8 comments/ 61102 views/ 15 favorites Caught by the Help By: Rich5Spot I arrived home and my wife in a state of panic. She was frantically explaining to me that she had made a big mistake and needed my help. She described that she had been cheating the system for the past two years in her import business from China. Basically she had used phony documents to bring in items through customs at a substantially lower cost. Now, her part-time employee (off the books) had stumbled onto her scam and brought it to her attention. She had contacted an attorney and we faced substantial fines and jail time if the authorities found out. Wait did she say we? Well my name was on the company as well and yes she did. My first thought was what did Marcus (her employee) want? I mean he was basically just a nice unassuming 22-year old kid helping her out for 20 hours a week trying to learn about business. He was always courteous and respectful. I figured he wasn't looking to get us in trouble. Well, that's when my wife kind of filled in a few blanks. First, she said that Marcus was extremely bright and street smart. Second, he had told her he would be by later tonight after the kids went to bed to talk about "our options." And third, he constantly hit on her all the time. She took it is joking around at the time, but he told her tonight to make sure she was wearing a sexy outfit he described in detail when he arrived. It was now 7:15 and I needed a drink as did my wife. The kids would be in bed by nine and Marcus would arrive about ten. I poured us each a glass of wine and we went about homework and such with the kids as I tried to stay calm and think. I didn't know what to think as I got the kids to bed. My wife went upstairs to get ready for our meeting with Marcus. My name is Randy, a married 43 year-old white man who is remarkably average. Not tall, not short. A bit stocky and not overly muscular, I work as a paper pusher for an electronics company in the city. I live about 45 minutes outside the city with my wife, son and daughter. My wife Jenna, is the daughter of Chinese immigrants who moved here when she was 16 years old. She is now 42-years old, about 5' 2" tall and about 120 lbs. She is carrying about 15 lbs more than when we married with a little flab around the belly. But her ass is still sexy and she is still pretty at her age. When I met her, she wore heels all the time which would show her shapely legs, but for the last 8 to 10 years she has become quite conservative and rarely shows off much of her assets. We have a 10 year old daughter and a seven year old son and have been married 12 years. It was about 9:45 when Jenna came down the stairs. I couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like I had gotten into a time machine and gone back to when we were dating. She was wearing a short black dress that stopped mid thigh and was cut low, showing off her perky B Cup breasts. It clung to her body since it was so tight. She hadn't worn that since before we had married. You could see the small protrusion of her belly as she came down the steps. She also had on 4-inch heels that really showed that although her ankles were a bit stocky, her legs still had a sexy shape. Her hair was down straight instead of her normal pony tail or up with a chopstick, and her makeup was on thick. She looked like a complete slut. As she went past me I could see how the material clung to her shapely meaty ass. Wow she looked great. I had an instant hard on. I asked Jenna for an explanation of the outfit and what the hell was actually going on. She told me that Marcus had told her that he noticed some problems with the paperwork he was filing in comparison to what was received. Of course that wasn't his job, but he was a conscientious guy. After going through past shipments he realized it was a scam and he said he made copies of "everything". She explained to him that she didn't have much money as she just did what she did to survive and she wasn't loaded with cash. He laughed and told her that she now worked for him and that he would be by to discuss details. He also told her since she didn't have money, she would need to impress him with other "assets" and told her to be dressed in a slutty dress with no panties or bra when he arrived. He then told her he knew exactly how much trouble she (and me) were in and that with no real money to fight, we were going to prison for at least 5 years and all our assets would be forfeited. She confirmed this with an attorney and therefore had complied with his dress requirements. She then told me that she expected him to demand sex from her tonight. No shit I thought to myself. Then she explained that she didn't see any other choice. I told her that we couldn't just let him own us. Maybe we should try and deny it, that it was a onetime deal and call his bluff. But Jenna said she had given him too much access to her computer server and that he had too many details. He had us cold. I told her that maybe we could turn it around on him or that maybe he wouldn't go through with it. We were never bad, mean or nasty to him. We almost treated him like family. I could see on Jenna's face that something was wrong. She said that Marcus had a chip on his shoulder and was not to be messed with. Apparently, as a black kid he had some early issues with not so nice whites and Asians and she believed our treatment of him would not help. Plus she reiterated our earlier conversation that he was a very horny kid that hit on her all the time. He was going to cash in if he could, she reasoned. Jenna is a very self assured and confident woman. She is ruthless and strong so I was surprised to see her raise the white flag so easy. I told her that she was thinking worst case and that we could likely salvage a workable situation. Otherwise, we are looking at being the sex slave of a 22 year old black kid with a racial ax to grind. God knows what other ramifications would hang over us forever? Then Jenna finally got around to what was scaring her. Her contact at customs was connected and that if he found out he was compromised, god only knows what might happen to all of us and our families, including Marcus. Even I couldn't suggest we pin in all on Marcus and let him take the heat. Jenna thinking ahead told me that they wouldn't stop at Marcus and that we would be in trouble no matter what. Based on this fear, Jenna seemed willing to do whatever Marcus wanted to keep him quiet. Just before ten there was a knock at the door. I went over and answered the door and let him in. I held out my hand but he just laughed and walked right by me. I had only met Marcus a few times. He had never intimidated me before, but maybe because I knew he really owned us I felt like a little boy compared to him. He was a muscular 6' 3" and about 205 pound specimen with a shaved head that was well groomed and sharply dressed. This imposing young man walked straight over to Jenna and kissed her flush on the lips and grabbed her ass like he owned it (which he did.) "Hey Randy" he told to me. "Get me something to drink while I let you guys know how things are going to be." I went to get him a beer as he grabbed Jenna's hand and brought her over to the couch and had he sit next to him. I brought the drink to him and he pointed towards the chair. I walked over and sat and faced him and my wife. "OK look" he said. "You guys are in deep trouble and I hold the key to your futures. You will both go to jail for a long time and lose everything that you have worked for. Those are the facts." He was right. And all three of us knew it. He continued. "So what I say will be done without question. To prove that, Jenna unzip my pants and give me a blow job while I lay out what I plan to do." I started to protest but Jenna shushed me and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. His cock was impressive as it was both longer and thicker than my own. I have measured mine to 7" but not overly thick. He was uncircumcised and probably 8.5" inches long and thick. Jenna started licking his shaft and then started slowly sucking on his prick, eventually getting about ½ in while jerking the bottom of the shaft with her hand. "Very good," he said proudly. "Now I have no interest in watching you guys go to prison or losing all your money. In fact, all I want is some assistance in going into my own business. You guys will be my part time labor force. Kind of a role reversal you could say." Jenna was slurping away trying to get him off. I would have come already but I could tell Marcus had more staying power than me. Marcus then gave my wife a few tips. "Now Jenna, no cheating here. I want you to swallow my entire cock. None of this top blow job and mostly hand. You suck me down to the shaft like a good slut." Jenna, removed her hand and started slowly working as much of his cock as she could. She didn't say a word. If I had said anything like that to her it would have started a huge fight. Marcus continued. "Jenna will kind of be my personal assistant. On call whenever I need her array of talents." Jenna was too busy working on his dick to react but it sounded like she was his on call prostitute. But before we could let our minds wander he filled us in. "Well actually," he stated with authority, "Jenna will become like a girlfriend. My date on Friday and Saturday night if I wish. My piece of ass whenever I need it. She can stay married to you, but I am a priority and Randy is my bitch. I really don't know what to do with you, but humiliating you will do." Well my wife was sucking on his cock while he spoke, so that was pretty apparent. So he wanted to fuck my wife. GREAT! Well not great but basically what Jenna anticipated. Jenna stopped to say something but Marcus grabbed her head and pushed it down sternly. "Make no mistake. I am in charge!" He said as he manhandled the back of her head. He continued. "I no longer work for you. From this moment on you do as I say and don't stop till your assignment is completed. My blow job ain't finished." My confident and strong wife who would never allow being talked to so sternly from anyone, started sucking like a bitch in heat. I couldn't tell if she was reacting to his dominant demeanor or the fear of what he could do. But at that moment she appeared to be turned on as opposed to doing a rational act to stay out of jail. Through all our dating and marriage she never seemed like a horny slut. She did now. "That's it girl", he snickered. "Looks like she understands." Jenna was moving at an insane pace, bobbing up and down like a woman possessed. He tensed up and it was apparent he was about to cum. He started to spew and filled Jenna's mouth with his semen. He didn't even have to tell her; she swallowed his entire load. With me she always ran to the bathroom and spit it out. I was starting to wonder if I could have been more demanding with my wife. If only I had been more forceful, maybe I would have had this sexual dynamo. Marcus looked into my wife's eyes and asked, "OK. Now that your task is done, what was it that you wanted to say?" Jenna was lost initially and stuttered until she remembered what she wanted to say. "Girlfriend Marcus?" She questioned. "Wouldn't you be better served with a woman your age? I have a husband. I'm old and ugly. Isn't there something better you could ask for?" He was not deterred at all. He was cool and calm and determined. "Listen Jenna. You're a sexy Milf. I always liked your ass and now it's mine. I always felt like you thought you were above me like the Mom of this Chinese girl I dated for a short time. They were too good for me, but now I can teach some proper manners," he said. I countered quickly, "Listen Marcus. We had nothing to do with that. We treated you with respect." Marcus would have none of it. "Listen Randy. You guys didn't invite me over like that Chinese guy I replaced. Your wife doesn't realize that I listen to everything she says; not just to me but to others, on the phone. Conversations with you. I could tell you guys felt you were above me. I know you didn't want to socialize with the black kid. Now you guys will respect me. Respect black people." Jenna tried to get in a word but was cut short. I certainly didn't have anything against blacks I knew personally. But I certainly wasn't immune to a few jokes or put downs and stereotyping in general. What did I say or do to this kid. I couldn't remember anything. I guess you're always under surveillance. "Enough already!" He bellowed. "I make the rules and you can accept them or pay the penalty." He again asserted his dominance over us. He was in charge and we were going to do what he said and he knew it. He then laid out his terms as clear as day. He was very explicit. "1. Jenna will have sex whenever I want, with whomever I want, however I want. 2. Jenna will not were pants or panties from this minute forward. She will always were 3" or higher heels and her skirt will never be below the knee. Always ready for fucking. 3. We will go on dates around the neighborhood were we will be seen together as a romantic couple. You can explain this however you wish, including the truth. 4. Randy will be a cuckolded bitch. He will do whatever I ask of him including anything sexual if so asked. 5. You will respect all black people you have contact with and understand you are no better than them." Jenna agreed immediately before we could discuss it or attempt to negotiate. I had guessed that based on the evening's events that he was going to have her dress as a slut and have sex with him. That was a given. But 'whomever' I was really concerned about. Did he plan to whore her out? Also, why did he have to advertise to the neighborhood? It was already bad enough that my wife was going to be fucking someone else, but now my neighbors, friends and family would know. Probably the word would filter to work; the guys from softball. However what choice did we have? It was agreed and we were stuck. "I didn't finish" Marcus explained. He produced an ankle bracelet with the spade symbol on it. He placed it on her right ankle and told her to wear it and display it at all times. He said that if any black guy hits on her she is to do whatever he wants. With that he said, "You will never know who I have sent out to test you. You guys will learn to respect us." So that was it. My wife was going to be not only his slut, but a slut to all black men. And I was powerless to stop it. And then it started. Marcus reached over and grabbed Jenna's ass and pulled her into him. Without a word spoken, she immediately dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants again and started to suck his cock. She was so submissive it was surreal. The look in her eyes was of total surrender. His cock started to grow in her hand as she worked it as she sucked on the head. Remembering his earlier instructions, she removed her hand and took his entire length into her throat. I was mesmerized by what was happening. Marcus interrupted my gaze, "Randy man. Your wife is a great cocksucker. I bet she doesn't do this for you." He was right and wrong. I got a blow job every 3 to 4 months but she was never enthusiastic, not to mention the spit into the toilet treatment. She also resisted me going down on her, saying it was disgusting. I enjoyed both giving and receiving oral sex so that was lacking in my life. Marcus stopped Jenna and pulled down her dress below her tits. He eagerly sucked on her left breast but not gently. Had I done that I would have gotten a stern rebuke and no fun. With him, she moaned and took it. He then pulled the bottom of her dress up over her ass exposing her great behind. He mauled her cheeks with his large hands similar to what I would do. Jenna loved that. As he moved his hands to her pussy, he laughed and then humiliated me. "Ooh Randy," he said. "Your wife is soaking wet. Can you believe she is getting off? I thought I was forcing her but it looks like she wants it bad." I could not argue his point. He was absolutely correct. I could see it in her eyes and actions. She was horny and she wanted to get fucked. At that point he asked Jenna if she wanted to suck him off again or fuck him. "FUCK ME!" She yelled out. "Here that boy?" He spoke with glee. "Your wife is a slut. Ahem. MY SLUT" I was humiliated. She really wanted him. Right in front of me no less. It was at this point that I surrendered. My wife had been taken away from me. She wanted another man. To make it worse, a 22 year old kid; make that black kid. What could I do? Unfortunately he wasn't done humiliating me. "Come over here boy" he said as he motioned to me. I walked over and he pushed my head between Jenna's legs. My nose went straight into her soaking wet pussy as I smelled her sweet juice. But it wasn't for me. It was for her new man. I wanted to lick her so bad but I did not. Her pussy was his now. He knew it. I knew it. Jenna knew it. Marcus taunted more. "You want to eat that Randy?" I didn't answer. It was the sexual equivalent of Lucy pulling away the football from Charlie Brown and I was fucking Charlie Brown. Any answer would result in humiliation. But Marcus wasn't going to let me off the hook. "Randy, I asked you if you want to eat your wife's sloppy wet pussy," he demanded. "YES! YES!" I screamed out. I took the bait. And he reeled it in. He answered back, "Well right now I'm going to take your wife to your bedroom and give her the fuck of her life, like you could never give her. But when I'm done you could eat her pussy then. And I mean every drop." Jenna started to laugh. Was she fucking kidding me? Marcus picked her up and carried her up to the bedroom. They stayed up there for almost 2 hours as I was still in my chair downstairs jerking off to the moans I heard upstairs. Jenna came halfway down the stairs, completely naked except for her high heels. She was limping slightly as it was obvious he had driven her hard. "Take off your clothes and bring up some coffee." My wife instructed. She then turned and returned to our bedroom. I obediently prepared the coffee, stripped naked and delivered the drinks to Marcus and Jenna . She was snuggled up next to Marcus and was a complete mess. With me she would immediately, when finished, go to the bathroom and clean herself thoroughly. Here she was disheveled, cum on her face, on her tits and belly, in her hair. It was unbelievable. "Well Randy. That pussy I promised you is ready." Marcus informed me. Unbelievable. He was really ordering me to eat her cum filled snatch. And I knew I was going to do it. When Jenna gave herself to him I lost my fight and surrendered too. Plus I really was horny and wanted a piece of this slut I was married to. As I moved towards them Jenna separated from him and laid flat on her back on the right side of the bed. I lowered my face down to hers and kissed her cum covered face. My first taste of cum. It wasn't that awful but I did not like the smell. I slowly snaked down her body picking up cum on my face and tongue as I worked down to her cleanly shaved pussy. I guess Marcus liked it that way because she had a manicured bush when the day began. Into her sloppy pussy went my tongue as I got to lick her sweet pussy. It was really red and swollen as he had pounded her like a piece of meat. I did my best to suck out all the juices I could as I figured that was required. My cock was as hard as a rock as I realized how turned on I was. I really wanted to stick my dick in her filthy cunt but I wasn't sure if I needed permission or if she would be even willing to take me on. So I focused on the task at hand and power sucked her snatch. I then licked her slowly all the way back up to her face, picking up the cum I had missed on the way down. I gave her little pecks on her lips when she smiled at me smugly and got up on all fours. "You missed a spot," She stated as I looked on quizzically. Caught by the Help Ch. 02 I suggest you read the first part of this story "Caught by the Help". ***** Saturday morning arrived. I looked across the bed at Jenna and it was not a dream. Dried cum was all over her body and hair. My 42 year-old Chinese wife had the shit fucked out of her (figuratively and literally) by her 22-year old black employee, or as he described --- our new boss. Blackmailed with jail in a fraud scheme would have put us both away and we had no one to give up. We caved to this kid's demands without a fight and it appeared we really were subjected to his whim. My mind raced back to the prior evening. In a matter of hours, I went from a normal sexually deprived married male with a frigid wife, to a cum eating cuckold husband with a slutty horny wife, both submissive to a young dominant black male. Life as I knew it had ended, and a new off the wall path had begun. I showered and moved downstairs to tend to the kids. I hoped they had no clue as to what happened here last night. I made breakfast and took my 10 year old daughter to dance class and left my son at home while his Mom slept away upstairs. I went to the close out store and walked the aisles of junk while my daughter attended her dance class. By myself, I contemplated all that had gone down. Marcus had basically laid out his terms. Jenna was his sexual plaything on demand. He was going to flaunt this fact to the neighborhood. He told her she was now to dress like a slut at all times. His plan for me was to basically have me to sit back and take it or humiliate me into the laughing stock of the town. What could I tell people other than I love my wife and give her freedom to do what she wants? I mindlessly moved on to the grocery store. I remembered the ankle bracelet. It had a spade on the bracelet and was put on her right ankle; I googled it on my smartphone. It said --- "Usually worn by a hotwife in an open relationship with a cuckold partner. It can also indicate she likes black men" --- Great, that's why he said if a black guy hits on her, do whatever he wants. He alluded that he might send someone out to test her. Obviously a threat that he might find out if she disobeyed. He had us screwed when he wasn't around. Lastly, I remembered Jenna's reaction. A strong, independent and confident woman had submitted to his whim without a hint of protest. While not a prude, she was never an openly sexual person. I could get her horny and wet behind closed doors in the bedroom, but outwardly she was the master of her domain so to speak. She also had a habit of coming quickly and then trying to get me to cum so she could go to sleep. Last night, she seemed like a wanton slut, doing the nastiest of sexual moves without care or concern. She seemed to love it. I was perplexed. Did she want this? Was there something wrong with me? I bought nothing and returned to get my daughter. I entered the house and Jenna was up and showered. I noticed right away she was wearing a skirt that stopped just above the knee and 3" heels like Marcus had made mandatory. However unlike last night, she did not look radiant. Instead she looked sullen and weak as she did menial housework. She avoided me and went about the house. We needed to talk, but it was obvious that was not going to happen until she initiated, so I went down the basement and tinkered aimlessly. Around 1:30 she found me downstairs away from the kids and grabbed my attention. "Randy, Marcus called while you were out and he wants to take me out in town tonight. You are to stay home with the kids. He said I will be home very late." I did not have a response. I just nodded knowingly as she continued. "Plus, I really don't have anything suitable to wear. I am going to run out and get a few things.," she stated with a nervous quiver in her voice. I replied, "Jenna, we don't have to go through with this. Let's turn ourselves in and maybe we can get out of this without jail." She looked at me with a grimaced face and said, "I talked to two attorneys and they both said the same thing. Five years mandatory for both of us. One of us for 5 years and then the other is the best we can do. Fines and attorney bills will bankrupt us. The kids will have nothing. There is no way out." I tried to say something, but the words could not come out. She turned and walked up the steps. She did look sexy as her ass swayed up the steps and it appeared there were no panties as demanded and of course I noticed the ankle bracelet. She turned and said in a low voice, "This is all my fault, I am so sorry." And then she disappeared. Both kids had play dates with friends and with some gentle prodding, each was invited to dinner, so I tinkered around the house while I waited for Jenna. I thought about calling friends of mine that were attorneys but decided against it; what could I tell them? So I made a listing of assets and liabilities to figure out what I could afford to buy my way out of this mess. I had saved some but Jenna liked to spend and we were not sitting on a huge nut. I was a man without a plan. She arrived back about 6:00pm with quite a few shopping bags and said she was being picked up at 8:00 pm and she needed to get ready. I was leaving to get the kids about 7:00 pm so I followed her upstairs. I could see she didn't want me there but her facial disgust did not deter me. As she went into the bathroom, I perused the shopping bags on the bed and went through her purchases. Several thigh high stockings, Garter belts, Multiple 4" & 5" heels, Various types of make up, slinky short dresses, tiny skirts, various low cut tops. Ordinarily, any of these items would have gotten me very horny and excited (after I checked she hadn't gone insane) but under the circumstances, not so much. I peeked into the bath and she was in the shower, tending to her bald pussy. I had never watched her do this before (I'm sure she wouldn't have let me) but I do admit she looked good. I started to disrobe to get in with her but she shooed me away. I waited impatiently until she was done. She exited the shower and sternly addressed me. "Listen, I know we need to talk but I need to get ready and don't have the time. Please take care of the kids for me tonight and we will talk tomorrow." I started to reply but she stopped me in my tracks. Defeated I prepared to get the kids. In the car I thought about what I had just witnessed. Unlike last night, she seemed very reluctant. No excitement or glow in her as she prepared for her date with a boy half her age. However, she did look defeated and resigned to her fate. I felt somewhat at ease as I reasoned that she really did not look forward to being with the young stud. I collected the kids and was home by 7:30. I told the kids to get ready for bed and went to see Jenna upstairs. She was finishing up her makeup in front of her mirror when I walked in. I noticed she had her finger and toe nails done in a brownish pattern as she finished up her mascara. I guess that was done when she went shopping for clothes. She was completely nude as she worked on her face. On the bed was a form fitting leopard pattern one piece dress. It did not look like much. "Get the kids to bed before they see me like this!" My wife demanded. "Honey, its a little early isn't it?" I questioned. She was obviously pissed as she implored me, "DO IT!!" I scurried away and got them to bed over mild protests. A few minutes later, Jenna arrived in her robe to kiss them goodnight. Then the doorbell rang. I hustled down the steps and reluctantly invited Marcus into our home. He was impeccably dressed in a brown designer suit and a cream colored shirt with no tie. His shoes were brightly polished and he looked extremely handsome and sharp. I never looked that good in my life. "Hi Marcus," I said politely. "You know it would be better if you got here a little later so the kids can be in bed and ..." I was rudely cut off as he completed my sentence, "... and not see there Mom dressed like a complete slut!" He laughed. He continued, "Listen Randy, I make the rules and you guys work out the details, including what you tell the kids, relatives and neighbors." Ouch! That was totally emasculating. This is really happening I thought to myself. This guy is going to crucify us. At that point I decided to tell Jenna its off and we will figure out how to deal with the repercussions. I ran up the stairs to regain my manhood and tell Jenna I was putting my foot down. As I reached the top of the stairs Jenna appeared from the bedroom. She was stunning. Wearing that one piece form fitting leopard dress that showed ample cleavage and stopped mid thigh barely containing her ass cheeks and 5" matching heels she was just incredible. With a smattering of heavy makeup, she had never looked this sultry and slutty in her life (or as long as I've known her.) Now at 42 years old, she looked like a complete wildcat whore on the prowl. As I attempted to flag her down, she strutted past me and down the stairs. She moved straight into his arms and greeted him with a french kiss. His hands strongly massaged her ass as he explored my wife's mouth with his tongue. So much for putting a stop to it. "There's my little pussycat." Marcus laughed. Let's parade my new pet around town." Don't wait up little man." Marcus taunted me as he guided my wife out the door by her waist. Gone, just like that. And I did absolutely nothing. Total humiliation. I felt whipped and defeated and with good reason. I was. Yet my dick was hard. Was I turned on by the hotness of my wife or was it the humiliation of being cuckolded? I looked at the window as he guided Jenna into the front seat. All of a sudden he was a gentleman? He walked around to his side and got in. Jenna stretched over and they pecked their lips together in a brief kiss. Then her head disappeared below the seat back and he jostled around in the seat. Two minutes later he pulled out of the driveway but her head did not make an appearance. My wife was blowing him in the driveway and out into the neighborhood. And my dick was hard as a rock. That was the beginning of a long night as I was now alone to contemplate what was happening and what my reactions had been. At 9:00 pm I got a text from Marcus. A picture of Jenna sitting right next to him in my favorite Italian restaurant in our town. I guess he asked someone to take it. She looked to be enjoying herself as she had a sweet smile on her face and was cozy up against her black beau. My dick was no longer hard as reality hit me. I knew those people at the restaurant. Everyone in town was going to hear about my wife, dressed as a slut hanging all over a young black stud. I was going to be the town laughingstock. I felt weak and pathetic. At 11:00 pm a new pic came in from my tormentor. Jenna on a bar stool looking as sexy as hell at The Cricketeer Bar less than a mile from the house, one of my favorite places to grab a beer. No Marcus in the photo but in the background playing pool was Jim Davis from 3 houses down. All the neighbors would now get a first hand account. Where would I go now? Only 20 minutes later a new picture hit my phone. Jenna in the men's room with her dress pulled down exposing her tits and up exposing her shaved box. The look on her face showed lust but the redness in her face indicated she had been drinking. What was she doing in there? A few minutes later my phone jingled again with a new photo. A close up of her freshly fucked pussy. All red and puffy with cum oozing outside of her pussy lips. Ding a new photo of Jenna back on the bar stool looking disheveled. Her her all mussed up; her makeup a bit smudged. A look of content on her face. I was struggling. The whole town knew I was a cuckold. No way out now no matter what I did. No plausible explanation for what had happened. I was the town loser. Nothing new had come in for a while when around 1:00 am the phone received the next message. Jenna was totally nude but for those heels. She was on all fours looking back over her shoulder licking her lips with her ass staring me in the face. My dick got hard again. She looked so sexy. So hot. That was my wife. Then Marcus sent a text with no picture just a note, "Last contact tonight. Jenna will be back by Noon." And that was that. I could not sleep as I imagined Jenna doing all sorts of sexual acts. Finally I jerked off all over myself to relieve the tension. After that I cleaned up and went to sleep. Life as I knew it had ended. I was up fairly early to get the kids breakfast and get them dressed. Not sure why as we definitely weren't going to church, certainly not as a family. I avoided telling them about Mommy not being home deciding to say nothing and hoping the subject would not come up. Of course that did not work and I lied and told them Mommy ran out to the store early that morning. I anxiously awaited her return and a little before noon a taxi pulled into our driveway. Instead of coming to the front door she went to the garage keypad and opened the door as the bearded 50 something driver who probably hadn't showered in days followed her and I heard the garage door go up and then down. When she didn't enter the house I opened the inside door to the garage and witnessed my wife on her knees giving that repulsive man a first class blow job. She deep-throated his 5" cock with incredible ease and he came within 30 seconds of me opening the door. She swallowed the entire load. The driver squeezed her ass and then was on his way. I was so horny. Jenna entered the house and went straight upstairs. She came back down in a long night gown and checked on the kids. She then told me to come upstairs and led me to our bedroom. "Marcus said you have to eat me out," she said matter of fact. I stood there in stunned silence. I did not say no - I did not say yes. I just stood there. "I have to send him a video so you have to do it otherwise I went through all that last night for nothing," she reasoned. No I love you. No I need you. No I'm sorry. Just eat me! I did not move. Jenna became irritated and impatient and grabbed me and pulled me over to the bed. She got on her back and pulled my head down to her musty snatch. I slowly licked her reddened pussy much like the night before. Then Jenna started teasing me as she took video with her cell phone. "Does my little sissy husband like his present from Marcus the real man who fucked me all night.?" she taunted. I did not respond. She continued her torment. "Answer me loser. He left me completely satisfied and he deserves thanks for doing the job you couldn't" She was so stern and dominant I just buckled like the wimp I had become. I wanted her so bad and now I was reduced to a sniveling buffoon as I said anything just to try and get some sexual relief. "Yes I like it. I'm so glad he fucked you so well." I responded monotone as I ate her cream filled pussy. I then started to eat her sloppy asshole. A mixture of cum, shit and vaseline was on my tongue and made me feel the humiliation I would feel going forward. A dick-less loser whose could not please his wife. Then Jenna pushed me away and all of a sudden got up and gave me a strong loving hug that caught me off guard. "I'm so sorry I had to do that to you honey," she said through light tears. "He wanted it on camera so I had to do it." She wiped my face/mouth with a sheet and then she kissed me full force. We made out with more passion than we ever had. Jenna then sucked my cock and I came in a minute. We cleaned up and showered and got on with the day. We had a lot to talk about. The rest of the day was uneventful as we tended to the kids and did our household chores. A little normalcy in our recently abnormal existence. Eventually the kids went to bed and we retired to the bedroom, where Jenna filled me in on recent events. First of all, on Friday night Marcus had gotten my favorite hangouts from Jenna which explains the itinerary. He also picked out her basic outfit. Unfortunately, her feeling was that someone White or Asian had done something to him and he was bent on revenge. We were targets so she did not feel she could reason with him at least not now. Then she explained that she felt she needed to tell me everything that happened even though it was explicit. There were several people involved and Marcus was probably eager to rub my face in it. So here we go. First, it was her idea to blow him in the car. I was shocked but she thought this might tame him and make the night go easier and less eventful. As I basically knew, this failed miserably. Then she stunned me even more. She said that even though she had a logical reason, the fact that she had voluntarily sucked his cock made her feel like a cheap dirty slut ... and it turned her on. She said her pussy was soaking wet as she performed her oral skills on him in the car. I then admitted (and I should not have) that my dick was hard as a rock when I saw her head disappear in the car. Jenna moved her hand down to my cock and found it hard yet again. Her facial expression changed immediately discovering that her husband was a first rate pervert. "Oh my God!" She gasped as she held my hard cock. "I can't believe you get off on your wife being used by another man." "No honey, you don't understand," I said as I tried to salvage the situation. "It's your just so damn hot and sexy and you're finally showing it off" She immediately shot back, "So you like it that everyone is seeing me dress and act like a whore." What the hell happened? She admitted she just sucked a guy off of her own volition and I'm in trouble? I was not going to win so I tried to get back on topic. "So what happened next?" I asked trying to get her off my reaction. She sarcastically responded, "I guess you can't wait to hear all about it!" We had a little back and forth before she got back to filling in the blanks. So she gave him a blow job on the way to dinner finishing him off right before they got there. Marcus did not zip up until getting out of the car, so she thought the valet had an inkling she sucked him off. She was very conscious that the valet was eyeing her up. His arm was around her waist as they entered and saw Tony the Maitre'd. He shot her a wry smile as he had them seated. Marcus sat right beside her and was very sweet and polite as they made small talk and kissed lightly. They ordered and then the conversation turned to our situation. Jenna asked him why he was doing this to us and he said it was he felt like we treated him like a servant and now we would serve him and everyone will know. When we learned our lesson he would stop. At dinner he told her she was a great fuck the night before. He also told her how great she looked tonight. Everyone is going to now you as a total slut, but at least you're a gorgeous total slut. He then quizzed her on her sexual history. Because she figured it would get back to me, she went into a subject we never discussed. - How many guys had she fucked? 10+ - How many black guys? 1 - How many guys had she sucked off? 15+ - Any women? 1 - Three ways? Once - Anal? 3 - Cheated? Once with a client Wow. I guess if I had asked she would have lied. So much for my prim and proper wife. This was not the time to have this conversation so she went back to the date. Essentially dinner was more intelligence gathering as he questioned my wife on many of our habits, hangouts, likes, dislikes, etc. Jenna basically was truthful so this kid if he believed her, had a book on us. He knew my softball team, the bars we frequented, friends, work associates, rivals. After dinner they left for The Cricketeer and he became very aggressive after a calm and pleasant dinner. They entered with his hand firmly attached to her ass. As they approached the bar, he deep french kissed her as the entire place noticed their grand entrance. They ordered drinks and they made out at the bar like a couple of teenagers. His hands were on her the entire night. Aside from Jim Davis, she let me know that Mark Shelton (My coworker) and his wife Stephanie were there. Now the neighbors and work would know. At some point he took her to the bathroom, bent her over the sink and fucked her while a few guys were in there. He called her a filthy whore while he fucked her as the guys got a great show. Jenna told me the humiliation had an unreal affect on her and she came harder then she had ever cum in her life. I was now the town laughing stock. Caught by the Help Ch. 02 He then took her back to his place. All the humiliation had ended and he essentially just gave her a proper fucking for the next few hours. She said he was very good with a lot of stamina. He used all three holes but was very sweet as compared to his aggressive demeanor the prior evening and during their date. In the morning he laid out his grand plan. He had just established that he was the boss. We were to comply with all of his demands. They were going to continue running the business and she would continue to be the owner on paper and appear to be in charge. However, they would split the profits 50/50 and continue running her illegal scam to keep the money flowing. This way, he could stay hands off but reap the benefits. Plus he believed that by using her new slutty persona, she could increase business. He also said he was enjoying sticking it to me. To him, I represented the guys who had given him shit his entire life and now was payback. So he stripped me of all my self respect and everyone I knew was going to know I was his bitch. What else could this kid do to me? I already have work and neighbors seeing my wife stepping out on me. It would not be long until it filtered to every aspect of my life. So essentially I was to be humiliated at every turn. It explains the little video earlier I had to perform in. He didn't feel like taking her home, but he asserted his power over her by having her negotiate the cab ride home with the repulsive cab driver. Jenna told me that she was so horny sucking him off because she was powerless. The humiliation was a turn on. My dick was hard again and she noticed. She led me to the bedroom and fucked me better than ever. We then got some sleep as I assumed work was going to be interesting for both of us. Caught by the Help I was a little flustered and then ... Then it hit me. Like a ton of bricks. Did she really? No way I thought. Not even with all this craziness I moved my head slowly to her back door where I saw the evidence. Red & brown coloring and protruding semen dripping from her anus. He took her ass and she let him! That was the forbidden zone. I didn't even get near her ass when I ate her out for fear of her wrath. I had a new found respect for this kid. He was ruthless, cunning and dominant. An Alpha Male. I was no match for him. I was his bitch. He owned me. And her. And everyone was going to find out. I ate the slimy cum and shit out of my laughing wife's ass. As I heard him laughing as well I considered just letting him turn us in and roll the dice. But taking it up the ass in prison was going to be considerably worse than this. Plus I always wanted to eat out my wife's gorgeous ass. Of course, not like this. But god I was fucking horny as hell. After what seemed like an eternity, I deemed my job done and stopped. "Good Job Randy," Marcus teased. "Now I don't have to have you suck my dick. I want you to do this every time your wife gets fucked from now on, including your own cum. Of course I can't monitor you, or can I?" I just nodded my head and figured I'd deal with that later. What a friggin' Friday Night. Marcus got up to leave. He explained he would be back tomorrow. He was going to take my wife out on the town. He left her a shopping list of clothes for the next day and where to buy it. He looked at me and said, "You stay with the kids tomorrow. I'm sure you'll hear from a lot of different people what your wife was up to." Rough night. I needed to cum. Jenna gave me a fuck you look before I could even ask her for some relief. I jerked off into the toilet bowl, something I feared was going to happen often in the near future. I went to sleep and slept like a baby. Jenna, normally a clean freak never moved an inch to clean herself up. Tomorrow was the beginning of a new era.