8 comments/ 45787 views/ 14 favorites And Then There Were Unintended Consequences Ch. 01 By: Rocketspeedfish Chapter 1: An Idea Matt Bower had nearly the perfect life. He was an aggressive and blunt man that managed to create his own successful multi-million dollar construction company from nothing. He was practically retired at the age of 40. His company was set up in the manner that everything was taken care of by someone and all Matt had to do was watch his bank account slowly build. He met his goddess of a wife, Amy, 5 years prior at the peak of his career. Amy, now 26, was a beautiful, fit, curvaceous fitness model competitor and coach. Matt's aggressive and competitive personality practically melted away the first time he met Amy. There was something about her that made him feel completely vulnerable and even scared like a child. He could never say no to her and could never be angry at her. She somehow tamed him with her bubbly and submissive personality. Amy was nothing but kind towards everyone and Matt absolutely loved her more than anything. Nearly perfect means exactly as it reads. Matt never had any problems in the bedroom before, but when it came to his wife, he had terrible performance anxiety in the bedroom. Often times, they'd begin having sex but Matt would very soon become limp and they would have to stop. She would suck him off and have to jerk him off to climax. In their five years together, Matt had never made his wife orgasm with his penis. He felt ashamed and embarrassed. He felt even more terribly for his wife who couldn't even be pleasured by this old, withering man. They tried it all, penis enlargements, viagra, diet changes, and even shots of testosterone. Matt just couldn't perform. Matt finally broke one night when he once again failed to get hard for his wife. She seemed disappointed but also seemed to expect nothing more. 'Pity?' he thought to himself, 'She's pitties me and doesn't even expect me to get it up anymore.' He got up frustrated. "What's wrong honey?" "Sorry hun. I just need to cool off. I'll be in the office." She wanted to stop him and comfort him, tell him that it was okay, but she let him go. Matt went onto his computer lurking his wife's facebook page. The couple didn't share their passwords to their email but Matt was a jealous fool when it came to his wife. He installed a program into her laptop to get all of her passwords to her social media outlets and emails as well. Having a lot of free time, he would scavenge her emails looking for hints of her cheating in any way shape or form. Nothing. He'd sometimes weep at her perfection and loyalty to him. She was locally known as a fitness model competitor and had a small but sizeable following on facebook. He hated himself for it, but he logged into her facebook looking once more. Initially, Matt acted out against Amy having a facebook page where people could follow her competitions and converse with his wife. The competitions Amy enrolled in showed off a good portion of her body. More than anything, it was to promote herself to get into bigger competitions and maybe even some photo shoots. Amy was somewhat of a mall rat as she'd post pictures of various outfits, some more revealing than others. Matt acted as if he didn't like the idea of men staring at his beautiful wife, but the fact was that the idea drove him absolutely intoxicated with lust. He'd jerk off to the comments that perverted fans posted onto her fitness page. The messages that really got Matt hot were the private messages and emails Amy received. They'd be detailed letters explaining how beautiful and how fuckable Amy was. Of course, Amy never responded to any of the emails and just ignored them. She found that it was apart of the job and never felt threatened. Matt came twice within half an hour of reading the comments before he went to google. He was still so hard as his brain began imagining the next steps of his fantasy. A man taking his wife and fucking her. Making his wife orgasm with his cock in such a way that Matt could never do. He wanted it to become a reality as he began to search the internet to find ways to make it happen. He soon stumbled upon cuckolding and felt as if he belonged for the first time in his life to a sexual fantasy identity. Months passed, as Matt got deeper and deeper into his fantasy of seeing another man fuck his wife. He began planning away on how to create the perfect scenario for his wife to have sex with another man. It wouldn't be easy, nearly impossible, but he was determined to make it happen. Amy really loved her husband with her entire being and would do mostly anything to make him happy. She felt as if the problems in the bedroom began creating, what she felt, unnecessary problems to their marriage. She felt in ways that Matt had been distancing himself from her. She wanted to talk to him and tell him that she didn't mind at all. Really, all she needed was Matt. For the past couple of months Amy noticed that Matt spent more time locked up in his office than he did anywhere else. She came home after a long day at the gym. She was surprised to see Matt outside of his office and dressed. "You look nice honey, what's the occasion?" "How about we go out tonight?" Her heart melted as if it were their first time together. She nearly screamed "Yes!" "Why don't you take a shower and we'll head out." Amy rushed upstairs excited for her marriage revival. They hadn't gone out that much, it must've been a year or so, but it was finally happening. They got into the candy red corvette and headed off. "So, where are you taking me lover?" She smiled grabbing her husband's arm. "I thought we'd change it up a little bit and go to a club." "What kind of club?" She was honestly a bit confused. "A dance club, where else?" She pulled away from her husband taking a second look at him. "I thought you hated dance clubs." She was thinking back to earlier in their relationship when she finally convinced Matt to go dancing with her one night. It ended pretty terribly. Matt didn't enjoy the loud music or crowded room with flashing lights. He didn't understand the appeal. On the other hand, his wife absolutely loved and had been craving for a while to go dancing. Amy was a fairly good dancer as it was incorporated into her routines during competitions as well. "Well, maybe it won't be as bad this time? Why, should we not go?" "No, no no no no! We're going." She shrieked with a hug. Just as Matt had remembered, the familiar crowdedness, flashing lights, and too loud music annoyed his brain. He didn't mind though. If this is what it took to fulfill his fantasy, he was willing to tolerate the minor annoyances. He was only able to stand the scene for a couple of hours, but it was enough to make it a regular date night for the married couple. Friday nights were now the most anticipated day of the week for Amy. She absolutely loved spending time with her husband. A couple of more months had passed and they were now comfortable with the Friday night club nights. Even Matt was able to somewhat drowned out the music. He knew now was the time to start pushing for his reward. Another Friday rolled around as Amy arrived later than expected. "Honey I'm home! Let me take a quick shower and get dressed and we can go out." She was like a little kid anxious to go to their soccer practice. Amy took a shower and quickly got dressed. She came down the stairs wearing her usual club get up. He watched her on her way down. She spun around when she met him on the floor, "So, how do I look." 'Sorry baby, not tonight.' He thought to himself, 'I'm going to get you dressed up real nice for all the men to look at you.' "You're wearing that again?" Matt asked with a hint of disappointment. She was confused and a little bit sad. "Well let's go." She pulled his arm back demanding an explanation, "What's wrong with this outfit? You don't like it?" "Well it's not that," he beat around the bush with her. "I just thought that maybe you were going to dress up a bit more sexier this time around." She instantly picked up on his hint as her coming off as a boring person. Anything but boring. "I can change into something else if you want." "Really?" "Yeah, I think I have a couple of sexy outfits." "Well take me up there with you." They walked back upstairs and into their walk in closet. One side of the closet had all of Matt's suits and clothes. The rest of the closet was divided into sections for Amy. Casual, workout, professional, clubwear, and competition outfits. She began sorting through her outfits trying to find a dress that Matt would like. Matt also looked as if he didn't know already what he wanted her to wear. She picked out a couple and asked, "How about this one?" He shook his head in disapproval as she sorted through more and more. Then, he started looking through her competition wear. Her heart skipped a beat. "Uhm, honey? Those are for my competitions, not for going out." "What's wrong with these?" They were obviously much more revealing and degrading. "Well, you can't expect me to seriously wear that in public." "So you can wear these outfits at competitions in front of thousands of strangers, but not to a small club of 50 people that can't even see you in the dark?" "Well..." it was different to Amy because those competition clothes were just for displaying her figure and giving her a small edge over her competition. All the girls wore things like that in the competition, but it was never meant to be worn outside of there. "Come on honey. I really like this one." Matt pulled the red mini dress out that had multiple sections of huge cuts on the sides of the dress displaying her hips, thighs, back, stomach, and cleavage. You couldn't wear a bra with this outfit. She looked at him very unsure. "Just try it on for me." He smiled. She went in and changed. She came out with the outfit on without a bra or thong. She was embarrassed for the first time in front of her husband. She felt that it was shameful. His eyes lit up as he gazed up and down imagining the attention she would draw. "You look beautiful honey!" She was happy to please him but still unsure about the dress. 'Why am I so worried? This must be what Matt wants.' she didn't want to screw up her chance with her husband now. She grabbed a pair of 5" platform heels that matched the red dress. "Do you like that?" "Perfect," he thought to himself and thought aloud. "Let's go!" It was at the peak of the night as they started driving around. All the clubs were packed with lines forming for blocks. Amy wondered if they'd be able to get in at all, but was also thankful that maybe she wouldn't have to display her revealing dress to the rest of the world. The truth is, Matt had planned for this moment and even delayed their outing so he'd have a valid excuse to go elsewhere. Matt was already deep into his cuckold fantasy but knew now what aspects of his fantasy made it perfect. Obviously he wanted to see other men looking and even touching his wife, but for some reason, the more grotesque the man was, the more he'd enjoy it. He had been scoping out clubs all week long and found the dirtiest of places. A place even the ghetto community avoided. The club was notorious for having older scumbags hitting and touching the women and the management didn't really mind either as they'd sometimes join in. The club was pretty far away from the city and their home. Matt created a story about how he felt completely disgusted at racism and that everyone needed to accept diversity and should experience different cultures and respect them. He was creating the mindset for Amy not to be scared away when she realized that the club was filled with dirty old Mexicans. They pulled up to the club with a packed parking lot filled mostly with broken down old trucks. His corvette stuck out just a tad. "Well, let's have some fun." He smiled at his wife giving her a kiss before they went in. The place was pretty packed and dimly lit. The crowd grew with whistles and roars as Amy entered the club. It seemed like all the attention had shifted to her. They managed to find a table with a couple of stools away from the crowd and ordered some drinks. Matt knew that he couldn't pull this off with his wife being sober. Amy looked very uncomfortable. She had grown up with whites and never really had to deal with other races. She didn't have an opinion about other nationalities because she was never exposed to such. She looked around worrying about her safety. Matt noticed and grabbed her hand, "Hey, let's have some fun tonight." he said smiling, "now take your shot." he handed it to her as she smiled back. 'That's right, as long as I have Matt I'll be fine.' she took her shot and began to loosen up. They were a bit buzzed when Matt finally asked his wife to dance. She of course accepted as they made their way into the crowded dance floor. The buzz made Amy ignorant of just how little women were left in the club, it was practically a bunch of guys with some nasty old prostitutes trying to get some business going. The dance floor was lit only with cheap laser effects shooting from one ceiling light. Luckily for Matt, the music had Amy going. He kept her close at first assuring that she'd be safe. She kept her back to him grinding up against his cock. Compared to her fellow fitness model candidates, Amy had a significant larger hips and ass. She knew how to move and use it. She kept her body moving to music taking shots of tequila handed from Matt. She was obviously drunk now as the music suddenly slowed down. She laughed, "I think I'm drunk," she whispered into Matt's ear as they rocked from side to side. "Are you getting me drunk on purpose? Just what are you planning?" She slurred. He soberly smiled noticing the men gathering closer. The slow dance only lasted for another minute before the quick and hard Latino beat picked up again. Amy's face lit up as she began dancing with a quickened pace. Matt looked at her tiredly, "Sorry, I think I'll sit this one out." "What? No! Let's dance." Incredible, they had been there nearly an hour and Amy wasn't even close to breaking a sweat. "Sorry honey." Matt responded. She frowned following Matt back to the table like a pet puppy. He sat down as she looked around still moving her shoulders and hips in the seat. An older man approached them. He politely took off his hat and asked "Senior, would you mind if I took your lady out for a dance?" Amy looked confused and smiled at the old man about to gracefully reject his offer but Matt interjected. "Sure, she's a little too much for me. Maybe if you'll wear her down for me, I'll be able to handle her." Amy was a bit shocked but her body was already too heavily influenced by the alcohol and music. She stood up and went to Matt, "Are you sure honey?" "I'm really tired and I'm pretty sure you'd make that old man's night. Don't worry, I'll be watching from here," he whispered back into her ear. "Alright, I'll be back in a bit. Love you," The old man extended his hand out to Amy and lead her to the dance floor. At first glance, she hadn't noticed how massive the man was. Even with her 5" heels, he must've been at least a foot taller than her and much more heavier than her husband. "What's your name senorita?" "My name is Amy," "Amy, such a beautiful name." She blushed at the simple compliment, "I'm Edward. You look very beautiful tonight." He had reminded her of the outfit that she was wearing. She felt a little bit uncomfortable for a second but then felt his hand on her waist as they reached the center of the dance floor. A traditional Latin salsa song played as the crowd grew loud and began dancing. She was surprised at how flexible and mobile the old man was. He moved smoothly and effortlessly guiding her with his hands and arms. For a minute, she had forgotten that Matt was waiting for her back at their table. Matt watched from the distance growing more and more anxious. His cock becoming rock hard as he watched his wife in the arms of another man. He pulled the waitress aside ordering a few more shots to his wife and her dancing partner. The waitress made her way to Amy and Edward and handed them the shots. Amy downed the two shots quickly as they went back to dancing. The salsa ended and the crowd cheered and clapped. The DJ then got on the microphone and announced something in Spanish that Amy and Matt could not understand. The crowd responded with an even louder roar as a spotlight shined on an empty stage. A few men dressed in football jerseys with long baggy pants and bandanas on their heads appeared from behind the curtain. 'Performers?' The crowd rushed the stage trapping Amy and Edward in a corner. The hip hop beat dropped as the bass electrified the crowd. They began singing along with the Spanish rapper. Amy was taken by surprise but enjoyed it nonetheless. She was a little too drunk to notice but Edward's hands had comfortably made their way down to her hips. He began rubbing her skin through the large slits in her dress with his fingers. Completely intoxicated, she began moving to the beat of the performers grinding on Edward's cock as if it were her husband's. Edward handed her a couple more shots which she easily accepted. Both Matt and Edward were now fully erect. 'She's acting like a total slut,' Matt thought to himself as he began rubbing himself under the table. Edward was grinding back now as he cock would sometimes get stuck in the crack of Amy's large ass. The dress had been riding up all night exposing her bare bottom. She tried to pull her dress back down but Edward grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting his hips into her. She naturally followed his lead and bent over giving him a better view of her pink pussy and bleached asshole. He wanted to fuck her right then and there so badly, might have even gotten away with it, but he knew that his patience would pay off in the end. With her dress still hiked up around her waist, he pulled her in close to him as they continued grinding at each other. She hadn't noticed until now but the size of Edwards cock was obvious as she tried guessing the length of it by moving her ass up and down his cock. She let out subtle moans that no one could hear over the loud music. She was actually being turned on by this sort of dance. His hands moved from her hips to on top of her thighs. He gently began rubbing the blonde landing patch of pubic hair with his finger before laying his hand over her pussy. He cupped her pussy then began teasing her clit pinching and flicking it every so gently creating the maximum effect on Amy. She knew what was happening but was too turned on and too far gone to stop it. He inserted his finger inside of her as she moaned even louder. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone and began recording the incident. She was still grinding his cock as he whispered into her ear "You like that honey?" 'Honey?' she thought to herself. 'That's right, I came here with Matt. Matt's touching me. Oh god I'm so fucking wet.' "Yes I love it, keep fucking me with your fingers." she whispered back. He did as she asked. She had been on the dance floor for such a long time that she forgot about Edward and was convinced that she was with Matt all along. His whisper ever so faint, "Follow me," he grabbed her leading her into a darker hallway and into an empty storage closet. He quickly took off his clothes and commanded Amy to do the same. "This is crazy Matt," 'Matt?' Edward thought to himself. He laughed, it looks like he was in luck tonight. He was only expecting maybe a quick blowjob but if he played his cards right then he'd be fucking the woman to his heart's content. "Shut up and come over here," His tone suddenly changed into his normal voice. He grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her mouth into his. They locked into a passionate kiss as Edward filmed on with his night vision app in the pitch black closet. And Then There Were Unintended Consequences Ch. 01 Edward broke the kiss, "God, you're making me so wet honey." He shoved her to the floor as she fell on her ass. "Oww," as she laid on the floor he grabbed her by the hips forcing her legs up and over his shoulder. He dug his face into her pussy making her scream out in pleasure, "Jesus Christ! I'm going to cum." He ate her out relentlessly digging deeper and deeper into the depths of her hardly-used married, white pussy. A few more licks and she exploded like a geyser screaming "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" All those years of never being sexually satisfied began leaking out of her every pour. With no time to rest she felt him grab her by the hair and force her up to her knees. "Suck my cock now, slut." She eagerly stuffed the cock into her mouth and gurgled down as much as she could. He held her down pushing for centimeters for what seemed like forever. When he finally released her she gagged and coughed for air. "When did your dick get so fucking big?" She asked barely being able to grip Edward's cock with her hands. "No more talking, slut." He made her go back to work. 'Slut,' she thought 'he's using that word again,' she found it odd that he had used that word twice now. Before this, he had never said such degrading things to her even in the heat of climaxing. But then again, he had never been this thick and hard either. She loved the new attitude 'Matt' was bringing and accepted graciously. She tried taking him down again but was only able to swallow less than half of his monsterous cock. He pushed her away violently. "Jesus, you really suck at blowjobs. This won't work." He flipped her over on all fours and without warning shoved the entirety of his cock inside of her. Luckily she was still dripping wet from her previous orgasm or she would've surely ripped. Her eyes floated up and her tongue stuck out like a dumb pig as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. She had never felt this full in her life. 'Is this the monster Matt was holding back all this time? He's going to drive me insane. I'm going to lose my fucking mind,' were the last thoughts before she passed out. "Hey! Wake up slut!" He slapped her ass hard but there was no response. "Jesus, passed out already? Oh well." Edward continued thrusting his enormous cock inside of her cumming numerous times before finally finishing. He finished recording the hour long video and put his clothes back on and headed out. Matt had lost track of Amy and Edward as soon as the rappers came out to perform. He finally couldn't stand around any more and made his way to the dance floor. After searching relentlessly, he found a dark hallway with a single ceiling bulb for lighting. Just as he turned the corner he saw Edward fully dressed exit a room. Matt made eye contact with him but didn't say a word. Edward tilted his hat as a kind gesture and made his way past Matt. Matt was silenced by the reality of what could be waiting for him beyond that door. He opened the door to a pitch black room. He padded down the sides of the walls until he found a switch. He turned flipped it on and there was his wife. Covered in seamen from head to toe with her heels kicked off and her dressed scrunched up into a tiny belt that hugged around her waist. The realization of his fantasy coming true was just too much. Matt exploded in his pants, an orgasm induced from the image of his wife being used by another man. He couldn't believe it, he was breathless but more so, he had never felt so alive. He collected her things and hustled her outside the back exit. He cleaned her up as best as he could and put her into bed.