They sat on the grubby sofa. The woman's shirt was undone to the waist. It was off her shoulders as were her bra straps. The fat man's fingers had hooked her tits out of her bra and while his left hand had played with one nipple his mouth had clamped around the other teat. The woman sighed with pleasure. The hand left her tit and moved to pull her skirt up. He didn't need to part her legs, they were wide open. One fat finger hooked into the gusset of her little panties and he started to pull. The woman had two choices, help him or have her knickers ripped off. She lifted her bum and helped the man who just kept pulling until they were off. The knickers were discarded on the floor and his fat hand returned immediately to her hairy cunt. The woman parted her legs and one fat finger pushed up into her, swiftly finger-fucking her. The woman responded instantly. With a final thrust the fat finger buried itself as deep as it could and stayed. The woman didn't stop grinding herself against his stationary hand and moaning all the while, begging for more and more. Whatever his finger was doing she was fucking enjoying it. “More, give me more! Finger-fuck me to heaven.” she begged. Even though the fat hand and the fat finger didn't seem to be doing anything the woman was clearly approaching a massive climax. Then he removed his finger completely. The woman groaned and sobbed, begging for it to be returned. The man looked across the small room to where I sat in the tatty arm chair, watching everything intently. “Greedy bitch, your wife” he said, and rammed two fat fingers hard and fast deep into her cunt. She came instantly, shaking with the exertion, clamping his head against her tits and thrusting her cunt up onto his hand, fastening it in place by closing her legs tight around his forearm. It had all started a fortnight or so earlier. I'd gone to the gym, as usual, but the power had gone after about fifteen minutes and all the machines stopped. I went home. I didn't creep in the door but I am a naturally quiet man. As I closed the front door I saw my wife reflected in the hallway mirror. She was seated at the computer desk in the corner of the dining room. The laptop screen was partially closed and the image was on the large monitor behind. I couldn't actually see my wife as she reclined in the large comfy office chair but I could see her, or part of her, on the large screen. I stood mesmerised. After a few moments I put my gym bag down as quietly as possible and slipped off my shoes. The lounge was in darkness but the connecting doors with the dining room were partially open. I stepped into the lounge and stood just back from the connecting door directly behind and less than eight feet from my wife. I could only see the top of her head in real time but had a perfect view of the large monitor. In the bottom left half of the screen I could clearly see her sliding her favourite dildo in and out of her cunt with one hand while at the top of the screen her other hand pinched and stroked her naked tits. In the other half of the screen was a close up of a man's groin. He was slowly stroking up and down a fat cock. As he stroked he was talking to her, filthy language! Language I would never have considered using. Describing exactly how he was going to feed his fat cock into her greedy whore's cunt and empty his balls into her whore's belly. All the while she was encouraging him, asking for more graphic detail, would he fuck her face, squirt his spunk on her face and over her hair. How many times would he fuck her? She too was using filthy language and I wondered if she was really my wife or somebody who just looked like her! I've no real idea of how long I watched. He made her cum with her dildo and his filthy words quite frequently while he remained un-spent. Eventually she could take no more and climaxed both noisily and violently. He waited until she had recovered then told her to toss him off. It was her turn to talk filthy! Jesus! I'd no idea she had such a filthy, dirty mind. She told him how to wank himself, to imagine what she was doing to him, in extremely graphic detail and where he was going to squirt his spunk into and onto her. As he neared his climax she adjusted her camera, pushed her sodden, swollen cunt up close and shouted that she wanted to feel it pour deep inside her filthy whore's cunt. The fat cock emptied its balls in four powerful squirts and my wife laughed delightedly and told him she wanted to feel that spunk in her cunt for real. “You are a total whore, bitch! Tell your husband to bring you to me and to be prepared to watch you getting well fucked in every hole!” he told her. “I can't do that!” It sounded like a forlorn cry of dismay. “He doesn't know.” I stepped forward silently, standing directly behind her chair. “Yes she can!” I said, “where do you live?” My wife freaked out! I put a hand firmly on each of her shoulders and kept her in the chair. “Put the camera back on your cunt so he can watch you fucking yourself again, bitch!” I held her firmly and used their words. She had to obey. He lived about three hours drive away so it would have to be after work on a Friday or over a weekend. As we made our plans my distraught wife continued to slide her dildo in and out of her wet cunt all the while watching the man wank his fat cock. Despite her appearance of distress she started to moan her pleasures and finally climaxed once more. I told the man she would be online 'same time tomorrow', closed the laptop down, took her to bed and fucked her! For the first time in thirty years of marriage I fucked my wife, taking my pleasure without thought for hers. She tried to apologise, to explain, to beg forgiveness. I shut down every attempt and reminded her that she would perform, online, the following evening and that I would be watching. I told her we were going to see the fat man and he would use her as he pleased, just as she had begged while I was watching her online antics from the lounge. During the night I awoke and fucked her, again taking my pleasure rather than trying to give her pleasure. She came explosively. She had performed three times with me watching with the fat man during the intervening days. Each time seeming less strained than the previous and on the Wednesday she had started to prepare for a session when I told her he was not available. It was cancelled. She would not see him until until the live performance on Friday. She was upset. Exactly as I wanted. The long drive west was in silence, broken only by the radio traffic announcements every twenty minutes or so. Nothing had been said on the matter over the previous ten days but I was delighted to see that she had prepared for the trip. Nothing tarty, in fact quite the opposite, smartly casual probably covered it, but accessible. It was several minutes before she finally calmed enough to stop shaking and shuddering. The fat man eased his slippery fingers out of her cunt and held them up before her eyes. “Open your mouth, bitch!” he instructed. She looked like a startled rabbit and didn't move to comply. “I said open your mouth! Bitch.” he repeated. She looked over at me. I had spoken with the fat man on the 'phone a number of times during the intervening days. I had laid down the rules and he was delighted to comply. In essence anything and everything that he had said he would do to her or she to him, during their online sex sessions, was acceptable however he had to make it perfectly clear that from that point onwards, if she performed any act that he demanded, then she should expect it to be a regular requirement with whomsoever I, her husband, chose without hesitation or complaint. If she failed to comply then I was to be instructed to take her home, dressed exactly as she was at that time. She would never see the fat man or any of her other friends again. Finger-fucking and tit sucking were pretty normal in our sex life. Cleaning up fingers that had just brought her to orgasm was new. The first stage in her new life. Would she acquiesce or would I drive her home? I returned her look impassively. She opened her mouth and sucked the fat man's finger clean. Before she had even started on the second it was clear that she didn't find it as repugnant as she expected. By the end of the second she was clearly enjoying it and making sure nothing had been missed. “Get my cock out, bitch!” it wasn't a request. She eagerly started to undo his zip and work his trousers and pants to the floor. “Make me hard enough to fuck you, slut!” he continued once she had finished. One skill my wife had properly acquired in the thirty years of marriage was the skill of tossing me off! It was her way of compensating for totally refusing to suck my cock. She set to with a will that matched her skill and soon the fat man's cock was hard and fat. “Finish me off with your mouth, bitch!” he demanded. Again she looked over at me and again I kept my face impassive despite my heart being in my mouth. Crunch time! If she took him in her mouth then it would stay there until he shot his load. Once she had a mouthful she would be sent over to me to suck me off! I waited. The fat man wasn't a patient man, “I said suck me off slut!” he grabbed a handful of her hair, twisted it in his fist and pushed her head into his lap. I watched impassively as he wiped her face back and forth over his cock. “Suck or leave bitch! Your choice!” She opened her mouth and he fed cock into it. He used her hair to raise and lower her mouth on his cock but it was very few moments before she began to do it for herself. By the time she had his fat cock in her hand and was stroking it in and out of her mouth he had let go her hair and was laying back enjoying her licking, sucking and kissing. He gave no visible notice that he was about to cum. He just said 'Don't spill a drop! Don't swallow any,' then jerked once, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. He jerked three more times before sinking back into the worn out seat, his hand resting on her head so preventing her from moving. “Show me!” he said after a few minutes. Very carefully, very slowly she drew her mouth up his softening cock then delicately ran her tongue over the dark head. She closed her mouth and sat up. Looking him straight in the eye she opened her mouth. “Beautiful!” he said, “you suck a cock well. You enjoyed it!” She nodded. “Go and show your husband your spunk filled slut mouth, bitch!” She got up without demure and walked directly to me, opening her mouth immediately. I could see the fat man's white spunk on her lips and dripping from the inside of her cheeks. She stuck out her tongue, it was covered in his spunk. “Now you can swallow”, he told her, “savour the flavour,” he instructed, “from now on spunk will be an essential of your daily diet! Now strip for us!” She swallowed, making a performance of it, licked her lips, moved to the end of the little lounge and turned to face us. Stripping, as in expose her tits, cunt and arse was not really an issue. As I have said her tits had been pulled out of her bra, her knickers were on the carpet by the sofa and her skirt was up around he waist. Everything was on display but my wife was on fire! Her tits were full and firm, full of the blood of excitement that coursed through her body. The nipples were hard buttons surrounded by deeply puckered areola. She stood straight, her shoulders back, tits out and belly held in, not that there was too much of it anyway. Her thighs taut and calves tensioned as she stood with most of her weight on one leg with the other stretched out, toes pointed to the carpet. She looked good, fucking good and she knew it! Clearly she had practised posing for her online fuck-buddies. Her eyes blazed at us as she undid the last button of her shirt and slipped it off, throwing it to me. Then her bra, I caught that also. She started to strut about the little room, swinging her full tits, coming close to us each in turn and rubbing them into our faces. Returning to the starting point she unzipped her skirt, wriggled her hips and it fell obediently to the floor. She paraded again, this time parting her legs before each of us so that we could appreciate her wet swollen cunt. I pushed two finger up inside her without any resistance. She was dripping and swollen and wriggled on my hand. I didn't rush to remove them and she didn't rush to move away tacitly agreeing to my taking my pleasure of her. I sucked her tits and bit her nipples while feeding a third finger into her greedy cunt. She could take my whole hand, happily. In thirty years she had never once sucked my cock, that was about to change, but I had fisted her many times. She was a dirty bitch alright but until now only on her terms! That was also on the verge of changing. I sent her over to the fat man and while he was finger-fucking her I stood and removed my trousers and pants then sat down. The fat man was watching me. “Your bitch looks fucking hot!” he said, “You think she would look hotter still with a smooth cunt?” I agreed she that would. He looked up at my wife. “You hear that slut? Tomorrow your husband is going to make you smooth, however he chooses. He'll keep you smooth from now on. On Monday I'll check out how smooth you are then I'll watch you suck him off. Now we are all working together you will be getting a lot of your husband's cock and spunk online!” It wasn't a suggestion nor a request it was a string of statements. My wife nodded. “Now go and suck your husband off while I get ready to fuck your greedy cunt!” More if you want it?