Anything For Her

I hardly had time to reflect on the feelings of betrayal I felt when Janice's prediction came true and things got a whole lot worse for me fast. Janice approached Chris, and without any compunction at all she kissed him square on the mouth, gently and slowly. She did it like they'd done it a hundred times before. Then she turned to me and she said, "Honey, I have a confession." Chris smirked behind her.

"I've known Chris for a while now," she continued. "About a month now I guess. It was that night 'someone' from your office came over to drop some work for you. I never told you before, but it was Chris. Chris invited me out to lunch and what can I say? I accepted!"

My mind was reeling. Janice worked maybe 15 minutes from my office, and we almost always got together for lunch, but lately — maybe for about a month or so now that I thought about it — she became increasingly "too busy" to meet me for lunch.

"I can tell by the look on your face," she said, trying to suppress a smile I thought, "that you can guess what's been going on. I like Chris a lot, and I've been seeing him." She paused, and added with a roll of her hand and some impatience, "And yes, of course, I've been sleeping with him. No, I don't love him, but yes he does turn me on tremendously! I've sort of become addicted to his dick!" With that, she reached back and gave his ass a little squeeze.

I was dying. The humiliation at the hands of my rival seemed too intense to bear. I couldn't believe my wife was telling me she was addicted to some other guy's dick — the guy I hated the most, and was actually proud to announce it to me right in front of him! The look of shock and pain on my face seemed to amuse Chris, and he laughed out loud. Shortly, Janice laughed too.

"So, I'm going to get your job back, Alan, but you are going to have to give a little too, I'm afraid. Chris and I are going to go back to our bedroom here for a little while, and I want you to sit out here like a good, dutiful little husband and wait. Be ready to bring us water or anything if we ask; Chris demands it," she said, smiling coyly at Chris. Then the two of them turned, and headed back down our hallway.

I was now already ripping the hair out of my head in complete despair. Somehow I couldn't imagine how my wife had summoned the balls to be so blatant. I had no idea it was in her. Then I realized that my own submissive reaction earlier had finally given her the courage to let it out. She had guessed — correctly — that she was in a position to truly dominate me. Just then I heard Chris's voice calling from down the hall, "Yo Alan, I think I could go for some of that water right now!" followed by raucous laughter from the two of them.

I was truly beaten to the core. I wasn't sure, but I suspected my wife was going to fuck Chris, practically right in front of me, even though she knew I worshipped the ground she walked on. I knew I was too in love with her then, because I knew as much as it tore me apart, I was going to have to let her do as she pleased, if I was going to keep her, and keeping her was too important to me to deny her.

In disbelief at what I was about to do, I went to the cupboard, got a glass and filled it with water. I walked down the hallway to our bedroom. The door was closed, and I felt strangely compelled to knock. Through laughter, I heard Janice call out, "Come in!"

I entered the room to find Chris shirtless on my bed, and Janice in her skirt and bra adjusting the video camera at the end of the bed so that what happened could be taped. My jaw dropped! This was too much! "Just put the water on the side table, boy," Chris said with authority. Like a zombie I shuffled over to the side table and set the glass down, all the while staring with disbelief at Janice, who simply smiled back.

"You can go now, boy," Chris chimed, and I turned to go with tears welling in my eyes.

"By the way," Janice called, "the video camera is my idea. Do be a dear and turn on the TV in the kitchen so you can watch, will you?" Her laughter was evil. I exited the room in a rush, not knowing what to do.

My beloved wife appeared to be deliberately trying to hurt me. She seemed to be getting off on it. The cruelty of it seemed so incomprehensible to me. I realized that since she took charge that afternoon, I had grown increasingly submissive and timid toward her, and that that seemed to just egg her on. It was as though I had somehow given her tacit approval to do whatever she wanted, and it had released the cruelest, darkest part of her personality. She was blatantly flaunting her infidelity to me, not merely to punish, but simply because it was sadistically fun for her to watch me suffer.

I had never known that these things existed in my wife. I became aware that my prick was totally stiff. I felt an overwhelming rush of submission to my wife come over me, and a thirst for more humiliation at her hands. She had broken me, and I was now her slave, her bitch, her plaything. Our relationship was forever altered.

I went to the kitchen, and like a dutiful husband turned on the TV and sat to watch this coup de grâce on my dignity. Pain tore through my heart as I watched my beautiful wife on the monitor, kissing another man as he groped her. I saw his hand slip into her skirt, and then remove it. Then he popped her bra off, and her breasts were exposed to my rival. He bent forward and kissed and licked her nipples. I physically cringed as he kissed his way down her belly and slipped off her underwear.

Then as I had done with rapt pleasure so many times before, he buried his face between her legs. She used a remote control for the camera to pan and zoom until the image of him eating her pussy ravenously took up the entire TV screen. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't as my mind cruelly recorded such details as seeing her clit stiffen against his nose while he drove his tongue deep inside her, the way the curls of her pubic hair danced over his cheeks, and the unmistakable groans of her increasing passion.

This went on for several minutes before they broke and moved off camera. Then I saw the camera angle and zoom change again. This time Chris was clearly using the remote as it focused on Janice's beautiful face and breasts. Janice looked at the camera with a glowing flush on her cheeks, and playfully stuck her tongue out.

Suddenly, Chris came into camera from the left, or I should say his penis did. I was not prepared for how big his cock was, and it did not even appear to be fully erect yet! My face burned as I saw Janice accept that cock into her mouth and begin to suck with what seemed like abandon. The noises she made were loud and disgusting. I swear I've never seen her suck MY cock like that, I thought. Chris's cock grew unbelievably thick and long, and her mouth stretched visibly to accommodate it. I was horrified to see that my cock was nearly as hard as his was as I endured this emotional raping.

She seemed to suck and nurse his cock forever. "Mmmmm, I love the taste of your cock!" she would croon. It was at least a half hour, and she made a big show of enjoying it and would coo about how big it was and how much she loved sucking a real man. She would go back and forth from ignoring the camera completely as she lost herself in the task at hand and blatantly staring at me through the camera. I never knew Janice could enjoy making me watch her suck another man's cock so much. If I'd known that from the start, I would never have married her. Now it was a totally different story though...