! The control rods were being extracted and melt down was now imminent. She actually feared the encroaching orgasm more than the shaft's insertion!

Matt didn't hesitate. It was important that the correct sequence of events be followed. He had primed the reactor, now it was time. He clasped his cock, centered it and pushed.

Becky squealed and hugged her husband close, breathlessly seeking his support.

Matt gritted his teeth in partially feigned strain, groaning more than was strictly required.

Kevin panicked a bit but Becky pulled him in for an intimate kiss, just as the huge invader slid into her darkest depths.

Matt chuckled silently, and bottomed out.

Becky cried out... screamed actually. Her anal virginity was no more, and the initial pain she bore morphed quickly into sheer pleasure. Thank god she'd prepared. She could feel the massive trunk, guided by the helmeted head, spear oh so deep into her burning twitching rectum. But it felt so exquisite... burning but full, hot but spicy.

"Oh my god!' She gasped. Her orgasm was out there in the dark, sneaking ever closer. She was fully impaled and Matt held still as her retractions bit into him. She needed to adjust, but she was struggling to stay focused. Da dum, da dum... that 'Jaws' theme bounced about her brain. Every nerve ending poised to explode! Matt gripped the siren about the waist tightly, bending down over her, and then death rolled her over and up and away from Kevin, so that she ended sitting somewhat perplexed on top of him, panting and wide eyed. He had remained fully inserted throughout. He was now lying on his back with Becky siting on his pole but facing away from him in a reverse cowgirl position. Her hips were angled up presenting her open pussy, now totally displayed between her wide spread legs and flat planted feet. Matt gripped her waist and lifted her high. His arm muscles strained as she remained suspended with the big cock-head griping the ring of her wide stretched anal opening.

Becky was nearly there. The ghosts in the darkness began to envelope her like ninja assassins zeroing in on their prey. She forced her eyes open to squint up at her anxious husband. He was standing now, nervously oscillating from foot to foot, wringing his hands... bathed in sweat. Matt lowered her slowly down once more and she angled out her pussy, arching her back as she sank, forcing her perpetrator to unfathomable new depths.

Becky groaned deep and animalistic, and started to shake as Matt raised her up once more.

"Kev, bro, get over here and push the button, finger her clit!" Matt called loudly and sternly as if just given the launch codes.

Kevin almost dived onto the bed, frantically complying with instructions He peered in close to find the oscillating pouting node frantically signalling her whereabouts from beneath her protective bomb shelter. Becky moved faster, up and down the shaft now and at the precise moment when she stabilized over the shaft's base, Kevin pinched her button! That was when Matt twisted both straining nipples, like the handles on a torpedo tube!

What happened in the next seconds can only be explained frame by frame.

Beck screamed, Matt howled and Kevin gasped, all in unison! Nuclear fusion meltdown went real time. Beck's orgasm bound her, squeezed her and shook her to the core. She literally exploded. The term squirting was immediately redefined. The creature arched back, her hair stifling her lover's cries, her tits and hips thrust upward and a thick spray of emission's hammered into her gasping husband face with pressure akin to a ruptured fire hydrant. Kevin momentarily thought the 'button' had triggered a bladder rupture! 

Matt was ejaculating simultaneously, he couldn't help it! She was milking him with her ass! He hammered up into her like a miner drilling into the ceiling chasing a gold seam. With every mad up-stoke Becky squirted. Kevin stupidly searched about thinking he might find the source of the deluge and plug the hole with his finger, whilst all the while his wife kept on screaming!

"OHHH, Fuuuukkk! Help me! Oh god... for fuck sake help!!"

Becky's brain wrongly deduced that she was dying. She collapsed backward onto her lover's chest gasping for air. She was one hundred per cent fucked! This action bent Matt's cock in half and self-preservation had him lifting the girl's dead weight off his still jumping manhood. She was still ejaculating little squirts as the tremors subsided.

Kevin was still trying to work through the sequence of events that had led to this point. He scratched his head just as a fountain of pee rose up like some petite geyser and showered him with hot sweet smelling juice.

He licked his lips and rubbed his wet eyes.

"Huhh!"

"AND CUT!!"

The call to cut slammed Kevin's glazed mind and time shifted like a wormhole... something harsh stabbed at his eyeballs...

*****



What the Hell's Happening Ch. 14: The End?



The final installment. Hope you're not upset with me! Cheers, Arch.

14. WHAT THE...

Something startled me...

Light peeked through closed lids. I sat up rubbing my eyes as sleep fled. I was covered in sweat!

"What the hell's happening..." Wow, that had been some freaking nightmare! 

I shook my groggy head.

The shower was running.

I tried like hell to make sense of what had been going on. Eyes scanned our bedroom as vague familiarity returned.

The shower stopped abruptly. An angelic apparition materialized. My breath hitched.

"Hey honey, you're a wake!" My beautiful wife, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, examined me curiously. "Rough night?"

"Huh..."

"You tossed and turned all night. It was like sleeping next to a wild man." Rebecca sat softly beside me and clasped my hand. God she smelt good. Her shampoo wafted my senses, her presence bound me.

"Oh..." Shit, I had to stop reading that cuckold porn.

"Were you dreaming darling?" She smiled and stroked my cheek.

"Err, I'm not sure..."

"Were you thinking about what I said last night...?" She smiled at my pretend perplexity. "You know, about my hypothetical question."

"Um, what question...?"

She chuckled. She could always read me like a book. "You bad baby; the question I asked about me cuckolding you. Would you like me to do it? You can be honest, I won't judge you sweetie."

"Why are you..."

"You were babbling most of the night. I heard the word cuckold a lot... and who is this 'Matt' person?"

Oh fuck, I was caught pants down. I shrugged pretending to have no concept of what she was talking about.

"Look, I haven't told you yet, but my boss at the office is flirting with me. He's really handsome and has lots of money. I know he wants to get into my panties." She giggled. "What do you think sweetie. Should I let him fuck me?"

"You're kidding?"

"I never said I would, I'm just asking you if you would like me to do it... you know, fuck him. Just imagine his big cock banging into my little pussy." She winked!

Rebecca worked at a big real estate office in town and she was easily their best agent. She was bubbly and outgoing and so very flirty and oh so persuasive! We'd been discussing starting a family and she had convinced me it was time and there was a very real possibility of her having twins, given her family history. She was in fact a twin herself; an identical twin.

"Anyway, I'm going to be late for work, so I better get dressed." She swayed to the bathroom and just as she entered she dropped the towel and smiled back over her shoulder before kicking the door shut!

Fuck! I needed release! I started down that path just as the door flew back open and her pretty face peeked around the jamb.

"What are you doing you naughty boy?" I tried to fake nonchalance but the spear wrapped by my hand and tenting the bed sheet may have given the game away. "If you're turned on, tell me. No sneaking about. I want you to be honest with me. I can help you out if you want, okay?"

I nodded goofily.

Damn! This was snowballing!

Shortly thereafter Rebecca reappeared dressed in a matching lacy high cut panty and bra set. She padded to her wardrobe and shuffled through various outfits. I watched like a hawk. God her ass was insane!

"Now honey, which outfit looks sexier. Do you think Harry would like me in this one?" She held aloft a skirted suit combo that was just a bit too short for a brothel. "Or this one?" The tiny pleated tartan skirt and white blouse held in the other would make the girls of St Trinian's look like little angels. "Hmmm?" She tapped a foot impatiently.

I wanted to say none, but she was awaiting my decision. I pointed to the lesser of the two evils, the suit jacket and ridiculous skirt.

"So you think Harry would like this one better?" She grinned.

"Shit, is that what I was saying? I thought I was choosing the most conservative outfit, not deciding on what was sexiest... to please her bloody boss!

I nodded, and then shook my head vigorously.

"Oh, god... men! They can never decide what they really want." She tutted and replaced the school girl uniform and headed back into the bathroom with the suit, but not before delivering a steely warning glance at my crotch. My little guy cringed.

When she finally emerged she looked so god dammed hot. My goddess wife posed briefly, spun once, and clicked out of the bedroom; her gorgeous pert bum swaying in tune with the undulating waves of her torso. Her stockings shimmied and shushed against each other. God that dress was short!

I was still contemplating between getting up, or jerking off, when the house phone rang. I dived sideways and picked up at the same time as Rebecca did in the kitchen.

By the time I settled back in bed the conversation was on.

"Oh hi Sis." Rebecca returned the greeting. It was her sister Samantha, her twin.

"So, how's it going with hubby?"

"Gees, it's only been two day's since I told you. Give me a chance. I've mentioned the cuckolding idea and he's all over it. Spent half the night with a hard-on and moaning things like 'fuck her Matt', or 'no, not the cage." Rebecca giggled.

Samantha laughed.

I cringed.

"Well, I think he'll take to the idea like a baby to mommy's tit. I think you'll be fucking Harry within a month." Sam chuckled again.

"God I hope so. I can't wait to get Harry's big cock in me. Every time I go near him he's got a hard-on, and it looks monstrous!" My wife sighed.

"Shit Beck, I'm wet over here just imagining you riding that big shaft. We'll have to do a switcheroo sometime. You can have my Johnny and I'll fuck your Harry."

Who the hell was Johnny, she was married to Pete!?

"Deal! Johnny's cock sounds awesome!"

"Yeah, but it will only be a brief swap!"

"Girl, are you jealous of your lover?"

"Yes!" Sam snarled. "And if you steal him I'll scratch your eyes out."

"Hey, if I can get hold of a nice big cock myself, I won't need to rustle your bull, I'll have my own. But I need Kevin on-side first."

"So, what you gunna do girl? Why don't you just invite Harry over for a BBQ and see how Kevvy boy reacts when you're all over him. Can you just imagine yourself, having a hot bull fucking you in front of hubby while they discuss the football?"

"No, because Kevin doesn't like football, but maybe if they discussed Scarlet Johansen's new movie it might be more appropriate."

They both laughed.

"Yeah, hubby thinks we look like her. That would be so kinky! Maybe we could do a tandem, and have both cucky's watch us being fucked in sync!"

"Ohhh, shit now I need my vibe!" Rebecca hissed.

Sam pissed herself.

I didn't even know she owned a vibrator!

"Okay babe, I gotta go, see you soon and keep me informed."

"Roger Wilko, ten four!" My wife replied just before they both cracked up again. The phone clicked and I carefully replaced my receiver into the recharge holder.

I'd now decided... I'd jerk off.

****

I was cooking dinner still trying to work through my emotions. Bring this 'game' to a close, and call her out?

I heard the heels first and then sensed her behind me. Just her presence was intoxicating.

"Hi sweetie!" She nuzzled my neck and peered into the pot I had been stirring for about an hour lost in thought. What was once hard pasta now resembled gooey slop.

"Hmm, that looks appetizing."

God she made me shiver. She was so... perfect. Her smell...

"I just wanted to let you know. I've invited Harry, my boss over on Saturday. We could cook out on the patio and just chill out. What do you say?"

Fuck no!! No way in hell is that prick going to get in your pants? The motherfucker can go fuck himself!!

"Uh... okay, I guess, but..."

"Oh thank you darling! We'll have so much fun together. Harry's a great guy, you'll really like him!" My wife kissed my cheek a bit too enthusiastically. I trembled.

I had that familiar feeling of dread creep over me. My cock had popped and my brain was smoky, like it required re-ringing.

Images of chastity devices and horrible humiliation flooded my stupid brain. What the hell was wrong with me?

****

Kevin, nice to see you man! Beck's told me so much about you. Where is the beautiful woman?"

"Um, yeah, hi Harry, glad to meet you." We shook... well I shook and he crushed. "Um... she's upstairs just finishing getting dressed. 

When Rebecca flounced down the stairs looking like a movie starlet I shivered. Some weird deja vue insect crawled my spine.

Looking at the delight in their faces in greeting I knew I was fucked... It was only a BBQ invite... but I already knew it!

But Harry was a nice guy and we'd gotten on well together that day. He was obviously a hard worker... and a straight shooter. I could see why my wife liked him, because I did too.

****

And four weeks later I watched them copulate. She bounced on his impressive dick still wearing the tartan skirt she'd worn to work that day... for him.

I came two times watching them!

She screamed uncontrollably, all the time watching me... seeking out my assurance. Yes she performed for me, and I loved her for it.

Most times Samantha, my wife's sister, would come over and comfort me on the long nights, when my Rebecca was at her lover's place and spending the night in his bed. Samantha was so like my wife and it was comforting having her around. She'd tease me relentlessly of course, explaining that her gorgeous twin sister was likely being fucked really hard right now, and then showing me a picture sent to her on her mobile phone, of Becky sucking her bosses big cock. 

Of course it would excite me no end. Hey, we are who we are.

Harry for his part always treated me like a brother, never demeaned me or put me down. He respected me for who I was... for what I was. 

Whenever he came over the lovers would kiss a lot and end up heading up to our bed while I was relegated to the sofa or guest room. I finally made up a bed in the spare bedroom where I could lie and listen to them groaning. Those nights were pretty tough, but I managed okay. Yes, it still excited me, so hate me if you must.

Harry's first marriage had failed after twenty one years and he blamed his long hours and selfish dedication to his work and business. His wife had left him for someone new and more exciting. She'd never worked a day in her life but she took half of his wealth and it almost cost him his company, not counting his sanity. He'd learnt a tough lesson. 

Rebecca eventually had four children, two born to Harry, who already had two teenage kids from his first marriage. And yes... she had two sets of identical twins, the eldest set to Harry and the youngest, the two girls were mine, but of course we bought them all up as ours, even though Harry's boys obviously don't look anything like me, being African American descendant. 

We're a blended family and I love them all dearly.

We all eventually moved into Harry's big mansion and I kinda became nanny to the kids and full time housekeeper. I write silly books in between my 'dad' duties. Rebecca and Harry had a busy Reality business to run and they were the perfect partners... in almost all aspects... except for one. 

You see, Harry is a busy man but he has no fear of loosing his girlfriend... his lover... because she has a rock to turn to, to clasp hold off and cuddle up to when ever she needs one. Yes, we laugh and watch old black and white reruns and our Rebecca never wants for attention or for sexual satisfaction. She has two men for that, albeit who fulfill her needs differently but equally satisfactorily. 

Yes, I've watched them fucking on hundreds of occasions and it still thrills me... and sickens me. Go figure.

So I dote on the kids and I worship my wife... isn't that what's important in a mans life?

I really do enjoy my lot, but I still look back on that fateful night and rethink that simple question.

"How would you feel about me cuckolding you?"

It was a very good question and one I'm still not sure how I would answer, even after all of these years...

Its funny how fate runs it course.

****

THE CONCLUSION.

Hi there, my name's Rebecca. 

My fiance, Kevin, is an erotic fiction writer as you may have already gathered.

In fact he wrote this ridiculous book; slaved over it for months. Silly bastard! But I do love him so.

I've just walked into his study and found him slumped over his work station fast asleep. Poor baby.

Of course I've secretly read this stupid story plenty of times during its conception and it obviously interests me greatly. Not so much the story per say, because that's just total rubbish, but his kink more so... now that really interests me!

We're due to be married in six weeks' time. I'm a good catholic girl, raised right and believe in all things holy. But this strange side of my husband is really fascinating!

Of course his original conclusion to this story was just a mad rant, so I've screwed that up and added this one, which is my own slant on things.

I was told by mommy that a good godly girl should always honor and obey her husband and follow his lead in all things pertaining to their marriage.

Well, I think that might be total horseshit! It seems obvious to me exactly what my beautiful kinky fiance really wants; what do you think?

Yeah, me too! 

So I've already purchased his chastity device online and wrapped it in wedding paper! The best man, Tony Burrows is going to pork me on my wedding night, in my virginal dress and right in front of my Kevin! That should be pretty cool hey! 

I hope to quickly find some handsome stud to be my boyfriend and fuck me brain dead at every opportunity and I want to start popping out his babies as soon as possible!

Kevin's ideas have got me so horny... I just can't stand it. God, these next six weeks are really going to drag!

Anyway, I better go before he wakes up and discovers my sneakiness. I'll get this posted off to his publicist before he wakes and works out that I've been a naughty future wifey.

My god, life looks sooo good!

See yo all!

THE END.