Hard Times Ch 02 1

Hard Times

Chapter 2: Bringing in the Bull

The filming of me with my "bull" was tricky. But Jeff had figured things out. Jeff would put on some fake tattoos when he was playing the role of the bull, who we'd dubbed "Sean". We'd never film Sean's face. In one of my narrations to our followers, I would explain that Sean couldn't allow his face to be filmed. I'd be vague about the reasons for this. To be honest, this was partly because I hadn't made up a great story to tell. But I figured that it would be a good mystery for our followers to ponder. Was he someone famous, who they might recognize? Unlikely. Was he someone who held a position that would be compromised if

anyone

happened to recognize him? Maybe. But, then, what position? Was he a politician? A preacher? A teacher? Who knew?!

This was a good mystery for our followers to ponder. It led to lots of speculation and many questions in the comments section of our videos. This was all good for viewer engagement. What was even better for boosting our audience was our claim that I'd picked Sean from the group of our followers. This led to no end of other offers and a ridiculous number of uninvited dick pics. But it was all good for the bottom line.

Bringing Sean into our scenarios had other, very tangible benefits for both Jeff and me. The whole point was, of course, that Sean could give me a really great fucking; so, in his role as Sean, Jeff brought his A-game. And it was important that, with Sean, I became a wild woman--a cock-craving, cum-guzzling slut who wants nothing more than to suck and fuck him and swallow his cum. Playing that role freed something inside me that had been bottled up by my inhibitions. Play acting became very real.

I think Jeff was taken aback a bit and wasn't sure whether I was really feeling what I was showing or was just acting the role well. It didn't really matter to him, though. In his role as Sean, he was getting what most guys could only dream of--you know... a cock-craving, cum-guzzling slut who wants nothing more than to suck and fuck him and swallow his cum.

Unfortunately for Willie, bringing Sean into our lives meant only greater humiliation. In our video lives, Jeff was yoyo-ing between an enviable stud getting everything a man could want from a woman sexually and a most unenviable humiliated cuckold.

We did a video where Crystal pressured Willie to help her get ready for her date with Sean. It started with me in a bubble bath, chatting happily with Willie about my date with Sean, while I shaved my legs and under arms. I stood up, wiping the bubbles from my body to clean up my pubic area so I had just a nice, trim bush around my cunt.

We continued in the bedroom, where I pondered over different sets of lingerie, sometimes asking Willie for his recommendation. For his part, Jeff was doing a great job of making Willie look depressed but so defeated that, while he didn't engage positively in helping me, neither did he protest what was happening.

When I'd finished dressing and putting on my makeup--looking hot and hungry but not trashy--I looked over at Willie, seeming for the first time to be thinking about what he was feeling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," I said, my voice dripping with apparent sympathy. "I know this must be hard for you." I walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "But don't worry. You know I love you and you only. This isn't any sort of threat to our relationship."

Willie looked unconvinced, as well he should be. So, I went on. "It's really no different than if I really wanted to dance and you couldn't so I took up with a dance partner. Or if I got a massage. It's not about love, or even affection. It's just physical."

Needless to say, that did absolutely nothing to allay Willie's concern, nor was it intended to. It was to reinforce the idea that he left me so unsatisfied that I'd seek sexual pleasure with a perfect stranger. Needless to say, no man is reassured by a "you know I love only you but I need to have this other guy's cock" speech.

We recorded the scene of me coming home immediately after this "dressing for the date" scene. No sense having Jeff do the transformation to Sean, only to have to get back into the Willie mode after that.

It was supposedly very late when I got home--really, early in the morning. I came into the bedroom disheveled, looking like a ravaged woman. I'd mussed up my hair, smeared my make up a bit, and wrinkled my dress.

"Oh, you're still awake," I said. "I was hoping you'd be asleep."

"I'll bet you were," Willie said.

"No," I said defensively. "I just meant I'm sorry if you were awake all night worrying. There's really nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?" Willie said, with pain in his voice. "You were out with another man all evening and into the morning and you say there's nothing to worry about?"

"Oh, Willie... please. I'm tired and I don't want to talk about it now. Can we please have this discussion in the morning."

"You mean: later

this

morning?" Willie replied, trying to make me feel bad about how late my date had run.

"Whatever. I just want to get to bed and sleep."

I took off my clothes letting Willie see that I no longer had my panties on. The idea was to make him think Sean had kept them as a trophy--something we would include in the video of my first date with Sean.

Jeff did a great job of acting then. It was clear from his face that he noticed I wasn't wearing my panties anymore and he almost said something. But he censored himself, deciding that there was no good to come from calling me out on that.

I crawled into bed next to Willie, acting as if I was ready to just roll over and go to sleep. But then I said, in a gentle voice, "I

do

love you, Willie. You know that, don't you?"

Willie didn't say anything but seemed to be quietly sobbing. I pulled him to me, putting his head on my chest to comfort him. As he lay there, I gently guided his mouth to my breast and he began to suckle on my breast.

"There, there," I said. "That's good. It's okay." And I patted his head like a mother might comfort her small child.

Then, per our script, Willie began to move his head down my torso. I acted surprised and, then, tried--half-heartedly to be sure--to stop him.

"No, don't," I said. "I'm messy down there."

Of course, I wasn't messy down there--at least not in the way I was suggesting to Willie, though I was pretty wet. But the script called for Willie to ignore my admonition. The idea was that Willie was, in his own pathetic way, trying to reclaim his territory. He couldn't do it by fucking me. All that would do is re-emphasize the difference between what Willie could do and what I'd experienced on my date. So, cleaning me up was the only way Willie could reclaim me.

As always, I loved the feeling of Jeff's tongue playing across my clitoris. But I think this might have been more intense. I was getting into my role and the thought of my husband willingly, even eagerly, licking my lover's cum from my cunt was incredibly exciting. In the scenario I was imagining myself in, he was doing this despite the fact that the thought of lapping another man's cum from my pussy disgusted him. He had to overcome that disgust because it was the only way he could show me that he, too, could cause me exquisite pleasure.

And exquisite pleasure was precisely what Jeff (as Willie) caused in me. I didn't need to play act my orgasm as he flicked his tongue across my stiff clitoris. My orgasm was intense and prolonged. I

did

have to catch myself when I almost screamed out, "Oh, my God, Jeff!" We could have edited that out, of course. But we didn't need to.

"Oh, God,... Willie," I managed to say. "No one does that as good as you!"

And that was another subtle barb, too--maybe too subtle for many of our followers. But I was sure that some of them would think, "was she just unintentionally reminding Willie that she had a recent comparison?"

We'd originally planned to record the session with Sean that same night but these two sessions with Willie and Crystal had taken longer than we'd expected and, to tell the truth, I really was exhausted. The crashing orgasm Jeff had provoked with his tongue had really drained me.

The next morning when I got up, I found that Jeff had been up for hours and had already edited the videos we'd just made. He was nothing if not efficient. We had our ordinary farm work to do during the day but the evening was set aside for my first date with Sean.

I think both of us were looking forward to this scene. And neither of us was disappointed.

All the action took place in the spare bedroom we'd made up to pass off as Sean's. We walked in the door together, looking as if we'd just come from dinner and acting like dinner had been accompanied with plenty of wine. Sean had his hand on my ass and I was leaning against him in a manner that sent an unmistakable signal about my intentions.

He kissed me deeply and began undressing me, when I was in just my bra and panties, I sank to my knees and, reaching up eagerly, undid his pants and pulled out his hardening cock.

"Oh, my God, Sean! Your cock is amazing," I said as I admired it for a moment. Taking it gently in one hand, I went on: "It's beautiful and so big." I raised it and brought my tongue to the underside of his shaft, just above his ball sack. As I ran my tongue under it from the base to the tip, Sean's cock filled to full hardness and twitched. He let out a soft moan and I felt his hands on the back of my head guiding me to take his cock in my mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned as I slid my lips down over his rigid rod. It was great that I didn't have to pretend to be bored or unsatisfied as I sucked Sean's cock. The role I got to play as Crystal with Sean came much more naturally to me, and it was much more fun. So, I openly showed the excitement I felt sucking Sean's hard cock and seeing the effect I was having on him.

Sean pulled me up and finished undressing before he threw me down on the bed. As he crawled on top of me, I said, following my script, "Be gentle. You're a lot bigger than my husband." Then I added, "I mean, be gentle at first!" as I pulled him to me.

Jeff was clearly very happy to be in his role as Sean. He fucked me hard, missionary style, then pulled out of me and got me on to my hands and knees to take me doggy style. I always like this best because he gripped my hips tightly and pounded me more deeply than in any other position. In the back of my mind, I knew we were getting good footage for the video but, mostly, I just immersed myself in the role of a sex-starved woman finally getting what she'd craved for so long.

I did a lot of vocalizing. "Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me" and, "Oh, God... I've never felt like this before" and "fuck me harder". And I didn't have to fake an orgasm. I climaxed hard and long. And, as I finished my orgasm, Sean roared and spewed his load deep in my cunt.

We collapsed for a few minutes and then I rolled off of him, to the side away from the camera so that it would have a good view, and went down on him to clean our juices off of his wilting cock.

"Gentle," Sean said. "I'm always very sensitive there after I cum."

And I was gentle as I ran my tongue and lips over his softening shaft. The whole point of this was to convey the idea that I was expressing gratitude--maybe even worshiping--Sean's cock for what it had done for me.

We lay in bed together for a while. The script called for us to have another round, which would explain why I was so late getting home to Willie. Jeff wasn't up for another round of fucking yet. We could have waited, of course, recording this another day. But I decided that the second round could be a blow job and I figured that this would work even if fucking didn't yet.

For the sake of Sean's reputation as an incredible stud, we played it like Sean wanted to fuck me again but I begged him to let me suck him off. "I want you to cum in my mouth," I begged. "Please!"

Of course, Sean agreed and, so, for the second time that night I was on my knees servicing him. He got hard enough for it to look good for the camera. And my moans of pleasure at feeling his cock piston in and out of my mouth would emphasize his prowess.

It took a bit longer than usual but, really, I'm pretty good at this and I brought Sean to a second orgasm taking the first few spurts in my mouth and, then, aiming the rest to splatter my face with his spunk.

When he'd emptied his balls, I looked up at him and said, "Thank you. That was terrific."

Sean sat back on the bed while I got dressed. As I began to pull on my panties, Sean stopped me.

"Don't," he said. "Leave those here."

I started to protest but then, smiled and said, "Sure." The idea was to make our viewers think that I first worried about what Willie might say and, then, decided that I didn't really care. What mattered was pleasing Sean.

When I was dressed, Sean and I kissed at the doorway and he asked, "When are we going to do this again?"

"Soon," I replied. "Very soon, I hope."

After Jeff edited and posted the videos of my first infidelity and added some rave reviews from fake accounts he had, our viewership spiked. We were still a long way from making the kind of money that would allow us to dig ourselves out of the deep hole we were in with the farm, but things were going in the right direction.

One of the videos we made of me "cuckolding" Willie had an especially memorable moment. It was after we'd portrayed Willie as a completely defeated and submissive cuckold who would, pathetically, insist on going down on me when I got home from a date with Sean to reclaim his wife by cleaning her lover's cum out of her cunt.

This one time that I came home, things went differently. Willie was, as usual, lying on the bed, waiting to do his duty. But I didn't undress and get into bed. Instead, I told him to sit on the bottom of the bed. He did, of course. And then, standing above him, I began the new scene Jeff had planned.

"You know, Willie," I began, "how whenever I come home from a date, you want to clean me up--to lick Sean's cum from my cunt?" Willie had heard Sean's name before a few times. Usually I just said 'my date' or 'my lover'. But I thought that, given the direction of things tonight, it called for a more personalized approach.

Willie winced to hear the words spoken out loud, but he nodded.

"Well I told Sean that."

Now Willie looked appalled and pained. "No!" he protested. "How could you?"

"Well, it just sort of came up. And once I let the cat out of the bag, he asked me lots of questions about it. So we wound up talking about it a lot."

"Jesus!"

"Well, in any case, what's done is done, Willie. I can't undo it." Willie looked resigned and I went on. "So, anyway, Sean had an idea for us to try tonight."

Now Willie looked nervous. But, not knowing the plan, he didn't have anything to say.

I grabbed my purse from the dresser where I'd set it down and, opening it, pulled out a condom filled with a ridiculous amount of "cum". I put that in scare quotes because this wasn't really cum but some fake stuff that we'd cooked up in the kitchen. It looked real enough, though, except for the quantity. I'd put about a quarter of a cup in the condom.

Willie's eyes widened and, again, He said, "No!"

"Now don't be like that, Willie," I said in a pleasant but commanding voice. "You've been eating Sean's cum for weeks now. Sean thinks you should have a taste of it straight."

"No!" Willie was (apparently) digging in his heels--acting as if he'd suddenly found a spine. But the script called for that to be temporary only.

"Come on, Willie. Don't be that way. It's no big deal and Sean really wants you to do it. In fact, he said I should take a video of you sucking his cum from the rubber and send it to him."

"Why would you do that?" Willie asked. It was a fine question, of course, but it seemed as if he'd moved on from the "I won't do that" position to the "don't send the video to Sean" position.

"Willie, you know why I'd do that--why I

will

do it," I said. "Because it's what Sean wants.

Willie was silent and, I figured, silence equals consent.

I untied the top of the condom and pulled out my phone to begin recording. I handed the "spunk" filled condom to Willie and started recording. Not surprisingly, he needed some encouragement to get started.

"It's okay. It's no big deal, Willie. Just hold it up over your mouth and empty it onto your tongue."

His hands shaking, he did as I instructed. I was really recording this on my phone, of course. It would be great material to add to our video. We could include exactly what Crystal sent to Sean--cinema verite.

It took Willie multiple gulps to swallow Sean's "cum". He distorted his face in apparent disgust as he did this. The fake cum didn't taste bad at all. But Jeff wanted this to be convincing.

Finally, when Willie thought he was finished, I used one hand to squeeze out the last drops of the cum onto Willie's face. He started to wipe them off but I stopped him. I kissed him and, then, sucked up each drop of Sean's "cum" from Willie's face and pressed it into Willie's mouth.

"There, now," I said soothingly when we were finished. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Willie clearly thought it was so I added, to underscore what was important, "and I know Sean's going to love seeing this."

[To be continued in chapter 3. And, as always, comments are welcome. -Cyanlot]