Alex 10 Days Of Torment Ch 02

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Day 1 and 2 - Things become more complicated.

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Friday night, May 17th -- DAY 1

The sound of the doorbell made Alex do a double-take. It was unusual, especially for so late on a Friday night. It was more unusual because they lived in a gated community, which meant that it was one of his neighbors at the door.

Walking through the house with a beer in hand, the bell chimed a second time and he picked up the pace. It was eleven-thirty and the kids were finally asleep.

He'd let them stay up late watching an action/adventure movie with him. He'd done dad parenting right, throwing blankets on the floor before creating a couch fort out of cushion, pillows and an old sheet. He started a fire, even though it was a warm night. Holed up inside the fort, they had popcorn and smores while watching the film. Once it finished, it was teeth brushed and off to bed.

He spent the next twenty minutes straightening up the huge living room, nursing his bottle of Foster's along the way. He decided to just let the fire die down on it's on, concentrating instead on putting the room back in order. He was just coming back downstairs after checking to make sure the kids were asleep when the doorbell rang.

Unlocking the deadbolt and the chain, he opened the door without checking the peephole. One of the many benefits of living in a secured neighborhood was that they did not have to worry about solicitors showing up at the door. It had to be someone he knew. But this was late, and he worried that someone was in need of help.

"Maggie?" he asked, wondering why his secretary was standing on his large front stoop. Not to mention how the hell she'd gotten past the security gate.

She had her phone to her ear, and she put her finger to her lips to let him know to be quiet.

"Okay, I got it. Hold on a second." Handing her phone to Alex, she said, "It's for you."

Not thinking, he took the phone. "What do you mean it's for me? Hello?"

"Alexander?"

"Christina? What's going on? I thought you weren't supposed to talk to me this weekend."

"I told you that you couldn't call me. And I told you that I wasn't going to call you. I didn't."

"So, you call

Maggie

?"

"Uh, no. She called me."

"Why would she call you?"

"Because I fucked up. I fucked up big time."

"Wait. You what? What are you talking about?"

"I accidentally sent her a text. She knows, Alexander."

"She knows what? What do you mean you sent --"

"Stop talking and listen very carefully. Do you understand?"

He could tell by her tone she meant business, and he reacted like she was standing in front of her. "Yes ma'am."

His response made Maggie's eyebrow arch; a sly smirk appearing on her face.

Christina swallowed hard. "I fucked up Alexander. I forgot that Maggie was the last one that I texted today. I've been so focused on me and what I've been through tonight that I forgot to check."

"What are you saying?"

"I sent her a picture, Alex. I sent her a picture that was

meant for you

. Do you understand now?"

"Oh.

Ooohhhhh!

" he said quietly, his mouth opening wide. He looked at Maggie, whose smirk grew larger. "What was it?"

"Apparently she's going to show you. At least that's what she told me, so we have to come clean."

"What!?"

"You don't have a choice. I'm telling you what we're going to do about this. I'm sorry I was that careless, but the pussy's out of the bag now," she said, trying to find humor in what was a humiliating situation for her husband.

"This isn't funny, Christina."

"It is when you think about it. Regardless, that's where we are now. I'm not changing my plans for the weekend. I'm not even going to think about this once I hang up the phone. It's already put me in a position where I'm going to be punished for interrupting my time with my bull. He's pissed. So, I want you to answer whatever questions Maggie has. I want you to be completely truthful. Once you've done that, I'll tell you what I want you to do next. Understand?"

"No. I don't. This is unacceptable."

"That's irrelevant at this point. You've said it a thousand times in your work. The facts are the facts. Ignoring them doesn't make them go away. I expect you to do as you're told."

He knew not to cross her. The image of her reddened ass from the picture earlier in the day was a stark reminder. While they didn't profess to practice Femdom in their relationship, it had evolved somewhat into that the last month, at least as far as discipline was concerned. He'd literally been whipped with a belt twice for being disobedient. And that was on top of other types of physical punishment he'd been subjected to. He found it as erotic as he did painful, but he wasn't about to test her again.

Nodding even though she wasn't there, he said, "Yes ma'am."

"Good boy. Now hand the phone back to Maggie."

"Hello?"

"Are we good?" Christina wondered.

"We'll see. I'll call you once I'm convinced."

"Gerard says you have a half-hour to call me back. After that you'll have to leave a message because I'm going to be busy. And by busy, I mean I'm going to be paying for dragging you into this."

"Sorry to hear that. I'll try to get back with you shortly."

She hung up the phone and walked brazenly inside, past a very nervous Alex. Making her way toward the light, she navigated the dark hallway toward the back of the house. She turned left, ignoring the living room, instead heading for the huge open kitchen. She found the refrigerator and opened it. Twisting the cap off a Fosters of her own, she sat down at a barstool and turned toward her boss, sexily crossing her legs.

"So,

this

is Laguna Beach. Nice," she said as she looked around the spacious home.

"We're

near

Laguna... nevermind." Correcting her to state the exact community they lived in was irrelevant. Christina always told people Laguna Beach to make it easy. And obviously Maggie found the house, so it didn't matter. What did was the fact that she was there at all. Alex stood in the middle of the great room, the vaulted ceiling making it even larger. "I can't believe this is happening," he thought to himself, unsure of what to say.

She knew he was nervous, and she didn't want him to be. Still, she was naturally curious. Flipping on her phone, she opened the text she'd received, looking at it carefully. Her smile caught his attention. She looked up to a huge family photo above the mantle of the fireplace, comparing it to what was on her phone.

"You know, I was pretty sure based on what I remembered from the pictures on your desk. I didn't want to believe it, but that's definitely her all right. That's undoubtedly your wife. And that is one big, black cock she's sucking on."

Alex felt his face flush, and he instantly started to sweat. His mouth became so dry he actually choked a bit, and he began to lick his lips nervously.

"Looks like she's in the back of an SUV of some kind... and she's in what looks to be a dog cage," she laughed. "Makes sense. You can see the collar around her neck and a leash being held tight. This is one damn, interesting selfie, Alex. Alex?"

He was staring at the floor. When he heard his name a second time, he looked up.

"I said this is one interesting selfie, wouldn't you agree?" she said again, turning the phone around to show him the picture. She'd uploaded it from the text, making it the full size of her smart phone.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Look, Maggie... I'm sorry you got mixed up in this."

"What

is

this, exactly? Is she telling me the truth?"

"I don't know what she told you."

"Of course. You're right. And I'm not supposed to go on what she said anyway. I need you to tell

me

. So, tell me... why is your wife sucking a big black cock?"

"Okay. But you have to promise me --"

"I already told you that you can trust me, Alex. I'm not here to blackmail you. You pay me well. I think you need to look at this as me helping to

protect

you."

"So, you're telling me that I confess to how my private life works, and you're not going to want anything from me."

"I never said that," she winked. "I might want there to be an arrangement or two. But I don't want money or anything like that."

"Then what

do

you want?"

"I want answers for now. The rest we can discuss once I know what I think I already know. Like I said, I have your best interests in mind. I know you have kids. I know you have a lot at stake at work. I didn't come here to harm you. I actually came here thinking I was

helping

you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Think about it. You're my boss. I like you. I think the world of you, because you've treated me very, very well. I get a text like this," she said, holding up her phone again. "I came here to tell you that your wife is cheating on you. I was on the way to your house when she called."

"So she called you."

"Of course! Once she realized she sent me the text instead of you, she

had

to. How do you think I got in? I didn't know it was a gated community when I started driving. Google Maps doesn't tell you shit like that. She called the guard on duty and gave her the make and model of my car and the plate number so I could be put on the list of frequent visitors. I drove up, and I was let through in less than a minute. All I had to do was tell them who I was coming to see and show my license."

"So, instead of coming to tell me she's fucking around on me...."

His voice trailed off, and she finished his thought "Once she called, I kept driving. I came to find out if her story is true. After all, she could have just fucked up and texted me by accident, but still be cheating. I felt like I have an obligation to make sure because I care about you. From the sound of it, it looks like she might be telling the truth. I just have to ask you to confirm this so I can call her back. So tell me, why is your wife sucking a big black cock? And why is she wearing a collar and a leash?"

"It's a long story."

"I've got all weekend."

"Weekend?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Alex," she said before taking a big swig of her beer. "Now quit stalling. Tell me what I want to know. I've got twenty minutes before I can't call her back until morning, and I'm not waiting until then."

"Okay. Like I said, it's a long story. But the short version is, Christina is away this weekend because she's with her bull."

"Her bull. And what is that, exactly?"

"She's a hotwife"

"Okay, you're going to have offer up more than labels, Alex. This is new to me, whatever this is."

He spent the next ten minutes explaining the new relationship he had with his wife. He tried to be as detailed as possible, answering questions along the way. To her credit, it didn't appear to him that Maggie was judging either of them. She was listening intently, asking intelligent questions without appearing intrusive. If anything, she seemed genuinely interested in the dynamic.

Toward the end she asked, "So, this

all

started because you weren't having sex with her. You were jacking off to porn instead."

"If you have to be blunt about it... yeah."

"I think we're way beyond being subtle, Alex. I got a dick pic sexted to me today, and your wife's mouth was on the end of it. That's pretty blunt, don't you think?"

"When you put it like that, yeah."

"So what do

you

get out of this relationship?"

"What do you mean?"

"She's the one getting fucked by a monster cock. You're the one home alone. How does this do anything for

you

sexually?"

"I don't know, Maggie. It's hard to describe. I... I get excited thinking about what she's doing right now. The times I got to watch in person were amazing."

"

That

part of it makes sense to me. But not being there is a bit harder to figure out."

"I don't know... it's... it's about having a wife that's desirable, I guess. I like the idea that she's out having sex, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. And there's the idea that she gets to tease me about it. I can't explain it, but it's a huge turn on for me."

"I'm not doubting you, Alex. We all have things that turn us on. Fetishes and whatnot... I'm just trying to comprehend this one. Please don't think I'm judging you or anything."

"I don't. It's just hard to put into words how it makes me feel. That's all. When her bull texts me a picture of something he's done with her, I get this anxious, jealous, excited feeling that doesn't have a word. Well, other than I'm a cuckold. I guess that's what it is."

"I've

heard

of that one," she laughed. "I never bothered to figure out what it meant, but at least I've heard of it. The

bull

and hotwife things are new to me though. So tell me, if she's out doing God knows what right now, and you weren't getting the texts, would you still be turned on?"

"Oh, yeah. Sometimes the less I hear from her, the more worked up I get. It's a whole stupid, illogical train wreck in my mind."

"Do you jack off thinking about it?"

"Sometimes," he answered honestly, surprised at how easy it was to confess to something so private. "I can't help it. My mind races and I'm so fucking hard... I have to or I can't think straight."

"So how do you do it?"

"What?" he laughed.

"Do you just take out your cock and start stroking? Do you watch porn?"

Being candid, he answered, "Well, no. Usually, if I'm not there in person, I'm at work. This is the first time she's been away."

"Hmm... so those times you tell me you don't want to be disturbed and I hear you lock your door, you're jacking off in your office, eh."

He nodded, offering another confession. "I can't watch porn at work, so yeah, I'll just look at one of the pictures her bull sends me, and I jack off to it."

It was the only lie he told her. He had watched porn at work. Many times, in fact. Instead of going on line, he would download videos that excited him at home and would watch them again at his desk behind the privacy his office provided. Telling Maggie he only did it to pictures of his wife somehow made it seem better in his head. He was happy she seemed to buy it. He didn't know she knew better.

"Like this one," she smiled, looking at her phone again. Checking the time at the top, she said, "Okay... I think I've heard what I needed to hear. Let me make this call."

She pressed the dialer button before hitting the last number in her call log. Standing, she listened to the phone ring. Motioning around for a direction, she asked Alex, "Bathroom?" He pointed her in the right direction, and she mouthed 'thanks' as she grabbed her purse and took the call. "Hey Chris, its Mag," she said cheerfully, acting as if she was talking to an old friend.

Alex sat down in a chair by the kitchen table, stunned as he watched Maggie leave the room. She was still attired in her work clothes; the sexy forest green micro-mini skirt and the sharp, thin tan blouse that showed the outline of her lacy black bra underneath. He could hear her 5-inch black heels clacking on the hardwood as she made her way through the house.

"What the hell is happening?" he said under his breath. Taking a long draw on his beer, he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. There was nothing he could do about the circumstances he was in. All he could do was hope that she was being truthful about the discretion she would show. He worried about the repercussions at work with her knowing what she did. Could she really be trusted? Was his professional life suddenly in danger because of the sexual lifestyle he and his wife were exploring in their private one?

Maggie returned a few minutes later. She put her purse and phone on the bar, and picked up the beer she'd left behind. Her back was to Alex as she tilted her head, downing the entire contents in one long drink. His eyes were on her shapely ass, the bottom of her cheeks almost visible underneath the short skirt. He'd always been an ass man and hers was magnificent, although her incredible legs certainly made it hard to focus on just one thing.

She let out a gasp when she finished, setting the bottle back on the bar. Turning on her heel, she gracefully got back up on the barstool and crossed her legs again. Staring at him, she picked up her phone. Almost without looking at the screen, she fired off a text and waited. His phone chimed a half-second later.

He looked at it, puzzled. The text was from her.

"Open it," she smiled.

When he did, he saw the picture of his wife sucking her bull's cock. It was the first time seeing it up close, and he moaned. Then he groaned, fully recognizing the significance it implied. His wife was indeed in a dog cage, a leather lease attached to the collar around her neck. It was clear that it was in the back of a rather large SUV. With her clothes ripped from her body, and her other cloths thrown into a neighboring yard, it was easy to conclude that she was likely going to be driven somewhere just as she was unless the photo was staged. But somehow, he knew that wasn't the case.

Looking at the same image on her own phone, Maggie commented. "Pretty fucking hot, isn't it? That's a huge cock she's sucking on."

"Yeah," Alex responded absentmindedly.

"Look at the drool flowing off her chin. I bet he was jamming it down her throat, making her choke on it."

He'd seen him do that very thing to her in person. He could practically hear the sounds of her gagging and coughing when she'd have that thick piece of meat forced into her mouth when she wasn't ready for it. He could also hear her moaning for more when he'd take it out to allow her to breathe. The woman could swallow that monster whole.

"Yeah," he replied again.

"Are you hard right now, Alex?"

"Yes."

"You really

do

like seeing your sexy wife being used like that, don't you?"

It seemed silly to be dishonest after he'd already confessed everything. "Yes. I do."

"I do too," she replied. He thought it was an odd thing for her to say, and he didn't fully understand it; at least not until she elaborated. "I had a nice chat with Chris. First, I should tell you that she's safe. As you can imagine from the picture, she was in the back of his Escalade. He drove her around like that in the cage for a while. I think that's so hot."

"I suppose."

"Aw, you know it is. I bet you're throbbing right now thinking about it. I know it makes me wet," she teased. "Anyway, she's with him at his place now, so you needn't worry."

"I dropped her off at his place. What are you talking about?"

"I'm pretty sure wherever you dropped her off was for effect. Think about it... he's driving an Escalade."

"Drug dealers can drive Cadillacs, Maggie."

"So do successful businessmen. Don't stereotype."

"I dropped her off in a war zone. How am I not supposed to stereotype?"

"Well that's true. He obviously wants you to think about him a certain way. But she just told me he lives in a huge house, and it must rival this place."

"Again, drugs mean money."

"You're going to drive yourself crazy if you keep thinking like that. Let me see what I can find out about him. In the meantime, she said she's safe, so stop worrying about her."

"I'm not. Right now, I'm more worried about

you

being involved in this. I can't believe she was that careless."

"Well you have nothing to worry about. I told you, you can trust me."

"I hope so. I can't afford to lose my job."

"I can't either. As far as I'm concerned, we're in this together, Alex."

"I don't see how. You're in the position of power. You have the leverage."

"Yes, I do. But you know what they said in that movie... I think it was the first

Spiderman

. His Uncle tells him,

With great power comes great responsibility

. I understand that. Look, I'm always going to have this over you if you choose to think of it that way. But there's no reason this can't be fun instead."