15 comments/ 210637 views/ 204 favorites Young Wife: Ruined By: CleoRa My wife Joy and I have been together for fourteen years, married while very young. She was a virgin at the time. I wasn't but didn't have a lot of experience either. Our sex life, while not explosive has been satisfying, and I know for a fact she has never cheated on me. I have also not cheated on her. That changed about a year ago due to a stupid wager I made with a business acquaintance. I take full responsibility for it. The third party in this drama is a guy I'll call Scott, a young but very wealthy businessman who made his money in construction. He was currently building a large new house in our development and had a construction site set-up near the gym. He's about six-three, lean and fit, not an ounce of fat on him – a great basketball player. I'm a pretty good net guy myself, and that's how we hit it off. We live near each other and go to the same gym, where I met him. Joy wanted some renovation done on our home, but my business was in the rebuilding stage due to the recession, and we didn't have a ton of money to spend. After an exhausting game of one-on-one, as we showered I casually asked Scott what something like that might cost. He said about twenty-five thousand. That sounded fair, but stretched my budget quite a bit. When I asked him if that was his bottom price, he laughed and said, "Okay, less ten percent - if you throw in a date with your gorgeous wife." Joy is just a shade under five-seven, and keeps in shape by exercising regularly. She's thirty-two with a body that looks ten years younger, red hair and green eyes. She has a thirty-six inch chest but I've never been into overly large-breasted women anyway. What sets Joy apart, other than being plain gorgeous, is her world-class butt. When she walks by men, wearing shorts or jeans, they just about break their necks trying to keep that marvelous ass in sight as long as possible. We have had many good laughs about that. I jokingly said I'd probably agree to the deal if it saved me some money but there was no way she would. He looked a little thoughtful for a minute and replied, "Maybe she would. You just have to know how to ask." Something about his tone suggested he was sincere. "Are you serious?" "Yep. She's drop-dead beautiful, buddy." "What do you get out of it?" He laughed again. "Hey, I'm a guy. It's a challenge. I just want a chance to try." Scott was a bachelor and all the regulars around the gym knew of his reputation with the women, but I knew Joy would cut this guy off at the knees if he tried anything. And truthfully? I considered it, laughing along. "Lots of luck there. You'd just be out of the money and she's not into that." "Well then, you end up with a 10% discount for letting me try – twenty-five hundred bucks in your pocket." Over the next couple weeks we came back to the same subject a few more times, refining it without deciding on anything firm. It was really just one of those "what if?" things. Somewhere along the line though, I found myself agreeing to an arrangement with Scott. It went like this. I would step back and let him operate, as long as he didn't force her into anything or hurt her. If at the end of two weeks he hadn't had a "date" with her, I got the discount anyway. Win or lose, it was twenty-five hundred dollars in the bank for me. I own an up-start electronics company that makes all sorts of gadgets, so we agreed I'd provide him with about a dozen small cameras, fish-eye lens, and remote controls. Strategically placed, they would hook into my laptop so I could monitor his progress and ensure Joy wasn't hurt in any manner. Yeah, it was a stupid idea, but there it is. Scott made a couple trips to the house to get "exact measurements", while I stayed out of the way in my home office, letting Joy handle it. But I admit, I did spy on my wife and Scott with the home surveillance system while he was there, justifying it as "looking out after my best interests." I also grudgingly admitted that he and Joy hit it off pretty good, but no more so than some of our other close male friends. Joy is personable and it sometimes comes across as flirtatious. Maybe it is to a degree, but I knew it was harmless. I watched them laughing, her touching his arm once as he said something humorous, feeling a slight surge of jealousy fighting its way to the surface. Scott left both times without any attempt at seduction, and I sighed with relief. One week left, I thought smugly. With four days to go on our deal, Scott called and said the initial house plans were ready for review. When he said, "Tell Joy to come over on Saturday and see them," I knew this was finally it. He was going to make his move. Joy asked if I wanted to go with her but I told her I was wrapped up in work and I'd trust her decision. That was even truer than she knew. I watched her walk across the street to her car, short sun dress, platform shoes, and her pony-tail bouncing behind. She looked delicious and the first feelings of dread finally surfaced. What if I'd made a mistake playing this silly game? I knew I hadn't. I knew my wife. I trusted her, and she trusted me. I turned on the laptop and saw the four split-screens. In one of them, Scott was bent over his desk apparently working. Each of the four screens gave me a different angle of the office. Fifteen minutes later, he stood to greet my wife as she entered. "Joy. Good of you to come on a weekend and such short notice," Scott's deep voice resonated strongly over the quality speakers I'd installed in his office the week prior. I'd been to Scott's construction site a few times. Mostly old temporary style buildings, his office consisted of a large metal hut, broken into a small space for his receptionist, a large office/conference room for him, a restroom and a corner where he'd placed a mattress. He'd told me with a wink, he slept when he worked late, or sometimes "entertained." It was that last part that worried me, for I knew that's where he intended to do the deed with my wife. After a little small talk he led her to a drafting table and they looked over some drawings. Subtly, I watched as Scott moved directly behind Joy, pointing to various things of interest on the chart. He placed one hand on her shoulders, leaning forward and apparently said something witty, for she laughed. I saw her suddenly stiffen as the front of his pants touched her butt, both hands snaking around her to grasp her breasts. As part of our agreement, I'd confided in Scott some of Joy's hot buttons. Her nipples were her most vulnerable areas. If I wanted to fool around and she was cool to the idea, I'd pinch her tits for a few minutes and she'd start squirming. Once I got my mouth on one, she was mine. "Scott, stop it this instant!" She struggled, but he held her tightly against what I figured was a raging hard-on, pinching and rolling her nipples under the thin material of her sundress. Although her protests grew stronger, he didn't speak one word the entire time. Finally, he just picked her up, carried her to the mattress and dumped her. In one swift movement, he was laying between her knees, pinning both her small hands behind her back in one of his large ones, and went right back to kneading her nipples again. My laptop showed clear shots from all four screens, each from a different angle. This wasn't part of the plan. He wasn't supposed to force her do anything. Then I remembered Scott's carefully chosen words. He'd said he wouldn't force her to have sex - not that he wouldn't force the issue right up to the point of having sex though. I was nearly a mile away feeling uncertain now. I looked on, also feeling helpless. "I'll scream," her words carried to me. Scott smirked as he pulled a dress strap off her shoulder, baring one perky breast. "It's the weekend and you're in the middle of an abandoned construction site. Go ahead," he said. "Scream." "You'll go to jail, Scott!" She suddenly went ridged and grunted as Scott's mouth closed over her little brown nipple. "I mean it," she said less forcibly. I watched as she struggled fruitlessly for a few more minutes, alternating between threats and pleas. For a long time Scott didn't even reply as he licked, sucked and nibbled her nipple. Joy threatened and pleaded with him to stop some more but it appeared she was losing steam. He finally did stop, but only long enough to pull the other strap down and attack her other breast. He paid that nipple homage for about as long as he had the first one, and at some point during that time Joy grew silent. I saw she had her eyes clinched tightly, a strained look on her face. She lay motionless, breathing through her mouth. After a long time, Scott slid his head down her body, lifting her dress with his free hand. I heard her breathe a soft "No," as his face settled between her thighs. On number three camera I watched as he pulled her black panties aside, exposing a neatly trimmed vagina. His tongue flicked out and touched her clit, drawing another soft protest. My chest felt as if it were about to explode! My cock was as hard as it'd ever been, as I gripped it through my pants. My inexplicable excitement surprised me. I'd watched a few porn movies of course, but watching Scott's tongue licking my wife's pussy, was that times ten! He took the same deliberate approach to licking her cunt as he had done with her breasts, agonizingly slow, designed purposely to push her buttons. After a few minutes I saw the first signs he was finally getting to her, as her thigh muscles visibly tightened and her pretty painted toes began to move. I knew from past experience that the toes were a sign she was aroused. Joy grunted loudly as Scott suddenly attacked her vagina more vigorously with his mouth, burying his tongue to the hilt, licking, sucking and nibbling her pussy lips. I watched as he pulled on one of her vagina lips with his mouth, savoring it, and then releasing it to do the other one. Whether it was from his saliva or her own secretions, she looked extremely wet! The small clit I'd seen when he first started, was now puffy and protruding, her pussy lips engorged. Scott knew what he was doing all right. After less than a minute her thighs noticeably tightened around his head and her toes were wiggling frantically. Scott released her hands, pulling her ass tight against his face, lathing her entire crotch from anus to clit with his large tongue. I watched in disbelief as Joy's hands slid around Scott's head, wrapping her fingers in his long hair and pulling his face even tighter against her vagina as she arched her body up to meet his tongue. All resistance seemed gone, as she whimpered with growing need, making the little sounds I'd heard so often, and loved. Only now, she was making them for someone else! Another man! I realized I held my hard cock in my hand, not even remembering when I'd released it from its confines. This was sick! What the fuck was I doing? Watching my wife literally being raped before my eyes and jerking off! Joy cried out sharply, causing me to look back at the laptop. I'd seen Scott in the gym shower numerous times, and yes he was much bigger and thicker than me. I'm pretty average, aware that some men are more generously endowed. I asked Joy once if women really liked bigger penises, and she told me that was a myth. Most women would probably say it mattered more to men, than to themselves. She said as far as she was concerned, mine was a great size. Of course, mine was the only one she'd ever experienced. Scott quickly swung his large frame around to lie on top of her, his cock and balls now swinging directly over her clinched eyes. Holding her knees apart with his elbows, he went back to enthusiastically licking her pussy from top to bottom, pausing to rim her puckered little anus. I watched Joy's strained face as she struggled with her feelings, and as she finally opened her eyes to see what dangled before her. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw five pounds of cock and balls hanging right in front of her face. If it hadn't been so erotic, it'd have been funny! I heard an audible gasp escape from her mouth as Scott slowly lowered his groin downward, the spongy head barely touching her lips. After what seemed like a long time, her pink tongue finally darted out, disappeared again, and then returned to lick the head. Scott groaned, lowering his belly more as he redoubled his own efforts on her vagina. I saw the large cockhead disappear completely inside of her sweet mouth and almost came in my hand. I stopped touching myself, just watching as her cheeks hollowed, my innocent wife sucking a stranger's cock. Joy had performed oral on me often, but never to completion. I'd always marveled at how beautiful she looked while doing it. We also did sixty-nines, but it wasn't one of her favorite positions because she knew I had trouble controlling my orgasm when we were in that position. It was apparent that Scott was a master at what he was doing. Just as her thighs began trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably, he eased off, offering more of his cock for her mouth. It was the old stick and carrot routine. Joy had most of Scott's cock embedded in her throat, sucking and slobbering on it with enthusiasm as he pulled her pussy against his face. He held her that way, totally defenseless, ruthlessly fucking her face as she gagged and slobbered on his thick meat. Her toes were moving a mile a minute, her grunts and moans growing noticeably louder. I could see she was going over the edge soon and my cock throbbed with urgency, urging me to touch it. If I did, I knew I would go off. So I waited. I saw Scott's ass cheeks suddenly clinching, his balls tightening and I knew he was already there - pumping load after load down my pretty wife's working throat as she clutched his ass, pulling him deeper. Then she was sobbing her own orgasm around his pumping cock, whimpering, squealing and thrashing like a wild woman. Joy continued to tremble and shudder long after her orgasm ended, fully enjoying each little after-thrill, still holding Scott's cock inside her mouth as though reluctant to release it. Finally, he pulled out and slid around to face her. He lay on top of her, licking her half-open lips, kissing her unresisting mouth. Joy lay as though comatose, panting and dazed by her own unwilling response. I cleaned myself up with the box of tissues nearby, drained but still guiltily watching. After a while, Scott went back to sucking her tits again, and for the first time I noticed her panties were on the mattress beside her. Scott's thick cock was positioned against her glistening opening, not moving. Joy wasn't struggling now, her thighs slightly gripping him, her hands against his back, eyes staring up at him with expectation. She looked hungry, wild and hotter than I'd ever seen her. She seemed to be just waiting now. I watched as she closed her eyes again, taking short breaths through a half-open mouth. Her tongue licked her lips. Time froze as we all waited. One might ask why I didn't race over there with a baseball bat and stop him. It's complicated. First, I'd have to explain to Joy that I'd been the one who'd orchestrated the whole thing, putting her through this. To be honest, it was the most unexpectedly exciting thing I'd ever witnessed. My explosive climax had left me weak. As though hypnotized, I watched the big head of Scott's cock push her sloppy cunt lips apart, disappearing inside as her body arched upward to meet it, her pretty painted toenails starting up again. Scott's face was concentrating intently on what he was doing, his ass muscles bunching as he pushed harder. Joy grunted as though in pain, placing her hands against his chest in an attempt to control his entry. Scoot ignored her efforts, pushing deeper. It took a couple minutes but eventually he was completely inside her, his balls dangling against her anus. Then he started slowly fucking her as she made little mewing noises, the toes wiggling wildly. He did it with long, maddeningly slow strokes, resting on his hands and watching her facial expression intently as though observing her internal struggles with her desire. They both knew there could be only one outcome and that she'd lose her fight in the end. This went on for a full ten minutes, until her slender body was trembling and quaking with her need. His pace didn't increase and his expression never changed. I have to say this for the man, he had staying power. He kept it up until the small intermittent noises she'd been making, now came continuously, sounding almost pitiful. Suddenly she was staring up into his face with pleading eyes. "Scottie . . . Scott . . . no more . . . please . . ." As though of their own accord the hands against his chest slowly slid around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, as he slowly sank down on her and began a more rapid motion. His cock was glistening with her juices, its thickness pulling her cuntal lips out as it retreated, pushing them back inside as it plunged deep again. Soon he was punishing her with his thick cock, hard brutal thrusts that jarred her slender body, his large hairy balls bouncing against her anus. She simply went wild – wiggling - thrashing and clawing his back - her cries increasing in tempo until she was finally screaming her release. She came in about one minute, sobbing and crying out with pleasure as she attempted to climb him, suck his entire body inside her opening. From one camera, I could see thick white fluid being forced from around the tight seal his thick cock created inside her pussy. She had never squirted while fucking me, but it had to be her fluid because I could tell Scott hadn't cum yet. Also, she had never cum strictly from me fucking her. Joy always had to use her fingers to reach a climax. She said it was because some women had a high clitoris, resulting in a man's cock not being able to rub against it during intercourse. Scott's thick cock clearly rubbed and banged against her swollen clit, forcing it in and out with each stroke. As a result she'd cum like a banshee, making me feel even more inadequate. After Joy came, she was like a rag doll in Scott's huge hands as he continued hammering into her relentlessly. Every so often, she'd mew softly in protest, but didn't resist, not seeming aware that he was still using her. Having climaxed once in Joy's mouth, it seemed Scott could keep it going indefinitely. After what seemed like a long time, Joy lifted her hips a bit, rotating them very slightly as she moaned softly. Her thighs eventually came back up to grasp Scott's hips, her hands returning to his ass, her mouth seeking his again. What followed was another earth-shaking climax for the three of us. I sat with bowed head trying to calm my racing heart while tightly grasping my deflating cock. I'd cum so hard my prostate ached. I looked back at the laptop's screen and saw Joy was sitting up, a river of cum running from her swollen pussy onto the mattress. Long hair hid her face as she reached for her discarded panties, using them to wipe-up some of the semen from between her legs. Then she dropped them into a nearby trashcan. She looked listless, broken, completely defeated. Scott lay on is back, unmoving except to lift onto his elbows and stare at her as she prepared to leave. Lying across his thigh, his fat cock still glistened from their combined juices. Joy was finally able to pull herself up and wobbly stand, but her knees seemed weakened, hardly able to hold her upright. She secured her crumpled dress and pulled it over her head, and then picked up her shoes and purse. She stood and just gazed down at Scott for a full minute. Her hair was in disarray, her lips red and swollen, tear-tracks lining her pretty face. She looked stunningly beautiful. "You're a real son-of-a-bitch," she said softly, without any apparent anger. She turned to go, and then looking over her shoulder said, "You've ruined me." Carrying her shoes, she went through the door and I heard an engine start up a minute later. Young Wife: Ruined Ch. 02 After Joy departed Scott at his construction site I turned off the laptop and slumped in my chair, suddenly eaten up with guilt now that my passion had abated. It'd broken my heart to see her tear-streaked face as she'd left there in despair, after unwillingly giving in to her brutal, forbidden pleasure. To say the least, I was concerned for her mental state, anxiously watching for her when she eventually pulled up in her car. She sat behind the wheel for quite a while I saw her checking her face in the rearview mirror. She slowly got out and almost reluctantly walked to our front door. I hurried back into my office and sat down at my desk, just as the door shut behind her. "I'm back," she called out cheerfully as she stuck her head into my office, not a strand of hair out of place, perfect makeup and a dazzling smile. If I hadn't known she'd just been fucked out of her mind thirty minutes earlier, I'd never have known this was the same woman I'd been watching on my laptop screen. But I did know, and I could readily see the subtle changes in her appearance; slightly swollen bee-stung lips, still partially red eyes from recent tears, a strained smile. I also knew she wasn't wearing any panties, because I'd seen her use them to clean Scott's cum from her pussy and discard the soiled panties in a trashcan, before leaving there. I wondered if some of his cum still leaked from her pussy, dampening her thighs. From my wife's pussy. The girl who'd still been a virgin when we married. The vision of her drenched pussy flashed across my mind and I felt my own cock stir again. Why did having another man's semen soaking the walls of my beautiful wife's vagina, make me so excited? "Sick" is all I could think of. "How did the remodeling plans look?" I said, trying to keep it light. She wrinkled her brow as she made a show of looking out the window thinking about it. God, she just looked so darned cute! "To be totally truthful? Maybe we should consider taking a look at another contractor. Get another opinion, you know?" I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "Honey, I gave Scott five thousand bucks just for his time spent gathering supplies and to draw up those plans. I wouldn't get all of that back, and we'd be right back to square one." "Okay," she said in a small voice. "It was just a thought." What would she do if I simply walked over, lifted up her pretty, flowered-covered sundress, and stuck my hand between her legs? No doubt she'd be sloppy wet and still swollen from her recent fuck. I was mildly surprised by the small thrill that shot through me as I envisioned that. She'd probably think I just wanted to have sex, but even as my dick stirred I knew that wasn't a real possibility. I'd already cum twice watching her and Scott fuck, and it was way too soon for me to do it again. Still, the notion strangely excited me. I suppose it was out of guilt that she fixed my favorite desert and was overly attentive all night, even rubbing my feet as we watched TV. Shit, I also felt guilty for what I'd done, vowing to never let it happen again. But . . . I was still excited by what I'd seen. Puzzled and fascinated by my own behavior, I researched various websites about husband watching their wives have sex. It seemed it was all over the internet, the word "cuckold" repeatedly coming up. It was a term I'd obviously heard throughout the years but never really understood its true meaning. I was stunned to learn there were literally thousands of husbands who did this, suddenly feeling a little better about what I'd done - but not much. Monday, Wednesday and Fridays were the days I went to the gym. I skipped Monday, not wanting to face Scott so soon. On Wednesday I saw him shooting hoops alone, got on the treadmill and ran myself into exhaustion. As I changed shoes in the locker room, he stepped from the shower, his flaccid cock swinging like a large rope. I cringed as I mentally saw it hammering into Joy's almost-virgin vagina. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I replied, not looking up. He toweled off for a minute before he said, "You watch us?" I didn't answer, so his voice dropped lower and he said, "Jerk off?" I yanked my head up, glaring at his infectious grin. Then I just shrugged my shoulders. What the hell? It wasn't his fault. I'd agreed to do it, so I grinned back sheepishly. "Yeah. I never thought she'd do it." "One never ever knows," Scott replied, holding the towel at his side. I glimpsed his cock again before he turned, and the images of it hammering into Joy flashed through my mind again, making my own penis stir as I felt it inflate a little. He must have picked up on it, for he said, "I have the formal estimate written up, and it needs to be signed. I can drop by and have Joy do it if you want." "Scott . . . I don't . . ." "I installed one of the cameras inside my briefcase. Tested it out already and it works great. Twenty-five hundred bucks, Buddy." It wasn't the money at this point. It was the images I keep seeing. I wanted to see him do it again. I knew I had my laptop in the parking lot today. It would be so easy. Just one last time, I told myself, then no more. "Uh . . . I'll be home in about an hour," I almost whispered. "I could sign it then." "Got a meeting later. Has to be now," he said picking up his gym bag, preparing to leave. "Okay, go ahead," I heard myself saying quickly. Scott had a huge grin on his face as he departed. I waited a few minutes before I went out and got in my pick-up. I drove to the small park near my house, turned the laptop on and set it on the dash, just in time to see the door panel of Scott's Hummer. The screen jerked as it was picked up, and a car door slammed as the pavers in my front driveway floated past. I heard the doorbell ring, then Joy angrily demanding, "What the hell do you want?" Scott laughed. "Hey, truce, okay? I just have some papers for you and then I'll leave. No trouble. I promise." The door closed behind him as Scott sat the briefcase on the small table in our entryway. The high-quality camera lens picked up nearly the entire living room, clearly revealing both of them standing there. Joy was wearing white shorts and a stretchy halter top, her hair still damp from a recent shower. She wore no makeup, and she looked angry as Scott explained the estimate, showing her where she needed to sign. She scribbled her name hurriedly, handing the paperwork back as Scott laid it on the table beside his briefcase. He held out his hand. Joy looked a little rattled, but he smiled, saying, "My pen?" "Oh." Giving him a little embarrassed smile, she handed it over. I hadn't noticed it, and apparently neither had Joy, but when Scott had turned to place the paperwork on the table he'd pulled down his sweat suit, his cock and balls now dangling freely. His hand suddenly shot out and enfolded Joy's much smaller one as he took the pen from her with his free hand, forcing hers downward with the other, wrapping her fingers around his half-inflated cock. It happened in an instant! I could tell from Joy's shocked expression, this was the last thing she expected. Me too. I leaned forward, my breath coming quicker now. Scott just held her hand there, staring into her face as his cock steadily grew harder. Joy hissed angrily through her teeth as she tried pulling away, and I was surprised when he finally released her hand. "Get out!" she told him. He didn't move for a moment, hands at his side, his big cock staring at her with its one big eye, jerking every few seconds. "This is the way I've been every day since you came over," he said, sounding sincere. "I get so hard just thinking about you, that it's painful." Scott was standing nearly sideways to the camera. The conniving bastard was obviously aware of its positioning and wanted me to see everything. I was watching Joy's face which was still obviously embarrassed, but . . . something else, too. What? Then I saw her subtly glance down, quickly looking back up as her face grew even redder. "Scott . . . please. It shouldn't have happened." "But it did happen, Joy. I haven't been able to think about anything else since." Joy licked her lips nervously and couldn't seem to stop herself as she glanced downward again. "I love my husband, Scottie . . . I do!" Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I can't do this." Scoot didn't reply for a full minute then he said softly, "Yes you can. Come here." As though hypnotized or in a state of trance, she obediently moved closer and then simply slid down on her knees. Looking as if she were about to swoon, she swallowed half his cock in a single gulp. She must have also been thinking about it ever since it'd happened. She looked starved. For the next several minutes she made love to his giant appendage, slurping on his thickness, her eyes half-closed while making little mewing sounds of contentment. It looked to me as though she were about to orgasm just from doing it. Jealousy suddenly washed over me - stabbing - hurting. But my cock was having none of that. It was rock-hard and throbbing painfully for attention. I released it from the confines of my sweat suit, gently holding it in my hand, as I watched my wife expertly sucking off another man. The word I'd seen on the net - cuckold . . . cuckold . . . cuckold - kept echoing in my mind. I felt sick, depraved, but I couldn't stop watching. Scott was breathing through his mouth now, his face tense, looking pained. I knew he was getting close but when he tried pulling back, Joy moaned and clasped the backs of his thighs in hers hands, pulling him tighter. After a brief struggle, Scott wrapped his fingers in her hair and roughly yanked her hungry mouth off his pulsating cock. Eyes clinched tightly, her mouth and tongue still working in an attempt to recapture the fullness of his cock, he held her just out of reach as he gasped for breath and tried regaining his composure. Attesting to just how close he'd been, a string of pre-cum connected to the head of his cock was still attached to joy's lips. More of it flowed from the small hole in his spongy crown, causing it to look slick and glassy. "New rule," he finally gasped, holding her head away. "I'm going to unload in your mouth, and you're going to suck it down like it's sweet cream. Every fucking drop! Then you're going to keep working my cock with your sweet mouth until I'm hard again. Afterwards, I'll fuck you just like last time - until the top of your head blows off." He released her hair as she looked up at him, and dreamingly swallowed his cock again. I could see her tongue trailing up the thick vein on the bottom of his cock each time she withdrew her mouth. No man could withstand that for long. Scott's ass cheeks tightened, his balls drew upward and I watched his dick throbbing as gob after gob shot into my wife's working throat. She withdrew a little so she could accommodate the steady stream, and some escaped around the seal of her mouth. She immediately went down and licked it off, and then quickly engulfed his thickness once more. She looked like a hooker, an expert cocksucker. This wasn't the innocent girl I'd married. This was a woman who clearly loved the taste and feel of a warm cock in her mouth. I suddenly realized that I'd created something I hadn't counted on, and it scared me. After he'd shuddered a final time while expelling with his last gush - about the time I'd also shot mine - Joy became noticeably gentler in her manipulations, probably sensing the tenderness of his cock once he'd cum. But she didn't completely stop. She tenderly scratched his hairy balls with her red nails, gently nibbling the loose skin around them, sliding her slick tongue along the entire length of his deflating cock, and sucking away any pre-cum still dribbling from his tiny hole. Her expression was one of a person who was deeply intoxicated, thoroughly captivated; her heavy-lidded eyes staring into a void far away, unseeing. At that moment, only she and this cock mattered in her world. It was a sight that both excited and frightened me. After a while, I saw Scott's cock was getting hard again. Unexpectedly grasping her arms, Scott pulled Joy unresisting to her feet, and unceremoniously pushed her face-down over the back of a large chair. It hurt to see someone treating my loving wife like a common whore but she didn't seem to mind, so why should I, I asked myself. In fact she anxiously stared back over her shoulder at Scott, as though impatient for him to begin violating her. The beautiful heavily-lidded, vacant eyes looked like some sort of predator, as I saw her slowly lick her swollen lips in anticipation. Scott stood to one side purposely so I could see her wide-open slit, glistening and sopping wet, seemingly inviting his cock to enter it. I knew he was taunting me. I didn't care right then. My dick was quickly jerking back to life once more. He made no pretense at gentleness this time, just walking up between her splayed legs and jamming the entire length of his awesome thickness inside her. Joy squealed as her knees buckled with surprise and probably some pain I'm sure. She would've fallen if not for the chair-back. Scott used his thick cock like a battering ram as he attacked her vagina, jarring her forward with each punishing thrust of his hips, her hair flying wildly around her face. Every so often her face became visible and I saw it was scrunched-up, with pain. It was evident to me that Joy's desire had suddenly turned into something else, as she attempted to look back over her shoulder at Scott, whimpering pitifully . . . finally pleading. "Please, Scottie. Please wait. Let me . . ." He completely ignored her pleas. If anything, he increased his tempo using his ass like a jackhammer as she wiggled to escape, struggling against his brutal attack. I felt sorry for her but strangely, I also wanted it to hurt. Because I hurt each time I saw her kiss this creep's dick! ""You like big cock, baby?" I heard Scott croak, gasping from his exertions. "This is what a big cock feels like. Wait till you get it up the ass! You are going to come back begging for more of this big cock." Each time he pulled out, it appeared he took some of her pussy lining with him, then he battered her deformed clit mercilessly as he hammed it back inside. His cock and balls were slimy with her body fluids, pussy juice coating her entire crotch and both thighs. Somewhere along the line she'd stopped protesting and I saw that she'd lifted up on her toes, now helping him violate her. Her hands frantically clutched the back of the chair, knuckles white from the effort of pushing herself backward to meet his thrusts. Apparently, it no longer hurt, I thought almost resentfully as I held my own cock in a death-grip. It was difficult to reconcile my young naïve wife with the wanton creature I saw before me - drinking another man's sperm - spreading her legs as wide as they would go in order to capture as much cock as possible. My sedate little wife had always seemed to like our sex life, well enough, but this woman was insatiable, out of control! I had to keep reminding myself that this was Joy, not some porno star. Scott suddenly buried his thick shaft right up to the hilt, froze there for an instant, and began clinching his ass-cheeks rapidly. None of us could take this kind of punishment for long and we all reached the end about the same time; Scott and me grunting loudly as we both exploded, Joy sobbing, crying, screaming once, her wet hair flying wildly around her pretty, twisted face. I filled the tissue with my cum just as Scott filled my wife's swollen pussy with his. My mind stretched to its limits, I watched his thick sperm being forced from around his tightly sealed cock, running copiously down Joy's trembling thighs. It looked like an awful lot and I wondered how a guy could have that much spunk stored in his balls. I squirted a few times and it was over. Scott pumped and pumped long after I would've been finished. As it was, some of my load had missed the tissue, shot skyward and was all over the truck's dashboard. I couldn't move. Joy was mewing softly now, clinching her rounded cheeks and slowly rotating her ass, clasping Scott's cock inside and soaking it with their spent fluids. Her eyes were closed, her face now relaxed, and she finally emitted something that sounded like a final, contented little sob. Scott remained motionless across her back, gasping for breath while trying to recover from his exertion. Joy lay as though dead for a long time, with the soft cock still embedded in her swollen cunt. At last, I heard her give a tiny groan of protest as Scott slowly withdrew his cock like a huge snake easing out of its hole. A river of whiteness followed it and I watched with dispassion as it dropped onto our carpet, probably soiling it forever. I knew that wasn't the only thing that was now soiled, vaguely wondering if our lives would ever be the same. When Friday rolled around once more, I decided not to go to the gym. Joy acted distracted and withdrawn, and that was probably understandable, given the circumstances. I felt depressed too, guiltily wondering if I should tell her of my role in this drama. I decided against doing that. The whole thing was deplorable enough already without adding to it in some way. We made love Saturday evening as usual, and nothing had changed much - but for some reason it didn't quite seem the same. For example, I now knew the kind of orgasms she was capable of having and wanted desperately to help her have one. Maybe I tried too hard. When I performed oral for her, I felt her body stiffen a bit and a small shudder run through her, but despite my best efforts I wasn't able to produce the bucking and sobbing stuff I'd seen her do with Scott. And she still wouldn't let me cum in her mouth. That hurt, too. I tried to analyze why, after all these years, had I suddenly wanted to watch another man screw my wife. I'd never been into voyeurism. Thoughts of watching another couple - such as friends or neighbors fucking - had never pushed my buttons. And it wasn't Scott and his big dick, either. It could have been any other man with any-sized dick, and I'd feel the same way. It slowly dawned on me that it was my wife's pleasure that did it for me! To watch her frantically squirming while trying to achieve that ultimate orgasm, to obtain that mind-altering level of desire - that was what did it for me. I simply loved watching her being her pleasured! When we both sought counseling later, I was to find out that my analysis of our behavior wasn't far off the mark. I'd never been able to help her reach that level of gratification, and just to see how much excitement she derived from the sex she'd had with Scott - and to some extent his large cock - was a complete turn-on. In a nut-shell I was letting her experience her own suppressed carnality, while vicariously living out my own, simply from watching her being pleasured. As I suspected and later confirmed in therapy, the total decadence of the act itself and Joy's impulsive addictive nature played a large role in making it happen, too. I was finally glad to learn I wasn't solely responsible, but I'd find that out in therapy much later when without totally sabotaging my own maleness, I was finally able to accept that size does make a difference to some women - Joy being one of them. The thickness of Scott's endowment had allowed him to massage her clit during intercourse and produce more pleasure than mine ever could. Possibly the added factor of his forcefulness and it being totally forbidden fruit, was simply the frosting on the cake. Well, on to my story. I skipped gym again on Monday and by the next day Joy was back to being her cute, vivacious self again. I accepted that I loved her more than life and would do anything to make her happy. I also knew she loved me. I made up my mind that I'd let Scott know we were finished with our extramarital experiment. It was over. Well, as I was to find, not quite over. Young Wife: Ruined Ch. 02 I received a text message from Scott early the next morning. All it said was, "Woke up with morning wood. Will call at exactly 9:00 AM. Don't answer. Listen in, if you want.  I'll have my briefcase with me.   ." I fired one back. "No!!" He came back with, "9:00 sharp!" After that, he didn't answer any more that I sent. I fought it but the closer it got to the time, the more I thought about how his cock had looked sliding in and out of Joy. By nine, I had a railroad spike! The phone rang and I stared at it until I heard Joy pick up the kitchen extension, then eased mine out of its cradle, listening. Scott was speaking but I didn't catch it. I heard Joy mutter, " . . . no." "Joy, this morning my cock is so hard it hurts. All I can think about is your warm wet mouth around it. I'll meet you at that park near your house, at noon. I only have thirty minutes, just time enough for a blow-job. Take the right fork just inside the gate and come to the picnic tables in the clump of trees. Twelve sharp." "No. I won't be there, Scott. I can't do this anymore." "You'll come," he said and hung up. It'd sounded like he was talking to a whore, the way he addressed her on the phone. I was both happy, and sorry she'd declined his invitation. My dick was so hard I had trouble concentrating. I tried to work but my mind was on other things. I could hear Joy puttering around in the kitchen. At ten minutes of twelve, she struck her head in my doorway, looking flustered. "Have to run to the store for a few things, darling. Need anything?" I mutely shook my head, and felt a stab of jealousy as the front door slammed. With trembling fingers, I pushed the key strokes that would activate Scott's camera. He was sitting in the back seat of his Hummer, fully clothed and grinning. I knew he couldn't see or hear me, but I could do both with him. "She leave yet?" It kind of pissed me off that he just assumed that I'd be there watching. Then I heard, "I think I see her." I watched as he unzipped his trousers and extracted a semi-harden slab of meat, winking as he did so. He proceeded to stroke it until it was standing rigidly on its own, getting ready for my wife, I thought angrily. A couple minutes later his Hummer door opened and Joy slid across the seat to him, her eyes glued to his rampant cock. She didn't utter a word, just moaned in a small show of appreciation as she leaned down and swallowed almost half of it. Grinning, Scott laid his head back and closed his eyes, just enjoying it. "I don't have a lot of time today, baby. You'll have to hurry this along," he said, grunting a little as she took most of it down her white throat. Now that it was happening, my guilt instantly vanished as I watched her hungry mouth devouring his cock. I was fascinated by the large lump the crown created, moving up and down her soft throat each time she lowered her head to swallow it. It appeared as if Joy would do as he'd demanded, because I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked more forcibly than the previous times, as though to get him off quickly. Her pink tongue continuously flicked out, licking along the bottom as she worked hard to make him cum. I'd come to associate the licking tongue as part of her technique, although I'd never felt it. He only lasted about five minutes, arching up to sink his meat deeper as he grunted and shot a gooey stream down her throat. Joy backed off a bit, letting his thick load coat her mouth and tongue. She lovingly held only a third of his thick meat inside her gently sucking moisture, this time letting him fill her mouth instead of shooting it all down her throat. I watched her mouth fill-up, dribbling out around the corners, then her throat muscles working frantically to swallow the huge load. When Scott finally finished, her lips were wet and sticky from a little of it she'd lost. She licked her lips clean, and went back down on it again all the way to his balls. She was still attacking his cock as if she were starving for it, when he'd finally had enough. After a while, Scott forced her head away. "Jezz, baby! Take it easy! I gotta go. Important meeting with my suppliers. Wish I had time to give you a decent fucking, but got to make a living. I'll call tomorrow." He laughed dryly. "You'll need it by then." We'd discovered a few years previous, that Joy has an addictive personality. As a child it'd been food, and she had gained quite a bit of weight before overcoming that. After I met her, we'd become acquainted with a couple who were into recreational drug use. After just a few times of using it, she had nearly been hooked on the white powder. As a result, we'd subsequently swore-off of all drugs, even pot. I remember the last time we'd used it, and the expression she'd had on her lovely face as she stared longingly at the small package of powder. It was the same expression I now saw on her face. Joy looked dazed, confused and as if she were about to cry. Pouting cutely, she slid back and opened the door, her eyes pleading silently for her fix. Scott didn't even seem to notice as he got out on his side, jarring the camera as he slammed the car door. I couldn't see either of them, but I heard him say, "Don't worry baby. Just think how good it's going to be when I give it to you." Scott reached back and turned off the camera, as it black. I sat there a long time, feeling like I wanted to cry. Young Wife: Ruined Ch. 03 From the files of Cleo: Young Wife: Ruined Chapter 3 After she left Scott at the park, I waited for a while before I heard Joy drive up. She came in trying to keep her head turned to the side, but I could see her face was still red with excitement and her lips were swollen. She headed directly for the bedroom. "Everything okay, darling," I asked as she closed the bedroom door. "I have a splitting headache," I heard muffled through the door. "I'm going to lie down for a while." I sat alone in my den, saddened by the turn of events, and feeling guilty for my role in all this. My cock still ached though, from the fantastic cum I'd had while watching Joy suck Scott's dick a short time earlier. I'd seen he hadn't let her cum and vaguely wondered if she were behind that locked door with her hand buried inside her sopping pussy. If she was, why hadn't she asked me to take a nap with her? I know the answer. It wasn't my cock she wanted. It was Scott's. For the next several days, Joy remained sullen, and depressed. I tried perking her up by taking her out for dinner, but even after that she pleaded a headache when we went to bed. I lay there and held my cock for an hour before I too drifted off to sleep. The next day, Scott called again. I still use a regular phone at home with two numbers, because it lets me record a lot more messages and it's attached to my FAX machine. I only use my cellphone for personal calls. I was in my den working and since it wasn't my work number I let Joy answer it. Hearing her mumbling softly, I eased the phone out of its stand and listened. " . . . you bastard." "Be nice, baby. I got something for you." When she didn't answer, he went on. "You want what I got, or not? I've got a lot to do." As soon as he'd finished the sentence, I heard Joy quickly whispering, "Yes." "I'm at home and the door's unlocked. Come on in and you'll find me on the couch in the living room. You've got fifteen minutes to get here, and then I'll leave." He abruptly clicked off. As she hung-up I slid my phone back into its cradle just as she called out, "I'm off for a while, Darling. Got some errands to run. Need anything?" I watched as she almost ran to her car and drove off. Somehow, I had to end this. I understood it had a lot to do with Joy's addictive personality, but I did not know exactly how to handle it. Maybe I'd just have to come clean about my part in it and hope she somehow forgave me -- more importantly, I prayed she would give up the one thing she now craved like a drug. But that would have to wait until later, because my heart was thumping wildly inside my chest and I felt my cock quickly filling with blood. My own desire was solidly in command as I rushed back to the den and switched on my laptop, revealing the four small screens. The first thing I saw was Scott sprawled on a couch, his sweatpants around his ankles, stroking his thick meat. His cocky grin made me feel sick. I knew he couldn't see or hear me, but that he also knew I could see him - if I was watching. He knew I'd be watching. He'd somehow gotten both me and Joy hooked on this depravity, and was reveling in it. I was jolted as Scott suddenly said, "I can see out the window, old buddy. I'll let you know the minute she arrives." The bastard winked. I moved the box of tissue closer and clutched my cock, waiting, shaking with anticipation. After a few minutes, Scott said, "I saw her drive past real slow like she's considering not coming in. Oops, there she goes again. She didn't stop." My feelings were confusing. Did I want her to just say, 'fuck it,' and simply drive away? Part of me did. My cock didn't. As Scott spoke again I looked back at the monitor. "Ah . . . there she is. She's getting out . . . coming to the door. Bye old buddy. Enjoy." I saw Joy's pony-tail bounce past number one camera as she scurried over to drop between Scott's hairy outstretched legs. The number two screen was at an angle, and I switched my vision to it just in time to see her next act. She didn't hesitate, simply swallowing more than half his meat, her eyes closed in apparent rapture. Her cheeks hollowed a bit as she tugged on his cock with gentle suctions, drawing a soft gasp from Scott as he wrapped his fingers around her pony-tail, lightly pulling on it. Her expression was the same one I'd seen the night she'd snorted coke the first time, feeling its unexpected affect surging through her system. She'd looked as if she was in heaven that night - she looked the same sucking on Scott's thick meat. He pulled the rubber-band from around her pony-tail and let her hair fall free, grasping it tighter. If it was painful, Joy never acknowledged it in any way. That cock seemed the only thing that mattered to her. Scott was speaking now, in between gasps. "Suck it dry . . . baby . . . don't get any . . . on my couch. Then, I'll . . . fuck . . . you til you . . . scream." Joy moaned a soft agreement, and it seemed she redoubled her efforts to increase his pleasure. She licked down the thick vein on the bottom, then held his cock up and nibbled his nuts as she'd done every time I'd seen her do this with him. But then she did more. Lifting his balls out of the way, hungrily licking the little patch of skin under them and sucking it like a small kitten with a tit. Scott drew his knees up and was clutching them in the crooks of his arms, trying desperately to look down, watch my wife's debasement. Her eyes remained closed as she let her tongue trail downward into his crack, lower and lower as Scott's knees trembled, his feet stretching as though trying to touch something invisible. I couldn't see her face because her hair was in the way but I could tell the instant her tongue found Scott's anus. He groaned loudly and lifted his ass just a bit more, trembling all over as she attacked his puckered hairy asshole like she was starved, slowly stroking his cock as she did so. What the fuck had my precious wife turned into? I could hear her loud slurping as she worked on his anus, pulling his hairy cheeks apart, trying to get deeper. I watched her assault his ass for several minutes as I alternatively beat-off until I nearly exploded, then forcing my hands away for a minute, and then beating it some more. It was the most depraved, exciting thing I'd ever witnessed! Joy slid her tongue up under his nuts, gently took first one and then the other into her mouth, and then trailed her lips back up the thick vein under his cock to the spongy crown. I saw she was staring up at Scott as she licked the clear liquid from the head of his twitching cock, and then simply swallowed the entire thing. Scott screamed as he came - instantly! As my own sperm flew before I could cover my cock with a tissue, I saw Scott's ass clinch and his balls draw-up as he wrapped his fingers in Joy's hair, burying it in her throat right up to the pubic hair, holding her gagging and chocking as she swallowed frantically to keep from strangling. Her throat muscles jumped and bobbed for a long time, and he didn't let her go until he'd emptied everything his balls were aching to expel. My own cock had grown soft and tender by the time he finally let go of Joy's head and pulled his long cock from her throat. She fell back on her heels, her head down, coughing for a minute. When she looked back up and I could see her expression once more, I saw her eyes were heavy-lidded and that she had that dreamy, just-fucked look on her pretty face she always got after sex. Only this time it was even more so. It was like the coke she'd used. I observed her hand float out almost lovingly, and slide up and down on Scott's wet, half-softened dick. She never took her eyes off it to look up at him, scratching his damp balls with her long nails, finally painting the head of his cock with the final dribbles from his pee-hole. Then she licked it in the manner she would lick the lips of a lover, her eyes closed, savoring the taste. "Get in the bedroom," Scott said suddenly. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty pussy until you follow me around like a little puppy dog begging for more." On one screen I saw her practically run into the bedroom and jump onto the king-sized bed there. By the time Scott arrived she already undressed, lying on her back with her legs spread. Scott laughed at her urgency. "Jeeze baby! You really want this thing, don't you?" Joy didn't answer, just kept staring hungrily at it as he climbed onto the bed, his thick meat swinging between his legs like a giant sausage. He crawled right up over her face and let it hang there. "Make it hard, baby. Then daddy will give it to you." Joy looked like a calf I'd seen at the county fair, trying to engulf its mother's tit as it swung just out of reach. Scott seemed delighted by her efforts, laughing at her as he swung his genitals around in front of her pretty face, barely escaping her lips as she struggled to capture it in her mouth. Tiring of the game, he finally lowered his hips and let her have what she wanted. Contentment wasn't the word to describe her expression as she suckled on it, urgent to get him hard again. Once it was, Scott didn't waste time with attempts to show tenderness. He just slid down between her out-stretched legs, stared into her straining face for a few seconds, and then hammered into her full-force. How someone as small as Joy could accommodate anything that long and thick, is a mystery. I could not comprehend why it didn't rupture her womb, especially the way Scott was using it on her. Joy screamed a couple of times but she didn't fight back, wrapping her long legs around his body, her arms around his neck, searching for his mouth with her own as she pulled him closer. She seemed to relish the pain and along with it, the pleasure it brought. My cock was hard again and I stroked it as I watched her debasement. From where I was watching, it looked as if he were ripping the lining of her vagina out, each time he withdrew. If he was, she didn't seem to mind. I couldn't hold back and came long before either of them did. When he did, it was a flood. I knew he's just cum a short time earlier, and where the river of white fluid came from in such copious amounts, I could not understand. My own climax had been about half the volume it'd been the first time. Joy seemed able to feel him shooting inside her for when he did, it set-off her own orgasm. She simply went nuts! How I wished she could experience such pleasure with me. How I wished I could derive such pleasure from her, as well. In a way, we were both hooked on this, addicts waiting for our next fix. As I saw her willingly cleaning Scott's cock afterward, I felt so sad for both of us, I wanted to die. I'd tell Joy about all of it, and see if we could find help to overcome this thing. If it hadn't already destroyed our marriage, maybe we still had a chance. I finally told her my sad story. I won't go into all the self-recriminations or the angry shouting matches we had as a result, but the next two weeks were hell on earth. Sometimes we'd end up screaming and sometimes just holding on to each other and crying. After one crying session, we agreed to see a counsellor, someone who dealt with family situations like ours. During the two months we went to the sessions our therapist suggested Joy not take Scott's calls or see him while we were in her care. I found out later that she did go see him twice, but I forgave her and we steadfastly went back to counselling. We found out a lot about ourselves in the sessions, and about what other people did as well. We weren't alone. There were thousands of couples out there in situations just like ours. Maybe ours was a bit more complicated due to Joy's additive bent, but not much more. Our therapist wasn't judgmental, and told us that with counselling many people finally broke out of the lifestyle, and led "normal lives." But, she also said just as many accepted who they were and continued on because it became easier for them once they understood their feelings. She said that if we really wanted to, we could break the cycle, go back to the way were before we met Scott. She also told us that if we accepted the fact we loved each other, and that seeing the other one enjoying more pleasure with someone else brought happiness, there was nothing wrong with living our lives as we wanted. The main thing was to not repress our sexuality, or blame the other for our own desires. Try to understand each other's feelings and do whatever brought us the most happiness. Our lives are different now. Scott was a part of it for a while, coming to our house whenever he wanted and having sex with Joy. I watched and they didn't mind - the best of all worlds. He even went on vacations with us. Since Scott, there have been others. We've found we like the variety of changing Joy's partners after a while. Each one is inventive in their own way and each offers us something we need. Joy and I are even more in love than ever and when we have sex now, she even screams once in a while. As I said, things are improving.