Tuesday 4th September, Miami International Airport

The last five days had been some of the most confusing and intense days of my life. Days full of worry, pleasure, and sexual highs. Oh, and the small matter of avoiding major litigation for my company and icing the details of a career move under the noses of my current employers.

Thursday and Friday were days filled with work during office hours and a surreal mix of being the pretend daddy to Haley and the temporary significant other for Veronica for the evening hours followed by the voyeuristic thrills and heartache of watching the edited highlights of the new life Luther was laying out for Jill back in Miami. This pattern only changing slightly come the weekend, when happy ‘family’ time with Veronica and Haley replaced office chores, whilst the evening's ups and downs remained unchanged.

Pool, dinner, TV, and bedtime story for Haley. A long, pleasurable love-making session with her mother and then buckle up to see what new and imaginative torment Luther’s fertile mind had managed to concoct for me today. Veronica always being incredibly supportive and understanding, cuddled next to me, and comforting me as I experienced the full range of highs and lows.

Not surprisingly, Luther seemed to be putting the game higher in his priorities than his business. Jill seemed to have been told to forsake her normal management duties in favor of playing a joint hostess-cum-concubine role to Luther and Malcolm’s four Army buddies. The six guys and Jill barely seemed to leave the house for the whole five days, with the exception of the evenings when they went to one of Luther’s clubs with dining and then headed either someplace to dance or back to the Pink Cabaret. About half the time they were out, Dee was also in attendance. And while she partly helped take some of the strain for Jill, at least in terms of keeping the guys happy during meals and bouts of dancing, Jill was still clearly the main center of attention. The guys enjoyed chatting to and dancing with Dee and would certainly flirt a bit, but they knew the dynamics were different as Dee was clearly Luther’s girl. Whereas from Luther’s words and from Jill’s actions they knew that she’d been provided for and was fully available for their pleasure and entertainment.

Even aside from Malcolm and Luther, there were four guests and only one Jill. Luther had an army of girls he could have called on to provide more entertainment, to share the load, and probably give his buddies more of a shot as the boy-girl ratio would have been more to their liking. But this wasn’t his game. With all the events being recorded, edited, and dispatched to the poor schmuck in L.A., having more girls on hand would just have diluted the twisted game he was enjoying so much.

So instead I had to watch, half-happy and half-tormented, as three-thousand miles away my beautiful wife was wined and dined, twirled and serenaded and generally treated as the belle of the ball by six black guys. Each night, all eight of us (six-plus Veronica and me) knew exactly how the movie reel would end, but knowing this didn’t make the watching and waiting any easier for yours truly.

I can honestly say that even after all the things that Jill and I had been through and experienced this last year, those five days were the most intense and most conflicted. I’d be dishonest if I didn’t say I enjoyed much of what Luther offered me up to watch. After all, if I’d not in part enjoyed it, I’d not have watched it at all.

But what at so many junctures froze me rigid with fear was thinking about the long game. Thinking about where all of this was leading. Jill’s relationship with Chris had lasted just less than six months, had involved only him, and had nearly cost me my marriage. Yet here we were, just two-and-a-half months into Jill’s relationship with Malcolm and I’d heard her proudly declare to Luther and Dee that she loved Malcolm and she was so into her new strip club black-on-white lifestyle that she’d taken a job managing black-owned strip clubs and was now happily playing hostess-cum-sex partner to four guys who she didn’t know from Adam.

The thought of what this meant in terms of what was going on in Jill’s head, and how fast her desires and attitudes were evolving was truly scary. It wasn’t during the night times when I watched the videos Luther provided that I worried and fretted – my senses were too busy during these times – but rather it was during the quieter moments of the day that the siren and nagging voices of fear and doom would whisper in my ear, asking me how long it would be before Jill and I again reached a crisis point just as we had done with Chris.

I had to guess that Luther was paying someone to edit and stitch together the videos he let me see. They were so skillfully crafted to mix raw, raunchy sex with more subtle sights and sounds. A perfectly crafted narcotic for the cuckold voyeur within me that had hatched a year ago and who was now in control of so much of my daily life. Mixing the softer stuff of Jill flirting, dancing, or kissing with one of the new guys with the harder stuff. The scenes of Jill being fucked hard by one or two guys at the same time. The scenes of Jill loving every moment of it, cumming time after time, making sounds she’d not made with me in twenty years of marriage as she gave herself so fully to be the happy sexual toy of guys she’d never met before. The scenes of the stolen moments between Jill and Malcolm – moments they somehow stole between just the two of them amongst all the lust and rutting of the wider group. These scenes and moments in each and every way the most thrilling and the most frightening for me to watch.

Whoever put these videos together for Luther knew his or her art form. Constructing the perfect blend of sex and emotion. Showing me just enough of the three evenings when Jill again danced for them before happily going back to the bench with the straps. Showing me enough of the way they fucked her to be erotic but never boring or repetitive. Showing me just enough that I could see how Jill had developed sexually even just in the short period of five days. The double penetrations of her beautiful married body now clearly something that was almost normal and run-of-the-mill to her. Half the time involving Malcolm, signifying to both me and all the guys present the special place he had in Jill’s heart and in her life. The other times when he wasn’t involved being marked by both Jill and the guys involved seeking his permission, again marking his role, as if he were Jill’s husband, the guy whose permission was needed.

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By the time the three of us finally left L.A. on Monday, I was feeling frail, both physically and emotionally. What with Haley and Veronica’s demands on me, the demand of work, and the way Jill’s antics back home had stoked my addiction and kept me awake longer than was good for me, taking this all together I was severely short of sleep and energy. Both physical and emotional energy.

But before my energy-sapping trip was over, Luther had one final trick to play on me. Luggage safely collected and on our trolley, as we came into the arrivals I felt a lump in my throat as I saw Luther’s evil-looking smile beaming at the three of us. I felt a sense of dread and fear as we slowly closed the distance to where he was waiting, things only becoming clearer when we’d shaken hands and were all standing together. When Luther explained that as Veronica’s boss he’d wanted to come and collect her and Haley, using what sounded a far-fetched excuse that as Haley had school the next day he thought it was his duty to make sure they didn’t have to suffer taxi queues.

As he started moving Veronica and Haley towards the car park I asked where my ride was. With a grin that nearly stopped my heart, he simply said that Jill and Malcolm would be here soon as they wanted to talk to me. With that he turned on his heel and left me alone in my misery, feeling very disconcerted and gazing down at the floor as my mind conjured all kinds of outcomes and directions for the conversation Jill and Malcolm wanted to have with me.

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I don’t know how long these tortured thoughts whirled around in my head or how long I looked down at the floor. But in the end, I summoned enough spirit and resolve to pick my head up, just in time to see Jill and Malcolm walk through the entrance door and start heading in my direction.

Even at a distance, Jill was a picture of sexy loveliness. She was wearing a bright red mini dress that I’d not seen before, the hem so short that it barely covered her hips and would surely give anyone close by a view of her panties if she crossed her legs or allowed the skirt to ride up in even the smallest way. The front was low-cut with a u-shaped scoop that showed off plenty of cleavage and much of the tops of her boobs. The dress perfectly complemented by matching red high heels, the whole outfit instantly perking up my energy levels as my cock hardened and my hormone levels picked up.

As Jill walked over I sensed she was so excited to see me that she wanted to break into a run, but that she just about managed to keep it under control, intent to send some kind of message to me. But when she did finally reach me she stepped away from her man-mountain boyfriend and wrapped her arms around me, her soft skin and the feel of her lips on mine instantly making me feel a million times better.

She kissed me with real heat and passion, the moment going on and on, eventually only broken as she pulled her head back slightly and spoke in hushed tones so Malcolm couldn’t here. “I love you so much, honey, so much. I really missed you, baby, I’m so glad you’re finally home.” Her words immediately giving way to another tight hug and heartfelt kiss. This time the words she whispered to me making me feel less happy. “I love you so much baby, but we’ve got so much to talk about when we get home. So much has happened in the last few days.”

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My sense of confidence from the wonderful kiss Jill had given me lasted barely three seconds, because no sooner were those words said and her impish little smile shared only with me than she was back standing next to Malcolm’s towering black body. Her arm looped through his, her left hand in his right hand as Jill got the three of us moving towards the airport’s Flamingo Garage.

The fact that I was home after nearly a week apart and yet Jill was still with Malcolm rather than me hurt and annoyed me in nearly equal measure. My twisted and worried mind unable to stop myself drawing the comparison with when we’d been to England with Chris and Gemma – when the first week back had been a ‘Chris-free zone’, an agreed rule Jill had been happy to go along with for nearly a full week. But now with her new man, I’d returned after a week apart and he was the one she was clinging to.

If this none too subtle body language had left me upset and worried, the fact that the car waiting to whisk us home was Malcolm’s SUV rather than either of our two cars only added insult to injury. The whole welcome home routine just getting progressively worse. Maybe it was meant with a good heart, but Malcolm taking my heavy luggage from me and lifting it in as if it weighed nothing was a further twist of the emasculating blade. Leaving me with a hurt and pouting expression that I hated, the very opposite of the image I wanted to project – not that Jill could see as she’d climbed in upfront next to Malcolm, leaving me alone on the backbench.

As we drove the short distance back home at least Jill’s attention and conversation was largely trained in my direction, as she peppered me with questions about L.A., the new job offer, and what Veronica, Haley and I had gotten up to in the downtime from my work commitments. The angry and hurt part of my brain wanting to tell that we spend a goodly part of our free time watching her cavorting around like Miami’s biggest tart with six guys, four of whom were total strangers to her but who she was nonetheless happy to let screw her. Whenever their hard dicks led them in her direction, which was often as their long period without a woman meant they were in need of a hole to fuck and Jill was a beautiful and welcoming option for them.

Or maybe I should have called out and told her how I watched the edited highlights of my wife telling Malcolm and his friends how she loved him – something she’d neglected to tell me in any of the calls we shared during my week away.

But instead, I kept quiet about these twin sores which were eating away at my soul, making me wonder what kind of woman Jill had become as she and I had slowly descended into the lifestyle we now lived. My mind thinking how the carefree and happy weekend of John and Becky’s wedding seemed a lifetime ago, not just the two months that had actually passed since then.

At least when we did get home Malcolm had the decency not to hang around. Although Jill remained in his car with him for fully fifteen minutes talking and kissing before she finally gave him a deep and passionate goodnight kiss and watched with a baleful look on her face as he reversed out and headed off, sent on his way with the vision of Jill waving at him in his rearview mirror.

Seeing Jill behave like this – one small, unintended sleight after another – had left me feeling really hurt and unloved by the time Jill finally came in. But thankfully for my sanity and temper, now that Malcolm was gone, the Jill who’d welcomed me at the airport with such a passionate hug and kiss reappeared and pushed the other Jill into the background.

I poured myself a welcome home Scotch and as I turned with drink in hand, I came face-to-face with my beautiful wife who, her heels now kicked off, had glided silently across the floor to resume where we’d left off when she’d first greeted me at the airport. The soft skin of her arms feeling wonderful pressed tightly around my neck, bringing me out in goosebumps as she smiled seductively into my eyes.

“Would the big boss and breadwinner like to go upstairs to get his reward for such a good job in L.A.?” she playfully asked, her eyebrows arched in an exaggerated fashion as she hammed up her part as the vampish seductress.

She looked at me for long moments, our eyes locked together, neither of us speaking, Jill pulling her shoulders back and pushing her chest out to present herself in a way that made it even more difficult for me to say no. Seeing her there like that in front of me, my mind went back to how Malcolm had been able to pick her up and both carry and fuck her as if she weighed nothing. The thought painful in my mind as at that moment, with Jill displaying herself like this, I’d have liked nothing more than to pick her up, carry her upstairs, dump her on the bed and fuck the living daylights out of her until her teasing smile was well and truly gone. Fucked out of her, until she submitted and begged for mercy, once more in her rightful place as my wife and woman.

But that was all just daydreaming. I have many qualities which I know Jill loves, but this type of physical strength is not among them. So instead I had to content myself with how things played out, as Jill kissed me softly, mouthing the words ‘reward time’ into my ear. As her wet tongue hinted at what was to come as it traced its way around the sensitive skin in my right ear, before burrowing deeper in a way that left little to the imagination.

Jill pushed the glass to my lips, nudged it back so I took a deep gulp and then placed it on the table before leading me over to the couch. Still silent she smiled wickedly as she started unbuttoning my shirt, taking her time to rub the light covering of hair on my chest and to tickle and tease my nipples.

She kissed me softly. “I love you, honey. Thanks for the last few days.”

I looked deep into her eyes. “What happened, these last few days?” remembering that I wasn’t meant to know, that Luther had recorded all the footage he’d sent me in secret.

Her grin just got bigger. “Not for now, I’ll tell you later,” she parried, her attention now on my belt buckle as she soon removed my pants and boxers, stripping me so I was now naked before her.

She looked down at my swollen cock in a very clear and obvious way, smiling as she looked up from there until our eyes met again. My sensitive ego thinking her smile was somehow mocking me, making an unfavorable comparison to the six black cocks with which she entertained herself with this last week. Her hand reached out to squeeze me and test my hardness, the fingers of her right hand nearly covering all of my cock in a way they’d certainly not have done for one of her black cocks.

“I love you so much, honey,” she repeated, as if she could read my mind and wanted to reassure me as she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. The warmth and moistness of her mouth feeling magical as I threw my head back and moaned with satisfaction. I loved this woman for who she was and how she made me feel and what we’d built as a couple. But right here and right now I loved her most of all because of how her warm and wet mouth made me feel as it bobbed back and forth on my cock, her finger slipping in a little and teasing my ass. I loved the way my nerve endings were firing me up with wonderful pleasure, even if a dark little corner of my brain wished she wasn’t now able to deep-throat me with such nonchalant ease. Her definition of what was a challenge having been reset by having known so many big cocks over the last year.

Sensing I was close, Jill rose from her knees and led me by my cock up the stairs into our bedroom, using my rod as if it was some kind of leash as she positioned me right in the middle of the bed on my back.

Once again, her eyes never left my own as she smirked and slowly stripped out of the tight red mini-dress Malcolm must have bought for her, showing me she wore a matching red thong but no bra as the garment came up and over her head.

Jill didn’t waste any more time with foreplay, she simply stepped up onto the bed, took a couple of paces and then positioned herself directly above my straining cock. Grasped in her hand, her legs repositioned to put her pussy above its target and two seconds later I was balls deep inside Jill’s warm pussy.

Content just to sit there, her love lips and mons snug against my groin, she grinned. “How do I feel, honey? Do I feel a little looser, a little bigger than when you went away?”

I groaned, her teasing words driving me crazy. “Are you happy, honey? Is this what you wanted? Your naughty wife being a total slut with her boyfriend and five other black guys for a whole week? What would your friends say if they knew I behaved like that and that you loved every moment?”

Although I groaned again from Jill’s words and the slow up and down motion of her pussy on my cock, a big part of me wanted something different. The old Jill and Dave, a loving couple who shared moments like this without the thought of anyone or anything else in their heads. A couple who loved each other and showed this through monogamous and tender love-making.

But looking up at my slowly undulating wife, her big boobs so appealing as she sat astride me, I realized that however much I might have longed for it, this particular ship had sailed long ago. The way that Jill had behaved since I’d landed, the way she was having sex with me both painful reminders of how much things had changed.

“Not like this, Jill. Just you and me, okay? Jill and Dave.”

She knew what I meant, but even though the teasing words stopped, that teasing smile didn’t alter one jot. The smile, the way she slowly eased up and down, both of them giving me the feeling I was being sexed by a skillful and high-class call girl, rather than making love to my best friend and soulmate.

This thought was painful and I toyed with asking Jill again, but I’d asked once and she knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to seem desperate so I left it with her, one ask was enough. But instead of what I wanted Jill slowly eased up and off me and walked further up the bed, planting her newly bald pussy just inches from my face, giving me the closest of close-ups.

“Do I look different, honey? Sharing me with six hunky guys for a week, maybe your sweet little pussy isn’t so sweet and little any more. Do you want to lick me out, honey? Do you want to check?”

Just for a moment, I thought she was going to lower herself down onto my face and give me no choice. I was aware that at other times this might be something I’d have wanted, even including the gentle teasing and trash-talking. But this wasn’t one of those times. This was a time I wanted the woman I loved.

“No, honey, no tonight, not now,” my voice gentle but firm, pushing her away and then moving her onto the bed next to me. “You and me, just you and me, sweetheart.”

I sank into Jill and our lips locked together, Jill’s hands massaging the skin at the back of my neck as she stroked my hair. My hips pumping up and down, doing my best to reconnect by making love rather than just sharing raw sex. I don’t know if I was just imaging it, my mind polluted by her question about whether she felt different, but I started thinking she was looser and a little more stretched out than before. As I slowly pumped in and out, kissing the woman I loved, I tried to put this thought out of my mind, but it just kept on coming back.

Jill and I made love like this for a few minutes, but there was a restlessness about Jill, as if she was distracted and her mind was somewhere else, only her body being there with me in bed. After a few minutes, she wriggled around enough that she’d maneuvered us so that I was back underneath her and she was once again on top of me, riding me and moving her hips in a way that suggested she was desperate to get my cock to touch just the right spot in her pussy. As if unless she found the spot, I was no use to her.

While her hip movement sent this message, her eyes had a faraway and glassy look to them. Not the warm, sparkling ‘happy with life’ twinkle that I was so used to seeing in Jill. Something was missing, it was like I was making love to a facsimile of my loving wife, the real Jill somehow AWOL and mentally someplace else.

Several times I was on the point of stopping everything and calling Jill out on it, but each time there would be just enough of the old Jill to stop me. Just enough of a smile or just enough of a kiss or soft tender touch. But it was a deeply unsettling experience, the first time I’d felt like this on an evening when Jill and I were reunited after she’d spent time with a lover.

When I finally came I almost felt a sense of relief, glad the experience was over because it was so far from what I’d wanted and needed, and as we cuddled together the optimist in me thought that maybe sex was off the table the emotional reconnection I craved would more easily come back to life. But as we lay there kissing and cuddling, I had the same creeping doubt, that Jill was going through the motions physically, but emotionally she was in a different place.

Even though she’d not cum, Jill soon drifted off to sleep, leaving me frustrated, worried, and more than a little angry. Jill’s body was still naked, the sheet draped only over the bottom half, leaving my eyes to roam over her flat tummy and breasts.

Gazing at her tummy I wondered how many times she’d taken a big black cock over the last week. Six guys over six days, multiplied by the carnal hunger of a long Army mission before, we had to be talking easily in excess of a hundred. Who knows, maybe she’d been gunning for the two hundred mark. A thought that in my current mental state left me ninety-nine percent angry and disgusted and only one percent excited. The one percent mentally imagining the repetitive bulge-no bulge-bulge-no bulge pattern of a black cock so deep in her that it actually made a visible mark every time it was thrust deep.

I pushed this thought away and looked further up Jill’s body, seeing the small black spade marking on my wife’s right breast, my mind shivering as I recalled Luther’s comment that he might pay for a permanent version. The thought that Jill had come to bed with me with both the temporary marking and the silver nipple rings still in place just adding to my angst and hurt.

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I was pleasantly surprised the next day when my nostrils woke me up as they relayed the smell of cooked bacon and eggs to the aroma-sensing part of my brain, this pleasant start to the day completed by my slowly opening eyes seeing my beaming wife standing above me with a breakfast tray.

One kiss later she was talking to me. “Sorry, honey. Sorry if I was a bit off last night. It’s just I was a bit nervous, a bit out of sorts.”

Only just awake, I was too sleepy to still be angry, any hurt I might have felt washed away as I looked at that loving smile. “Nervous, nervous about what? What’s there to be nervous about?” I really didn’t understand why with me back home she was nervous.

Jill started to say something, started to explain, but then she stopped herself and changed the subject. “When you’ve eaten and showered, shall we go for a walk in the park?”

I nodded my head, but before my sleepy brain had a chance to probe further Jill had given me one more kiss and then scurried down the stairs, her voice with a noticeable nervous tone calling back after her, “Don’t be too long, honey.” Her poor husband left to worry about the upcoming conversation as I ate and showered as fast as I could.

We drove the short distance to Ingraham Park with Jill doing her best to stop any meaningful conversation about what was on her mind by a non-stop chatter of meaningless small talk. I knew her game and decided to let it pass as we’d be in the park in ten minutes anyway.

The car safely parked we set off hand-in-hand enjoying the beautiful pace and calm of the surroundings. As we walked together in silence, my mind went back to what Jill had said when she’d greeted me at the airport. ‘We’ve got so much to talk about … so much has happened in the last few days,’ Jill’s words echoed around my head. With words as nerve-wracking as this, it took a super-human effort to wait until she was ready, but I was determined that she’d be the one to speak first and lay out what was on her mind.

We were walking with our heads straight ahead, but even though I couldn’t see her face, I could sense the nervous energy radiating from my wife, until finally after about a quarter-of-an-hour of walking I heard a deep intake of breath and knew that Jill was about to share what was on her mind.

“Dave, honey, there’s no easy way to say this ….”

(Thanks cbears52 for your kind help editing)