Bad Wife Ch 02

Wednesday 12:49 am

He stared at the TV screen, jaw on the floor as his wife cursed at him from the screen, two different men fucking her at the same time. There had been no warning, no words and now, no reaction save for the raging hard on in his pants.

What he watched made him feel murderous, so livid he could not move and yet so ashamed he wanted to hide himself forever.

He heard the front door open and blinked, quickly turning the TV off. Tammy had never stayed out so late and he knew he should have been worried but wasn't. In fact, he was so horny just the brief graze against the back of the sofa nearly set him off.

"Tammy?" he called, his voice cold and full of anger that hid his arousal. There was no answer save for a soft giggle and gentle moan that made him frown. He climbed over the back of the couch and walked out to the foyer.

Tammy stood there against the door, slinky black dress hiked up to her waist, her foot propped up on the side table while some guy licked her wet pussy. She was wearing stilettos like she was some common whore, her hair tangled and messed from its pristine updo and four scathing purple marks coming up on her neck.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" John roared, the arousal still there but the anger overwhelming all logic. Was this some kind of sick joke??

"Hi baby," she moaned, feeling herself up while the man shoved his tongue deep inside of her. "Get my present?"

"Your... present?? Is this your idea of a game, Tammy??" he inquired, the fury rising. He could smell the sex on her, see the evidence of it running down her thighs – she wasn't wearing any hoes and it glistened off her smooth legs.

"You don't like seeing me so hot?" she whimpered. "You don't want me to be happy? To be fucked good and hard?"

He had no answer for her, shocked speechless by her words, by what he was watching, by his painfully aching cock.

"Take your clothes off," she moaned, looking at him through half-lidded eyes while the man on the ground ate her out.

"W-what?" he stuttered, taking a step back as the look in her eyes changed from a sultry tease to a dominant command.

"Now, Johnathan!" she barked, using his full name. He blinked but complied, too confused and shocked to argue. His hands fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, the belt on his pants as he undressed, kicking his clothes away so that he stood in his socks only, his cock as hard and straight as a goal post.

"I knew it," she giggled, biting her lower lip as she started to rise to climax. "Tom stop!"

He did and now John recognized the man from the last video tape.

"Fuck me," she said to the man called Tom – a tall tanned son of a bitch that looked like he spent all his time in the sun.

"Is this what you want to see, John? You like watching me get

fucked

by real men, don't you?" she asked as she was shoved against the wall of the foyer like some common whore, Tom entering her wet sloppy pussy from behind. "This is what you'll get when you're a good boy, Johnathan, you'll get to watch it all happen live and in person. Start stroking it."

Again he could only blink at her, his mouth on the floor as he watched his beautiful wife, the mother of his children, be fucked in front of him by a stranger. He could tell how much she was loving it, how hot she was getting by being slammed against the wall while being rammed from behind by Tom's gigantic cock.

"Stroke it John! You won't get to touch this ever again!" she shouted, making his hand instantly go to his raging hard on, stroking it as she had commanded. God how he loved her for that, and yet he hated her for it too. It was so humiliating!

"Ungh! FUCK!! Harder Thomas, Harder!!" she yelled and he complied, forcing her to the floor so that she was on her hands and knees while he took her from behind, his strong hands bruising her ass as he used it for leverage. John stroked himself all the harder, a flush of red rising in his cheeks as he let out a moan of pure pleasure.

"Yes baby, enjoy it! Love it!" she shouted to him. "Mmm... come lick my clit, John, I want to feel your tongue baby!"

He went to her instantly, scooting beneath her so that he watched Tom's cock ramming her deliciously luscious pussy. His tongue found her clit, tasted the other man on her and he nearly came on the spot. She screeched from the sensation, making John jerk off even harder.

"Cum!" she shouted. "Both of you right now!! Cum!!"

Tom didn't hesitate having held it back now since he had slammed her against the wall. He loved how horny this woman was and didn't care that she was married. He shot his seed inside of her again and again, filling her until it leaked out over her sloppy wet lips and into her husband's mouth while he licked her.

John came hard too, his cum shooting up into Tammy's face and hair. He tasted Tom's cum, felt it run into his mouth and jerked again, twitching with another small orgasm that left him drained and limp.

He had never cum so hard in his life. It was amazing and all the anger he had felt at his cheating, whoring wife was gone. She rolled to the floor, panting and fucked good, too weak to support herself anymore. Her tits heaved with each breath she took and she had never looked so beautiful to him.

"Boys," she said after a moment of peace. "You've made a mess – clean me up."

Both of them glanced at each other, Tom grinning as he crawled over to Tammy and beginning licking her face, combing his fingers through her hair. John watched for only a mere moment before grinning himself, moving to his wife, burying his head between her legs as he accepted his new roll in her life.