After a few months, we're right back in the same position, only this time we are both excited at the idea of intentionally trading my wife for more money. It just doesn't turn out exactly how we'd expected...
The next morning started at about 4 in the morning as Karen puked her guts out in the bathroom. She was so hungover that by the time she was able to drag herself back to bed all she said was, "Did I fuck Neal?"
I said yes.
"Did you get the job?"
"Yes."
And then she slept for twelve hours.
I knew she felt guilty about what she did but I tried to tell her I felt bad that maybe I should have put a stop to it but I couldn't. How vile it was to watch her cum on this douchebag's prick. She agreed that she absolutely despised him and then every single time we would end up fucking and not talking about it for the rest of the night. She was fucking me out of guilt and I couldn't help myself getting turned on everytime we talked about it, so I made sure to bring it up constantly.
I had no idea that I would be so turned on by my wife fucking another man, specifically one we both disliked so much. Her shame from enjoying it was also working for Karen despite our better natures. She would often climax while admitting how much she came.
The contracts that Neal got us, made the money I needed for overdue bills, but as I predicted, his forced timeline caused my staff to threaten to quit. Specifically Lester, one of our two mechanics. He was older than me and always thought he knew better about everything. He'd been working since when it was my dad's shop. He's known me since I was eleven or twelve so he's always treated me like a kid. He was a bit of a drunk loser in my opinion but he was good with cars. Our other mechanic was a young hispanic guy, family man, from Mexico named Diego. Without proper citizenship, I wasn't concerned about him quitting just yet but even though he was polite, I could tell he wasn't happy with me. He was always very nice to Karen, who told me on more than one occasion that he was cute and they were friendly at the shop.
Even though we were catching up financially, I still needed more work and I was still going to be behind in staff payroll.
I kept explaining to Karen how things were going so she could see I was doing everything I could, working extra hard and then I would come home late. It became a ritual. I would come home and she would ask how the day was. I would explain how much I tried but we didn't have any walk ins, or any mistake I might have made on an order, which would lead to talk of our bills and finances and then eventually, seemingly reluctantly it would get around to Neal and we would end up fucking.
I think it was about two months of that before I started seriously asking if she would be willing to invite Neal over again to get "an extension". Karen was shockingly indifferent. I thought maybe she would be angry but she wasn't really. It was more like she knew it was coming and just was waiting for me to ask. There was certainly a slight perceptable coldness after that but instead of feining outrage she just made it my choice and said she would go along with whatever I wanted in the name of being a good supportive wife. She was prepared to get trashed again and then humiliated by this asshole we both dislike as our new kink, but it didnt exactly turn out that way.
We picked this blue dress that had a plunging neckline so there was an innappropriate amount of cleavage and it was high up on her thighs enough that she wouldn't dare wear it out in public, but since Neal was coming straight to our house it seemed perfect. It was a cheeky amount of innappropriate without having to say anything. The material was thin and without a bra her nipples were obvious as they poked through the dress blatently. We decided no bra was the way to go.
Karen had two shots to calm her nerves a get a little buzz going. She was nervous and wanted to loosen up. Last time we didn't know what we were doing but this time we were not just expecting a kinky sex romp but actually inviting it. Just reaching between her legs I could feel that she'd soaked right through her panties already. We were both so excited. It was hard not to fuck while we were waiting for him to arrive but once her make up was done, Karen would only allow me to play with her pussy a little or with myself.
When he finally rang the bell and she greeted him at the door, he didn't say a word about her dress. He was on his phone, so instead he handed her his coat and talked past her to me, giving me a brief hello before finishing his call. When we finally got into the living room he hung up and then there was an awkward moment where we didn't know what to say, until Karen offered to get everybody drinks.
"Tits out." He said it so evenly and calmly it didn't register. Those were his first words to her.
Karen blinked, not understanding. He couldn't have said what she thought she heard. He hadn't even said hello to her yet or even looked her in the eye! "What did you say?" She asked incredulously.
"This is a negotiation, remember sweetie? And you are the bargaining chip, so lets skip the theatrics and get on with it. Tits. Out." Now he was looking at her, through her. Scanning her body, appraising her physical attractiveness.
Karen was just shocked by his bluntness, but then obediantly removed her top. This is what the evening was about after all.
Her nipples visibly hardened as we watched and Karen blushed, she wasn't drunk enough to be so shameless this time.
We all waited in silence for Neal to say something. His eyes stayed on her tits. "Nice, now get us those drinks."
Karen turned and pulled at her dress to cover up, but Neal wasn't having any of that. "It's only two words, so it shouldn't be that complicated, honey. Tits. Out."
Karen left her top down and let his words sink in, accepted them somehow and then went to get the drinks. Neal smiled at me and said, "Thanks for the invite, buddy!"
When she returned promptly, still topless, Karen's breasts swaying with each step. Not one to miss a beat, Neal said, "Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle..."
My normally proud wife, tried her best to ignore his taunts. I wondered if despite her natural instincts, being so verbally degraded was part of the kink for her. Certainly she'd never been so thoroughly humiliated before in her life.
He sat, sprawled on our couch like he owned the place. As she bent over to put the tray of shots on the coffee table, we all enjoyed how her tits hung free. She had been a good sport and now wanted to take one of those shots, but Neal stopped her.
"No more for you tonight sweetie. You've had enough." He took her shot and threw it back. "These are not for you."
"What are you talking about? I can have a drink if I want one." He knew how to push her buttons and get her indignant.
"No. I want you sober as part of our deal. I want you to enjoy it." He said, not phased at all.
"Well good fucking luck there! You disgust me!" Karen was getting uppity now and I wasn't sure if this was going to work, but I should have known that Neal knew what he was doing.
"Well then how about I enjoy it?" He asked. With that he held out his phone to show her a picture of her laid out, passed out on the lawn, naked, used and scandalous. "This is what I was fucking last time."
That definitely took her to down a peg, to a lower level, knocking her off her high horse, seeing that photo, shaming her. Embarrassed.
Karen lowered her head without saying a word.
"Hey, you still got nice tits, baby, and I still want to fuck you, but this time you gotta do some work for your money. No free rides."
He threw back another shot, I threw back two. Karen just glared defiantly and simply said, "Fine."
"Good girl. See the thing is, if I don't get what I want, then nobody gets what they want. You just keep being that hospitable host I know you're capable of being." He was mocking her but also laying down the law.
Karen was impressive in her shift to acceptance, saying, "What do you want now?"
He put a hand on her left breast and rolled her nipple thoughtfully between his finger and thumb, but not hard.
"I want my dick sucked." He said.
Karen just absorbed it silently and dropped to her knees in front of him, undid his pants and began sucking his cock. She didn't even look at me.
"Hey I want some enthusiasm." He jeered.
She scowled at him.
"You should be flattered, sweetie. I'm paying thousands here in contract work. That's alot more than some street hooker gets paid."
Really he wasn't, since it was work he would just pass up on, but they were his contracts and he set the value of them.
"That's it baby, put in the work!" Nealed leaned back even more to enjoy himself.
She glared daggers at him as she bobbed up and down how he wanted with no hands and when he wanted a super charge he would grab her by the head and straight skull fuck her.
Karen would get overwhelmed and gag, sputtering, "Fuck! You think this makes me want to fuck you?"
Neal needed to be constantly reminding her of her place. Luckily he loved doing it. "I dont care if you want to fuck me, but you're going to anyways. And thats why this is working."
With those words he reached into her panties and began to easily push three fingers into her very obviously wet pussy and started making loud squish sounds by rooting around in her so roughly. It was so obvious that she was drenched. I think she orgasmed right there on the spot, because after a minute long exploaratory mission, when Neal's fingers came out and straight into her mouth, Karen sucked on them obediantly and there was sweat beading at her temples near her hair line.
He locked his eyes on hers to show control and said, "Now we're going to go to your bedroom and fuck it out in your bed while your husband watches."
She turned to do as she was told, when he stopped her.
"Wait. Take of that dress." He ordered.
Pulling it over her head, Karen dropped the dress on the ground. She stood there for a moment so we could both take in the view. My wife was naked except for her panties, which really was only a string in the back. He slapped her ass and sent her weebling down the hallway as told.
His tongue was hanging from his mouth and he said, "I'm gonna tear that up, my dude."
I stopped him for a moment and tried to explain that while I was grateful that he would help us with these contracts again, even with the extra work, we were behind on staff wages for the last two weeks and after these jobs were done we would still be short on wages. My remaining mechanics were fed up now and even Neal's replacements were understandably unhappy.
He looked annoyed that I was even speaking but said, "Trust me. I have a plan of how you can fix that. But right now the big dog's gotta eat." He was looking down the hallway to our bedroom. "I'm gonna turn your wife out tonight, bro and I'm gonna treat her like a cheap whore and I'm going change her, break something inside her that you can never fix."
I knew he was saying that to freak me out and it was working. Karen might still hate Neal as much, if not more now, but something inside her enjoyed getting fucked by him last time, even because she hated him. Even because he took advantage of her or because of his big cock. I was freaked out.
Unlike last time, this time Karen was fully engaged and clearly going to fuck him actively, how he wanted. Unlike last time, this time Karen was mostly sober and going to feel and remember all of it.
When he came into the room she had already taken a submissive position, waiting for him bent over on the bed. She was standing, but bent at the waist and leaning on her elbows, assuming he was going to want something similar to how he had her last time.
Instead, he slapped her ass hard as he entered the room and while she squealed and rubbed it, jumping up and jiggling all over, Neal stripped down and laid down in the center of our bed.
Even at half mast he was big and only getting bigger as he ordered my wife around, saying, "Come on, cowgirl, let's go for a ride. Climb up here."
As I watched Karen climb up on the bed to mount him, he placed his phone on the headboard and told her he was making a video to enjoy later and that was just part of the deal now.
It really wouldn't matter how long she glared at him, we both knew he already had other humiliating photos and maybe even video of her so it meant very little when she spat out, "You think I'm your little pornstar now?"
But he said, "No, tonight you're my little prostitute." And when she didn't say anything, he pressed her, "Right?"
"Alright." She muttered.
"No, not alright. Say I am right that you are a prostitute and look into my camera when you say it."
"I am a prostitute, okay?" And then onto the camera, "I am fucking you for money, like a hooker. Is that what you want to hear?"
And he said the filthiest thing to her, so insulting as I watched her take his thick cock in her little hand and push it into the sloppy wet folds of her pussy, nudging her swollen clit. He said, "I'm going to get my money's worth out of you tonight! Now sink that twat down cuz I know you're going to cum on my alpha baby maker, making my babies."
As Karen sunk inch after inch deeper onto him, gasping quick short inhalations, maybe halfway down his thick shaft, I came in my pants untouched. Neal didn't even really take notice of me for a few minutes as he sucked on Karen's nipples and let my wife get used to how big he was inside her. It was clearly an adjustment.
Once she was slowly getting into a rhythm and taking his full length, he turned his attention back to me.
He made me take my pants down, insisted I enjoy myself. "Come on, man! How often you get to see your girl cum on a big thick cock?"
I was thankful that nobody knew I already came. Hopefully it would give me a little staying power in the face of watching my wife find her groove on his massive tool. It was a game I could only lose.
"Remember how quick you were getting those sloppy seconds last time? Remember how loose she felt?" He laughed as I immediately got hard in front of them. "Yeah, I knew you love this shit!" Karen tried not to look, she was somewhere else, riding him.
Their game was all about him wanting her to do all the work, to push her to ride him harder and faster, while Karen was trying to hold back so she didn't just cum like the easy lay she clearly was. I couldn't tell if she was having trouble avoiding hitting her spot or maybe he was so big he was always rubbing against her spot no matter how she twisted. His squeezing her nipples and nibbling on them made it even harder.
Within minutes of her riding him to the rhythm and speed he demanded, her breathing changed, she was holding her breath and then gasping deeply. My wife was cumming involuntarily and trying not to show it and not succeeding at all. At her peak I knew I was cumming, but I wasn't prepared for Neal to point it out to Karen.
I could tell she was still riding out her first long orgasm and seeing me cum onto the floor in four humiliating spurts probably alleviated some of her potential guilt for enjoying his cock so thoroughly in front of her husband.
I might have tried to extract some pride in helping my wife, as if I had any control at all, but then he laughed and called out how fast I came and then immediately how quickly I get hard again even from the insults. I could see on Karen's face that she's dissapointed in me. Maybe not dissapointed but obviously unimpressed.
Besides, she had bigger problems now. Neal wanted her to keep up her rhythm, but it was just turning into a second orgasm, bigger than the first.
"I'm cummmminnngggg!!!" Karen's hips began doing that involuntary motion where her pussy was trying to milk the cum out of the cock, gripping it on every up stroke, pulling it as she came to increase the chances of conception.
"You're going to remember tonight for the rest of your life, cunt." Neal was gloating.
"Fuck you and your big cock, you asshole!" Even her anger was a turn on. How meaningless is your anger when you're still bouncing out the last throws of your orgasm on his cock?
"Is that your way of saying, thank you for saving your husband's business?" He sneered.
I could hear the slapping of her ass against his pelvis every time she slammed down on him again saying, "I'm doing all the work, fucker."
"Because I paid for you." He pushed her.
"Ugh!" Was her only response.
But Neal didn't let up. "Come on, admit it. You don't like me but you like my big cock."
"It's okay." She admitted.
"It's better than okay if you just came twice and didn't want to. Now say it." He clamped his hands around her tits and gave them a hard squeeze.
"Your big cock made me cum twice. Really good, ugh, is that what you want to hear? Ugh!"
"Don't slow down, bitch." He prompted her to keep riding him to his liking, but her pussy must have been so sensitive after cumming twice and not stopping by now.
Her thighs were shaking, "ugh ugh ugh."
"Come on, whore. Tell me you love fucking for money!" He taunted her, slapping her ass meat like a horsey.
"Oh, you fuck! I don't, it's dirty. Low rent. Filthy." Sweat was beading on her upper lip and she was out of breath.
"Yeah, you're filthy." He said.
"Ugh! Ahh! I'm filthy! You're making me..."
She was cumming again.
Neal pushed his advantage now. "Look in my camera and tell me you love being a filthy whore."
In the throws of unreason and madness, my wife Karen grabbed the headboard and stared right into his phone camera sitting there and fucked out her third orgasm on his big prick, hopping up and down hard now and said it all.
"Yeah, I'm cumming on this big fucking cock, argh! Oh my god! You fuck! You paid for this pussy. Ugh ugh ugh my god, I'm a whorrrre! I'm a filthy cunt! Argh! Ahh!"
Karen wasn't that into dirty talk, so this was new to me to, but she clearly was having a different experience with Neal than we had ever shared.
She hated him, but clearly enjoyed fucking him and came multiple times in our bed.
"Please, I cant... I need a break..." she begged openly.
He smiled cruely. "Yeah? You want something from me? Okay give me a nice kiss."
Karen kissed him passionately, and followed with an impassioned, "Please!", which hurt just to watch her submit like that.
"We can give your pussy a break, but you gotta keep me nice and hard with your mouth now, got it? Now get down there and make out with my big willy." He smacked her ass to get her moving.
Karen scooted down to cock level on our bed and was clearly about to start sucking him off again, but he stopped her.
"Don't just suck it again. I said make out with it. Give it a kiss, a lick," Karen complied. "Yeah baby, that's it. Make out with it a little. You're a fluffer now. Gotta keep me hard, until your pussy is ready again."
I didn't realize I was witnessing a full deconstruction of my wife as I knew her, but Neal was like an evil genius. Nobody had ever treated my wife like this before and shamed her so much. Karen was usually so prideful, but here and now and mostly sober, she was so subserviant to Neal's thick dick. We both had agreed to sell her before tonight, but this was so much more than either of us had expected.
For fifteen long minutes the image of my wife worshipping Neal's python and keeping it alive with kisses and nibbles was permanently burning into my brain like a bad screensaver.
Neal positioned her on all fours on the bed, her hands gripping the headboard, her face looking right into his damned camera, of course. He got behind her and began to mount her, which hit her deeper in this position and made her moan just as deeply.
"Give me that pussy, tell me you like it." Neal gripped her hip meat to pull her into him.
She couldn't be bothered to lie now. She came three more times and was begging for him to cum now, but Neal wasn't tired. It was the greatest sexual performance my wife ever went through and a part of me was grateful he was recording it and maybe I could get a copy. Rewatching Karen cum over and over again, begging for his cum.
"Maybe you need to offer me something other than your mouth, or your cunt..." He didn't have to be clever, just smug. And he was.
Looking right into his camera, she said plainly, "You can fuck my asshole, if that's what you want so you feel you're getting what you paid for."
And he did.
With nothing other than spit and her own juices, he began to push into Karen's asshole. I was even jealous of Neal's camera getting the front row seat to her every twitch of pain or pleasure flashing across her face.
Within minutes he was satisfied with how well she could take him throwing his cock in and out of her asshole and she was soon wailing through an earth shattering anal orgasm with nothing touching her pussy or clit except his big bull balls as they swung up and smacked her with each thrust. Every time he slammed into her, all her assmeat and thigh meat shook and I could feel the blunt force impact as he slapped his pelvis against her ass.
Karen wanted to collapse now, but Neal held her up with one arm twisted behind her back and the other holding her head up by her hair so that he could perfectly frame her face and tits in the shot as she came from anal. Clearly this was the most humiliating experience she'd ever experienced, let alone had recorded.
Neal finally told her her was going to cum in her pussy, just like last time.
Even totally sober now, Karen's best response was, "Oh really? I don't think... maybe we shouldn't..." but as Neal pulled out of her ass and pushed straight back into her pussy, all her sounds were appreciative.
"Beg me." He said. "Beg for my cum."
She could only mewl at first in response but clearly going to let it happen.
"Tell me to impregnate you in front of your husband." He pushed her.
"You're so sick." Karen taunted.
"Tell me!" His hand came down on her ass cheek with a smack to prompt her.
"I want you to impregnate me, shoot me up raw dog in front of my husband! I love it!" She bounced off his cock like a pro.
Neal was ramping up. "Sorry boys, sloppy seconds for everybody else!"
That was a weird thing to say.
"Yeah! Here we go! Yugh!" And that was it. His next half dozen jerks into her were his planting his seed as deeply as he could.
I'm pretty sure my wife came again as he spewed his hot baby jelly up in her. Covered in sweat and worked over, and panting, she rolled off of him. Clearly fucked beyond her own belief.
"Wait, we gotta finish up my video," he picked up his phone and pushed his filthy cock at her face.
"Clean me."
Having felt and endured every other possible degradation, Karen licked and sucked for him without reservation. Actually almost a victorious sense of enthusiasm.
In her final act of defiance, Karen spit out, "You can't humiliate me any more than you already have, fucker. I'm bulletproof."
But Neal didn't care. "Put my balls in your mouth and wash them with your tongue. That's it, baby. You like that?"
Karen was obedient and swallowed his ballsack and rolled his nuts around on her tongue.
"I love it!" She said sarcastically, taunting him again.
"You like being a whore? You're good at it."
"Yeah, I love fucking for money," she said provocatively "Is that it?"
Neal smiled as he ended the video. "That's it."
I couldn't believe it was all over already. I had already pulled my pants back up and Neal was now having a quick smoke and eyeballing his clothes so he could leave. Karen was thoroughly used, a tangle of sweaty limbs on the bed and I think we both thought that we would be fucking shortly, once we were alone.
That isn't what happened though.
I wasn't even sure that Neal's big cock was going to be the permanent life changing event in Karen's life. I mean, I knew I'd been thoroughly emasculated, but that was pretty much the plan from the start. I didn't know why it turned me on to see my wife fuck another guy, maybe because of that betrayal and humiliation was so deep and real to see. And while I know that Karen probably had the best hard sex of her life, I didn't see that it was going to fundamentally change things between us or change our lives in any big way. Afterall, a couple weeks ago we'd done something similar with Neal and we were able to handle it.
It looked as though Neal was about to leave and I would have Karen's well used body for my own lurid five or ten minutes of fun before she passed out, so I think we got exactly what we wanted and honestly a little more, but one last issue remained.
I asked Neal what his plan was for the payroll was. He had promised that he would tell me before he left. Neal smiled again. Never a good sign.
"I think that's all going to work itself out shortly." He said.
Neal's phone buzzed. He responded with a text.
"Yeah, I wasn't actually making a video with my phone, I was conference calling Diego, Rich, Jake and Lester." He said to anyone who was listening, as casual as could be.
Karen balked. "What? What do you mean? That whole time? They saw..."
"...you do ass to mouth and then clean my balls and say you like being a whore? You're damn right." Neal was loving her reaction. He was there for it. Planned, executed and now reaping his rewards.
"You mutherf..." I could tell Karen was on the verge of tears and rage and fear.
"This is the deal. You have no leverage here." He cut her off. "I have made a deal with your staff, to take care of unpaid wages, they're willing to accept a trade of goods... or services. I just had to show them your skills."
"You sunovabitch." Was all she could manage.
"It was a great audition tape." He was such a bastard.
I couldn't think of anything to do or say. My mind was focused on everything she had said and on camera too. Every hole used, ass to mouth, multiple orgasms and a shameless confession of loving being a hooker.
"They're already here." Neal said, looking at his phone. "Looks like you're going to a hot tub party after all."