So like I say. She refused to see any more men. We moved to a new area where we knew no-one, and no-one knew us.
It was odd for me adjusting to our new life. Before, everything had been built around the men she serviced and the sex she gave them. There were breaks, and periods when it was more or less intense - I liked to mix it up, so that she couldn't relax into a routine. And part of that was the different challenges I had set her. But it was always there: we were never that far away from her having to service some stranger or other.
And now there was just her and me. No-one in the new town knew who we were. Of course, she still looked as hot as hell. And she couldn't hide those tits. When we were out, guys would stare. That was funny. Because when I saw some guy looking at her, the guy didn't know what she'd done. What had been done to her. But I knew. I had all the records. Numbers, places, names, details. And I had all photos and videos: my archive. So I would look at the guy across the bar transfixed by her huge boobs, and think ...
... if only you knew!
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One day - in our new life - I was shopping in the nearest town when I became aware of a guy staring at me. And I quickly remembered who he was. He was one of her old clients - actually one of the earliest ones - someone who had had her numerous times over the course of a few years. A real fan who kept coming back for more.
I couldn't pretend I didn't know him. I owned up to the fact that she was out of the business and that was all in the past. He couldn't believe it - kept saying what a waste it was - how she was 'a natural', how she was so good at it, and how she'd always seemed happy to be doing it. I shrugged my shoulders and told him I agreed with everything he said ... but she had made the decision. There wasn't much I could do.
He turned to leave, then said "hey ... wait ... I've got something you should see ... some little souvenirs I kept". Pulling out his phone he switched it on and tapped the screen a few times before passing it to me. And there she was, with a big fat cock filling her mouth, staring into the camera. My wife. "Swipe", he said, so I did, and there was another, and another and another: always with a mouthful of cock, always looking into the lens. You could tell from the lighting and the settings that each was a different occasion. I had forgotten just how many times he had been with her. "It's just a think I did - every time, I got her to look at me as she was sucking my cock. Pretty cool, right?"
It was cool. I thought how many times she'd sucked this one man ... then, what if you multiplied that up by all her clients, who always came more than once, and sometimes many times. And do you know what I felt? Pride. I had done that. All those cocks had got erect, got sucked and then pumped their cum into her or over her because of my project - turning her from a sad, bored housewife, lacking in confidence, into the magnificent slut that she had become.
I had done that, and you bet I felt a glow of pride.
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We said our goodbyes, and I apologised again for her 'retirement'. But as I turned to go he caught my arm. "Just one more thing you have to see" - he had the phone out again - "my facial collection!" And of course it was her again: pic after pic of her face decorated with his sperm. On her cheeks, on her forehead, hanging in strings off her chin and nose, in her hair and caught on her eyelashes, dribbling out of her mouth. Amazing.
After he went I found somewhere to jerk off. Needed it. And I remembered how much my sex life had come to revolve around watching her with other men. Watching other men use her.
It was gutting to think that was all gone.
Last edited by winstanley; 06-24-2024 at 10:22 PM.
Here's today's. Fill your wife's mouth with your big cock. Ideally it's going to be big as the concept works better that way, but if not, well - you have to work with what you've got. Anyway, get that fat cock (fat is more important than long, in this case) in her mouth, get your camera ready, then tell her to look into the camera. Snap!
And now, you own her. And what is more, you have the photo to prove it.
How's that for an achievement?
Last edited by winstanley; 06-24-2024 at 01:30 PM.
I took a job in the local town to make up for the income I had lost since she 'retired'. One day I met a guy who did deliveries round our way. He recognised me and winked "I enjoyed the show at your place the other day - thanks!" I asked him what he meant and after some persuasion he told me. It turned out my wife was parading around the house in see-through clothes. Clearly visible through the windows. It occurred to me that she had been ordering more things online.
So she had been deliberately making sure delivery drivers and trademen coming to the house got turned on. And actually, who knows what else she had done for them? Out of the house a lot, I had no way of knowing.
Her words on the day when she'd just seen her last customer came back to me - that's the last one. I'm not doing it any more - and for the first time since then, I thought that maybe - just maybe - it wasn't over.
Last edited by winstanley; 06-30-2024 at 03:51 PM.
What the delivery guy had told me got me thinking. There were questions I needed to answer. And to do that I needed a bit of subterfuge. So one day I bid goodbye to my wife after breakfast, but after a short distance parked the car and slipped back into our property over a wall at the end of the garden. Now, you have to understand, that there was a decent amount of garden round this house - lots of trees and bushes - and in fact the house itself couldn't be overlooked from outside its boundaries. Whatever you did there, no-one could see.
So I slipped through the trees to a place where I could overlook the fron door but be nicely concealed and out of sight. It wasn't long before the first delivery van arrived. Out gets the driver, approaches the door and rings the bell. Now, from I was I couldn't see her, but I could see there was a conversation, and the parcel got handed over. But then ... the conversation seemed to go on ... when you would normally expect a busy driver to just scan the package, get a signature or whatever and drive off to his next drop, that wasn't happening. What was going on? What were they talking about?
The next thing I knew, the driver looked quickly around - over each shoulder - and quickly stepped inside. By this stage I was pretty sure I knew what was going on, but I worked my way around and through the bushes until I could see in through the living room window - being careful to stay out of sight. When I finally got into position, this is what I saw:
They hadn't hung around. In the time it took me to get around the house he had got his clothes off (I guessed she had already been naked - or almost naked) and was inside her. Slamming away, missionary position. Her legs spread wide in a position of total surrender, sometimes locked round his back. I always loved seeing guys do it to her that way and was quickly erect.
So, I thought - as some random white van man drove his cock into my wife - this was her idea of retirement. This was her idea of 'never doing it again'. So much for 'the last time'. I was turned on - my cock out and my hand now - but I felt betrayed. She had been doing it behind my back. That wasn't right. And wasn't it me that had opened up that world for her? Given her a way to realise her potential? All her sexual achievements had happened because I had opened the door to them (literally, in fact). She owed it all to me and now she had cut me out of the picture. I realised I had to get control back.
I let him finish. There were a couple of different positions, ending up with him standing, her kneeling in front of him, her back arched, tits and ass pushed out. Spectacular. When he was done and was driving off, i was quickly round to the front door and quietly using my key.
She was still in the living room, and looked magnificent: naked, with his cum on her face. And that body, those tits as amazing as ever. With a strange blank expression, she said "I've been a bad girl" and - seeing me unzipping - she dropped down to her knees.
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