CHAPTER 5
When Tyler got home he found Tanya on the couch wearing sweat pants and a baggy shirt, arms wrapped around her legs, looking terrible. His cell phone was next to her, as was hers. On the dining room table her laptop was open, though the screen had timed out. She saw him, looked down, and he realized she was crying. He moved to hold her and she pulled away.
As softly as he could, he just said, "No." As she looked at him he wiped a tear from her cheek. "No what?" she said hoarsely. He put his arm around her again. "No, you are not pulling away from me. Right now, you look like you need to be held, and as far as I know, I'm still your husband." She looked at the blank space on her left hand. "I know," he said. "I noticed this morning. We'll deal with that later. Besides, now we match." He had said it with a brighter tone, but now she really broke down and cried, and he held her, for a half hour.
When she finally stopped he got up and said, "We need some dinner." As he started toward the kitchen she called out, "No, I need to show you something." He turned and looked back at her. "Honey, have you had anything to eat today?" She shook her head. "Not hungry." "I can see that, and that is why you are going to eat. Just one question, do you want Tyler making dinner, or Diana?" She looked up. "How can you even talk about Diana with what you know now?" He smiled. "For one thing, because I'm getting kind of used to her now, I mean, as far as being dressed up and all. And for another thing, I don't know what you need and I'm going to be as flexible as I can to try to meet your need."
As he walked into the kitchen and pans began banging, she shook her head, wondering how she got such an amazing husband and how she had messed things up so much. "Diana," she called. "Back in 10 minutes. Makeup takes time," he called back.
The ate together, talking only a little. Diana was wearing a conservative summer dress with low heels, and Tanya was wondering when that was ordered. She had been so focused on her own orders that she hadn't paid attention to anything else. As dinner ended, she couldn't take the tension any more. "How can you sit there so calm after finding out everything?"
He put down his glass and took a moment to get his thoughts together. "When Kyle had you pinned to your SUV and was groping you, I knew you were thinking about the cuckold scene and it really pissed me off. I just wanted to wear some women's clothes now and then, and you were contemplating having some guy fuck you in front of me just to humiliate me. Uh uh, no talking yet, it's my turn. Then I saw your eyes. He thought he had exactly what you were thinking about, a woman who wanted to cuck her husband. Your eyes were saying it was a fun game. I knew you were leaning toward the full cuck scene, and when you think about it that much, it tends to happen sooner or later. That was when I realized you were over your head. You wanted it, but didn't want it at the same time, and somebody was going to force you to tip. It hurt like hell to watch you playing, but I thought about it hard. I knew you were always going to come home to me, even if it was with another man. So I needed to try to protect you. They just made sure I couldn't do that, that you had nobody around to help you resist. You agreed to everything, yes, but you were set up."
Tanya looked down. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
"No, it isn't all your fault. I mean, I'm not sure what a woman does when she finds her husband wearing her clothes. I knew from the start that calling Ellie was not a good idea, but you held all the high cards and wouldn't listen to my complaints. I don't even mind that. I don't mind you force feeding me dildos or playing around or wearing dresses or clubbing or any of that." He paused. "Well, maybe a little." She laughed and he smiled. "But we have a problem now and it will probably get messier before we can make it better."
As if on cue, her cell phone went off with her sister's ringtone. Tanya answered, "Hey Ellie, what torture for me do you have now?" "No, we can't do that." Ellie, I don't care if you have to change things, I had reservations made a week ago for us to get away on a weekend vacation and I'll lose over a thousand dollars if I cancel now. I can't do that." "Go ahead and post the damn videos, we're taking that vacation." "Oh, ok, great, we'll enjoy it and I owe you, sure." "What do you mean, tonight?" "Check the blog? Oh shit, now what did you do?" "Life of its own, yeah, right." "No, I was going to share it after dinner and we're just finishing up." "Of course, so we would be doing this anyway. Yeah, I'll call you back in a bit." "Ok, in 10 minutes."
Diana looked across the table. "I guess it's time to open up. I knew you were doing something. You changed passwords and PINs after 4 years of sharing. That was a pretty heavy hint."
She got her computer and started it. They looked together as she opened the blog and scrolled to Kyle's post. It had blown up. There were dozens of requests for more pictures, many of them wanting to see the pretty lips covered with cum. She scrolled quickly past the pic she had seen earlier. Some people had posted pictures of their experiences, but then she saw another one of her. "Oh ... my .... god," she whispered. Kyle had captioned it, "Ready for the main course" and it showed her kneeling, hands back, head turned to the side, tongue out, cock just an inch from her lips. Her eyes and the top of her head were blurred, but if somebody saw this who knew her, she was easily identified by her nose, mouth, and the earring that showed. A little later was a zoomed in shot with the caption "Spread and hungry for more" as his cock was sliding into her pussy with her sitting at the edge of the couch. The one that made her run to the bathroom again was captioned, "Give me the ring, you aren't married any more" with her putting something into his hand while he stands naked, cock only slightly flaccid, next to her. Diana closed the blog, and put the computer to sleep.
Tanya was going to be busy. He could hear her throwing up, so he picked up the phone and called Ellie back. "Hey baby sis, did you see the posts? You're a star." "It's me, Ellie," Tyler decided to use his normal voice. "Tanya is in the bathroom throwing up." "Really? Wow, she didn't throw up when Kyle pushed 8 inches into her throat. What did you give her for dinner?" "We get the point, Ellie, so what's going on?"
Ellie was enjoying this and it came through in her voice. "I had set up for you guys to have a weekend at Brad's place, but Tanya is begging to be able to spend a weekend away with you. I have no idea why and if I have my way you'll be taking a long vacation alone some time in the next few months. But if I have to change my plans, now that people have been told, I'm going to get some compensation out of it. First, we're going to release 5 more pictures from last night. One of them will have Tanya's whole face blurred, but if somebody is clever, they can clear it all up. And it won't be just a glancing view, anybody who knows her will recognize her."
"That isn't very fair. Why humiliate her? She could lose her job over something like that."
"Because she insisted on marrying you," Ellie snarled. "And speaking of you, we have a blog post in mind for you. Of course, as Diana you will be a little harder to recognize, so I will suggest you do a really good job with the makeup. We had this planned anyway."
"We is ... you and Kyle?"
"Sort of. Kyle has a friend. I'm just a person with certain skills, and I have another friend. You probably remember Maggie. Maybe you even remember how she tastes." She paused, but there was no response from Tyler. "Tonight, park as if you're going to the "Sunset" again, on Oak, near where she parked last night. Bring the leash and handcuffs. Both of you arrive in red dresses, bra, panties, stockings, you know what we want. I will be there, as will Kyle. His friend and Maggie will be waiting at Kyle's place. You two are going to act like this is something you always wanted, it's a dream come true. No forcing, no hesitating, just very normal for you. I'll just say, the better you behave, the less pictures will be posted. So, I'll see you both at 8. Don't be late." And the call ended.
Tanya was standing in the doorway looking terrible. Tyler looked at the clock. It was already 6. "You aren't going to like it," he said before giving her the instructions. A minute later she was back at the toilet.
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