My Husbands New Owner

I felt so sorry for my poor, darling husband. He spent five years working for a pig of a man who underpaid him and never gave him any credit for any of his good work. That was when I convinced Greg to go out on his own and setup his own business. Only it took much more effort than it seemed it should and now Greg has to work most evenings. I'd be worried, except this in a one man show so there isn't anyone with him when he works late.

That is why I called his brother to take Greg fishing this morning. It was something they did regularly before Greg started his own business but lately Greg hasn't had time. I was sneaky too and didn't tell Greg because I knew what he was like, he would find an excuse not to go and to go into work instead. But it was Satrurday and he needed some time off too.

Ben arrived and I woke Greg. My husband wasn't happy, but he gathered his gear and they left. I hoped that he would be cheered up by the time he returned.

Not long after they left, I heard a strange sound coming from the bedroom. I was Greg's phone. He had left it plugged into the charger. I thought about calling Ben, but I thought if they came back, Greg might worm his way out of going. He could do without the distraction for one day, surely.

Then his phone pinged again. I picked it up and looked at it. He had set it to ping when one of his contacts tried to reach him. I wandered who could be so important. I assumed it was one of his new customers. I felt a little guilty now for sending him away and I wondered if there was something I could do so I opened Greg's phone and read the message.

At first I thought it was some sort of sick joke. But, if it was a joke it wasn't a very funny one. Someone was demanding that Greg come and meet them. When the first request, or demand, wasn't replied too, they made a second demand, this one even more demanding and abusive.

I thought I'd just turn the phone off and ignore it now. After all, if one of Greg's clients was going to act is if they owned poor Greg, surely he didn't need them as a client.

I was just about to release my hold on the phone when that strange ping sounded again. I should have ignored it, but I read the new message.

I'm horny as fuck and I want my new cum-slut...now!

Suddenly I hoped this was a joke because if it wasn't, what did it all mean? It seemed to be suggesting that there was some man who Greg was having sex with. But that couldn't be right, could it?

I typed in,

Sorry, but I'm tied up this morning.

Then I waited to see what they would send back.

Is it your bitch wife again?

Again? Fuck him! Did Greg use me as an excuse to not meet his over-demanding lover?

Yeah, the bitch has me helping her this morning with something.

My hands shook with rage and disappointment as I waited to see if Greg would receive a response to that.

You know this will cause you to be punished the next time!

Punished? What the hell did that mean?

Punished? This isn't my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame my bitch wife!

I had no idea why I was trying to defend Greg to this person. I suppose it is just a wife's instinct to try and protect her husband, no matter what.

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Listen to me, cum-slut. When you contacted me, you promised to be on call. I'm horny and I need someone to suck my cock. That someone should be you. So, your balls are going to be sore for a week after I'm done with them.

It was all so ridiculous that I giggled. I mean, who calls someone, cum-slut. I looked at Greg's contact listing to see what he called this person. MNO. What did that mean? I had no idea.

Then an idea struck me. I typed in,

I'll be a good little cock-sucker, I promise, if you don't hurt my balls.

By now I didn't care what happened to Greg's balls. I just wanted to see what the man would say.

It's too late. Besides, I thought you were starting to enjoy your punishments. If you aren't, maybe I'll have to punish your balls more regularly so that you do.

I smirked as I wrote,

I'd love that.

That will teach my husband for this. Here I was, thinking that he was working his fingers to the bone, and he was out serving some guy's cock. And by the sound of it, Greg was the one who approached this man and asked if he could be his

cum-slut

and offered to be on call. What sort of man offers to be, what, an on demand sex-toy, and for another men no less. How could my darling husband do this to me? It was no wonder he spent so much time at work. He needed to catch up on all the time he missed, sucking his guy's cock!

'Ping.' I looked at the phone I still held in my hand. My had was shaking with the rage I felt and I had to steady it to read the next message.

I think it is time we moved to ass-fucking too! I know that wasn't part of our arrangement, but you owe me for this, you weak piece of shit. Why can't you tell your bitch wife to go fuck herself and get over here and suck my cock!

This was long past funny and I wanted this to stop now. But then a thought came to me and I scrolled back, though his past messages. As I read them, I wondered if Greg was lazy, stupid, both or just didn't care. Why didn't he delete these messages as he went. Why would he leave them for me to find? Why would he allow me to read all this filth? Why would he allow me to read messages he sent to his lover, a man, begging to be allowed to suck his cock and swallow his cum. How could he allow me to ready how this stranger tormented and teased my husband by at times denying Greg his cock and at other times by demanding to be serviced anything up to three and four times in the one day. And through it all, Greg lied to me continuously. I might have forgiven him cheating on me with a woman.

Probably not!

But a man? And by reading between the lines, a much older man. Now that I think if it, this man sounded much like Greg's old boss, Terrence Griffin. He was older, and a hardnosed damanding prick. Was that why Greg worked for him for so long, while being underpaid and over worked. Did he have the hots for Terrence? Did Terrence make Greg suck his cock for him?

'Ping'

'Fuck me, what now?' I said out load as I stared down at Greg's phone. 'Why won't you leave me the fuck alone?'

And I want those photos you promised me, slut-boy. I've had enough of your excuses. Get the bitch naked and snap a few shots and send them to me or I won't be contacting you again!

It looked like Greg had just lost his regular cock-suck, because there is no way I'm allowing my husband to take nude photos of me and to send them to his cock-master.'

I grinned as I typed in,

Why don't you blow me instead, you faggot fuck!

My finger hovered over the send button, but I didn't press it. Then I slowly deleted it. I sent instead,

What will you do with them?

What do you care, cum-slut? I own you and don't you forget it. Send me the fucking phots and make them fucking raunchy. I don't want any more placid half-blurry shots of your bitch wife in the shower. If you want to ever suck my cock again, I want shots of the bitch touching her tits and fingering herself.

Strangely a tingling sensation rippled through my pussy as I read the last message. There was so much to unpack in it I slowly reread it. For starters, he claimed he now owned Greg. Greg's contact listing for this prick was for MNO. My new owner! Did my husband consider himself owned by this man?

Secondly, they must have previously discussed the subject of Greg sending naked photos of me to his owner. Two weeks ago Greg tried to make a joke of taking out his phone and snapping me, while I was in the shower. When I got mad at him, he told me, he swore to me, he had deleted the photo. But the didn't. He sent it to this man who thought he owned Greg. And maybe he did. If he could make my husband snap nude phots of me and send them to him. I mean, what sort of husband does that?

And lastly, why the fuck was my pussy tingling at the thought of this man being sent photos of me as I played with myself!

I couldn't believe I was sending this message.

How many photos will it take for you to allow me the honour of sucking your beautiful cock, sir?

I want five and they had all better be good quality and raunchy as hell!

'Fuck this!' I said as I threw Greg's phone on the bed. What I should do is smash the fucking thing. What I did was to slowly undress. I showered even thought I had only showered two hours earlier. But I felt unclean after reading all this smutty shit. I scrubbed my body before looking for Greg's razor. I have always had quite bushy pubic hair. I trimmed it back a little for our honeymoon, that was six years ago now, but continuing to shape my muff seemed far too much hard work to keep it up, so I allowed it to grow back, wild and bushy. Greg never complained. Today I didn't feel like having a hairy pussy. Today I wanted a totally different look. Today I wanted to look like a porn-star, so I lathered up my pussy and shaved it smooth. Greg's razor was in a right state by the time I'd finished. Thick pubes were stuck all over it but what did I care?

I dried myself off and found my old camera and the tripod. I mounted the camera on the tripod and aimed it at the middle of the bed. Then I set the timer for twenty seconds and the shot selector to take a shot every thirty seconds.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt, with my knees wide apart and smiled at the camera. As the flashing red light sped up, to indicate the first shot was about to be taken, I dipped one hand between legs and stroked my freshly shaved pussy. With the other hand I tweaked one of my nipples. Every thirty seconds the camera took a fresh photo of me. I did my best to look sultry in some and wildly excited in others. I even dipped my head submissively as though obeying some unwelcome command from Greg to perform for his new owner.

As the camera clicked away, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide apart. It is hard to remember at what point my pussy got so wet, but it was dripping now as I jammed two fingers into my myself and squeezed my tits with the other hand. I blew the camera a kiss. I formed a circle my lips as though imitating sucking a cock.

I rolled over and aimed my anus and the slit between my pussy lips back at the camera. I let it take a couple of shots like that before fingering myself for the next few shots. I fingered my pussy while I tickled my asshole with my thumb. It shouldn't be, but this was making me so hot!

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and shifted my hand from between my legs and wrapped both hands around my buttocks. I spread myself open for the camera before sticking a finger into my asshole. I let the camera take several shots of me fingering my asshole as I tired to slide as much of my finger into my tight hole as possible.

I lay on the bed on my back and sucked on my fingers with my legs spread wide apart, giving the camera a great look at my newly shaved pussy lips.

Then I got a great idea. I raced naked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I searched in the chiller section until I found the longest, fattest cucumber and ran back to the bed. The camera was still clicking away as I dived onto the bed and jammed the cucumber deep into my pussy. I used it as a dildo as the camera clicked away. I wasn't sure if I could, but there was only one way to find out. I rolled back onto my knees and tried to stick the now juiced up cucumber up my ass. It was either to fat or my ass is too tight. Either way it didn't work, but the camera good a few good shots of me trying.

I turned back around and took a big bite of the cucumber. It had been inside my pussy and I'd tired to shove it up my ass and now I was munching on it. If that wasn't fucking raunchy, I didn't know what was!

I turned off the camera and loaded all the shots onto my laptop. Fuck, just looking at them made me so horny! I selected a dozen or so of my favourites, making a collage of the different scenarios.

I found Greg's phone and punched in the number for his new owner into my contacts for the laptop. I laughed as I typed in,

Hi cunt face, this is the bitch wife. You wanted raunchy nude photos of me but my husband was too much of a pussy to take them, so I did. I'm sending them too you as an act of goodwill.

You want to own my cock-sucking, pathetic husband, you are welcome to him. All I ask is that you really, truly bust his balls for me. Oh, and I'd love a few snaps of what you do to his balls.

If you keep this just between us two, I won't try and stop my husband servicing your cock anytime you call for him.

Oh, and I agree, I think it is well past time he bent over for you and allowed you to fuck him in the ass, like the whipped, little sissy-boy he wants to be!

PS, let me know what you think of the photos. If you really do like them, maybe I'll take some more for you another time!

The Bitch Wife.

I added the best dozen or so photos and sent them.

I had no idea what he would do with them. He might sell them, use them as bait to lure in fresh meat or upload them to the net or just wank off over them. I didn't care. I had plans for Greg and I needed this man talking to me. I wanted him to need something from me, even if it was only more dirty photos. I had ideas I wanted to share with him about the things he might make my husband do for him in the future. But that could wait. I had other ideas too.

I looked through Greg's phone until I found the number for his old boss, Terrence Griffin. I punched the number into my phone under the contact listing of, MNL. My new lover.

Hi, Terence, I hope you remember me, it is Jackie, Greg's wife. I would like to invite you over for dinner tonight. I know it is terribly short notice, but I really would like you to join us?

Please send back your reply.

I waited. It didn't take long.

I'd rather chew on broken glass than eat dinner with that snake husband of yours!

I smiled. Great, he still hated Greg of going out on his own and taking half of Terrence's customers with him.

Please, come for me. I'll be your desert!

I loaded the dozen photos I'd sent to Greg's owner and sent them to Terrence.

I waited. It didn't take long.

I'll be there at seven!

I laughed as I typed.

Great, I'm already wet just thinking about your cock!

Terrence didn't really appeal to me in the slightest but if I was going to make Greg my cuckold, his old boss seemed a great place to start. I could always find men who were more appealing to me later. I might even send Grag out to find some for me, just to piss him off. Oh yes, his life had just changed. I sincerely hoped he enjoyed his fishing trip with his brother, because I planned to make his life hell from now on.