I worked through the day, into the late afternoon. The senior members of my technical team and I got the job done and a major crisis was averted. The production line in China could resume work in a few hours.
I was, of course, very agitated all day. It was so difficult to keep my mind on the work. At home, I'd left Anna, my lovely Anna, in the hands of Uncle Jack -- a sexually aggressive bully and egotist with a cock like a horse. She was willing, of course, she had told me she wanted Jack to fuck her... but I felt that I had abandoned her, left her to the wolf. Of course I had to work, it was a crisis. But what was really more important, my work or my wife? I was leaving my wife to be fucked by another, superior, man. I couldn't get away from the. Nothing would be the same again.
So many times, my mind wandered, imagining what they were doing. At times I felt sick with anxiety and jealousy. A raw fear, a kind of panic, welled up again and again. Was I losing my wife to Jack? What would happen to us? Would she leave me? Would she want me again? Would her beautiful cunt, the centre of her womanhood, be too stretched to feel me? Of course, I was deeply, enormously excited too. I barely lost my little, steely, dripping erection all day. Showing my boy's penis to Jack had been degrading, embarrassing. But knowing my wife was in my home with Jack -- that they were fucking, becoming lovers, and that I had consented this - was mortifying humiliation of a different order. It was deeper, more shameful. I was giving up what made me a man, I was being cuckolded, allowing another man to have my wife. A former me was disappearing -- the husband, the head of the household.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I got another text from Anna. I excused myself and shut myself in my office. My hands shook as I opened the message. A text read: "You've got mail, with love Anna and Uncle Jack." In my inbox, on my computer, a video clip awaited me.
The shaky picture showed Anna's breasts in close-up. The beautiful pale mounds shook violently and in rhythm. The nipples were deep pink and erect, the areola almost brown. Anna was making a repetitive high sound -- part grunt, part yelp, almost a bark. It was an amazing sound, somewhere between deep joy and pain. It took me a second to work out what was happening. The realisation, hit me with a sudden rush, taking my breath away.
Uncle Jack was pounding into Anna slowly and powerfully. He was actually fucking my wife. The camera, surely our home video camera, zoomed out a little. The picture showed all of Anna's top half. Her taut stomach, twisted and strained to cushion the impact of the bone-juddering thrusts, her heavy breasts shuddered, under them her ribcage heaved to draw in enough air. Her long neck was tense, her head twisted to the side and thrown back, her beautiful, heavy-lipped mouth stretched wide open. The fringe of Anna's hair covered her eyes. She was hiding or hidden. I wanted to see her eyes so much, to see in them what Uncle Jack's huge cock was doing to her.
Jack's free hand came up and caressed her right breast. At first, he stroked gently from underneath, across the swollen nipple, until the entire tit was in his hand. Then he squeezed down hard. The flesh pressed out between the fingers, the nipple seemed to swell, to project further. Anna groaned loudly. The misshapen breast seemed to collapse, its natural shape lost. Jack's hand was a horrible clawed thing, with worn, reptilian skin, the nails rutted and slightly curved, the back of it hairy. Age always seems to show on hands. His powerful fingers were almost skeletal... Jack was like a vicious animal, assaulting my wife's beautiful body.
Anna's arms were thrown out to the side, holding onto the table edges to brace against the hammering. She was crucified on Jack's cock, lost in her own world of pleasure and pain.
The camera tilted down. It took a moment to adjust to the change of light, for the picture to reform, but there it was... his enormous cock, purple and shiny, hot looking, driving slowly in and out of Anna. It looked impossible; it looked like the fat end of a roughed-up baseball bat was battering into her mechanically. It was not human, too big, too hard, too heavy.
Jack drew back, the muscles on his hairy abdomen tensing, and threw himself forward with all his might and weight into Anna. He stayed there, grinding at her, deep inside her belly. He must have been hitting her right at the end of her cunt. Her reaction was delayed. As he thrust into her, she drew in a huge lungful of breath fast, making a whooping sound. Then, after a pause, she screamed as if she had been speared right through. Her shout of agony went on for several seconds, but trailed off into a growl, and then she was just moaning and breathing raggedly.
The camera panned up again, closing in on Anna's face until that was all I could see.
Jack's fingers held her chin and turned her face to the lens. He swept the hair from her eyes. His thumb pressed on her lips and Anna opened for it, licking it gratefully, sucking hungrily on it like puppy. He pulled his hand away, trailing the wet thumb to her breast and pulling the nipple until her breast took the shape of a cone. Anna whined again.
He was still now, resting inside Anna. Her breathing became deep and long, almost relaxed.
Anna looked straight into the camera. Her eyes were bright. She smiled a little.
"Timmy, my sweet. Your Uncle Jack has fucked me. He has made me a woman."
There was a long pause. Anna sighed, moaned, licked her lips, tried to concentrate. Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side. Jack had resumed fucking her, slowly and gently now. She gathered herself and continued in a higher voice, now, breathless, speaking quickly.
"It hurt at first... He is so deep in me, fucking huge my love. It feels completely different from you, so, so... to be filled and stretched and feel it right at the bottom... It's beautiful, Timmy... his cock is beautiful... he is beautiful... I'm his slut now, Timmy."
Then Jack started to pick up the pace, to beat into her harder and faster. She grunted and groaned, reached her arms up to him. She started to yelp again.
"Come home soon... I want you here, with us... come home, Timmy," she shouted.
In the background Uncle Jack laughed. The clip ended.
In a rush, I pulled my trousers and underwear down, I stroked my little penis hard six of seven times and came heavily on the carpet under my desk.
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I got home at about six in the evening. The house was quiet, and I stood inside the door for a few seconds to try to make out where Anna and Uncle Jack were. I heard nothing. There was a light on in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I heard Uncle Jack whistling some happy tune. He was standing at the counter, his back towards me, making sandwiches.
He was completely naked, the back of his short powerful body on display. His big feet were planted apart and splayed a little. From across the room, I could see the broken, dry skin on his feet and ankles, and his hooked, gray toe nails. Rising for slim ankles, the muscles on his calves bulged, defined and sinewy, like an old cyclist. The skin was blotchy with moles and blood spots. Blue veins seemed to want to burst through in places. His broad buttocks were powerful and nicely formed, but the skin sagged, leaving thin folds at the bottom, where the cheeks met the top of his thighs. His back too was strong, fanning into heavy, barging shoulders. From top to bottom, he was covered in a thin layer of wiry hair, mostly gray now. He combined ugliness and power, vigour and decay. You could see the age, the wear and tear of the years, but also the muscularity and coiled-up, low-slung brawn. The combination, or the contrast, was intoxicating. Is that what had got to Anna? Yes. That and his cock.
"Timmy, you're back!"
I nearly jumped. I was lost in thought, and hadn't notice him turn towards the fridge.
I didn't immediately reply. My attention was captured entirely by his heavy cock, swinging a little as he walked to the fridge. It was about a foot long, nearly to his knees. Its thickness varied along its length, and it looked rough to the touch -- the skin was blotchy and the tissue under the skin was uneven. The head was tinged a darker pink. It looked sore from fucking. His white pubes were a mess -- matted and sparse in places.
Uncle Jack stood there to let me stare. I was feasting my eyes on his cock for the second time today. I was breathless, so excited. Again, the shame and fear flooded through me.
