Alex - 10 Days of Torment

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Alex gets a much needed confidence boost from Sabrina.

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Thursday evening, March 21st

Alex was a conflicted. He was doing his best to navigate the streets of Los Angeles, trying to get to the Staples Center in time for the game. At the same time, he wanted to see the video his friend Sabrina had alluded to that was on the laptop, conveniently located on her lap.

He and Sabrina were taking their kids to a hockey game, the local Kings hosting the San Jose Sharks. Well, Alex was taking both of his children. He'd invited Sabrina and her oldest, Bobby. At ten, he was Tommy's age, and they were best friends. Sarah, being eight, would be fine at the event, along with the two boys. But Sabrina's younger kids were four and two, which would make the night more work than fun. Besides, they were leaving directly from the Long Beach aquarium, where they'd all spent that majority of the day so far on a school field trip.

The invitation was spur of the moment, and Alex had to do some convincing. But he and Sabrina had spent a good part of their afternoon sharing naughty aspects of each other's marriages, and he didn't want that good time to end. For whatever reason, he found Sabrina's acceptance of the new lifestyle he and Christina were attempting to be valuable; a validation of how he was feeling inside. That she and her husband Miguel had an open marriage, and had experienced a lot during their twelve years together, made her a great sounding board.

Having gotten off I-110 when they got closer to the arena, they were in stop and go traffic; more of it having to do with the time of day than the amount of people heading to the game. The Kings were having a poor season, mired toward the very bottom of the league in the standings.

The advantage of the heavy volume of vehicles directly in front of him was that it allowed time for him to see the videos Christina had sent him. That is as long as Sabrina would turn the screen to allow him to see. With Sarah in the captains chair behind her and the boys in the very back of the van, all of them occupied by electronic devices and headphones, she knew she could show them to him without fear of a youngster seeing. But she was rather enjoying teasing Alex by withholding them.

"My god your wife can fuck. She's amazing," she commented honestly.

"Can I see, please?"

"Are you going to drive into the back of someone?"

"I haven't yet, and right now I'm more distracted by you

not

showing me!"

"Alright. She sent you four of them."

"I already know that, Sabrina. I uploaded them to my account, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, I'm going to play them for you in the order she sent them. If you start to drive, I'll pause it. But I'm also going to shut the screen so you focus on the road."

She turned the computer on her lap and pressed play on the first video. They both watched as Derrick hammered Christina from behind, taking her doggy style, pulling on her hair. Her head was being yanked back, forcing her tits out. Every few strokes he'd spank one of her ass cheeks. Each time he did, she'd scream for him to fuck her harder. Alex couldn't hear it because Sabrina had plugged in the earbuds, but he could tell.

When the video ended, Sabrina closed the laptop. "Time to go," she pointed ahead.

Alex did a good job of concentrating, his attentions properly placed on driving safely. But once they stopped at another traffic light, he honed his eyes on the computer. Sabrina opened it and started the second video.

Derrick pulled his massive black cock slowly from Christina's pussy, her inner lips clinging to the slickened shaft like they were desperate to keep it inside. As soon as it slipped out, a generous glob of fresh hot cum came with it. That was followed by more. A lot more.

"Who's the stud?" Sabrina inquired.

"No idea."

"Going bareback. Daring girl."

"Yeah," he said with a resigned sigh. "We've talked about her using condoms. She's supposed to."

"But she doesn't."

"Her bull refuses. But he gets tested regularly. Apparently he has a lot of hotwives at his disposal. Other than that, she's fucked a few guys, but none of them came inside her. Until that guy, anyway."

"How does it make you feel that she's not?"

"Upset, because we've discussed the rules. And excited, because she knows the videos I watch are just like that," he pointed. "She's messing with my head."

"Both of them, from what I can see. Do you trust her judgment?"

"What do you mean?"

"From your perspective, she just fucked a stranger. But she

obviously

knows him. I could hear another woman in the background... she took the video. Do you know

her?

"

"I haven't met her, but I'm sure it's her friend Brandi."

"So, there are people sharing your wife, in your house, in your bedroom... in your bed. You haven't met any of them. You may not

ever

meet them. But she knows them. Do you trust her to know who needs a condom and who doesn't? Is she on birth control?"

"Well, no. I had a vasectomy after Sarah. Christina went off birth control because it messes her up. She got cramps bad when she was on them."

"I can believe that. But, there's still obviously a risk of pregnancy with what she's doing."

"She's religious about monitoring her cycle, and it's incredible how in tune it is."

"That's good, but you know there's always a risk."

"I know. But she's nowhere near her ovulation point now, so that's not the risk. At least today."

"Okay, so let's assess today's risk. You say she's been hanging out with this Brandi."

"Yeah, but until today she was just sucking cock."

"No. You just said she's fucked a few other men."

"I meant when she's been with Brandi, all she's done is suck cock."

"Right. But things changed today. You literally just reminded her this morning about the field trip, and that she'd have the day to herself. So we can surmise that she called Brandi and asked if she knew of any guys to party with. My

guess

would be that these are a couple of the guys Christina has already sucked off. Look at them. They could definitely be fitness instructors."

"That's a good point. Actually it's most likely true."

"Okay, so with that assumption, is it fair to say that Brandi isn't going to be fucking anyone that isn't clean either? Christina

knows

that guy is clean. Let's be honest, I don't think she's doing that if he's not. So if... "

"No, I don't trust Christina."

"Really?"

"She fucked a waiter at a pub near my work. In the men's room."

"Oh my God. Are you sure?"

"I was there. She came out wearing it on her face."

"His cum?"

"Yeah," he answered sarcastically, his angst growing.

"Okay, I understand that must have been... well, no I don't. But you're rock hard, so this is speaking to you. And from her perspective, he didn't cum inside her like this guy," she said as she hit play again.

"I guess. But Billy did yesterday."

"Billy?"

"Our security guard."

"What!? You can't be serious. How long has she been fucking

him?

"

"Since yesterday. She fucked him in the guard shack."

"Oh my God... that brazen slut!" she laughed out loud. "Wow. I would never have fathomed... but you know, that kind of proves my point. We both know Billy, Alex.

I'd

fuck him without protection. And I

never

do that with the guys I fuck. I would have to know for sure anyone I fuck is okay, and I wouldn't think twice about Billy. He's as stand up as they come."

"I know. He's a great guy. I guess my point is I just don't know why we have rules if she's not going to follow them."

"Do you think that's hot?" she said, pointing to the video screen. "That's not some wife on Pornhub. That's the mother of your children, being the hotwife you want her to be. Do you find that exciting, or not? Because if the answer is no, you've got a problem that's going to be very difficult to solve based on the last video she sent."

Before they could get to that, or his answer, traffic was moving again. She closed the computer and they drove in silence. Sabrina was giving him his space. She could feel the conflict in him. It reminded her of herself, early in her relationship with Miguel.

Truth be told, Miguel handled her job and the men she played with in and out of the strip club, far better than she did of his dalliances outside their marriage. It took her quite a while those first two years to accept that he loved her unconditionally, and was simply asking for her to give him the same commitment. He didn't hide his experiences with other women, but he never flaunted them in her face like she sometimes did absentmindedly. It was part of her unwinding after work, telling him about her day like anyone would. Yet if he shared an intimate coupling, she'd become withdrawn. The issue was he knew he had to tell her, because to not would make it seem like he was cheating. Yet he got her attitude whenever he did. And he wasn't going to stop because he wasn't going to ask her to.

It wasn't until Miguel suggested they go to counseling that her behavior toward him came to light. She asked why he wanted to go, and he shocked her by saying that she couldn't accept him for who he was, and he wasn't going to change, just like he didn't expect her to. When she reflected on his concerns compared to hers, it was profound. He was trying to find a way to improve their relationship. He wasn't giving up. What man pushes the idea of couple counseling. Most shrivel and hide at the mere mention of therapy.

Analyzing his intent, she noted that he was exactly the man he said he was when they met, and he'd never wavered in his devotion to their relationship. It quickly became obvious that her jealousy was unfounded. From that point on, they'd been solid, as she'd learned to let go of her fears.

It was the natural growth that evolves in a marriage that seeks to expand their sexual horizons. Sometimes that growth can be painful and confusing. It takes talking, and communicating, and trust. And it takes time. Sabrina was seeing that in Alex's reaction to the video and her pointed questions.

They'd been quiet while he drove, and when they came to a stop, she repeated the question she'd asked before. "Alex, I'm not going to open this until you answer me. Tell me the truth; are you excited about what Christina is doing right now? Set aside cuckold versus stag; does it excite you."

It took a few seconds, but he finally responded. "Yes."

"So talk to me about the cuckold versus stag thing. Where are you at mentally right now?"

"You already know that answer."

"So when is it okay for you to be a cuckold?"

"When she's with her bull. That's how I kind of envisioned it. I don't want to lose my sense of self in this. I love that she has bull. I pushed her toward that. But I want fun too."

"Have you tried?"

"I already told you I have. Open the laptop." She did, and he said, "Click the video marked 'A.D.'"

The video of Alex with Ashley Davenport in the stairwell of the courthouse popped up. Sabrina became excited, the power and domination she saw in Alex's sexual conquest had her pussy tingling. The juxtaposition of who she saw on the screen and the way the man next to her was acting astounded her. But it also gave her hope.

"Mmm... I knew you had a nice cock."

"Thanks."

"Who?" she asked.

"Later," he promised.

"How?"

"I was told I couldn't fuck my wife again until I became the person I saw myself being," he shrugged.

"So, she challenged you to step up."

"I suppose, yeah."

"I don't think there's any question about it. And that also should answer your feelings about who you are."

"I don't understand."

Pointing at the screen, she asked, "Is the man that took this girl to places she's never been before in this van somewhere? Because if he is, I have an idea."

"Again, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about attitude. If you only want to see yourself as a cuckold when she's with her bull, then stop acting like you are when you're not. Is

that man

sitting next to me. 'Cause he's definitely a stag, and a dominant one at that. She's fucking right now. Raise your game and take some control of your destiny. Obviously you know how. That video proves it's in you somewhere. Let me help you let him out."

"And just how..."

"You trust me. That's how. Look, I'm going to skip the third video. It's her riding another guys massive dick. You need to see the last one, but I'm not playing it for you until we get to the stadium. I need your undivided attention."

Fifteen minutes later they pulled into a lot near the Staples Center. As he suspected, it was about half as full as it would have been if they were in playoff contention. Once parked, he turned his attention to Sabrina, who was ready to hit play. First, she gave him one of the earbuds so they could listen together.

"Prepare yourself. And don't cum in your shorts. You're already making a mess because you obviously went commando this morning," she winked, noticing the growing wet spot on his crotch.

He took a deep breath and nodded. She hit play.

From the first second, his heart began pounding so fast he thought he might pass out. It was mesmerizing. He'd seen hotwives take on multiple cocks often in his late night porn searches. Most of the time they were sucking one of them, but there were those where the slut was so bold she took a cock in both her ass and pussy simultaneously.

He knew right away that the video was taken at the end if a much longer session; they'd been going at her like that for quite a while. Her cursing and urging them on in Spanish only added to the eroticism. Not to mention the way she screamed each time she came. He did nearly explode in his shorts when he saw their loads leaking out. As hard as it was to admit, while it may have been riskier, the visual was so much hotter because she wasn't making them use condoms.

When the camera moved around to show her take a facial from the third guy, Sabrina noticed something. She paused it and moved the scrubber bar back to replay the last few seconds. Pausing again at the perfect spot, she gasped.

"Th... that's

Billy!

she exclaimed, her hand going over her open mouth.

"Yes, it is," he sighed.

"Jesus fucking Christ, would you look at the size of him. I may have to pay a visit to the guard shack."

"If you say so."

"I'm going to say it again. That brazen slut!"

"Apparently."

She hit play again, commenting on Christina's incredible cocksucking skills and more on Billy's considerable anatomy in his crotch region. They watched to the very end if the video, where Christina looked at the camera and said, "I need another cock to play with!"

"Who do you think she was speaking to?" Christina asked him.

"Brandi," he shrugged.

"Uh-uh. She was talking to you. Look at the fire in her eyes. She sent the video to you. You heard Brandi. She's fucking Billy next, and the other two are spent for a while. She's talking directly to

you

Alex."

"Well what am I supposed to do about it? She wasn't talking about

my

cock."

"Likely not. But I think as a stag you have an obligation to give her what she wants. And in the meantime, perhaps you can have what

you

want."

"And what would that be?"

"Me!" she grinned.

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Thursday night, March 21st

Miguel parked his truck in front of the Edwards home, still unsure of how everything was going to play out. He knew his wife wouldn't deliberately put him in harm's way, but there was little doubt it was likely going to be awkward. Still, as wild as her idea was, the payoff seemed well worth the risk.

He walked up the driveway to the garage keypad to the left; popping in a fresh nine volt battery. Christina would think it wasn't working, because she and Alex were battling over whose responsibility it was to change out the Duracell. Checking the code he'd stored in the notepad app on his Android, Miguel entered the digits and pressed enter. The door rose, along with his excitement.

He noticed the clothing strewn about haphazardly, and conjectured what caused it. "Looks like there were several people in a hurry to get naked," he surmised correctly. He closed the overhead door with the button by the entry to the house, but then he decided to take a risk. Undressing there, he left all his things in the garage in a pile near the door, including his phone. Mainly because he noticed two others on top of some of the discarded garments left behind.

Unlike the other guests, Miguel had been in the Edwards house many times. While he'd never had reason to go upstairs, he knew how to get there. He was at the foot of the main stairs in just a few seconds, and as he climbed them he could hear the noises coming from the master bedroom become louder with each step. By the time he reached the open doorway, it sounded like what he'd expected... a full on fuck-fest.

He stood still at the edge of the room, taking in the scene on the huge bed. His gaze focused on the two stars. Much like a porn shoot, the cocks were simply there to provide the necessary enhancement. They were props to be used and recharged. The women were the real attraction. He could have been easily drawn to the beautiful blonde nearest him, being piledrived from behind by the big hombre of Hispanic descent. Yet his attentions were drawn by the main event, and the woman in the middle of it.

Christina was once again being double penetrated, although using a different position. Derrick underneath, his cock reaming her ass as she rode him in a reverse cowgirl. Billy was holding her knees wide as he plowed away at her stretched cunt.

He minded his time, waiting; thinking it best to be noticed instead of just intruding. It took several minutes before Brandi turned her head slightly and noticed him out if the corner of her eye.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked in her best Wilhelm movie scream. She pulled forward and recoiled in fear. Michael turned and saw him, his first instinct to confront the intruder. He fought that urge only because like him, the man was naked. There had to be an explanation.

Christina froze, as did the action in her group. Billy looked, his cock buried deep inside her. Then he smiled as he recognized the unannounced guest.

"What's up, Mr. Lopez?" he greeted.

"Billy," he smiled with an upward nod. "How's that pussy?"

"Ha! Wet, and still surprisingly tight considering what we've been doing to it."

"Mi... Miguel?"

"Christina. How are you this evening?"

"What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you get in? Michael, did you not shut the garage door?"

"I shut it."

Miguel's stare hit her in the chest. "I'm here for you."

"What are you talking about? And why are you naked?"

"Apparently, you need another cock to play with. As you can see, I brought mine with me."

"Is this some kind of joke? What the fuck is Sabrina going to say about you being here?"

He held up his hand, taking several steps forward. Trying to calm her, he said, "You seem to have a lot of questions. I have just one for you. I know you've been a busy little slut this afternoon, so I'm sure I already know the answer, but, when was the last time you checked your phone?"

"My phone! I don't even have my phone! Brandi has it."

Brandi kept looking at the handsome man with the big, beautiful hard-on, unable to tear her eyes away from him. Fumbling to her right, she picked up Christina's phone, glancing at it.

"You have six texts from Alex. And a phone call. Did I miss it ringing?"

"I turned it to silent mode. I didn't want him interrupting me."

"Looks like he still found a way," she snickered as she first read the texts to herself, and then out loud.

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