The Daddy Thing Ch. 02

The Daddy Thing Ch. 02

We sat at our dining table looking across from each other as we quietly ate our pizza and beer. Brooke looked as beautiful as ever, radiant even. And while I loved her more than I ever had, the dynamic of our marriage had changed, and we both knew it.

A few days had gone by since Brooke's last meeting with Dom. I could not get the dominant way he took my wife right in front of me out of my head. I could also plainly see the residual effect that event was having on her. She did not seem to be able to think about anything else either.

"I don't think we are meant to be monogamous," she said unprompted while staring off into space. "I think I always knew I would eventually have sex with someone else someday. I just didn't think it would happen so soon."

I wondered if she knew she was speaking out loud. Did she want to crush me or was she just so caught up in her own thoughts that she wasn't thinking about my feelings?

"You don't have to do it again," I muttered. She shifted her eyes to look at me sadly, as if she felt sorry for me.

"I really liked it... more than I thought I would. Especially with Dom," she said. "I think you're all I'd ever known. I never gave any other guy a chance. But now... everything is different."

"Listen. We can stop now if you want," I said, trying desperately to stuff the genie back in the bottle.

"Do you know anything about his wife?" She asked, abruptly taking the subject on a new path.

"Whose wife?"

"Dom's wife. Aren't you listening?"

"No, why?"

"Just wondering," she said. Silence took over the room for a moment, but I knew she wanted to say more. "Does he love her? He spends a lot of time here and you wouldn't think he'd do that if he really loved her, Right? Shouldn't he be home with her?"

"Yes, he absolutely should."

"But... he doesn't go home to her. He comes here almost every night... because he likes to be here... with me."

"We're still talking about Dom right? Do you think he has feelings for you, honey, because I don't think he has feelings for anyone but Dom."

"You don't think he cares for me?" She asked, raising her voice in challenge.

"He wants to dominate you sexually, especially after the way we berated him earlier. Didn't you hear him? You're just a conquest, honey. And now that he's had you, he probably will move on."

As I spoke, I could see her getting angrier. Her face was reddening, and she balled her fists, slamming them on the table. "NO, KID! He cares for me. You'll see!" And she stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door. Oh, fuck!

I saw Dom at work, of course, and every time he looked at me, he gave me an evil smirk. The guy loved that he had cucked me so convincingly. After all the shit I had given him about Brooke, he was walking on clouds telling Archie all about how he used my wife and turned her into his slut.

I didn't know what to say to him. Please don't fuck the hot woman who is my wife. Leave the super sexy chick who you should never be able to get alone. Don't stick your big fat dick in her willing mouth, pussy or ass ever again.

Somehow, I felt that he might just laugh at such an appeal. I know I would. Hell, anybody would.

Brooke was a once-in-a-lifetime conquest. Babes like that just don't come around every day. I've known that fact all my life, which is why I went after her young and held on.

Now, I could feel her slipping through my fingers. She was quiet and sullen for two days as she waited to hear from him. She asked if I'd seen him at work. Did I speak to him? Did he ask about her? And finally, did he understand that she was truly sorry about how she'd treated him in the past.

I honestly told her that all I had heard in the past two days was him bragging about fucking her. It had the opposite effect than the one I had hoped for. She gave me a big radiant smile and a hug.

He didn't come to work on Friday, and I was glad. I actually hoped that he was sick. I hoped it was something lingering and possibly life-threatening. However, when Archie and I got to the apartment that evening, Dom was sitting on my loveseat, drinking one of my beers and holding my wife. I was surprised, as she should have been at work at that time.

Brooke was dressed in full slut regalia -- red bikini, collar and leash. Dom had the leash wrapped around his fist. They were smiling at us. My head suddenly filled with a landslide of terrible thoughts about what happened here in my home all damn day.

"Hello boys!" Dom greeted us. "How was work?"

"Shitty, as usual," Archie said. "What did you love birds do all day instead of working for a living?"

"You're about to find out. Have a seat." With extreme trepidation, I slowly sat on the sofa with Archie and waited as Dom started his laptop.

"We made our own content," my wife announced with a giggle. "It's really hot."

The screen flickered to life with Brooke kneeling on the carpeted floor of our apartment completely naked except for her collar and her hands behind her back. She was smiling and looking nervous.

Dom's voice came from off camera. "Hello, Baby. Tell us your name and how old you are."

"Hello, Master. My name is Baby, and I'm 20 years old."

"You're very beautiful, and you have some nice big titties. How big are they?"

"Thank you," she said blushing and looking down at her boobs. She scooped them up and held them for the camera. "They're 36 double Ds."

"Very nice. Tell me why you're here today. What are you going to do for me?"

"I'm here to suck your cock and get fucked." She smiled dazzlingly.

"Do you really want me to fuck you? I'm not convinced."

Brooke looked confused just for a minute and then resumed smiling. "Oh yes, master. I'm always eager to please you, and do whatever you want."

"So, why are you so eager to please me."

"Oh, because you have a huge cock. It's just amazing. I'm so excited."

"We fucked already, and you seemed to like it."

"I loved it. It was the best ever. So amazing," she said effusively.

"Are you married, Baby? I think I see a wedding ring."

"Yes," she said, holding her hand up and displaying her ring, then putting her hand back.

"Does your husband know that I fuck you?"

"Yes, he knows." I just kept watching the screen. I didn't turn and look at the real-time couple. I just didn't know if I could handle that.

"Will he watch this?"

"Oh yes. He likes to watch porn," she said with a smile. "I think he really likes it when you fuck me."

"Why is that?"

"Because you can do things to me that he never could. You're the Dominator."

"So are you saying that you let me do things to you that you don't let him do?"

"Oh yes. You can do anything you want!"

Dom moved into the frame, but we could only see him from the chest down. He was naked and his big purple cock stood straight out from under his hairy white gut.

He walked right up to Brooke, and she watched intently as his cock swayed before her. The size of his manhood seemed to almost overwhelm her.

He stopped right in front of her, his cock head bumping into her forehead. She giggled and started to bring her hands out from behind her, but he stopped her.

"No, no, no. You don't do anything until I tell you to. You're my fuck toy today, Baby. Those are the rules. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry," she said looking up at him, truly remorseful. She put her arms back behind her.

Dom reached out, took the crown of her head in his hand and pushed it back so she was looking straight up at him. His thumb and index finger framed her forehead in a dominant manner.

"So what can I do to you, Baby?"

"Anything you want." She smiled up at him.

His other hand came out, and rubbed her cheek, widening her smile. Then the same hand slapped her. She braced herself and absorbed the slap like she expected it. Like she wanted it. Like she wanted to prove something to him.

It reminded me of those videos we'd all watched together that she disliked so much, that she'd walked out on in disgust. But this was a different Brooke now.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

He slapped her harder, twice, forehand and backhand. She once again absorbed the blows and smiled back up at him.

"You're gonna do whatever I tell you, right slut?"

"Yes, master."

"You can touch my cock now."

"Thank you, Master." Obediently, she brought up both of her hands and began to stroke him slowly and gently, careful not to apply too much pressure. She treated it reverently as if it were a holy relic.

Gaining confidence with each passing moment, she started to increase the speed and intensity of her strokes, using both hands to encircle his girth and apply firm pressure.

"You know that I like to talk dirty, right?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I know you enjoy it. Should I say something dirty while I pleasure you?" She raised her gaze to meet his, her own eyes glistening with desire.

"Tell me about my cock. How does it make you feel?"

"I get all wet when I think about it. It's soooo big and powerful. I know it's going to stretch me open. You're going to dominate me with it. Fuck, it's so sexy."

"Do you want to get fucked today, Baby?"

"Oh yes, master. I want to feel you inside me. It makes me crazy just thinking about it." With a small gasp, she increased her pace even more, trying to match her rhythm to the tempo of his breathing.

"Suck my cock, slut. Show me how good a little whore you can be."

Without hesitation, Brooke moved forward and attempted to take Dom's impressive girth into her mouth, but only managed a few inches at first. She used her tongue to swirl around his head, occasionally lapping at the underside of his shaft, as she began to bob her head up and down steadily.

"Deeper slut!"

Eager to satisfy him, she opened her jaws wider and pushed her head forward until the cock was forced into her throat, working hard to give him the pleasure he commanded. Her own excitement was growing with every movement, her breath quickening and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Gag on that cock, bitch."

"Mmmphkkkkk!" She forced her mouth down harder, choking slightly but determined to please him. She struggled to accommodate his entire length, trying in vain to take his fat cock deeper. The sensation of his powerful tool invading her throat brought tears to her eyes, but she persisted, her determination fueled by her own desire.

"That's a good slut, Baby."

"Mmmmggggmm." She tried to thank him, I think, for the compliment, but there was just too much cock in her mouth to make any sense. With renewed vigor, she continued to pleasure him with her mouth, taking as much of his length as she could. Her hands moved in rhythm with her head, helping to guide him as she worked tirelessly to bring him to orgasm.

Dom's grizzled old hands were completely enmeshed in her long brown locks holding her head as he pushed his hips forward.

"Gawwkkk," she gagged, but fought through the sensation. As he fucked her pretty face. Suddenly, he popped his cock from her lips, but still held her hair firmly. She looked up at him, gasping for breath as drool spilled from her gaping mouth.

"Who owns you now, Baby? Me or your husband?"

"You do... master," she said, gasping for breath.

"I broke you, didn't I."

"Yes, master. You dominate me. You conquer me."

"Show me. Keep sucking."

With even greater enthusiasm, she resumed her oral worship, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she pumped his shaft with increasing speed. She seemed to sense his body tensing beneath her touch, and she knew that he was close to the edge.

"My cock loves your mouth, slut."

"I'm so glad to hear that, master. Your pleasure brings me happiness." His meager attempt at affection ramped up the intensity of her strokes, her fingers gripping into his firm flesh as she continued to work her magic.

"Do you wanna get fucked now baby?"

"Yes, please."

Suddenly, the screen froze and the familiar pause bars appeared on it. We all turned to Dom, and I immediately noticed that Brooke's top was discarded and his hand was firmly holding her left boob.

"Well what do you think? Pretty hot so far?" He was looking at Archie.

"The camera is just stationary, and I'm guessing you need help editing it," he said. "The acting was good."

"She ain't acting. That's why it's good. This is fucking gold. Think of the possibilities. Video and images. OnlyFans. Pornhub, etc, etc."

"I see where you're going."

So, unfortunately did I. "Wait a fucking minute. Are we talking about making my wife into a pornstar?"

"It's called a content creator," she said, putting her two cents into the conversation for the first time.

"I don't care what you call it, it's sex work. You have no problem with that?"

"Not if I get to do it with Dom," she said, smiling at him. "Anyway, we did some research about it today. I think I know what I'm getting into."

I could not believe what I was hearing. I had to get her attention and pull her away from Dom's gravitational pull. "Brooke, a lot of those girls make very little money and they end up shunned in their communities. Have you thought about that?"

"I told you we did the research."

"Can we have a private husband and wife conversation?" She looked questioningly at Dom as if she needed his permission. He nodded. We walked into the bedroom. It was hard to take my mind off the swing of her perfect boobs, but I tried.

I couldn't be distracted. I had to shock some sense into her. "What you're talking about is very hard work to be successful. Many of these girls regret getting into OnlyFans."

"Dom says those are just the plain, ugly skanks. He showed me the successful ones, and he says I'm way prettier than they are."

"Whose idea was this? It seems like it was his."

"Well, Dom and I came up with it together. You know, he hates his wife, but she won't let him go, the fucking bitch. And financially, he can't just leave. So, we need money. This is the best idea we could come up with. Plus, the money we can make doing this will make our lives easier, too."

"Yours and mine, you mean?"

"Yes, of course."

"Because it feels like I'm being replaced by an older model. It feels like I'm being cut out when you two are making future plans without me."

"I'm sorry baby, I don't mean to be mean, but if I was picking him over you, it would be an upgrade, not a replacement. But hey, nobody's cutting you out, Kid. It's going to be a corporation, and we all get a piece."

Well, that was the meanest thing she's ever said to me. "Who's we?"

"Well, me and Dom, obviously. We're the talent after all, so we would get the biggest shares. And you can be my manager and help with the web stuff. And Dom says Archie knows cameras, and video and sound and stuff. Then Dom thinks we need someone to handle the money and legal stuff."

"So you weren't fucking all day, I guess."

"No. We did a lot of talking. Are you jealous now? After everything we did together? Remember that you're the one who introduced this... him... into our lives. You could have stopped it at any time."

"What if I want to stop it now?"

She smiled at me and placed a hand gently on my cheek. "What's the saying? The cat's out of the bag... and this pussy wants her scratching post. Anyway, it's just sex."

"You said you loved him."

"Did I? When? I don't remember."

"The last time you had sex."

"I can't be held to something I say when I'm being fucked like that by Dom. I could say anything then. That's not fair."

"What about what you just said on that video?" I pointed towards the living room.

"Oh, that's just acting. It means nothing."

"Dom said you weren't acting. Either way, I don't like it, Brooke. You two planned to get together today behind my back. How am I supposed to feel about that?"

"That's not fair. He just showed up this morning. I didn't know he was coming to see me. What was I supposed to do? You know how much I was missing him."

"So, whatever Dom wants, he gets?"

"Can you stop him? I certainly can't, nor do I want to." She turned with a meaningful flip of the hair and walked back into the living room, taking her place next to Dom. The other two men stopped their conversation about still photography as she kissed the man who was now clearly her primary lover.

Brooke went to get new rounds of drinks for the guys and Dom started the video again. The new scene had the older man laying across our bed with his face cut off again. A fully naked Brooke just mounted him, aligned his cock to her pussy and slowly sank it down on his towering shaft.

"Aaahhhh..." she moaned softly in ecstasy as his bulbous cockhead entered her hot, wet pussy. "I missed you so much, baby."

"Fuck yeah. That's the tight little pussy I've been dreaming about for days. Ride that cock. Make your big titties bounce for me, Baby."

Brooke was going slowly, trying to get used to the feel of that big cock stretching her out again. It was not fast enough for Dom, who forced his hips upward and slapped her thighs and ass to get her moving. "Faster," he snarled.

Her response to this prodding was to lean in and capture his lips with hers, her hands rubbing his chest as she continued to bounce up and down. "Mmm, master, your taste is divine. I could kiss you all day."

Although it was off camera, that act hit me like a gut punch. While she refused to kiss Archie, she was initiating kisses with Dom. This was clearly more than "just sex."

She pushed back up to a sitting position with her hands in his chest. As she rode, she picked up the pace and slammed her hips harder and harder, her own desire building at the same time. Dom grabbed her boobs with both hands, his fingers digging into her flesh. Her head lolled back with a moan.

His right hand lifted off and then slapped her left breast. Brooke's head flipped forward abruptly, long brown hair flying everywhere. She smiled back at him, so he did it again with the other hand.

"Do you like that... when I treat you rough?"

"I love it, master. It turns me on even more. Please don't stop. Dominate me!"

He needed no other invitation and slapped her a few more times. She yipped at the last and hardest one, and they both laughed.

Dom grabbed Brooke's hips and pulled them down hard snug to his. Her face took on an element of determination as they ground their hips together trying to get maximum penetration. Her head fell backward again.

"Aaaahhh! Master, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum on that big cock while it fills you up, Baby." They ground out their mutual orgasm as she yelled, "Fuuuucckkkk, Dooooommmmm."

The screen froze and the pause button came on again. "You broke character, Brooke," Dom said angrily. "We can't use our real names. Now we have to dub that shit over."

"I'm sorry, baby," she said meekly, looking at the ground.

"You'll have a hard time matching the sound," Archie added. "This is why you need me."

"Fuck!" Dom said. "How could you be so stupid, Brooke? Jesus Christ!" He pushed her away and stood up to pace the room.

Silence reigned for a while as Brooke accepted his alienation as her punishment with a pout.

Archie finally spoke. "Is this clip intended as an introduction to Baby?' I think it might be too intense for that. You should build up to the rougher stuff. Tell a story, you know." Who the hell was this guy trying to be, Fellini?

"What fucking story? She's a horny bitch, and I dominate her. That's the story."

"That would be great if you were our only audience, but if you want to make money, it needs to be what the audience wants. The story should be more thought out. What's the storyline?"

Dom was getting it, and we all stopped to watch him think. "Cuck maybe?" he asked, looking at me.

"Maybe," Archie said. "If that's the case we should see her slowly getting into cheating on her husband with different men... or is she going to be with the same guy over and over again. The clips can't all be exactly the same. Is it just you two or would you fuck other guys," Archie asked my wife.

"I don't know," she said, turning to Dom and not me. "What do you think?"

"I don't want to share her, but if it will make more money..."

"No. No. No. Wait a damn minute," I said, my foot firmly planted down. "We're not bringing in any more cocks. This is it. This is the circle."

"I can work with that," Archie said. Sure it was asshole, as long as you can fuck my wife, too. But of course, I didn't mean to include him.

"What's this Brooke tells me about shares? What did you guys talk about?" I asked, still very skeptical.

Dom outlined a tentative plan that he said would need buy-in from a financial expert. He and Brooke had discussed one share each for me and Archie, and three each for him and Brooke. I argued that Brooke should get the most shares as the primary player and the real draw for subscribers.

We debated it for a while and ended with five shares for Brooke. I know I should have negotiated more shares for me, but hell, she's my wife. Community property, right?

They discussed who we could get to manage the finance and legal pieces even though I thought we were getting way ahead of ourselves. Dom said we needed to understand the tax implications at the beginning and draw up sound legal documents for the partnership.

"I just want to protect myself," he said. "I'm putting myself out there, too, and I have to keep this money out of the hands of my damn wife." I had no idea how he planned to do that, but that was his business.

Then came the moment that Brooke decided to announce that my dad was a financial planner. What the fuck! The guys loved that idea because, as family, he might be willing to take a share over getting paid up front with money we didn't yet have.

"We are not bringing my father in on a business that includes his daughter in law -- the mother of his future grandchildren -- becoming a damn pornstar!" I practically shouted. They all looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Content creator," Brooke threw back at me in a clear sharp angry voice. "Not a pornstar."

"Whatever," I volleyed right back.

"Ok folks, no need to lose our tempers here," Archie said. "Kid, you know it'll be public. Families will learn about this. Neighbors will learn about it. Coworkers will see it. It can't be hidden. People... men... in this town will subscribe to see Brooke naked and doing the dirtiest of deeds. That's what we want."

They all stared at me and waited for my reaction. Fuck, fuck, fuckitty fuck! I knew this, of course, but not my fucking dad. I knew it got me hot as hell to see my wife with these guys. But my dad seeing that? No fucking way.

"He loves me. He'll do it. I can talk to him," Brooke said to Dom. "I think he's actually got a thing for me."

"Holy shit, you dad's hot for your wife," Archie laughed at me.

"Brooke! Fuck! Wait, goddamn it," I said. "I can't handle that right now." This shit was getting away from me, and I was scared to death. Being a cuckold was something I thought about for a while now, and admittedly a turn-on in our small group, but the whole world? I had to think through this.

I remembered back to our engagement. Dad had always liked Brooke and was so proud of me when I landed her. He patted me on the back and handed me a beer to celebrate.

"Quite a girl son," he said back then. "She turned into a real beauty. You are the luckiest guy ever."

It came about a year after he and mom split up, and he was taking it hard. We sat on his back patio that night, and I watched my Dad do something he rarely did and get drunk. As he did, he kept talking about how lucky I was.

"That girl's a real prize, son," he finally slurred. "So sweet, so pretty. And a body like that doesn't come along everyday. A real dream machine. Tell me, what does it feel like to take those big firm young tits in your hands?"

I'd never heard my dad talk like that about any woman, especially Brooke. I should have said something, some kind of rebuke, but I was just so surprised at his out-of-character vulgarity. It never did happen again, and all he ever showed her was kindness and respect.

The silence stretched on in our living room while my mind wandered and finally Archie broke it again. "Ok, we can hold off on that decision for now," Archie said. "There is a ton of other work to do first anyway." Everyone agreed to postpone any financial or legal decisions.

After some more group discussion around the process of developing storylines and scripts, Archie took his leave with the understanding that he would be the writer, director and editor of the images and videos. He was ridiculously excited about the project. I guess he had visions of money and pussy running through his head.

I didn't like the way my two so-called friends were making all the plans and getting ready to take advantage of me and Brooke. I stepped out of the room to go to the bathroom and on my way back I overheard Dom giving instruction to Brooke to get me on board. She promised that she would and asked him not to worry.

Almost as soon as he was gone, she said we had to talk. I definitely agreed. Her behavior this day was unacceptable and I planned to get to the bottom of it.

My eyes drifted to the TV screen where my naked wife sat frozen in time cumming on Dom's cock. I couldn't get my mind off the fact that she had fucked him behind my back all day when they were both supposed to be at work. Hell, when I was at work.

I shifted my gaze to the laptop that still rested on the table, and I suddenly remembered that Dom did not cum on camera. I walked to it, sat down and started the video again.

I got to see the rest of Brooke's orgasm as she shook and spasmed while he powerfucked up into her. Despite my anger and my confusion, my cock began to harden in my pants. Fuck, but it was hot to see such a beautiful young woman fuck an out-of-shape old man.

I guess it was the taboo nature of it. Old men shouldn't take advantage of younger women. That's not how my dad raised me.

More than that, younger women shouldn't be so turned on by an older man. It was unnatural.

Yet, there it was on my 75" TV screen. Brooke was in raptures as she rode out a massive orgasm on Dom's big cock. It was a scene I never imagined possible just a short time before.

The screen changed with another rough cut and a new scene appeared. Now, my wife was on all fours looking at the camera as he fucked her from behind. Dom's face was not visible again.

My wife's face, however, absolutely was. Dom was pulling on her hair which forced her to look directly into the camera. She wore a mask of ecstasy as he hammered her from behind. Her boobs danced below her with each blow of his hips. The audio was just grunts and moans and the slapping of flesh.

"Fuuuuccckkkk mmeeee, baaaaabbbbyyy!"

"You wanted it, bitch. Calling me all week. Texting me. Begging for my big cock. Well... here... it... is." The last three words were all punctuated with vicious fuck thrusts.

"Uuggguuuhhhggugghhhgguuughhhh," she wailed.

I felt something at my side as Brooke sat down next to me and watched herself on the screen. "Pretty hot, huh?" She whispered into my ear. "That bastard sure can fuck."

I was getting pretty tired of hearing about how great a lover he was, but I couldn't deny what he was doing to my wife in the video. He held her down and railed away at her as she begged him for more.

"Oohhhjj Gooooddddd, baaaaaaabbyy. Fuuuuckkkkk mmeee haaarrrrrrddd!" came booming from the laptop speakers.

I felt Brooke's hand come down on my crotch and realized how hard I was at that moment. "You like it, Kid? Seeing me get fucked like that?" More whispers tickled my ear as her hand rubbed the outside of my pants.

"I'll bet you wish you could fuck me like that. Don't you? It sure gets you hard watching it. Too bad your dick is so... small. You'll never be able to do that to me. You see how her dominates me?"

I was not going to ask her for sex. I had my pride to consider, and I didn't want to be completely pathetic. So, I waited for her to instigate it. However, she just kept slowly rubbing me like that.

"You're gonna see me get fucked like that a lot from now on. You and everyone else who is willing to pay a fee."

You know what they say about a hard dick having no conscience? Well it doesn't have a hell of a lot of pride either. All I could think about right then was Dom fucking Brooke anytime he wanted, filming it and showing the videos to all my friends and family. And my dick just got even harder.

Brooke continuing to whisper naughty, taunting shit in my ear was not helping. "So you know how many men will pay to see this? Do you know how many men have looked at me over the years and longed to fuck me? I'll bet even Dad would like to see it. Don't you think? Surely, you've noticed how he looks at me. I certainly have."

And there it was magnified at 100X. Every longing stare. Every hug held too long. Every kind compliment. My father had an unfatherly thing for my wife, and I fucking knew it. And worse, she fucking knew it, too.

"Does that get your little boner going, Kid. Would you want to sit there and watch all those guys go apeshit over me? Wanna see your Dad go crazy for me?"

"Goddamn it, Brooke! Don't!" I hissed.

"Don't what --- point out the obvious? Do you know how many times I've caught him staring at my tits? How many times he patted my ass when you weren't looking? How many times I felt his hard cock against my belly?"

"Don't!"

"Maybe I should go over to his place tonight and see if Dad wants to be a part of our little venture. He'll do it for me. He'd do anything for me. He loves me."

"Brooke, stop."

She finally reached for my zipper and began to slide it down. I felt her slender hand slip inside the fly and search for my cock. In seconds, she had liberated it from my jeans. Thank the lord.

"Oh, look," she said. "All this talk has made your little cock so hard." Her hand took hold of it at the base and gave it a tight squeeze.

"Do you want a little help with this, Kid?"

"Fuuuckkkk yyeeessss." With that admission, I hoped for a little something, possibly a blowjob or a pussy fuck, but she just began jerking it with her hand.

"You can admit that you want everyone to see Dom fuck your wife... like that." She said, pointing at the TV. "It's OK. You like to watch other men... better men... fuck me."

"Ooohhh God, Brooke. You evil bitch."

She was wanking me harder as she whispered into my ear, "I'm your evil bitch... Ooops. No!... I'm Dom's evil little slut. See, look."

Brooke on the screen was screaming for Dom to never stop fucking her as he pulled her hair and fish hooked her mouth with his other hand. Her eyes and his were looking directly at the camera. At me.

It was complete depravity -- me getting jerked off forcibly by my young wife as her old lover fucked her right before my eyes. This was, without a doubt, the best porn I'd ever seen. And not just because my wife was the star.

Anyone would pay handsomely to see a beautiful young beauty queen fuck the ugly old trash man, or plumber, or boss, or whoever. It was a tale as old as time. We would make a ton of money... and I started thinking about all it could buy... and how much easier our life could be.

"You're gonna let me have my way. Aren't you, Kid?" she hissed in my ear as she squeezed my dick in a vise-like grip. "Dom and I are going to do this, and you won't stop us, understand?"

"Yeeeeesssss, ma'am." Fuck, I was about to cum. I would have promised her anything if she'd just let my poor dick release its load.

"That's a good little boy," she said sweetly. And I came. Fuck, but I came all over her arm and my stomach. I don't ever remember cumming that much before. It was maybe the most powerful orgasm of my life.

For the first time since I sat down, I looked over at Brooke. She was still dressed in just her bikini bottom and collar. She was smiling.

"Where's the leash?"

"Oh, Dom has it. It belongs to him now. Oh! You didn't think I'd give it to you, did you," she laughed.

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Days went by as the group made plans. Archie set up dates for photo shoots. Interestingly, we did the first one at a store we were remodeling late at night. Brooke was dressed as a sexy construction worker, at least for a while.

Archie started shooting with her fully dressed and slowly disrobing. He planned to use the dressed one for social media and the naked ones for OnlyFans. I had to admit that he seemed to know what he was doing and the images looked pretty damn good. I had no idea he had that kind of talent.

Brooke ended the shoot by giving Dom a blowjob through a gloryhole we made in a false Sheetrock wall as Archie filmed it. It was so fucking hot, I pulled out my dick and rubbed one out while watching.

Archie joked that next time, he'd round up all the Mexican guys on the crew for a bukake shoot. We all laughed, including Brooke who, at the time, was cleaning up a facial from Dom.

As we all had to keep working our day jobs, most of this "content creation" work came in the evenings. It restricted a lot of the photos we could take. I had to admit that Archie knew what he was doing. Apparently, he learned a lot of this stuff in the Navy as a broadcaster and journalist on a ship. I didn't even know that was a military job.

Brooke's appreciation of Archie was also growing as they sat together and picked images and clips from his laptop to be used in her social media. The created reels together and laughed as they thought up the comments to go with them.

It was my job to set up the web stuff, and I spent many evenings doing that while photography was taking place somewhere else in the apartment. During those nights, I sometimes overheard the sound of my wife getting fucked.

As was my custom when that happened, I wandered out one night to find out what was going on. There was Brooke down on her knees on our bedroom floor, completely naked and holding a cock in each hand. She was happily bouncing back and forth alternately sucking Dom and Archie. No one even noticed that I was there.

"You're a really good cocksucking slut, Baby," Archie said.

"What time does your husband get home," Dom asked.

"Don't worry about him," she said between licks of their dicks. "He can watch when he gets here." The guys laughed and Brooke giggled around the cock that was stuffed in her mouth.

So far, the sexual activity we captured was very light and followed the cuck storyline the guys agreed to. Archie had made the point that we could slowly increase the level of kink over time because the audience would always want more and more. So, it was better to start slow. It was a good point, and I appreciated that they were not abusing my wife on camera... at least not yet.

Watching her be with more than one man at the same time for the first time kind of blew me away. I mean, there are scenes you think you'll see in your life and things you don't. Certainly, I never expected this one.

I was spellbound watching her lunge one direction for one dick and back the other way for another -- with such enthusiasm. She was in sexual heaven enjoying those cocks. The guys didn't move an inch. They just let her worship their cocks like a complete slut.

It was clear to me that in all those nights of watching porn with us, my girl had learned a thing or two. I watched as she pulled their cocks toward her and tried to get both in her mouth simultaneously. If I thought the guys having their cock heads rubbed together was going to be a problem, I was soon proven wrong. As long as her mouth was included in the action, they didn't seem to care.

When she took both cocks at the base and slapped her cheeks with them while looking right at me, I almost came in my pants. Just when I thought I had already seen the hottest shit ever, she does something like that. Fuck!

After that, Archie stopped the action and moved lights and camera tripods around. They got Brooke on the bed fluffing their dicks back to attention. Then Archie knelt at her head while Dom got between her legs. Again the frame was carefully managed to maintain the guys' anonymity.

"Kid, can you check to see if we're all good in the frame?" I did and it looked OK to me. "What about the lighting? Any hot or dark spots?" I adjusted a few lights, hit record and off they went.

I wanted so desperately to get in the action, to fuck my own wife for a change. After a night of shooting, she'd always be too worn out and sore. These two old guys were fucking my young wife exclusively, and I was left holding my dick. Even though I got off on watching, I was starting to have concerns about this new arrangement.

I mean it was hot watching her get fucked like that with a cock in each end, listening to her moan through one cock as she was being pounded by the other. I found myself all too often trying to stay silent and out of the way.

I also had to admit that I liked the dirty talk. The guys really knew how to say nasty and humiliating things about the husband's small cock while they were fucking her. I know it was part of the script, but it was me they were talking about. It both got me revved up and pissed off at the same time.

Sex with my own wife was nonexistent. The only time I was getting in these videos was when I was a prop in the foreground wanking my cock while they fucked on the other side of me. It was demeaning. And really hot.

Every day at work, I had to hear Archie explaining his next photoshoot idea to Dom. They wanted to find new and more interesting locations for the photoshoots as they planned the launch of Baby onto social media.

I was never a participant in these discussions. If I tried to bring up any ideas, they were either shot down or ignored. When I tried to discuss how I was being left out to Brooke, she just told me not to act like a baby.

The weeks went by as we stockpiled content. I was beginning to think that it was never going to end. Brooke and Dom opened a bank account together. It was explained to me that it was done so his wife couldn't get her hands on his share of the money, and he didn't feel comfortable having my name on the account.

These were the kinds of behind-your-back moves that make a cuck feel unloved and nervous. It felt like I was a part of the past and not the future. I was part of the old unit, and the new one was Dom and Brooke.

Then I got a call from my dad. Without consulting me, Brooke had approached him about her new business venture, and he wanted to know what the hell was going on. So, the fuck, did I.

I had kept my mouth shut during all this ramp up to her online debut, but this was not acceptable. I specifically told those assholes not to talk about it with my dad, and they fucking went around me. And now, he was coming over to talk with me.

When dad arrived, he was more than upset. How could we do something so dumb? Why would I want Brooke to put herself out there on the internet?

I did my best to explain what we were doing. It was a chance for us to get ahead, I said. It was Brooke's idea and what she wanted. We had friends who were helping, and we just needed someone to manage the money we hoped to make. She wanted him to do it because she trusted him.

"I don't understand you, son," Dad said, "This is your wife we're talking about. It's Brooke. Perfect, beautiful Brooke. Why would you let this happen?"

"I don't know... exactly. We got into some areas that may have gotten away from us. She now sees her body as a cash cow. Some of our friends haven't helped."

"This is so stupid. Your wife is a very special woman, young man, and you should keep her to yourself."

In the middle of this shouting match, my wife came in from shopping in a new sundress that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage. She was maxing out our credit cards on wardrobe, and it showed.

She hugged my dad and thanked him for promising to help her. He hadn't mentioned to me that he'd already agreed to do so. He immediately lowered his voice and said she should know that she could always count on him.

When he told her that I had explained everything, she went into a discussion about Dom and Archie, and how much Dad would like them. She explained both their roles like it was nothing.

My dad gave me a blazing look, and I wanted to crawl under my chair. Even worse, as she spoke, his face turned from anger to pity. Fuck, but this was going to be hard.