Carl wiped at his face and pulled himself away from Kelly's bosom. His head ducked and he hurriedly pulled his pants up from his ankles. His cock was still wet as he stuffed it into his briefs. He made no attempt to button his trousers but rather held them together with his hand and turned away from his wife. He paused as if he was about to say something, Kelly watched him intently. But his shoulders slumped and he silently departed the kitchen.
Kelly slipped off the small breakfast table and onto the floor. She pulled her knees up and crossed her arms over them. She rested her cheek on her arms and took a deep breath. For the second time in an hour she felt a man's cum oozing out of her. This time it was her husband's but earlier it had been from their boss, Arthur Caswell. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly to clear the thought from her mind. She didn't want to remember it just now. Didn't want to remember how hard and how many times she came.
Why had they stolen from him? How in the world did they ever think they'd get away with it? Stupid! But there was no sense in dwelling on the why's now, what was done was done and Arthur had enough evidence to put them both in prison for many years had he so chosen. They could have taken him up on his offer to work for free to repay the debt but that would have surely meant losing all that they had as it would take them a long time to square that account. And so Kelly did the only thing she could think to do and so far, it seemed to work. Caswell had literally fucked her out of her mind, or at least any semblance of conscious thought. But it all unfolded right in front of Carl and it was obvious he wasn't handling it well. Kelly didn't feel guilty about trying to save their lives from ruin but she abhorred the thought of hurting Carl. She loved him.
Kelly stood and cleaned the small table where moments before her husband and spent himself inside of her. She moved out to the living room and peeled off her skirt and blouse. She was panty-less and the image of Caswell using them to wipe the cum off his cock and then tossing them in Carl's lap flashed through her mind. Her eyes flashed up the stairs toward their bedroom where Carl must've gone. She sighed and resolved to let him be for a while. She picked up her phone and discovered a message from Caswell. It informed her that the two of them were take a couple weeks off, with pay. She tossed it down without a response. Kelly lay down on the couch and was soon fast asleep.
That night and all the next day passed without her and Carl speaking more than cursory words to one another. If she even hinted at talking about what had happened Carl would shut down or snap at her. When she would get into bed Carl would scoot away from her and wrap up in the blankets.
But by the third day, Kelly had had enough. Carl was on the couch watching television and she abruptly placed herself between it and him. Carl tossed his hands up in frustration.
"If you don't want to talk, fine," Kelly started. "But I need you to know that I hate that I hurt you. I didn't know what else to do Carl. When Caswell was threatening to destroy our lives...I just...I just used the only power I could think that I still had. I need you to..."
"I liked it," Carl nearly whispered without looking up at her.
It caught Kelly off-guard. "What," she asked softly?
"I...uh hum...I liked it," Carl repeated and rubbed his down-turned face.
Kelly paused for a moment and let his words sink in. She recalled seeing his pants tented up with his obvious hard-on when Caswell was fucking her but she'd chalked that up to an unavoidable physical reaction. She turned slightly in the direction of the kitchen and thought about him taking her on the breakfast table just after it happened. At the time, she'd surmised it was just pure emotion and some male need to reclaim what was his. But now, now she realized that he'd done it simply because he was turned on. Kelly cocked her head in surprise and swallowed to wet her throat.
"You liked watching him fuck me," Kelly tried to sound gentle but instantly realized how the question must've sounded to Carl. She saw him grimace in frustration.
"I'm so sorry Kelly. I know you think I'm some sort of freak or that I'm weak or that I don't love you but it's just that..." Carl paused and fought back tears of anger and embarrassment. "I don't know..." He shook his head and slammed the remote control down onto the coffee table.
"Carl, it's okay," Kelly reassured him as she processed what he was telling her. She'd spent the the past days thinking she'd hurt him but in reality he was trapped in his own frustration and embarrassment. "Tell me, is that something you'd thought about before or did it just come out when you were watching us?" She watched his face tense up and already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it, "Carl..." she pressed.
"Before," he replied meekly.
"I need some lemonade," Kelly responded and turned for the kitchen.
Carl hadn't expected that response and he began to feel anger in his chest. Just as he was about to lash out Kelly called over her shoulder, "Come with me Carl." As he rose he heard her call to him from the kitchen, "And bring me your tablet."
Carl snatched up his tablet and went to meet his wife. He found her sitting at that same breakfast table, the sun cascading through the windows made her black mane shine and he couldn't help but marvel in her beauty.
"Sit down," she instructed him and waited for him to comply. Her eyes stayed on his face but he could barely look back at her. She sipped at her lemonade and the clink of the ice in the glass seemed like thunder to Carl's ears. "Log into your tablet and let me have it."
"Kelly wait..." Carl began to protest.
"Do it," Kelly snapped!
Carl complied and slid the tablet to his wife. She propped it up and her finger began punching around the icons in search of porn. "Let's see what you've been up to Carl."
It took a little rooting around but Kelly eventually found the pictures Carl had been saving. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she knew it wasn't what she'd found. There were the more mainstream porn pics but then there were the other ones. Kelly's finger swiped at the screen as images of men in bondage flashed by followed by male genitals in all manner of torment and even crossdressing. There were images of men watching other men fuck women, some of them bound to chairs and gagged. She found pictures of men licking cum off of a woman's pussy and licking their feet. And there was lots of bi and gay porn.
Carl knew by the look on her face that she'd discovered all his dark secrets. He wanted to turn inside out or just disappear. He was sure his wife was so disgusted with him that their marriage was over. Caswell might was well put him in prison!
"Carl..." Kelly began without looking up from the screen.
"Kelly, please just listen..." Carl interrupted.
"Carl," Kelly snarled, "take off your clothes."
Carl was shocked. He'd been sure she was going to tell him to pack his bags and get out. Kelly kept flicking through the pictures and then found his bookmarks and began exploring them. Carl stood and quietly undressed in the warm sunlight. Soon, he was completely exposed to his wife, physically and emotionally. There was nothing left to hide now.
Kelly had opened a website with stories about men in chastity, submissive men, so-called "hot wives", and the like. She found a title that intrigued her and began reading. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Carl begin to sit down.
"I didn't say you could sit Carl," Kelly said.
"I..." Carl didn't finish and remained standing.
Kelly read with both fascination and an undeniable personal curiosity. As Kelly became educated on what was known as Cock-and-Ball-Torture, or CBT, edging, orgasm denial and more she both learned and found herself excited by the idea. She'd always loved power, her power. She glanced up at her naked husband and gripped his testicles. She pulled and squeezed and kneaded them as she read another story. And then still more stories and websites and without even really thinking about it, she'd been playing with what was now his swollen cock.
She paused to look at him and found his dick leaking. Thinking about what she'd read, what she'd seen in those pictures and remembering how he'd devoured her after the office fucking, Kelly pulled the shiny pre-cum onto her finger and held it up. Without a word Carl bent and sucked her finger into his mouth and Kelly felt a distinct tug low in her belly.
She gripped his hard dick and used her thumb to rub his wetness into the underside of his swollen glands. Carl shuddered and grunted. Kelly watched his face intently as she pleasured him. Carl's fists clenched and he began to groan and pant.
"Oh baby," Kelly cooed in a sexy voice, "are you gonna cum baby?"
