Desperation Payments Ch. 04b

Desperation Payments

Chapter Four, Ending Two

Note: This is a more extreme ending. It has themes of cuckolding and humiliation. It does not end well for Sarah or Jake, her husband. Fair warning. If you don't like this kind of thing, skip this ending PLEASE.

It was Saturday at noon. Jake Robbins was sitting on his living room sofa, trying to watch TV. He had already given a $5000 retainer that he couldn't afford to an attorney to take his case. He was fairly certain he was going to be arrested for embezzling company funds from the pharmaceutical company he worked at. He was innocent, but he'd seen the preliminary evidence, and it seemed pretty conclusive. He was being framed. He had no idea why or who though.

To top it all off, his wife had gone away for a 3 day weekend to do a lingerie/nude photo shoot for some fashion brand he never heard of. The reward was more than enough money to pay for the lawyer, though, so he was grateful for her sacrifice.

He took out his phone and looked up pictures of his wife. He went to the special folder where he had the nudes that she would send him from time to time. The most recent one was one that he took of her last Thursday, after they shaved off all of her pubic hair.

She stood there in their master bathroom, her blonde hair darker from being wet and slicked back. She still had some makeup on from earlier that day, so her face was flawless. Her bright loving smile was beaming from her face and beautiful light green eyes. Her dimples showed. Those dimples only showed when she was truly smiling and happy. No one saw them in her modeling pictures, only Jake.

Her flawless skin shone from the shower she had taken and the skin cream treatments she had smoothed all over her body. She had perfect full 34D breasts with pink nipples that were slightly bigger than quarter sized with pencil erasers in the center.

Her hands were on her stomach, which was a flat, 22 inch waist with sexy abs that were visible, but still soft, not sharp. She had small sinewy biceps that only accented her femininity. Her waist flared out into 34 inch hips that sloped down from her waist sensually.

The next picture showed her looking backwards over a glistening heart shaped ass that defied gravity, without a hint of cellulite anywhere.

Jake's penis twitched when he gazed at those two photos. Lust replaced his profound love and he began to slowly reach into his shorts and stroke his cock.

His reverie was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Jake went to the door and looked at the camera and saw two well built dark haired men in black suits wearing black sunglasses. They had earpieces.

Oh god! It's the FBI! I'm being arrested already! panicked Jake.

Jake sighed at the inevitable and resigned himself to what was ahead. He opened the door and looked at the men. They were at least half a foot taller than Jake's 6 foot 2 inch height and well built, looking like silverback gorillas wearing suits.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Robbins? Mr. Jake Robbins?" asked one of the men.

Jake sighed heavily.

"Yes, that's me," he said, a hint of dread in his voice.

"Please come with us, Mr. Robbins. It concerns your wife, Sarah Robbins." said the man.

"Sarah?!" blurted Jake, alarmed. "What's the matter? Is she hurt? Is she ok?"

"Just come with us, sir, and your questions will be answered," said the man. "Please hurry. Time is wasting."

Cold fear gripped Jake as an iceberg formed in his stomach. He slipped on some sandals and left with the men immediately in his t-shirt and shorts.

Jake rode in a stretch limousine sitting beside one man and across from the man who spoke to him earlier.

"Look, I need to know what's going on," demanded Jake, shortly after they drove away from his and Sarah's shared apartment.

"I apologize, Mr. Robbins, but we are not authorized to tell you anything until we reach our destination.

The limo pulled up to a tall glass building with mirror windows. Another man in a black suit opened the door and the two men got out; beckoning Jake to follow.

"God Damn It, man," spat Jake, annoyed.

He had no choice but to follow if he wanted to learn about what is happening with his wife.

They went through a metal detector in a lobby with several imposing guards armed with assault rifles. A long elevator ride later, they stepped out into a nondescript white tiled hallway. By this time there were two men in front and two men behind Jake leading him down the hallway to a white metal door. They walked through the door to a white room with dark walls. There was one chair in the middle of the room that was attached to the floor.

A man with a long white coat and a stethoscope stood in the room. He was tall, maybe mid 50s, but still handsome in a distinguished way.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Robbins. My name is Dr. John Smith." said the man, a serious look on his face.

"Look, I need to know-" started Jake.

"Stop, Mr. Robbins," said Dr. Smith, holding up a hand. "You need to follow my instructions exactly if you want to move forward and learn about your wife."

"Wh-what?" said Jake, bewildered.

"Take off your shorts and underwear. You can leave your shirt on," stated Dr. Smith with no emotion.

"Huh? No Way! Fuck off!" shouted Jake, putting up his fists, glancing around at all the men in the room.

The doctor sighed heavily. He looked at Jake standing there seemingly ready to fight men who were clearly better than him at fighting.

"Very well, Mr. Robbins, sit down in the chair so I can examine you," said Dr. Smith. "The person through the door on the opposite side of the room is extremely sensitive to germs and we need to examine you for any lesions or signs of disease."

"O-ok," said Jake.

Dr. Smith walked to a wall. Touched a place on it, and an alcove opened up. As Jake followed him with his eyes, Two men walked to his left side and two walked to his right side and all four held down his arms against the arms of the chair.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! STOP IT! STOP!!" shouted Jake, outraged.

"Relax, Mr. Robbins," said one of the men. The same one that had spoken to him outside his apartment.

Dr. Smith walked up with some thick leather straps and strapped down Jake's wrists to the arms of the chair. They did the same thing with his legs, pulling them apart.

Dr. Smith retrieved some trauma shears and cut off Jake's shorts and underwear, leaving his legs spread and his cock out.

"D-don't do this! Please stop! Please!" screamed Jake.

"Relax, Mr. Robbins, we will not penetrate any of your orifices. This is actually an examination, just like we told you," said Dr. Smith.

From the alcove, Dr. Smith retrieved a helmet looking device and slid it over Jake's head. He then attached some sensors to Jake's chest. Jake was panicking. Dr. Smith slapped the side of Jake's helmet, getting his attention. Jake stared at Dr. Smith.

"Mr. Robbins, pay very close attention to me," warned Dr. Smith. "Your life and Sarah's life depends on this."

Jake stopped and stared at Dr. Smith and met his gaze.

"You MUST. And I mean MUST watch the video that I am about to show you. DO NOT LOOK AWAY. Do you understand?"

Jake stared at Dr. Smith, terrified.

"What the fuck kind of doctor are you??" wept Jake.

Dr. Smith laughed.

"Just do as I say, Jake, Ok?" said Dr. Smith.

The black wall Jake was facing turned into a video screen. Jake saw a high definition still of his wife in bed on her knees next to what looked like a very beautiful woman with long black hair. Jake had to look twice, but the brunette had what looked like a fake erect penis attached to some kind of strappy harness.

"W-what? What is this? Sarah? I-is that Sarah?" cried Jake, tearing up.

The doctor reached into his coat, pulled out a remote control, and pressed a button on it. The action on the screen started to move, but there was no sound. Sarah bent down and kissed the other woman deeply, moving down to her breasts; licking and sucking them. Jake recalled they had talked about having threesomes with another woman or man, but both of them had voiced their disdain for being with a person of the same sex, Sarah being even more decisive and vocal than Jake.

"I don't have any inclination towards lesbian stuff AT ALL," Sarah had stressed seriously at the time. "The thought makes me sick! Although it would be sexy to see you with another hot guy."

John had begged off of that immediately. No way; so it had remained a fantasy for both of them.

But there she was, licking and sucking another woman. The other woman had a small oval object in her hand and her thumb pressed on it a few times, causing the brunette to shudder and drop the object. Sarah climbed onto the fake penis and worked it into her pussy, She began undulating her hips back and forth on it, both her and the woman had their faces contorted in ecstasy.

An arm reached out and pushed Sarah down onto the woman, where she started kissing her deeply and passionately. A man moved into view behind Sarah.

"I-is that John? That's John Kinsey, isn't it? The head of cybersecurity??" blurted out Jake in disbelief.

John looked up directly at the camera and smirked and winked. He mouthed some words that Jake couldn't detect and pointed at Sarah, who was caught up in devouring the other woman's tongue and lips. Then he smirked and did a thumbs up.

John poured something from a tube onto his fingers and began to stick them into Sarah's asshole. Sarah flinched and shot up; looking back at John and having intense words with him. John was stone-faced and was talking with Sarah very seriously. Sarah's countenance fell and her shoulders dropped, The other woman reached up and was speaking to Sarah kindly. rubbing her tummy and thighs. Sarah had a sad look on her face and then nodded yes. After that, she bent over the beautiful brunette and began kissing her again.

John began sticking his lubed fingers in Sarah's ass again, causing her to flinch. Then, John moved his fingers around in slow circles in Sarah's anus. Jake was baffled because Sarah was rankled at the mere mention of anal sex before, calling it "nasty and gross." Jake then noticed that his penis was erect.

"Stop this! Stop it! Turn it off!" shouted Jake angrily, embarrassed.

The man in the black suit and sunglasses whom had spoken with Jake before whispered to the man standing beside him, pointing at Jake's erection. The man standing beside him reached in to his pocket, pulled out a money clip, and peeled off $20 and gave it to the first man.

"Looks like he's one of those," he said after handing it over, shaking his head with an expression of disgust.

On screen, John pressed his cock into Sarah's ass slowly, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes. Dr. Smith hit another button on the remote and the sounds of their pleasure could be heard now. John had inserted his entire shaft in Jake's wife's asshole. He looked up at the camera and smirked and winked again. He began to fuck Sarah's ass.

"I can feel the vibrations!" John happily exclaimed while thrusting.

The three of them seemed to find a rhythm as Sarah's moans began to fill the room. Jake's cock was rock hard and turning red, almost purple.

"Turn it off, please!" Jake begged while weeping bitterly. "Please turn it off!"

"Open your eyes and look, Mr. Robbins!" shouted Dr. Smith. "DO IT!"

Jake stared at the three undulating bodies. He saw John occasionally silently smirking at the camera and pointing at Sarah and then giving the thumbs up and smiling in a mocking way.

"Fuck me! Both of you! Fuck me!" screamed Sarah, her head thrown back.

Jake couldn't turn away, as much as he wanted to. He shook his head no, weeping openly now.

"Sarah, noooo! Stop! Please turn it off!" cried Jake, weaker this time.

"Oh God!! I don't care! I don't care anymore!" shouted Sarah to the ceiling.

Jake saw his wife quiver and jerk as her orgasm overtook her. John thrust into her deeply and held it there, vocalizing incoherently with his own orgasm. The beautiful brunette below Sarah shook her head from side to side and arched her back, a rictus of pleasure on her face as her orgasm had its way with her.

At that moment, Jake came with a shuddering climax, blowing ropes of cum all over his chair and lap as his cock pulsed and pulsed. He wept with sadness at seeing his wife's infidelity, but also with shame that he was sexually aroused by it.

"Pay up," said the first man to the second man, who went into his pocket again, pulled out his money clip again, and peeled off five more $20 bills into the first man's hand.

Dr. Smith signaled the two men and they walked to Jake's left side and held down his forearm.

"What? What are you doing?" cried Jake, alarmed, tears streaming.

The doctor walked up to Jake holding a syringe, wiped a cotton ball with alcohol on the crook of his elbow and then gently inserted the syringe's needle into a vein. He slowly pushed the plunger, injecting Jake with the clear liquid. He pulled it out and rubbed it again with the cotton ball and taped it down over the injection site. He walked over to the alcove and deposited the used items there. After setting the items down in the alcove, he walked back over to where Jake was seated.

Dr. Smith took off the head gear and sensors that he had placed on Jake's body and put them back in the alcove where they had been originally retrieved from. He He turned and walked to Jake, who was still sitting and squatted down to look him in the eyes.

"Mr. Robbins, I'm going to release your straps." warned Dr. Smith. "I want to encourage you to calm down and not fight back. These men are all bigger and stronger than you and are also trained soldiers. If you attack us, I assure you that you will be the only one who gets hurt."

Dr. Smith dropped a towel, a package of wet wipes, and some hospital scrubs on the floor next to Jake. Then, he released Jakes straps on his wrists and ankles. Jake's head fell into his hands and he wept. He wept for the death of the life he had before this weekend. He wept for his wife's obvious sexual pleasure in the arms of another man and another woman, doing sex acts she had vehemently denied him. He wept because he had enjoyed watching it to the point of a spontaneous orgasm without even touching his penis. He wept because, purely physically, it was one of the best orgasms he ever had and the shame was too much for him to bear.

Dr. Smith put the straps into the alcove, touched a section of the wall, and the alcove closed. He turned and walked back to Jake and looked at him with empathy.

"Clean yourself up, get dressed, and step into my office," said Dr. Smith with what seemed to be true pathos, putting his hand on Jake's shoulder and squeezing it. "It's going to be ok, Jake, I promise. You'll be ok. Both you and Sarah. But we need to have a chat first."

Jake composed himself and cleaned himself with the wet wipes, drying himself with the towel. He took off his cum stained t-shirt and put on the hospital scrubs without underwear. He wiped his tears with the towel and walked into Dr. Smith's office. Sniffing mucous away.

Dr. Smith gestured for Jake to sit down in a comfortable leather chair opposite his desk. Jake sat down. The injection the doctor had given him was already starting to work. Jake's emotions quieted down and he sat there, emotionally numb.

"First of all, Jake, I just want to apologize to you," said Dr. Smith, his head cocked to the side in concern. "Normally, when a woman like your wife surfaces, we acquire her before she is able to form any real romantic lasting attachments. We certainly find her before she becomes legally bound to another person. Again, I'm so sorry. She just seemed to slip through the cracks.

"We have AI jobs looking for potentials now, so it's much more thorough these days. They look for specific secondary sex characteristics and the so-called 'golden ratio' in their faces and these are sent to men who then sort them based on their suitability and attractiveness."

Dr. Smith sighed heavily and looked apologetically at Jake.

"I'm afraid your wife received top marks in all categories. It's a very stringent process. If you remember the woman your wife was with in the video just now, she was a candidate herself, but her breasts were practically nonexistent. She has since gotten implants, but the group I represent wants all of their concubines to be natural and not surgically altered."

"What group? Concubines?" asked Jake dully.

"Yes," answered Dr. Smith. "Jake, the group I represent are a social group consisting of very rich and powerful men. These men are so powerful and have so much money that they can arrange it so their names don't show up on any lists. They take phone calls from presidents, kings, dictators.

"Because it pleases them, they take the top women of the world when it comes to certain physical and psychological traits and these women become concubines for them until such time as they are done with them and new younger women are found and groomed."

Dr. Smith got up from his chair and walked around to Jake, who was still sitting there, dazed. He put his arm on Jake's shoulder and squeezed as if to comfort him.

"Jake, I'm going to be real with you. Sarah is a truly elite level woman. We haven't seen someone like her for years. She's probably going to be with us for a while. A long while."

Jake began to tear up. He was missing her already.

"But, the group will eventually tire of her," assured Dr. Smith. "She will be returned to you when they're done with her. Every effort will be taken to preserve her physical beauty including cutting edge and expensive cosmetic treatments and surgeries from the best doctors in the world. I'm reasonably confident we'll be able to return her to you in a very acceptable state when we're done with her."

Dr. Smith squeezed Jake's shoulder again.

"I do have to tell you that she's not going to be pristine. She'll be changed mentally, and maybe even a little physically. But, according to the psychological profiling we've done on her, we are certain that her love for you is deep and abiding. She will run back to you with all the love in her heart and embrace you and forget everything like a long nightmare because she will be with her true love, her soulmate at long last! That's the narrative we're going to use in order to get her to perform for us."

"You fuckers are evil," stated Jake without emotion. The drugs were in full swing.

"We have an enormous responsibility, Jake. You cannot comprehend the level we work at. It's so far above you, you wouldn't even believe me if I described it to you. With these tremendous responsibilities comes tremendous rewards. To achieve these, we must place ourselves above conventional morality. Please try to understand the pressures we're under."

Tears began to flow from Jake's eyes, although he wasn't sobbing anymore.

"Call it whatever you want," said Jake. "It's still evil."

Dr. Smith leaned back with a serious look on his face.

"Be that as it may, you're in our orbit now, Jake; you and Sarah both," said Dr. Smith, matter-of-factly. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

The doctor smiled a little.

"It's not all bad news Jake." assured Dr. Smith. "Let me tell you how your life will be from now on.

"First, you will be paid $10 million in a laddered income portfolio. The interest it bears of roughly $35 thousand a month will be deposited to your bank account monthly. You will be paid $1 million every January 1st for the duration of your wife's time with us. You will no longer have to pay any income, property, or capital gains taxes. You will have to pay sales taxes on whatever purchase you make. Nothing we can do about that. The $1 million 'salary' we give you will be adjusted for inflation every year so you will receive the same buying power that $1 million dollars has today. You won't be able to live an extravagant life like the group I represent but you will want for nothing. You will, of course be able to afford a home, automobiles, whatever tools or equipment you need for whatever passion you pursue. Even then, we'll give you an email address and you can make specific requests for directed funds and equipment. Even concert and sports tickets! Front row VIP backstage passes!

"Since we know that one of your passions is snow skiing, we took the liberty of transferring ownership of condominiums in both Snowbird, Utah and Zermatt, Switzerland in your name. They're not luxury residences of course but they are well appointed. Anyway, we figure you'll be using your time on the slopes and not hanging out inside."

Jake looked at the doctor dully, his emotions dead on the surface but screaming beneath it.

"And all I have to do is just give you my wife, huh?" confirmed Jake bitterly. "Just sell her to you and walk away?"

"Not quite, Jake," answered Dr. Smith. "The price for this new lifestyle is your marital fidelity.

"You see, the main control we have over Sarah is her hope and her love for you. We are threatening your life and limb with Sarah in order to coerce her into doing our bidding. What's keeping her going is the notion that you two will be reunited in the future. A true love reunited. The stuff of romance novels!

"Because of this, she will be allowed to hire investigators whenever she wishes for the purpose of doing spot checks to confirm what we're telling her. She will want to check up on what you're doing with your life because she loves you so much! We don't want her to see you having any kind of loving relationship with another woman. That would cause her to not be cooperative any more. We won't control when and where she will spy on you or she'd know we were controlling the narrative. That's why you can't have any kind of permanent relationship with another woman. You could perhaps utilize a prostitute, we could arrange a high quality one from time to time. But you won't be able to see any individual woman more than once or twice. You certainly cannot have a family with anyone else. No kids.

"Sarah will be provided with morning after pills as well as abortion procedures. Her reproductive organs will not be compromised, but you must know that she may be with us for quite a while and her natural ability to conceive will go down with age. So children may not be in the picture. Assuming you are both willing, though, we will arrange adoptions of newborn infants of any race and gender combination you choose when Sarah's time with us is finished."

"What about her family?" asked Jake. "What are you going to do about them?"

"We'll have a cover story for that, Jake." replied Dr. Smith. "You two will go on 'a break' because you both need to 'find yourselves and determine who you both are apart from each other'. Sarah will be concentrating on her modeling career. We'll fly out her parents to meet her in whatever country she's staying at. Meanwhile we'll be working on her parents with subtle psychological techniques that we use on the common people to get them to do what we want them to do. We know our business, Jake. We've been doing this for a very VERY long time. If we can't control them with psychology, we'll control them through bribery. If we can't control them through bribery, we'll control them through intimidation."

"The good news on the sexual front is that you're a cuckold, Jake, and-" started Dr. Smith.

"Oh fuck YOU," said Jake disgusted, interrupting. "I'm not-"

"Oh, but you ARE, Jake," interrupted the doctor in return. "We just proved that right now. The telemetry data we recorded from the sensors we put on you confirm it as well."

Dr. Smith lowered his voice to a whisper and placed his hands on Jake's shoulders bending over conspiratorially to speak softly to him.

"Jake, it's ok. It's just a form of paraphilia. There's no need to feel shame. It's a good thing, actually, Jake, because if you weren't a cuckold, we'd have to disable you physically permanently. You'd be confined to a wheelchair and Sarah would be informed that you had a car wreck. She, of course, would eventually take care of you because that's how much she loves you. We'd have to disable you to keep you from coming after us. Coming after us would be suicide for you, of course, but you might just be able to wound or even kill one of us before we take you out. Then, with you dead, we'd lose leverage over Sarah. Everyone loses, Jake!

"So, since you... enjoy seeing your wife, we will regularly supply you videos of her uploaded to a very secure website for your viewing enjoyment. I don't have to tell you, Jake, that should these videos end up anywhere but that website, the consequences for you and Sarah will be dire and permanent. Do you understand?"

Jake nodded his head, resigned. He had to admit to himself that his orgasm just now was very intense. Maybe more intense than when he was with Sarah. Sarah! God! He loved her so much. He missed her so much already!

"Very good, Jake." said Dr. Smith, happily patting him on the back.

"Moving forward, we're going to put you to sleep and you'll wake up in your apartment tomorrow morning. All of your wife's clothes and toiletries will be gone. The charges against you at work will, of course, disappear. We assume you will not want to work with John Kinsey any more, so your resignation has been tendered. If you wish to work in your field you can. Just tell us what company you want to work at and we will guarantee a well paid position within that company. You, of course will be $10 million dollars richer, with another $1 million for this year prorated from back in January, so you need not work another day in your life.

"You will not contact Mr. Kinsey at all, do you understand me Jake?" warned Dr. Smith.

Jake dully nodded his head. Dr. Smith gave him another injection, and blessed unconsciousness enveloped him.

Sarah had gotten into the hired car to go home Sunday morning. Instead of going to their apartment, the car drove into a parking garage where two large men in black suits and sunglasses waited. Sarah whipped out her phone and dialed 911. The two men opened the back door and slapped the phone out of her hands, tossing it into a metal mesh bag after hanging up.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop it! Stop!" shouted Sarah.

The men sat to either side of her in the car.

"Calm down, Sarah," said one man. "We're taking you to a place where your questions will be answered."

The car left the parking garage to a large glass building downtown with mirror windows. They pulled her out of the car and drag walked her through the lobby door. They compelled Sarah into an elevator and went up to a long nondescript white hallway with a white door at the end of it. As soon as she went through it, she was taken through a white room with black walls and through another door on the opposite side. There, in what looked like an office, a tall handsome man seemingly in his 50s dressed in a long white medical coat with a stethoscope around his shoulders was sitting behind a desk. He stood up and approached Sarah with a large genuine looking smile, the malevolence behind it masked so well only a true sociopath could perform it.

"Sarah! God, Sarah!" exclaimed the man with genuine sounding excitement. "It is SO good to finally meet you. Please sit here. We have SO MUCH to discuss. My name is Dr. John Smith..."

Jake woke up Sunday afternoon on his couch at home. He had been unconscious an entire day. He walked around the apartment, checking things. True to their word, Sarah's clothes and personal items were all gone. Only their wall photos remained.

There was a folder on the dining room table which contained information on how to access his money, the principal as well as the interest. There was also login information on how to access a highly secure email account that he could use to contact Dr. Smith's "group" as well as receive information from whoever this strange group were.

Jake put in his login information at the secure website. He went through two factor authentication, and finally saw two emails. One was instructions on how to email his "benefactors" for any assistance or to ask questions as well as how different responses: financial, physical, informational, will be delivered to him.

The second email was a link to a video. Jake clicked on it and it began to play.

The scene was familiar. It was Dr. Smith's office that he had just visited yesterday. Sarah was there in her everyday street clothes, light makeup, and wearing her hair in a high but full ponytail. She had tear streaks on her cheeks, but she was standing there touching herself through her clothes and shivering slightly.

"Has it started to work, my dear?" asked the doctor off camera.

Sarah smiled and nodded her head, her eyelids half closed.

"Good!" replied Dr. Smith.

Jake saw Dr. Smith move into the view and he began to kiss Sarah deeply. She kissed him back, moaning slightly. Jake paused the video and stumbled to their bedroom.

No, not our bedroom. Now, it's just MY bedroom. thought Jake sadly. He began to cry softly. After a while, he got up and went back to the computer. He started the video.

Dr. Smith began taking off Sarah's clothes; removing her functional underwear, stripping her naked. Sarah was running her hands across her body.

"I feel sooo gooood!" she smiled.

Dr. Smith began kissing Sarah's neck, moving his lips down to her breasts. Sarah moaned in response. He grabbed Sarah's hand and walked her out of a door in his office that Jake had seen while he was there, but didn't know where it led. Jake noticed that, as they walked through the door, an older well dressed man in a suit followed them.

The camera switched and it was revealed that the door led to a bedroom with a king sized bed in it. All three of them moved to the bed. The two men began removing their clothes as Sarah alternated between kissing and helping them undress.

Finally, Dr. Smith lay down on the bed and instructed Sarah to climb on his erect cock. Sarah straddled him, taking time to direct the doctor's penis into her wet cunt, working it back and forth.

"Give me some big hip movements, Sarah, so my cock is as deep as it will go." instructed the doctor.

Sarah complied, undulating her hips slowly and deliberately, her eyes shutting and her head back in pleasure.

The other elderly gentleman was slathering his erect dick and Sarah's asshole with lubricant, thrusting his thumb in and out, loosening her up. Sarah looked back at the older man.

"Ohhh yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! I've done this before. I like it!"

Jake, watching the video, felt his cock inflate with blood, wanting to shout, to stop the action but helpless in knowing that what he was watching was recorded maybe hours ago.

The older gentleman rubbed his long thin cock against Sarah's asshole and worked it in. They both began moving their cocks in and out of her ass and pussy.

"Sarah, what would you say to your husband if he were watching you right now? What would you say?" asked Dr. Smith.

"Hah! Ah! Honey! Oh, Honey! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Honey! I can't help it! It feels sooooo gooooood!" shouted Sarah, tears beginning to form.

"Il suo culo è troppo stretto. Vengo subito!" shouted the older gentleman.

There was a little more thrusting until the older man thrust his hips into Sarah's ass and held it there, shaking.

"Vengo!" shouted the older man who was fucking her ass. He pulled out his glistening cock and stumbled to a chair and sat down.

Sarah started squatting over Dr. Smith's cock and slapping her pussy down onto it.

"Your pussy's so tight! I can't stand it! I'm sorry!" shouted Dr. Smith, his body wracked with pleasure.

Dr. Smith's body jerked as his breath came in ragged gasps.

Watching from the computer, Jake came with fierce intensity. He hadn't even touched his cock.

"Noooo!" shouted Sarah. "I haven't cum yet! I haven't cum!"

She rolled off of the doctor, jism dribbling out of her ass and pussy. She put her arm over her face over her eyes.

"Jake honey, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." moaned Sarah, breathlessly rubbing her clit with her other hand. "But it feels so good. It just feels too goo-"

The video cut off. Jake cleaned himself up. He sat on the floor, his back against the wall, taking the measure of what his life had become. Then, after a time, he walked back to his computer and played the video again.

Time passed.

Jake found a job with an even better company than he was with before. He tried to find completeness in doing his job as best as he could, working his way up the corporate ladder because that's all he had. He had nothing else. Over the course of 7 years, he worked his way up until he made senior vice president. It was then he received an email from "the group" that this was as high up he could go. No further. He tried to be content with that for a while, but "retired" after a couple more years. He was 35 at this point.

Every 2-3 days, he would get a new video in his email. Sometimes he'd watch and have an extremely satisfying orgasm. Other times he'd just let it play in the background. He figured they were monitoring his watching the videos. He was afraid that if he didn't play the cuckold part perfectly, he would be in trouble. Sometimes, he would see Dr. John Smith in the background or fucking his wife.

He had a playlist of his favorite videos over the years. Mostly of her with other women while the old men watched and masturbated. His particular favorite was one where his wife, her hair in a purple pixie cut and her pubic hair colored purple as well, had sex with two other extremely beautiful women. They had their faces in each others pussies, forming a triangle. Sarah had tattoos on her back now. "Property of" followed by a list of names that were crossed out and ending with a name NOT crossed out. There were 5 names on the "list" at this point.

His other favorite was a middle aged man fucking a beautiful woman with auburn hair and a perfect body. She wasn't athletic like Sarah but she wasn't overweight. The man was pumping her with a large cock that was very wet with her pussy juices. After a couple of minutes, the man pulled his cock almost all of the way out and came partially inside the woman, but pulling out to spurt some cum on her pussy and pubic mound. He fell over, spent, and pointed off screen and crooked his finger.

Sarah, who at this point had her long natural blonde hair back, got on the bed and put her face in between the woman's legs. She began licking and sucking the cum, cleaning it thoroughly, sticking her tongue inside the woman's pussy. The auburn haired woman finally came, bucking her body and shouting out Sarah's name. The man lying next to her was stroking his cock, and it was getting erect. He gestured for Sarah to go somewhere across the room.

As Sarah moved off of the bed, her mouth full, the camera followed her to another bed on the other side of the room. An Indian woman and a woman with short blonde hair were there. The bed was covered in a vinyl sheet and the women were nude and glistening with oil.

Sarah walked up to the Indian woman, standing over her. The Indian woman looked up at her and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Sarah let the man's cum dribble and slide slowly out of her mouth into the Indian woman's mouth. The Indian woman did the same thing to the blonde. The blonde stood up and grabbed Sarah's face and kissed her deeply, transferring the cum to her.

Then they pulled Sarah onto the bed, all of them laughing and smiling. Sarah undulated on the bed, squirming as they felt her entire body, spreading oil all over it. Now, Sarah, glistening, spit the cum she had been keeping into the Indian woman's mouth and she swallowed it, sticking out her tongue to show that it was gone. The blonde mounted Sarah's face and Sarah began to lick her pussy. The Indian woman settled in between Sarah's legs, enveloping her pussy with her hot wet mouth. She stuck two fingers up inside Sarah and began to move them in a come here motion. Sarah stopped licking the blonde's cunt long enough to vocalize.

"Oh! God! Charvi! Just like that. You're always so good at this!"

Eventually Sarah came, forgetting about the blonde and arching her back with an intense orgasm.

"Excuse, please," said a heavily accented voice. It was the man from before.

The two women separated to either side of Sarah and Sarah looked up at the man. She extended her arms out and she smiled. She smiled the dimpled smile that used to belong only to Jake.

"Antonio! Fuck me, Antonio!" cried Sarah, breathless, smiling that smile, and reaching out with both hands.

Antonio moved his hips between her legs and pushed his erect cock into her pussy. He slid it in and out, pumping it; his shaft wet with Sarah's juices. Finally, he pulled out and stood there, stroking his erect cock. Sarah got up and started sucking it. Jake could see her back tattoo. There were seven names. Six were crossed out but the seventh one wasn't. The name was "Antonio."

At this point, while Jake was watching, he came harder than he could have believed. After his orgasm, he was barely conscious.

In the rest of the video, Antonio grabbed Sarah's head with both hands and shoved his cock inside her face, and quivered and moaned. Sarah had a fresh batch of cum to share with the others.

Jake felt a profound sadness after the video was over. Sarah had smiled "his" smile for another man. But even then, his orgasm was so intense that he became addicted to this particular video, pausing it when she smiled Jake's smile for Antonio and then cumming intensely shortly afterwards.

His 10th year without her, Jake met a woman while skiing at his place in Switzerland. She wasn't as beautiful as Sarah, of course, but she was his... for about a week. Then, she wasn't there any more. Just a note was left behind telling him to use the email address if he wanted female sexual companionship. He found her on social media. She was fine and getting engaged to a man who looked a lot like Jake. Jake didn't contact her.

He tried using the email once. An extremely beautiful brunette showed up. She was cultured, funny, personable. She was everything a man could want. The problem was that Jake recognized her from a video she was in with Sarah. She feigned ignorance until Jake played the actual video for her. Then, she became silent and whispered fearfully that she couldn't say anything and to stop asking for both their sakes. He couldn't make himself fuck her after that, despite her best efforts. She went away the next day.

Jake eventually found fulfillment in charity work. However, whenever the scope of the projects got past a certain point, he'd find that they stalled, or logistics became impossible, or there was an outbreak of disease. He found contentment in the scale that he was allowed to perform at, though.

On their 18th wedding anniversary, he received a video under the title, "Happy Anniversary." Sarah and Jake had been married for 3 years when she was "taken" from him. She had been gone from him for 15 years at this point.

When the video started, Sarah was laying on a small single size bed, just big enough for her alone. She was wearing what could only be described as a "Sexy Bridal Costume." It consisted of a white satin bodysuit with high cut legs. It had slight lace and tulle skirting, and the bodice was detailed with fake pearl buttons. The bodysuit had garter straps which were attached to white stockings. A small almost perfunctory veil topped the outfit. Sarah had her hair grown out very long at this point in time and it was her natural shade of blonde.

She was surrounded by nude men of ages varying from 20s to very elderly. Sarah was out of it, her eyes half closed and smiling vacantly. The first one was a young dark haired guy with an olive complexion. He stood there stroking his large dick, looking between the camera lens and Sarah. He walked up do the edge of the bed and pulled Sarah to it so that her crotch was on the edge. He then unsnapped the crotch of her bodysuit, showing her completely bare pussy.

"Oh God! Your cock is so big. So good!" cried Sarah. "Fuck me with your big cock!"

He rubbed his cock against her pussy lips until the tip was partially inside her, an then finally thrust his dick into her pussy. It slid in easily and came out glistening with her juices. He thrust back and forth for maybe 6 strokes when he started panicking slightly. He withdrew his cock and ran to a side table next to the bed. Jake didn't see anything; just the guy's back as he threw his head back in pleasure.

As he was doing that, a young blond man walked up to the bed and worked his large cock inside Sarah's pussy.

"Don't stop! Keep thrusting! Don't pull it out!" cried Sarah.

The blond man deep dicked Sarah for a few pumps and then pulled out. He was coming all over himself as he ran to the side table. Too late. Everyone laughed and made fun of him as he grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

Jake's cock began to get hard.

"Let an old dog show you how it's done," said an older man with a cowboy accent.

A man in his 50s walked up to Sarah and plunged his cock deep in her.

"Yes! Yes! Phillip! Show them how to do me!" breathed Sarah.

Phillip started slow stroking her and eventually quickened his pace as Sarah panted and squealed in pleasure. He kept up the pace for a few minutes longer than anyone else. Finally, he pulled out and ran to the side table and presumably had his orgasm there.

As soon as he pulled out, Sarah began squirting her juices as her body bucked and spasmed as she was wracked with a tremendous orgasm.

This continued on for 18 men in total. One for each year of marriage. Dr. Smith and Antonio were among the 18. Jake's cock was fully erect, purple and throbbing. He knew that if he touched it, his dick would erupt with sperm. However, he wanted to prolong the experience.

Finally, Phillip went to the side table and brought a small silver plate towards the camera. On it were Sarah's wedding band, engagement ring, and the anklet that Jake gave her for their first anniversary. They were covered in copious amounts of cum. Jism was dripping from the sides of the plate.

"Happy Anniversary, Jake!" said Phillip.

Then he brought the plate to Sarah.

"Sarah, your wedding ring, engagement ring, and Jake's anklet are all covered in our cum. Shall we throw them away?" asked Phillip, glancing at the camera smiling.

"Nooo! Dooon't!" whined Sarah, grabbing her breasts through the outfit. "Jaaaake!"

"OK but you better clean it up or we'll throw them away!" mocked Phillip. "Lick it up, Sarah."

"O-Ok," said Sarah dully; her eyes half open.

She pursed her lips and put them on the plate, making wet sucking sounds as she ingested the cum. She would push strands of it into her mouth with her fingers. Finally she grabbed the rings and put them in her mouth, They came out clean. Sarah did the same thing with the anklet.

Seeing her do this vile thing caused Jake's cock to start pulsing and spontaneously gush out cum all over his lap. It was a very very intense sexual experience for him.

She awkwardly pushed the rings onto her finger and attempted to wear the anklet but failed. She was too out of it. Afterwards she looked at the camera, her body swaying unsteadily back and forth.

"H-Happy Aniversary, baby!" said Sarah. "I-I love yooooooou."

The video ended. Just a few years ago, Jake would have cried bitter tears. Now, he was just numb.

Several weeks after that, Jake was in his beachfront condo in La Jolla, California. He was getting dressed for his morning run on the beach.

Jake looked good for 40 years old. He had all of his hair. He was still muscular, but his pecs sagged a little now. He had some back pain that he was dealing with, too.

There was a knock at the door. Jake opened it. There she was, Sarah, standing there. Even though Jake knew she was 40, she still looked almost as good as she did when she was taken from him. She had crow's feet and laugh lines. Her eyes seemed... frightened and jaded, like she'd seen too much. She immediately burst into tears and hugged him. She was talking incoherently through her sobs.

Jake hugged her back and cried too.

The next few weeks were awkward. They decided to live together but in separate spaces. They'd go out on dates like they did when they were courting. The conversations didn't flow naturally like they did when they first met. They were awkwardly dancing around 15 years like it didn't happen.

After the initial shock and appreciation of seeing her again, along with some incredible hysterical bonding sex, the novelty wore off quickly. She had piercings in private areas. The ownership tattoos had 11 crossed out names on it.

"I-I'm planning on getting these tattoos removed," Sarah said, trying to reassure Jake. "When they released me from my contract, I just wanted to come to you right away. I-I'll get them surgically removed, though. I promise."

After the initial period, Jake and Sarah began to live day to day. Jake was standoffish, withdrawn. Sarah would make his favorite meals, she would dress provocatively. She had tailor made clothes and lingerie from the finest fashion houses in the world. She bought Jake clothes and gifts and an expensive wrist watch. She had her tattoos removed, but there were still little scars there.

Jake felt nothing for her any more. He slaked his sexual thirst on her body when he was horny enough, but he preferred to secretly watch her videos. They became more quiet and sullen, towards each other.

One day, Jake came home from volunteering and saw Sarah quietly weeping on the bed through a crack in the door. He ignored her for a bit, thought the better of it, and went in and consoled her, showing fake concern but acting well enough to fool her.

Jake was stuck. He knew that he couldn't divorce Sarah or mistreat her. It would get back to the group and that would cause him to become permanently disabled or worse.

Jake could tell that Sarah was acting when they had sex. She got no pleasure from it. Jake didn't know why exactly. Maybe being run through daily by multiple partners had left her numb? Is that a thing? Jake did research online and was confused because pornography actresses reported having satisfying sex lives with their partners.

They were on autopilot for several months when Sarah said that she wanted to try to get pregnant. They were both 40 years old, but she was still having her monthly periods and Jake hadn't gotten a vasectomy or had any diseases, so they tried for several months. It got to where Jake loathed having to have sex with her every day in order to conceive. Something had to change.

One day, something did change.

Sarah had planned her daily seduction of her husband, wearing some particularly stimulating lingerie. She made his favorite casserole and opened a bottle of red wine. At 6pm, Jake walked through the door. He was not alone. He was holding a leather satchel.

With him, there was a young couple. They couldn't have been more than 25 years old. The man was tall and muscular. The woman had red hair and was beautiful.

"W-what is this?" asked Sarah, nervous, looking frantically for a robe to cover herself up.

Jake grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the bedroom, carrying the satchel along. The couple looked at each other warily, but followed them. Jake pushed Sarah onto the bed wordlessly. He looked at the couple standing there in the doorway.

"Go ahead. Enjoy yourselves."

Jake undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. His cock was inflating with anticipation. He didn't bother to touch it. He knew he would climax automatically. He reached into the satchel and pulled out a long double headed purple rubber dildo and tossed it on the bed next to Sarah.

The couple started removing their clothes. Sarah looked at Jake and then at the couple and at Jake again. Realization dawned on her. Her face fell in profound disappointment. Then, she seemed resigned to the situation and began rubbing her clitoris through her lingerie. She gazed at the couple, almost nude now and approaching the bed.

"Fuck me," she told them. "Fuck me in front of my useless husband."