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4.
Rick watched in silence. Before his eyes ran pictures seen only a few hours before. His sweet wife that had turned to a stranger, able to come thanks to the fingers of another, begging him to make her come. Worse, she'd allowed Dan something that her husband,the love of his life, had always been denied: cum on her face and in her mouth. Incredibly, she'd continued by swallowing all that sperm.
Tamara felt guilty. She knew she had crossed the limits that they had agreed on and it was all too clear that Rick felt betrayed. Still, she knew that it wasn't all her fault. She was only in this absurd situation because of her husband, because she loved him and wanted to help. After all, he had started all this. But he just looked at her without speaking. Although it had all been his idea, she felt a deep sense of shame for what she had done.
"Why did you let him do such a thing?"
"I... I... I know that we had decided to go slower. It really took me by surprise that he would just touch me like that... I'm sorry, love, really, but I..."
"No!" he yelled, sounding very angry. And he was angry. Not just at her, but at himself for ever starting all this!
"I'm not referring to that."
Tamara looked at him, at first without understanding. When she finally realized what he meant, her face blanched.
"I-I didn't want to, not really, you know... you know how much as I hate doing that... it sucks... I consider it something so... so degrading..."
"Oh sure, so degrading you allow another man to do it, huh? " Rick spat out angrily. "To let that asshole jerk his cock off in front of your open mouth, splashing his splooge in your mouth... swallowing it, in the end!", he said, choking back the tears. Now he looked more sad and sorry than angry.
"I'm so sorry, love, really, I lost control ..."
He looked at her for a moment, feeling anger, jealousy, sense of guilt knowing that part of this was due to his problems, but also, inexplicably, a shiver of excitement.
"Next time we make love... I want you to do that to me."
"N-no... I can't... I will not... I'm your wife, not some dirty whore..."
"And I am your husband. Everything that you give to another man, you have to allow me to do as well. Promise me!"
The voice of her husband was shaking.
"I... I..."
At that moment Tamara's phone went off. The wife took it out and read the message. Of course, it was Dan.
-Thinking about my cum on your face is making me hard again sweetie.-
Tamara shivered. That man was an horrible person. But he had really known how to take control.
"It's Dan, right?"
"Yes. He showed me some appreciation..."
There was a moment of silence full of unspoken thoughts.
Eventually Rick spoke.
"It worked. I... I got an hard-on."
He didn't mention that he had masturbated watching her lover finger-fucking her sweet box.
"I'm glad! Love, you know I'm doing this thing for you, right?"
He stared at her with less rancor.
"Yes Tam, I know. Excuse me, I-I just need to work out all that's going on."
"I love you Rick. And that you must never, never forget, no matter what happens, you promise me?" she whispered, putting her hands over his face, stroking gently.
"I know, honey, I know."
"Do you want to go on?"
"Y-yes..." There was a tremor in his voice. "But I want you to be more careful in the future. Above all, whatever happens with Dan next time, I want to be there, do you understand?" And he wanted it to happen in the room with cameras,so he could see everything.
Tamara saw excitement and fear in equal measure in the eyes of her husband. He was afraid that the situation could get out of his control. He was afraid of losing her. She gave him the sweetest and reassuring smile that could.
"I promise you, my love."
5.
The next few days at work were difficult. The whole time, Tamara felt embarrassed. She believed that anyone who looked at her would sense something. It wouldn't do to have people know how the once sweet and innocent wife had turned into a dirty slut. It didn't help anything that Dan frequently gave her mischievous smiles. So far, she had tried to avoid direct contact or even to be alone in the same room with him . At the end of a stressful week, Dan called her into his office just after the start of the lunch break. When she entered the office, his secretary had already gone to eat. A chill went through her as she knocked on the Dan's door. He told her to come on in.
"Hello Dan!" she said with forced brightness.
"You're beautiful as always Tamara," he said, greeting her with a smug smirk. She was wearing a white blouse, a black skirt and a pair of red Jimmy Chos that made her look really sexy.
"Thank you Dan... but please, we're in the office! Try to remain professional at work." He looked at her for a second, and the mocking smile disappeared. Looking seriously displeased, he got up. And without saying another word he undid his pants, causing them to fall to the ground. That swollen cock sprang out, hitting him in the stomach. He took it in his hand, squeezing the cockhead swollen and red, that same head that had so impressed her the first time she had seen it. Tamara stifled a cry of surprise and disbelief. Dan began to stroke openly, slowly, and the young wife saw the cockhead swelling even more. It was hard and thick... just like she remembered.
"Put that thing away!"
"We have a problem here, honey. See, ever since that day I can hardly concentrate on work. I keep thinking of you, your body, your pussy so tight and blonde, and I have a hard-on constantly. It's a really torture. And it's all your fault!"
"My fault? You're crazy!"
"Yes, it's your fault. Don't you understand that it hurts me to see you every day, feeling excited as I've ever been in my life and not being able to do anything about it? My work is suffering, and now you have to help me."
"No... no, you're crazy. I'm a married woman. Anyway, I couldn't do anything like that here at work!"
Dan smiled to himself. He'd feared that the young wife would reject him after what he'd done, maybe torn by guilt. Instead, despite the way he'd humiliated her, she wasn't objecting to the idea. She was simply saying that she could not do anything about it at work, for fear that someone would see them together. He was beginning to be infatuated with the lovely girl.
"But you see, baby, I have a problem right now. In ten minutes I meet the CEO, Mr. Miller and I just couldn't concentrate in this state. Don't you see how hard it is?"
Looking down, Tamara saw the drooling cockhead, all wet with pre-cum, trembling in his hand. The situation was absurd, yet she felt trapped. Dan was a hateful man, and he was trying to force her to do something she didn't want. Yet she felt the excitement growing inside her.
"Wh-what do you want from me?"
"We don't have much time and I need to get my rocks off. I want you to kneel down here, in front of me, and suck it until I come."
He said it with a confidence and strength in his voice that startled her. A part of her, inexplicably, wanted to do it. But conscience screamed not to do anything stupid. Hadn't she promised Rick that she wouldn't do anything unless he were there? For whatever reason, he wanted to somehow be a participant. If she did anything here, in the office, it would be a betrayal. And she didn't want to betray her love.
"No... I won't! I can't... not here!"
When she realized that she had used the words 'not here', she cursed under her breath. It was like she had already accepted that she would be draining his nuts again. And of course, he would push for more the second time around.
"But baby, I need your help. And, you know, we don't have much time."
He simply wouldn't take no for an answer. As he shook his meat at her, she tried to look at him with a resolve she hadn't displayed last time. Rick certainly wouldn't like this... she needed to take a little control. Staring into his eyes, she walked over to Dan, putting her hand on the one he had around his hard cock.
