Shattered (Closed for The Grind & I)

It took Tina a few moments to realised she was being summarily dismissed. She stood, a little disappointed that things weren't "back to normal" for the two of them, but then while she showered she recalled how she had betrayed his trust. Worse, she had done so while he was overseas, and it would take more than a quick fuck or blowjob to make that right.

Still, she was determined, and she would do as he asked, despite her own reservations.

She dressed, said goodbye and went to the hairdressers, where she asked for her hair to be dyed blonde. The hairdresser tried to dissuade her, saying that it was too dramatic a change, going from her natural near black, to blonde, but despite that, Tina pressed on, and two hours later, she was returning home.

She entered their house, and halted, shocked at her reflection. The blonde.... well, there was no other words for it, it looked trashy on her. It was so obviously a dye job, especially so, given her dark colouring.

She went into the sitting room, to find Sean sitting down, watching TV.

"Well, what do you think??"
 
Sean let her get on with his order, paying no more attention to her than he would a stranger walking by on the street. By the time she returned he had slept in their bedroom, killing time and resting from their constant fucking since his discovery. But when she returned home, he heard her and headed into the room.

She did look trashy. “It fits you,” he spoke simply. “So, did you fuck anyone while you were out? Accidentally suck cock?”

Sean stood next to her, facing her as his hand crept down, grabbing her ass tight and hard. “Spend the rest of the night deleting those pictures you took. Remove them from everything you took them with. When you’re done, take new ones. With your toys, getting off, all throughout the house. When you’re done I want you to bring them back to me.”

His grip relented then as he slipped behind her. His hands on her hips rose gently over her body until they came to her breasts. Through her shirt her massaged them gently as his lips brushed against the side of her neck, his voice carrying a softer, gentler tone, “Call your hot friend Cindy after that. Talk her into a three-some for tomorrow night. You owe a lot to me.”

Sean’s lips peppered her neck with kisses as his hands withdrew. His lips followed soon after only to be followed with a sharp slap to her ass. “Get started.”
 
“So, did you fuck anyone while you were out? Accidentally suck cock?”

Tina recoiled at his words, softly spoken as they were. She felt as though he had slapped her.

"Sean..... don't!"

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she was confused when his hand trailed down her body, grabbing her ass, and squeezing it.

“Spend the rest of the night deleting those pictures you took. Remove them from everything you took them with. When you’re done, take new ones. With your toys, getting off, all throughout the house. When you’re done I want you to bring them back to me.”

She REALLY didn't want to be reminded of those pictures, but oddly, she was a little reluctant to delete them all - she had some good memories attached to them.... but she daren't defy him.

"Okay Sean, if it'll make you happy!"

She went and got the camera, deleting all the lurid photos on it, and then she went to the computer, and deleted them off of there, and finally, the two remaining shots that were on her phone, the ones she had emailed to her lover. She even emptied the trash on the computer, removing the image permanently.

Then she gathered her nipple clamps and her vibe, and clicked several photos as she pumped her pussy, and came hard in their bed.... then she took some in the shower, some in the hall, a couple stretched out on their kitchen table, one sitting spread legged on the washing machine, another sitting on the kitchen counter, and finally a couple in the arm chair in the sitting room. When she was done, her pussy was dripping wet, her thighs sheened with her juices, and her body slick with sweat. She had been careful to ensure that her face was omitted from most of the shots. She showed them to Sean, telling him that she would need to edit her face out of some of the others.



She looked at him, blushing deeply.

"I...er called Cindy. It wasn't easy, but yeah, she's up for a three way tomorrow night. I'm not sure I like that idea....."

She trailed off. He didn't want to hear that, and mostly, it seemed he didn't care. He wanted a three way, and she was worried that she was going to have to kiss her friend.

"Um, Sean, you do know that I'm not.... into girls, right? You .... er ... don't expect me to.... er.... do stuff with her, do you?"
 
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Sean didn’t want to be involved with whatever she was going to plan. He didn’t want to give her even one glancing eye of attention. While she spent her time taking those pictures and deleting them, Sean left the house behind and took the truck for a drive trying to convince himself that he wasn’t hot for his wife. That he didn’t care what she was up to. That he didn’t enjoy this new alteration in their relationship. That it was just something to teach her a lesson. But he knew better. Despite the thoughts that battled in his mind since he’d sobered, he knew he wanted this. And he knew this was going to be the foundation of their new relationship.

He had returned after a couple of hours, pulling in front of the house. As silently as he left he had returned in time to hear his wife’s accomplishments. Disappointment featured his face as he glanced through them.

Looking at her he said, “You’ll have to retake most of them. I want to see your face. I want there to be no doubt that its you. After all, how can I trust you? I have to be sure.” But there was no doubt in his mind who it was. Sean only wanted to humiliate her further, to press her to do it all again.

Then she gave him the news on Cindy. For a girl like his wife to have friends who’d be willing to go through with that, he wasn’t surprised, not since finding out what Tina was up to her on her summer vacation.

When she finished spouting her reservations he answered, “Fine. Then you don’t have to be there. It’ll just be me and your friend fucking each other blind all night.” Sean then leaned down, kissing her on the lips, “Let me know what you decide…And get those pictures done tonight. When you’re done, come to bed so I can fuck you.” With that, he left her behind and alone while he went to their room.
 
“You’ll have to retake most of them. I want to see your face. I want there to be no doubt that its you. After all, how can I trust you? I have to be sure.”

Trust. That was a big thing. What would Sean do with naked photo's of her?? Worse than naked, they were pictures of her cumming as she pumped her open pussy with a vibe, or flicking her clit.

But that was probably it. He needed this show of faith from her, to repair the damage she had done by messing around behind his back.

When she told him about Cindy, she was shocked at the wave of jealously that hit her when Sean dismissed her concerns, and told her he'd be happy to play with Cindy alone.

“Fine. Then you don’t have to be there. It’ll just be me and your friend fucking each other blind all night.”


For one brief moment, she had a glimpse of how Sean must have felt when he had seen the evidence of her affair. Oddly, it gave her an understanding for where he was coming from, and she went off to retake the pictures. Determined to please him, they were more treble X rated that the last lot, and these were utterly whorish, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She even took one laying back across their kitchen table, fucking herself with a cucumber while she sucked on the vibe! She took another in the old sports car that Sean was restoring. It had a stick shift, and she spread her legs, and impaled her pussy on it, taking a series of photos, as she took it deeper and deeper into her cunt. Then she photographed herself cumming on it, and then licking it clean.

Pleased with her efforts, she went back to Sean, thinking about his words.

“Let me know what you decide…And get those pictures done tonight. When you’re done, come to bed so I can fuck you.”


Blushing, she handed him the camera.

"I think you'll really like these. They are very...........explicit, and my face is in each and every one."

Her heart was hammering as she continued.

"And I was thinking about Cindy. You know I have no lesbian desires........ but I do want to be there, and if you........... want me to .............do stuff with her....... I will, if it'll make you happy baby!"
 
When she was through and approached him, Sean took the camera from her. After scrolling through just a few photos he could see these were much more explicit, that she had gone to greater lengths to please him and that her face was in each and every one. But Sean didn’t spend much time going through them. That would be tomorrow’s project.

Powering down the camera he stood up from the bed and moved toward the dresser, setting it on top, “We’ll make some of these larger and hang them on the walls throughout the house.” There was no kidding in his voice nor any sense that he was testing her. It was a definitive statement. One he was wholly planning to carry out.

When he returned to her he continued, “And keep that cucumber. Don’t wash it or anything. I have plans for it.” But that was all he was going to say for now.

“And don’t worry about Cindy,” he motioned for her to get on the bed. “I’ve already made a decision for that. I’ll fuck her on this bed and you can watch. Afterward you can lick my cum out of her pussy. What happens later in the night, I”ll tell you when it happens.

“Now get on the bed, put your hands behind your back, face in the mattress and ass in the air. I don’t want your hands touching the bed.”
 
“We’ll make some of these larger and hang them on the walls throughout the house.”

Tina's face heated, and she wanted to argue, but knew that now was not the time. Despite his serious tone, she hoped that he was teasing her! She would be totally humilated if he got the pictures developed, and hung them on the wall of their bedroom, but throughout the house.......... the idea of anyone else seeing them............ she gulped, and squeezed her eyes shut, mortified.

“And keep that cucumber. Don’t wash it or anything. I have plans for it.”

She nodded, saying nothing, hoping he might forget about it. The main thing concerning her was about her friend, Cindy. What did Sean have in mind, and could she change his mind if it wasn't to her taste?


“And don’t worry about Cindy,“I’ve already made a decision for that. I’ll fuck her on this bed and you can watch. Afterward you can lick my cum out of her pussy. What happens later in the night, I”ll tell you when it happens."

Jealousy flared, and her eyes flew to his, gauging how serious he was. To her dismay, she found no levity there at all. He intended to do this! Was it payback?? To fuck her friend, and make her watch?? Suddenly she was worried about Cindy. She was a little on the easy side.... what if she thought that Sean was up for grabs?? What if she thought to replace her??

“Now get on the bed, put your hands behind your back, face in the mattress and ass in the air. I don’t want your hands touching the bed.”

Before she could think any more on it, Sean had her on her shoulders and knees, her ass raised up into the air, bare and vulnerable. She folded her hands behind her back, as he instructed, and tried to formulate a plan. The idea of licking Cindy's pussy after Sean had fucked it and filled it with cum both humilated her, and excited her.... and totally confused her!

She cried out as he entered her, his thick cock driving deep into her swollen, wet pussy, filling her to the max! She moaned and whimpered, and was soon trying to rock her ass back against him, as she felt her climax rush up again.
 
Sean watched her climb into position on the bed as she carried out his order. The bitch was willing to please and he silently wondered how far she would actually go before she dared revolt. There was so much payback that he doubted it’d come soon. If she was willing to let him fuck her friend in front of her while she had virtually no interaction he was going to press her much harder in the days to come.

But with her pussy presented to him now he pushed everything to the back of his mind and shoved his cock inside her. After the first few strokes he felt her trying to apply pressure against him while he fucked her face hard into the mattress. Using her hard his hands gripped her hips, using his strength to help her slam ever harder into him. Her body he had once used to express love had devolved into something to steal pleasure.

Then his hands reached out, grabbing her wrists tight. With a quick tug he was able to pull her body, her face from the mess of blankets and sheets. He leaned back to keep her in air while his hips continued colliding with hers. There was little doubt in his mind there’d be pain in her shoulders that would extend through the night. But he wasn’t interested in anything she could lift. As long as she could bend.

Sean didn’t keep her there long. His grip on her wrists relaxed, letting them return to their position behind her back while he continued to thrust inside her from behind.
 
He rode her hard and fast, and silently. With the exception of the occasional grunt, or barked instruction, he spoke not a word. It was so different from the careful and considerate lover he'd been before he found out she betrayed him.

He had spent hours kissing every inch of her body, telling her how much he loved her, adored her, and she had done the same. Now, she believed if she tried to do that it would sound hollow and false.

His hand slapped down cruelly on her upturned ass from time to time, usually to direct her this way or that. A part of her hated what they had lost.... but another part, a dark little part she hadn't know existed, was getting off on his treatment of her.

She came, and came and came some more as her husband used and abused her, and she begged for more.

The image of him fucking her best friend while she watched, ready to lick his seed from her friend's cunt, both humiliated her, and excited her, and she was confused by it. How could something like that excite her??? But it did.

She screamed as she came again, reveling in the way he was making her feel.
 
Sean refused to slow or ease their motion, not daring to turn this fuckfest into a lovemaking session. He didn’t feel the emotion anymore. It was dead and gone, along with the shovel that buried it. All that remained, now that the soul had fled, was the heated flesh he was driving into.

Even with her running around the girl was still a good fuck but he doubted that was enough to keep their marriage together. She’d have to be knocked down more than a few pegs before feeling the wrongs even up on either side.

Then as she came he drove into her hard, sending his seed deep inside her. Sean moved against her, letting her take all of what he had given her before pulling out of her. Using the blanket from her side of the bed he cleaned himself off as he returned to his side.

“Go to sleep. You’ve got a long night tomorrow,” he spoke as he returned to his side and laid down.
 
Tina almost collapsed onto her side of the bed, worn out, but not exhausted enough not to notice the gungy swipe of sperm that was on her part of the blanket. Ordinarily s he would have complained loudly, berated him for half the night, and then denied him sex for a week or so. Now, she said nothing and just lay down, tugging the blanket high on her shoulder.

“Go to sleep. You’ve got a long night tomorrow,”

She was almost asleep when she realised what he had said. Tomorrow. Her friend coming over. Her husband fucking her. While she watched. Tina spent the next hour trying to persuade herself that it wouldn't be too bad, that she might get off on it, that it was something that Sean wanted, and might inject some spice into their sex life ..... not that that was lacking at the moment.

She woke first the next morning, unusual, as Sean was usually such an early riser. She went to the bathroom, and then turned on the shower, stepping under the hot water, eager to scrub herself clean. She had been steeped in her own juices the previous night when she finally found sleep.
 
Sean slept heavily through the night, shrugging of the days of sex behind and ahead of him. His dreams had been full of his wife and her friend’s future fucking while he took the best they both had to offer. It was more than just getting back at her for doing what she did; he also wanted Cindy. He wanted to touch her, taste, her, violate her while forcing his wife to suffer the torment.

When he finally awoke the sun was bleeding through the blinds in his bedroom as water pelted the shower’s floor in the bathroom. Briefly Sean thought about interrupting his wife’s shower for a quick time but let it pass. She was going to have enough work set out for her in the night and he wanted all that pent up energy to abuse Cindy later in the night.

Getting out of bed Sean climbed into a pair of pants, leaving his shirt in the closet as he reached for the camera. While she was off in the shower Sean hooked up the camera to the computer, putting all the pictures she took on their computer although he had yet to upload them anywhere. It’d always be a threat but for now he was more concerned about printing out a few test copies of her at her most vile, disgusting moments. She’d be busy getting picture frames today in preparation for inviting their guest into the newest image of their humble home.

While the printer ran through its setup and began its work, Sean returned to the bedroom, looking briefly as he picked out a set of clothes for his wife to wear for the day. There was no waiting as he walked toward the bathroom, opening its door and inviting in the cold chill, the air, the attitude.
 
Oddly enough, Tina slept like a log. She was just finishing her shower, when the door opened, and the cold gust of air told her that Sean had just entered.

She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her hair, and another around her body. The mirror was fogged, so she couldn't see Sean's expression.

"Sleep well?"

She asked with out turning, hoping to gauge his mood. She saw the clothing he had set on the vanity unit, and she gulped, wondering if she would have the courage to go out in public in something as revealing. Having dried herself off, she looked for underwear, and finding none, recalled his earlier words - that she was to wear what he gave her, and only that.

She pulled on the skirt. It was one she hadn't worn for some time. It was short, and made of faded demin. The baby pink tank top was something she usually wore under a shirt. It was too tight for her taste, too revealing, and short. She looked in the mirror, which had cleared substantially. Her nipples were faintly visible through the thin material. She pulled the skirt up her hips, finding it shorter than she had before, and tighter. It must have been washed on too hot a cycle. As she smoothed it down over her hips, she was struck with a vivid image of the last time she had worn this. Did Stephen know? No, it wasn't possible!

The night she had hooked up with Simon, her lover with whom she had been involved in the crash. They had seen each other around before that, but the night she had wriggled her ass into this skirt, she had been going out to a bar she knew he frequented, and she had intended to get laid. Dragging herself back to the here and now, she realised how different she now looked, with her bleached blonde hair, instead of her straight , dark hair. She shook her head, and then turned and smiled at Sean.

Blushing, she smoothed down her skirt, tugging on the hem.

"How do I look?"
 
Sean watched her dress in front of him while the steam seeped out of the room, dispersing through the open door. As the towels dropped and one piece of clothing replaced those loose-fitting rags he smiled seeing her in the mirror, knowing she’d have to go out in those clothes. Knowing she wouldn’t want to.

“You look like you want to get fucked,” he spoke simply. Then he took a step toward her, his hands rising to her breasts. Over that thin outline of her nipples against her shirt his thumbs rubbed against her sensitive skin, teasing them until they could be seen without searching.

“Now go out today and get those frames,” Sean spoke as his hands slid away from her tits, along her body until he withdrew his arms back to his sides. “Make sure you’re back in time to get them hung. It would look odd if we didn’t have any pictures on the wall.”

Before Sean turned to leave the room he added, “Pick up your clothes and get going. Money is on the counter.”
 
Tina moaned as Sean rubbed her nipples, making them hard and tight. She blushed when he reminded her to go and buy the picture frames, thinking of what he had threatened to put in them. Of course, he'd never do that, but the mind fuck was working a charm, and she could feel her pussy dripping.

She took the money off the counter and went out, getting into the car. Jesus! Her skirt hem was seriously short, barely covering her pussy as she sat. She blushed and almost crashed on the way to the mall, distracted by tugging on her hem.

Parking, she went inside, and was acutely aware of the way she appeared by the stares she was getting from other shoppers. Near the store she was targetting, she spotted Sally-anne, a frined of hers from highschool, and she heard the shocked call of "Tina? Tina.. is that you?" Head down, hurrying away, Tina walked past the store, afraid that Sallyanne would follow her in. While they had been 'friends' of a sort, she also knew Sallyanne to be a catty, gossipy bitch, and the last thing she wanted was for Sallyanne to confirm that she had actually seen Tina, knowing that the other woman would be burning up the phone lines for hours, spreading the news that she looked like a whore!!

Having doubled back, she went into the store, and bought the frames she had been sent to buy. The guy serving her had been staring at her tits the entire time, and she had gotten redder and redder until the transaction was complete. She hurried out of the store, and jumped into her car, eager to get out of public, and get back home. She was obsessed with what was supposed to happen later, with Cindy.

Distracted as she was, she didn't see the vehicle behind her, as she reversed back, into the side of a shiny black pick up. The driver was big pissed off, and she just looked at him, and bit her lip.

"Sorry, its my fault. I'll pay for the damage - here, I'll give you my number - get an estimate, and call me, and I'll settle up. Sorry!"

She drove off before he could say more, relieved, but shaken when she arrived home, picture frames in tow. She went in and called out to him.

"Sean? Baby, I'm home!"
 
Sean kept himself mildly busy while she was out. More pictures were printed and set aside, waiting for her when she’d return home. If she thought he was bluffing about the scene he wanted his new home to take on, then she’d be seriously mistaken. Forgotten was the phase-attitude he may have had at the beginning; Sean was beginning to fall for this new lifestyle. Craving it more and more. It was something she was going to have to submit to, something she was going to have to live through, Especially since girls like Cindy were only a few doors down.

Appearing from the other room when he heard her voice, Sean gathered the glossy paper he used to print out the pictures. Handing the small stack to her he said simply, “Start framing them right away. You won’t need hammer or nails though. Just take down the pictures we already have up. There aren’t enough pictures here but we’ll take some more throughout the week… and tonight to fill up the rest of the walls.”

There was no ‘how was your trip?’ or ‘did you have any problems?’ That life where he put her desires above his own was over. There was no going back to it anymore.

“Cindy called,” he added. “Said she was going to be here around seven so make sure you’re dressed in your sleaziest by six thirty.”
 
Tina blushed. He really was going to go ahead with this then. She shuffled the frames in her hand, and then sat down to frame the prints.

Christ!! They were graphic and lewd, and she was mortified to have to look at them. The idea of anyone else seeing them made her cringe. When she had completed that, she began to replace the pictures they had hanging. Sean was right, they didn't have enough, so she hung the worst of the pictures in the spare room, the next worst in the hallway, saving those that she thought were the least embarrasing for the bedroom and sitting room.

They were all bad. Everyone showed her face, and showed her engaging in some deviant behaviour, and she wondered what the hell Cindy would think.

Then, doing as she was told, she hurried off to shower and get ready. She showered, and smoothed her skin with cream, then arranged her bleached blonde hair in a style that made her look a little less slutty. Then she applied a little light makeup, and she went to dress, Sean's words ringing in her ear.

Make sure you’re dressed in your sleaziest by six thirty

She looked at her clothes, finally settling on a tiny plaid skirt, which skimmed her thighs, knee socks, and a tight fitting white blouse, with nothing underneath. It was undoubtedly slutty, but it wasn't obscene, and she felt she could just about face her friend in it. What the hell would Cindy think??? She checked her watch, it was 6.35 pm, and Cindy would be here soon, so she hurried out to Sean to see if her appearance met with his approval. Her heart was hammering, and she wondered what he would think of her appearance, and worse, what would Cindy make of it all. She wondered how she was going to watch Cindy fucking Sean.
 
Sean watched her, noticing what she was doing with the pictures. Trying to hide those that were the most descriptive while lending those of lighter attributes toward the living room. Not that it’d work. Every guest deserved a tour of the house. And there was unlimited film in the digital age.

As the hour neared he watched her as she went into the other room the change. While she busied herself with that, Sean went around the room, looking at the pictures she’d hung. To know that his wife was capable of these things, could be used in such a way after so many years of a vanilla world… at least he figured it out before it was too late despite the reasons behind it.

When she returned he saw her in that outfit she chose for herself. Sean moved toward her, placing his hands on her hips. “You look good for her tonight. But you could look a little better.” A hand moved from her hip and moved to the top of her blouse. With two fingers he yanked down hard, popping button after button until all but two above the beltline had been left attached. He was sure a light breeze, a just the right angle or a thoughtless position would give anyone a good glimpse of what lied underneath.

When he was through, that same button popping slipped between her skin and her skirt. He didn’t have to find pussy to know she wasn’t wearing any panties. Besides, tonight he wasn’t interested in what she was hiding. His mind revolved around the knocking at his front door.

“I’ll get it,” he smiled gently as he placed a kiss on her cheek. It was treated as nothing so special, as though it were a regular visit from parents or friends and not a night in with one of his wife’s friends. At the door he turned the knob, opening the entrance wide to their guest for the night.
 
Tina felt Sean's perusal as if it was a tangible thing, and she felt goose bumps raise on her arms as she waited for his assessment of her dress.

“You look good for her tonight. But you could look a little better.”

Her blouse was barely decent now, closing at the waist, hanging open most of the way, barely concealing her tits. It was only then that Sean's words hit her. "You look good for Her .." For Her? Was that was she was doing? Dressing like this for Cindy??? That thought made her much more uncomfortable.

She moaned when his finger grazed her wet cleft, grazing her swollen clit. Why was she as horny as she was??? It didn't make sense to her, but she couldn't deny it. She was nervous, wondering how she would handle the evening, the change in dynamic with Cindy??

Before she could give it more thought, there was a knock at the door, and giving her a quick kiss, he was gone.

Her heart hammered as she waited what seemed like an eternity for Sean and Cindy to come through. Cindy stopped dead and looked at Tina.

"Oh my God! You look like a total slut!!!"

She giggled, and circled her, touching her hair, and lifting the edge of Tina's shirt, eyeing her tits.

"Wow!! I don't know what to say."

Just then she glanced up, and the spot which had held a picture of a sailing boat out on a sun set harbour, was now decorated with one of the milder pornagraphic pictures, this one featuring Tina spreading her pussy lips and fingering her clit.

She was shocked, but she was excited too. She grinned at Sean, and then stepped closer to the picture.

"It looks like our little slut has been holding out on us, what do you think Sean??"
 
“By the sound of it she’s been everyone’s little slut since I’ve been gone,” Sean spoke as he came up behind Cindy. Sean looked at the picture with her for a short time before breaking his gaze and giving a sidelong glance toward his wife before looking back to Cindy. “She said she’s going to suck my cum out of your pussy tonight. I‘m going to reward her with that prize.“

Sean placed his hand at the small of Cindy’s back, letting it slide down until he was cupping her ass. “And we’ll see what kind of slut you can be tonight.” He applied some pressure to his grip before releasing his hold and moving in front of her.

Then grabbing her chin with one hand he turned Cindy’s chin upward as he leaned forward, laying a love-lacing kiss on her lips; the same one filled with lust-lacking-love he’d been giving his wife since his return. After breaking their short embrace Sean admitted, “There’s more of the house to show. She’s tried hiding some of the more graphic pictures in the spare room.”
 
“By the sound of it she’s been everyone’s little slut since I’ve been gone,”

Tina blanched at his words, realising that Sean now saw her in a totally different light. She had betrayed him, and he was not going to forgive that......... ever.

She blushed as he spoke to Cindy, explaining that his wife would clean her pussy after Sean had fucked it. Cindy, the bitch grinned at this. Only now did Tina realise that all Cindy enquiries about Sean were a thinly veiled interest that had nothing to do with his being Tina's husband, and everything to do with him as a man.


When he cupped her ass, and teased her, wondering what type of slut she could be, Cindy grinned at him, and leaned up whispering in his ear, loudly enough that Tina could hear.

"I'll be whatever kind of slut you want Baby! I've wanted to fuck you for so long.... you are soooo hot!!!"

Then she looked at Tina.

"If I had this guy as mine, I'd fuck him raw, and certainly wouldn't be looking elsewhere for amusement!"

Then as Sean kissed her, she returned it with every shred of passion she possessed.

"MMMMMmmm "

She giggled as Sean showed her the pictures of Tina, each more explicit than the last, and she made remarks that made Tina want to hit her. It took her several minutes to realise that the hatred she was feeling was jealousy burning up her soul, and for the first time, she realised how her unfaithfulness had eaten Sean.

She trailed behind, not wanting to watch them together, looking more like lovers than she liked to admit, but afraid to leave them out of her sight, terrified of what would happen. She glared at Cindy every chance she got, but had no effect, perhaps she didn't even notice.
 
After Sean was through giving Cindy the tour of their new photographs he guided his pair of girls back into the living room. “She’s been busy trying to make it up to me. Maybe after a few more visits from you and another friend or two, we might be back to where we were,” Sean glanced toward his wife before settling his eyes back on the girl of the hour.

The bitch was going to pay for all those nights he didn’t know where she was or those times when he was away and she was running around behind his back. But unlike what she did to him, he was going to do it in front of her face. Sean was going to make her suffer every waking minute, eliminating any chance for guesswork.

“What kind of slut I want,” Sean slyly mused, “is a good little cocksucker and is willing to be fucked anyway her man wants her. Do you think you can pull that off? Why don’t you drop down to your knees and prove it.” Sean paused for a moment before adding, “To the three of us.”

His eyes rose briefly, capturing his wife’s reaction before a small grin settled on Cindy.
 

“What kind of slut I want, is a good little cocksucker and is willing to be fucked anyway her man wants her. Do you think you can pull that off? Why don’t you drop down to your knees and prove it. To the three of us.”


He'd grinned at Cindy, and shot a look at Tina as he spoke, and Tina watched in horror, in slow motion as Cindy licked her lips, murmuring "yes Sir!" and snapping a mock salute.

That bitch had wanted into Sean's pants for a long time, and now it was happening before her very eyes. Her eyes stung, as she watched Cindy lean in and unbuckle Sean's belt, pop the button on his jeans, and lower the zip. She watched, helpless as Cindy freed his cock.

Push her away, push her away.

The mantra played over and over in her head, as she desperately hoped that Sean would stop this now. He'd proved his point. It hurt like hell to be cheated on, and she had a new appreciation for what she'd done. She looked at Sean, his entire attention focused on the woman who tongue was stretching out toward his cock.

"Sean, baby, let me do it... please??!"

She hated how needy she sounded, but she had to try to stop this before it went further. Still, she was also aware that Sean might push her out, and she was debating with herself if that would be better or worse. To know what was going on, and not be able to see, or to be there, watching as her husband took another woman.
 
Sean offered a slight grin when Cindy stood to attention. “Don’t call me ‘Sir,’ I work for a living.” He held his position as he watched the girl drop to her knees. Sean stared not at her moving fingers but her face as she worked his belt loose, unzipping his zipper until she was able to free his cock. Then he heard his wife’s intrusion.

His eyes shifted toward her but he said nothing right away. Sean looked at her as though she were interrupting something, an intimate moment, a needless disturbance. “You’ve had years,” he chastised her, “give someone else a chance.” With that he looked back down to Cindy on her knees and said, “Let’s see what that tongue of yours can do.”

Sean went back to ignoring his wife as he focused his attention back on the bitch in front of him. Reaching forward a hand grabbed a tuft of her hair, ready to control the pace of her future face fuck.
 
Tina watched Sean with her friend, and watched the pleasure on Cindy's face, as Sean dominated her. His every word was like the kiss of a whip - pleasure and pain in one... at least for Cindy. For Tina, it was torture.

She was watching... watching her friend have what she couldn't have, and she hated it. Jealousy surged and she ground her teeth, fighting for control. Sean looked away after that first glance, that put down. For her part, she wanted to look away.... but she daren't. She didn't want to watch, but she felt as though it made her a part of it, at least, so long as she watched. Perhaps she would find it pleasurable, although, at present, it certainly didn't feel remotely pleasurable. She wanted to drag Cindy off her husband, to throw her half naked out into the street, and to take her place, and keep it for herself.

She could plead with Sean, perhaps, but given her own actions, that would be too humiliating, so she watched. She had no other choice. She wanted Cindy to gag on his cock, to choke and puke. That would be good. Sean would push her away in disgust, and Tina would smugly take Cindy's place, HER place, her rightful place, with her husband's cock in her mouth!!! Unfortunately, it seemed Cindy was doing a bang up job of sucking his cock, of letting him face fuck her, when he wanted, and from the noises she was making, she was getting off on it.
 
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