February Sucks: The Descent Ch. 06

Thank to George Anderson for his classic tale that inspired this series.

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And apologies to the ten's of thousands of you who have read the first five chapters. I'm so grateful for the engagement I've gotten on this, my first attempt at writing anything.

I submitted both six and seven a few months ago and Literotica flagged them both for AI. I've used AI to help me edit these stories. Writing is a ton of work and even though I've reached out to a couple people to help me edit, I've never gotten a response. So I've had to rely on the tools at my disposal to make sure I don't have unnecessary errors. Unfortunately, Literotica has taken a very stringent stance on AI.

So I had to rewrite the whole story from scratch.

At the same time I had a major event in my family this summer, so this became a secondary priority.

That being said I will try and keep the future chapters coming much quicker.

Hope you enjoy.

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Jim sat at his desk upset with himself for his lack of focus.

He prided himself on his ability to concentrate for long periods of time. It was critical in getting complex calculations done. Today it was not working.

He'd been trying to get through load calculations for two hours and was now back to the first floor of the building. He'd gotten all the way to the fourth before realizing his work was a complete mess. And now he was back at the first step.

Finally, he resigned himself. He couldn't pretend to compartmentalize any longer. He'd put in almost a decade of elite work for the firm. He'd been cited multiple times.

He decided to give himself some grace. He knew most of the engineers on staff took plenty of their work time to fuck around.

He did a quick mental analysis. He could afford to take some time to straighten out his thoughts. After all, it did no one any good if he screwed up the project because he was distracted.

Jim reckoned that a bit of time spent getting rid of the nagging issue in his brain would pay dividends for the load calculations in the long run.

He pulled out his personal laptop and opened a file titled: J Thompson Consulting - Financials.

He quickly perused the entries; Reggie $2200 (GE), TE Film Review $2000 (DT), Darius (R&S) $3500.

Total $7700

Net Profit $6160

Jim sat back for a second and took in the number.

His plan was moving faster than he anticipated.

In three ways, all equally important.

He'd never imagined the number of men who would pay for Linda. And he wasn't even close to estimating the prices they were paying. And he never thought Linda would be so willing to go through with it.

He wasn't sure if any of it was sustainable, or if the number of men and the amount they were willing to pay would depreciate like the pieces of the buildings he designed. Let alone what would happen to Linda over time.

Depreciation was something the big developers who hired his company counted on. It was a critical piece of the tax incentives that made building multi-million dollar projects worth the risk.

He would get no tax write offs for Linda's depreciation.

The fleeting thought made him laugh, maybe the first since Linda stepped onto the dance floor at Morrison's.

The folly of claiming a tax write off for depreciation of his wife's pussy and mouth and ass was hilarious.

It felt good for a second.

The feeling was fleeting as he once again thought about his wayward wife.

He'd set rules very specifically, forcing her to recount every action at the end of each client.

His plan was to help normalize it for her over time, figuring the act of speaking her actions out loud would help her come to grips with what she was doing. He knew the power of words to make any action seem normal.

What he hadn't counted on was how easily she slipped into the role. Maybe even more surprising than the amount of money.

Darius had slapped her in the face, and she had a massive orgasm less than a half hour later.

His engineer brain had often tried to dissect human behavior. Anytime a heinous or salacious story hit the news, he'd wondered what could make someone do something so crazy.

Watching Linda take to whoring as easily as she'd taken to breast feeding made him wonder briefly if there was a part of every person that nobody could ever truly understand.

His plan had accounted for resistance, tears, threats to stop. Instead, Linda stripped on command, went on dates without question, reported every detail while her pussy leaked, and maybe most telling, orgasmed on every single encounter (even if she had to do it herself on the most 'loving' of them).

The absence of friction fundamentally changed the math and accelerated his timeline.

Jim quickly switched off Linda and back to her clients. Three bookings already for this week. Jamal, a teammate of Marc's from college, was in town for the weekend.

Marc had shared the story of his weekend with his friend. Jamal built in a visit to see for himself if Marc was overhyping Linda's performance.

He'd requested bondage with full use of Linda's every hole. Willing to pay $5000 for the privilege.

Then Reggie and Darius had booked return engagements, Tuesday and Thursday.

The net for his family would be another $8510. Even if he booked no more clients for her, she'd clear almost $15,000 in two weeks. That was almost a quarter of her take home for the year at her current job.

He thought he'd have some time to adjust to the potential influx of money from her new career.

He was wrong.

The solution was simple. He learned it from his clients. Every developer he knew protected their assets in an LLC. The added benefit was the tax write offs incorporating their own business afforded them.

The tricky part would be funneling that amount of cash through an LLC.

Jim had been playing around with setting up his own consulting firm. His company was not stingy this way. If you got your work done on time and high quality, they didn't care what you did on your own time.

Well, maybe that was overstating it a little bit. They'd probably care that he was pimping out his wife.

Jim laughed again. The second time this morning.

He quickly wrote up two Invoices.

#001 Design Services - $6100 Due March 10th

#002 Fill Estimate - $8510 Due March 17th

Jim filed the two invoices into a new folder in the J Thompson Consulting File before opening a tab in his browser.

He quickly found the site he was looking for, double checking to make sure the company name didn't exist yet before paying the $150 registration fee to secure his LLC.

Next, he made a quick call to his bank. Confirming they could see him immediately he quickly put on his jacket and rushed out the door, letting the receptionist know he'd be back within the hour in case anything urgent came up.

He sat down in the small cubicle around the corner and quickly filled out all the paperwork, sharing his new EIN number and transferring $2000 from his savings account to meet the required minimum for free service.

He laughed a third time thinking about just how much cash would flow through this account.

Jim quickly returned to the office, checking his mobile banking app to make sure the new account was readily available.

He had four immediate priorities for the business. He created a to do list for the new venture and added them.

(1) Harlan's network - introduce Linda at small dinner/gathering within 3-4 weeks, target 2-3 developers or investors per event

(2) Marc's referrals - request introductions to other teams

(3) Repeat client upsells - Reggie 2x per week; Darius longer sessions or premium fetishes

(4) Daytime availability - worth Linda quitting her job? Position Linda for business-hour sessions?

Jim quickly saved the to do list and closed his laptop, walking quickly down the hallway to grab a cup of coffee from the break room.

He was taken for a second by the procession of photos along the hallway. Massive buildings his company had helped build.

He was building something as well. Only this was for his own family. The fruits of his labor would be 100% his and would help secure the future of his children.

If his wife was going to enjoy what they were doing to secure that future, he could live with that.

Just as he finished sitting back at his desk, he heard his phone ding, a message from Marc.

Tight Ends Coach requests a repeat visit Monday night.

He quickly opened up the second invoice, adjusting it to $10,510.

*****

Linda hurried up the stairs. Traffic had been unusually rough tonight. An extra twenty minutes from an accident at an already difficult merge on the interstate.

Already past 6 o'clock, she was hoping the kids would still be at the dinner table. Seeking that small bit of comfort that reminded her of what she now considered BM, Before Marc.

She didn't regret what she had done at Morrison's. How could she. It had opened a world she didn't know existed.

One where she could have multiple orgasms. Where she got off on being degraded. Where her pussy exploded the nastier she was treated. She had discovered a side of herself she didn't want to give up.

What she did regret was her relationship with Jim. He had changed and it was discomforting.

Just like she never envisioned getting off on someone fucking her pussy while slapping her tits, she never expected a version of Jim to be as cold and dispassionate as the one that now greeted her every day.

She opened the front door and made straight to the kitchen hoping to see her kids still at the table.

Instead, she saw Jim alone with his laptop in front of him, her obvious arrival not even deserving of a quick glance.

"Hey," she offered, accepting her role in his disinterest.

Jim slowly shut his laptop, his eyes finally catching her gaze.

"I fed the kids, they are upstairs with a movie on. Take your clothes off."

Linda hesitated for a second trying to wrap her head around the complete calmness with which Jim put those two seemingly unrelated sentences together so easily.

"I'm really hungry, let me grab something to eat."

She stumbled as she saw the look that passed his eyes. It was almost too fast to notice on his otherwise stone façade, but it was there. And it gave her a moment of fear.

She'd never been in fear of Jim before, even coming home from Marc's house after her two days of debauchery. There was a look of pure hatred behind his eyes, it made her freeze in her tracks.

"I'll eat later," she mumbled as she quickly reached behind herself, unzipping her dress.

She let it fall to the floor as she kept a close eye on Jim, hoping for some sign of appreciation.

She'd taken to his no panties rule, but even the site of her bare pussy couldn't disrupt the stone façade he'd been keeping of late.

As she quickly undid her bra and let it fall to the ground, she had to settle for not getting the utter hatred that had flashed moments earlier.

"Bend over the island and spread your lips, tell me what you feel when you put your fingers inside yourself."

Linda felt goosebumps rise quickly on her arms, more from the coldness of the command than the temperature in the room.

"I'm wet," she said softly, trying to hide the shame with the quietness of her response.

"You like being used, don't you?"

Jim's tone wasn't accusatory, more a statement of fact than a real question.

"I'm sorry Jim, I didn't think it would be like this."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I don't... aaaghhhh."

Linda couldn't finish her sentence before Jim's palm made stiff contact with her bare ass cheek.

"Don't be sorry if you enjoy being used."

Jim slowly drew his fingers along the lips of her pussy, softly brushing over Linda's fingers that she still had nestled in her hole.

"We are going to secure Emma and Tommy's future. If you enjoy that so be it."

Linda heard the distinct sound of a zipper and then pants being pushed down. At the same time Jim's palm pressed strongly in her back, forcing her breasts down on the cold marble.

"And I get to enjoy using you."

Linda felt the blunt head of his cock press firmly against her fingers. She quickly withdrew them and coated him with her juices. He was hard in a way she couldn't ever remember, like the blood was filling him to make his dick even bigger.

Linda had never complained about Jim's cock, it had always made her feel great. He simply had never used her with the pure greed that Marc had. While the NFL Superstar certainly was packing a bigger one, it wasn't as if the man she married couldn't please her.

And now with this newfound strength of his cock, she couldn't help but look forward to what he was about to do to her.

"Fuck me Jim, do it fast, I don't want the kids to come down and see me naked in our kitchen."

"First, you aren't in charge here. I'll fuck you exactly like I want to fuck you. For as long as I feel like fucking you. Second, the kids are watching Frozen, it will be an hour before they move."

"Aaaaghhhh," Linda let out an even louder gasp as Jim slapped her ass even harder.

Jim pressed his erection into her slowly, seemingly purposeful in his opposition to her demands.

"Fuck Jim, you feel incredible."

Linda didn't get a response, only the hard hand pressed in her back and then a strong steady rhythm as Jim fucked her.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Jim slapped her ass again with his free hand.

"You have an overnight Saturday night. A friend of Marc's from college. They played together. Jamal gets off on bondage and domination. He is paying 5 grand for no rules. You will be bound, gagged, pretty much anything he wants."

Jim continued his piston like fucking throughout the recitation. There was no other word for it Linda could think of. He said it as if it was a memorized lecture in front of a class. At the same time his dick was hitting her in a way she could never remember.

She was at once dumbfounded at the bizarre incongruence of his actions and then overwhelmed with lust at the raw way in which she was being used. Both Jim's treatment in the here and now, and what was being planned for her so brazenly on Saturday.

As Jim's cockhead kept rubbing perfectly over her g-spot she felt the telltale heat building inside of her. A heat she had felt more this week than in a decade of marriage.

"You understand what no safe word means?"

Linda couldn't form an answer in her head as the feeling between her legs had exploded throughout her whole body.

"Unnghhh. Keep... unhhhh... fucking... uggghhhh.. my... unn.. pussy."

"I need you to acknowledge what is happening Saturday night Linda?"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Linda screamed in ecstasy as her pussy exploded around Jim's stiff cock. Her own heat enough for him to finish as his cum intermingled with her own to spew out of her well used cunt.

"Yes Jim. I understand. I will be his to do whatever he wants with. Now let me up, the kids could come down."

"If the kids didn't come running from you screaming, I don't think we have anything to be concerned about."

"At least let me get my dress back on."

"I think not. With all the juices leaking out of you there's no need to ruin a nice work outfit. Head up to our room and get into something else."

"Seriously Jim?"

She waited for him to answer but he was right back at the table with his laptop, attention already moved on as he fully expected her to do as she was told.

"You don't look at me the same." She looked directly at him, not sure what he would say in return. But not ready for the absolute silence that followed.

She picked up her shoes and her dress and bra and slowly headed upstairs to clean up and put on something comfortable.

This time she said sorry only in her head.

*****

Linda was pacing nervously across the kitchen.

Her mind was racing faster than her feet.

She'd spent some time in the morning with her kids. It hadn't been much of a connection.

Between the pounding she took from Jim the night before, another prodigious explosion as she woke him with her mouth this morning, and the never-ending mental images she kept conjuring of her impeding evening with Jamal, she couldn't stay focused on Emma and Tommy for more than 30 seconds.

She'd tried. For nearly two hours she'd tried playing with the odd conglomeration of dolls and action heroes the two of them managed to combine in their play.

But by the fifth time one or the other of her kids accused her of moving something to the wrong place, or reciting the wrong line, she'd given up on the illusion that she was going to be present for them.

Jim had been a godsend, seamlessly integrating into the play time and allowing her to sneak out without further derision from her kids.

She'd cleaned their bedroom first, washing the sheets they had been soiling far more lately. She couldn't quite comprehend the fact she was having more sex with Jim now than she ever had, with far more orgasms. Even if there was a complete lack of closeness or emotional connection.

"Kids are at your parents. They are spending the night with them. They were happy to have them and will keep them tomorrow until we go over for dinner."

Linda was still thrown off by the complete lack of affection every time Jim saw her now. He'd walked into the kitchen after bringing the kids over to her parents without so much as a hello.

None of the "I Love you" or physical affection she would have gotten just a couple weeks ago.

"Jamal will be ready for you at 4 o'clock. He wants a full evening. Wear the black lingerie I left out for you. Take some time to look nice. $5000 is a big price. We want to make sure word spreads that you are worth it."

Linda looked at him coldly, upset at the abruptness of his tone.

"Have I let you down so far?"

"Other than fucking Marc?"

Linda realized she walked right into that. That look of anger flashed behind his eyes again. The second time this weekend she'd felt fear. Something she never thought she'd associate with her husband. Of course that fear also spurred a tingling in her pussy she never thought she'd have either.

She dropped her eyes from him and quickly made her way up the stairs on unsteady legs. She stood looking at herself in the mirror for a long time before undressing.

Finally, she pushed herself to get a shower. Taking her time preparing herself perfectly. Hair curled and pulled up to show off her neck. Makeup perfect to set the mood.

As she finished donning the lingerie Jim had laid out for her, she heard his footsteps entering the room.

"Worth every penny. He'll be excited the second you take off your coat. The sheer fabric shows off your body perfectly. Sends exactly the right message."

Jim's words hit her like a punch as she looked over the outfit in the mirror. Her nipples were hard, areolas pronounced. As she followed her gaze down past the garter hanging high on her hips she could see the wetness of her pussy through the sheer thong.

Why was she turned on by this?

She couldn't understand how being sent off by her husband to fuck for money was such a turn on. The fact she was to be fully used with no safe words only heightening her excitement.

"Your cunt is dripping. It's good to see you will be enjoying being his tool."

"Put your hands on the bureau and bend over."

She heard the fake camera sound from his phone.

She could see him reflected in the mirror. He was staring at her. Not with the love he had two weeks earlier. Not the lust from the early days of their relationship. She could only relate todays look to how she saw him in his office going over a CAD drawing on his computer.

He wasn't admiring her so much as looking for something out of place.

"Reach behind you and spread your pussy for me."

Linda obeyed without question, pulling her puffy labia apart and not failing to notice the juices accumulating there.

"Smile at the camera."

She put on her sexiest smile for Jim, hoping to get some reaction out of him.

"Spread them further."

No change in his expression, just the continued sound of the phone taking pictures. She couldn't help but wonder why the phone made that sound. It's not like it had a shutter like the old cameras.

Suddenly she felt two of Jim's fingers tracing their way up her thigh before delving into the furnace that her cunt had become while being put on display.

He pulled them out and slowly brought them to her lips.

She opened her mouth and quickly sucked them clean without a second thought.

"Looks like you will have fun tonight. Be there promptly at 4pm. Follow his commands at all times. You are to take him anywhere he asks, mouth, cunt, ass. Collect $5000 in the morning before you come home."

"I understand."

*****

Linda's hands were gripped tightly on the steering wheel. She kept squeezing hoping they would stop shaking.

No matter how wet her pussy had been while Jim talked about her night with Jamal, she was still nervous. Now she was parked in the driveway, soon to be bound and used without limits.

"No time like the present," she thought to herself.

Linda pulled down the visor and opened the vanity mirror, seeing her makeup and hair still perfect.

She opened the door to her SUV and slid out, smoothing her dress over her thighs. The cool air of the late winter night reminding her of the wetness between her legs.

Her hand had barely touched the Ring button when the massive door began to swing open and she saw the most handsome black man she'd ever seen.

Jamal was tall without being too tall. Linda guessed around 6'1". His hair sported a tight fade, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee.

Black dress pants were combined with a white shirt, unbuttoned enough to show his cut pecs. A Prada belt and shoes to match let her know immediately he was a man who paid attention to how he looked.

His skin was dark. That shade of ebony that almost looks like it's shining. And he had a gleam in his eye that suddenly quelled any fear she was having.

"You look incredible Linda. I'm looking forward to a long night of using you for your own pleasure and mine!"

His voice was strong. A mellow bass that vibrated through her. And as she walked over the threshold, she smelled him. The incredible combination of a man's musk with high end fragrance.

"Thank you, Jamal. You look great yourself."

She took a second to eye him up and down, making sure she let him know with her eyes how she felt.

She didn't go overboard though, just long enough to let him know without threatening the power dynamic that he was paying her for.

"Follow me," he pronounced while already turning and heading up the massive staircase opening into the foyer.

He led her up two flights of stairs in the opulent mansion, finally turning down a long hallway before opening a door to a bedroom.

Jamal immediately stepped to the side of the door and gestured silently for her to walk deeper into the room.

Linda's eyes grew wide. Not at the restraints clearly fixed to the four corners. Nor the assortment of toys and torture devices arrayed at the foot of the bed.

Instead, her eyes were immediately drawn to the picture on the nightstand.

It was the best picture she had of her family. Her and Jim and the kids last summer at the lake. He mom had captured the moment perfectly. Emma laughing with Jim as he carried her on his shoulders, both looking at her as she carried Tommy who was near to tears from being tickled.

The happiness was palpable. The quintessential American family. And now it was propped not in a place of honor on a wall at her home, or even on a bedside bureau. It was sitting on a nightstand next to a bed with restraints, a ball gag, riding crop and whips of all varieties.

Linda stumbled for a second before regaining herself.

Then she noticed the knife half-hidden in the shadow behind the photo. A heavy butcher's knife. She'd seen one like it with Jim on a trip to Philadelphia. They'd spent a full day at Reading Terminal Market. She would never forget watching the myriad of butcher's carving up steaks.

The memory didn't make her feel any more comfortable with her current predicament.

"Strip. Now!"

Jamal's tone had changed noticeably from downstairs. There was an edge to his words now. A hint of the punishment that would accompany any failure to comply. Like the crossing of the door into this room had flipped a switch.

The bass of his voice no longer mellow, but utterly commanding.

Linda immediately began slipping out of her dress.

Her stomach churned. Her mind incapable of processing all the inputs being thrown at her.

The innocence of her family long months before her decision to fuck Marc. The sheer terror of a butcher knife. Did Jim sell her to be murdered? It didn't make sense given how much money she was making just a few days into her time following his plan.

She had never been so scared in her life. But it didn't stop her slipping out of her dress, revealing the sheer black lingerie she'd worn underneath.

"Take off the lingerie and get on the bed."

Linda quickly shed the rest of her clothing and climbed onto the bed, obediently spreading her arms and legs towards the cuffs.

"Good slave. From now own you will respond with 'Yes Master' every time I give you an order. Failure to do so will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

The thought of being his toy for the night may be exciting, but Linda wasn't trying to get punished extra for failing to obey a simple command.

Jamal quickly buckled the cuffs around her wrists, giving a sharp tug to each. Linda noticed her arms were spread wide and the chains had very little give.

He repeated the process for her ankles until she was well and truly splayed on the bed. Her arms lifted over her head forced her full breasts up high on her chest, while her well spread legs left her pussy totally at Jamal's mercy.

"That's a good slave. Are you ready to be used?"

"Yes Master. How do you want to use me?"

Linda had never seen someone move so fast in her life. No sooner had she finished her question than Jamal had the riding crop in his hand and had brought it sharply down on the inside of her right thigh.

Her scream would have brought attention to every house on their block if she'd been at home, but in this palatial mansion she was certain no one would hear her.

"You will speak only when spoken to slave. You will respond 'Yes Master' to show you understand directions and will say nothing else unless specifically asked to do so. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," came out through the tears as her thigh was on fire. Not only the pain causing her to cry, but her inability to do anything about it.

"Good. Hopefully you will learn quickly."

*****

Linda had no idea how long she'd been bound to the bed. The windows had black out shades which let in no light even when she'd first arrived at 4pm. It could be 5 o'clock or midnight.

What she did know was the initial strike with the riding crop for her question of her Master was just the tip of the iceberg. He'd shown her many types of pain since then.

She'd had her nipples clamped and manipulated in every way possible. Twisted, tugged, slapped, whipped, even caned. The worst pain so far had been when Jamal removed the clamps. She could feel the blood rushing back into each of her nipples and it was excruciating.

She'd had a plug in her ass since near the beginning. She couldn't believe the sensations it was creating.

Jamal was a maestro, offsetting the torture he forced on her with nothing short of ecstasy.

She was screaming in pain from the manipulations to her most sensitive areas. While he had spent special attention to her nipples, he'd hadn't ignored the rest of her.

Earlobes, lips, toes, fingers, soles of her feet, inner thighs, stomach, ass, labia and clit had all had special attention at one point or another.

Clothes pins lined up in rows along her stomach with a string lined through all of them. Only for Jamal to pull the string right as she achieved climax from the vibrator he had pressed to her clit.

Weighted clamps for her pussy lips as she was bound upright on a weird X shaped contraption. Jamal adding to the weights until they finally fell off, leaving her screaming. Only to be brought to yet another orgasm as he fucked her hard with a dildo.

Now he'd elevated the torture, her spread eagled on the bed with her pussy and nipples clamped and the clothes pins on her ear lobes and lips. He was gently caning her feet while a vibrating dildo was filling her pussy to capacity. The vibration of the dildo also serving to heighten the feelings from the plug in her ass.

For a second she thought about what it might feel like if it was two cocks inside her instead of two toys.

That was until she screamed again from the cane sharply hitting both soles at the same time.

Then Jamal quickly pulled on the butt plug, stretching out her anal ring.

It was all too much, and one scream of pain turned to another scream of pleasure as she passed out one more time.

*****

Linda woke up to the edge of the butcher knife cold against her neck.

She recognized the blade from the sharp feel of the steel against her skin before she caught sight of the actual weapon.

Jamal was seated calmly next to her, her arms and legs still cuffed, leaving her extremely vulnerable.

"You realize your husband sold you to me for the night for a paltry $5000?"

Linda was still in shock from the knife against her skin. She wasn't sure if this was a real question or Jamal had been talking to himself before she even woke up.

Then she felt the whip land hard against her cunt. The pain making her back arch and her legs clinch as she tried vainly to bring her legs together so he couldn't hit her pussy again.

"Answer me when I ask you a question bitch!"

Linda was crying as she muttered weakly, "yes."

The whip crashed down on her pussy one more time.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Master!"

Linda inhaled sharply as the pain shocked her. Combined with his language, she was having a hard time keeping her bearings. She realized briefly that may be exactly what Jamal was after.

"Not only sold you for $5000, but gave me zero restrictions or safe words. I could cut your throat right now and he wouldn't be able to stop me. You realize how little regard he must have to sell you that way?"

"Yes."

Jamal set down the whip and used his now free hand to pick up the photo on the nightstand, never releasing his firm hold on the knife pressed to her neck.

"What did you have to do to him to make him hate you so much?"

Linda's mind raced as she tried to formulate an answer. Panic gripping her as she realized he was holding the photo and any punishment could only come from the butcher knife in his hand.

"Answer me bitch. Don't make me cut you with this knife."

"I humiliated him in front of our friends. Walked out of the club with Marc and spent two days getting the fucking of my life. He hasn't looked at me the same since I walked back into our house."

"What kind of slut walks out on her husband?"

"I don't know. I still don't know why I did it."

"Oh, you know exactly why you did it. You're a ho. Pretty white woman always taught that she was prim and proper. But underneath it all you just like the rest of 'em. You think with your pussy. Soon as it gets wet, you're there for the taking. Big strong man like Marc has you in his arms and your pussy did all the thinking."

"unhhhh!"

Linda heard herself moan and couldn't understand why. Jamal wasn't touching her. Just the knife against her throat, yet she was feeling an intense heat between her legs as he talked.

"Funny thing is I bet you'd do it all over again even knowing what it did to your husband. You like being turned out don't you bitch?"

Linda was still simpering from the intense pain of the whip hitting her cunt. But she moaned again at his verbal humiliation.

"Bitch, you better answer me when I ask you a question. That's your last warning."

"Yes Master. My pussy is on fire right now," Linda shouted. Tired of pretending the intense situation wasn't exactly what she wanted.

He blasted the whip down on her cunt, Linda instantly regretting the extra answer to his question.

"Bitch, how many times do you need to be taught. You answer with 'Yes, Master'. Nothing else.

"Let's try this again. You like being turned out, don't you bitch?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, We're finally getting somewhere. A great sub must accept their role. Are you going to be a great sub for me Linda?"

"Yes Master."

"Look at the picture. You would leave all of them for the sake of getting whored out, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Master."

"You'd let me have my way with you instead of being there for your kids wouldn't you whore?"

"Yes Master."

Jamal set down the knife and the picture and once again picked up the whip.

"Beg me to whip your pussy slut."

"Please whip my pussy Master."

Jamal lashed the whip down with the speed of an NFL receiver, his lightning-fast reflexes snapping the tails against her cunt before she even noticed the movement of his hand.

"UGGGGGGHHHHHHHH"

"Ask for it again slut."

"Pplllease wwwwhhiiiiip mmmee agggaaaiin Maaassster," Linda whimpered through the pain.

"AHHHHHHHH" She screamed in agony as he lashed her pussy even harder.

"What would your kids think of you if they saw you right now?"

Linda was still in so much pain she couldn't formulate an answer and again the whip came violently down on her pussy.

The tears were flowing freely down her face, running her mascara down over her cheeks, the dark lines rolling over her chin and down her neck.

Jamal gently started massaging her cunt. The heel of his palm exerting pressure on her clit as he slowly ground it in small circles.

"What would your kids say about their mother if they knew you get wet from getting your pussy whipped? If they knew you were about to cum a few seconds later simply from a gentle massage on your clit? If they knew you were going to be used as a whore all night and you have never been so excited in your entire life? How do you think they would look at you if they knew?"

"They wouldn't look at me at all. They'd be disgusted," she managed to mumble out. Scared of being whipped again while at the same time relishing the degradation and total lack of control.

Jamal slowly inserted a vibrating wand between her red lips, quickly finding her G-Spot with the curved tool. Linda's trembling moan all the evidence he needed that he'd found his intended target.

He smiled quickly as the thought ran through his head. Usually he was the target, it was nice playing QB for a change.

"How will they feel when the grow up and realize their mom fucked an endless procession of men for money?"

"They'll be ashamed of me."

Jamal turned the wand up one level, the new vibration eliciting a deeper moan from his sub.

"You gonna tell them you're a whore? Tell them you let your husband pimp you out?"

"They'll hate me. They'll hate both of us."

Jamal felt her start approaching her orgasm and quickly grabbed the riding crop, bringing it down sharply on her engorged clit.

Linda cried out in pain again as he removed the wand and her orgasm evaded her.

Two more shots to her pussy with the riding crop and she'd been reduced to a quivering mess again, her orgasm long forgotten.

Jamal started again, like a QB on his own 5-yard line, 2 minutes left in the game. He slowly ran the playbook, pushing his subject down the field towards an intense orgasm.

Only this was far different than a football field. You didn't have to punt if you didn't get ten yards in 3 plays. There was no bonus for scoring quickly.

Instead, his goal was to prolong the drive for as long as his subject could hold out. Aiming for an intensity of orgasm that would make her relish future pain!

Linda felt the palm of his hand again after the crop and then the wand all with more humiliating questions about her husband, her kids, her job, her parents.

She wouldn't realize until well after the fact that Jamal had played her like a virtuoso. Combining world class athleticism with an astute sense of psychology to slowly push her to the edge of a chasm.

After a series of slow buildups with the wand followed by harsh blows with the crop Linda was craving his cock between her legs. She could feel the need swelling deep inside her.

"Please fuck me... put that beautiful cock in my pussy. Please - I need it. I need to cum."

Jamal slowly climbed between her legs and began to insert his cock slowly. He teased just the very tip inside pulling it out after the barest of penetration, all while holding the vibrating wand tight to her clit.

"Fuck me. Please master - I'll do anything you ask, just put that dick all the way in."

Jamal withdrew the wand from her clit before slowly forcing his cock all the way inside her and back out again, leaving her pussy gaping and her mind twisted in the agony of denial.

"Why won't you fuck me, Master. I need your cock to make me cum. Please stop teasing me."

Linda's hands and feet were straining forcefully against her restraints, her need to pull Jamal into her overwhelming her sense of control.

Jamal didn't let the smile show on his face. Rarely had he seen a woman so obviously meant for being used.

The guilt of his constant reminders about her family gave just the right fuel to her sexual needs. Not so overwhelming that she wasn't fully here for it. That rare blend of woman who was driven by the guilt, but not so guilty that she refused to enjoy the awaiting pleasure.

"You'll cum when I'm good and ready sub."

Jamal drove the crop down hard against her clit again. He was making sure he didn't let her experience even the smallest orgasm. The wand and his deep penetration could give her pleasure, but he wasn't ready for her to enjoy a full release.

"You have no control, Linda. You are just a whore. A woman who has been paid to deliver pleasure. Your own pleasure is irrelevant. Only my own matters. And right now, my pleasure is to deliver pain."

He smashed the crop down on her clit again before replacing it with the wand and once again driving his cock slowly into her hole, a few shallow teases followed by one long insertion.

The game just heating up.

After three more repeats of the pattern, Jamal turned up the intensity, trading the crop and wand for the feel of his hands wrapped tightly around her neck. His dick still playing shallowly in her pussy.

"unnh, squeeze my neck harder. I'm going to cum. Keep fucking me. Deeper."

Jamal immediately released his hold on her neck and withdrew his dick from her desperately squeezing vagina, her attempt to hold him by flexing her PC muscles failing, as he easily overpowered the wife and mother.

He glared down at her. Raw aggression the only emotion on his face. Not the anger she saw behind Jim's eyes, but not far off.

She recognized the truth of the situation. She was a tool for him and nothing more. And for some reason that realization made her even wetter.

Jamal forced the wand back against her clit. His dick once again driving into her deeply. His hands traded between choking her to the point of passing out and then pulling harshly on her nipples.

After nearly ten minutes of edging, he picked up the intensity, his pelvis holding the wand against her clit while his incredible physical ability forced his cock as deep into her as she'd ever felt. All while her neck was being squeezed expertly.

Linda screamed as much as she could with her airway restricted. Her orgasm pulsed through her, seizing her body from the depths of her cunt, through her torso and stopping at her neck where Jamal's grip still restricted her breathing.

Her pussy literally exploded, her feminine juice fountaining out around Jamal's prodigious cock. Coating his stomach and flowing down her thighs as she continued to convulse under him.

Jamal kept his relentless pace, his cock forcing more of her girl cum to squirt violently from her.

Linda's body locked up as her scream peaked and her back arched off the bed, Jamal feeling the exquisite pressure of the wand and the plug in her ass on opposite sides of his dick.

Her repeated screams combined with his incredible grip finally proved too much for the oxygen levels needed to keep her conscious.

Her head lolled to the side as the Wide Receiver finally released his grip on her neck. His own orgasm still held at bay.

Her eyes were still open, but rolled back in her head, pupils hidden. Mouth open, but now silent. Jamal allowed himself a small smile.

*****

Jamal was in awe of the sexy wife. He took a moment while she was unconscious to appreciate her stunning body.

He knew how lucky he was that Marc had reached out to him. This woman was made for his fetishes. He was grateful for the night as he gently undid the cuffs around her wrists and ankles.

Linda wasn't the first woman he'd used this way. Not the fifth for that matter. Some he'd paid, many had agreed to do it for free, but he was now thinking that Linda had been a bargain.

The way she responded was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. A few of the women had been able to endure the torture. A few had responded to the degradation. None of them had gotten turned on by both!

Jamal took a second to enjoy the juices covering Linda's pussy and legs. Her eruption leaving her looking like a glazed donut. He wondered how many more of these she had in her. He was determined to find out just how much she could endure.

He was looking forward to his own eventual eruption, knowing the more she could take, the stronger his own release would be.

Having removed the butt plug and nipple clamps and covered her with a blanket, he walked out of the room for a quick recharge in the kitchen. He'd need it for what he had planned.

*****

Linda walked through the door to her and Jim's house at 9am. Her husband was sitting at the island in the kitchen, cup of coffee in his hand.

"You look like you were well used!"

Linda bowed her head at the not-so-subtle insult from her husband. She had wanted to fix herself as she looked at her vanity mirror on the drive home, but Jim's instructions were very clear.

Jamal had used her pretty much straight through the night. Other than the times she'd passed out, he had been relentless. His stamina proving to be unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

Even with Marc she'd gotten a couple hours to recover between fucks. This time it was non-stop. Jamal's own ability to withhold orgasm leaving her no respite.

When he finally did cum it coincided with another massive eruption of her own and the combined fluids had filled her pussy to overflowing. The remnants of that culmination of an immaculate evening of pleasure were still sloshing around in her well used cunt.

"Give me the money."

No hello, no how are you, just a transaction.

Linda shouldn't have expected anything differently. She shuffled slowly over to the island, the pain from the caning on her feet almost as acute as the soreness in her pussy from the repeated whipping.

She slid the envelope across the counter to where Jim's coffee cup was sitting. She looked at him for a second, realizing he wasn't going to look back.

Then she stripped. Once again placing her hands palm down on the edge of the island. Legs spread out wide.

Jim stood up and circled the island.

"You are leaking cum out of your pussy. How many people fucked you last night?"

"One."

"How many times did he cum inside you?"

"Once."

Jim paused as the slight moan in Linda's voice told him a much deeper story than the overwhelming amount of cum still dripping out of her.

Linda held her breath, not hearing anything behind her, but still in full sub mode from her night with Jamal.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes, Sir."

"It wasn't too much for you?"

"No, Sir."

Jim didn't even hesitate after the first Sir. His analytical brain realized quickly that Linda had fallen into a pattern during her night with Jamal. It served his purpose to let her keep seeing him as the Dominant partner in their relationship.

"You will do it for him again?"

Linda didn't hesitate with her answer. "Yes, Sir."

"Good, he paid a lot of money to use you. He could be a great client. But I can't have you out of commission for days because he used you too hard."

"I'll be fine by tomorrow night, Sir."

Linda felt Jim's hands slowly climbing the inside of her thigh before roughly cupping her cunt.

"You like being used, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why didn't you ever talk to me about this?"

"I didn't know until the night at Morrison's. The way Marc talked to me, it sparked something in me I didn't know was there.

"If I'm being honest, I've enjoyed almost every minute of what we've been doing since then."

"Good, because we aren't even close to done. If your mouth and pussy and ass can take it, we'll be making great money off of you."

Jim's fingers slid into her pussy and ass at the same time. Two fingers in her pussy, two more in her well stretched ass.

Linda moaned immediately, partly from the ache leftover from the harsh whipping her pussy had endured from Jamal, more from the treatment she was getting from her husband.

"Use my pussy Jim. Use my ass if you want. Take me anyway you want."

Jim took his fingers out of her ass, slowly inserting all four fingers into her well lubricated cunt.

"Oh fuck, stretch me out please."

Jim began pushing his fingers deep into his slut wife's cunt. Linda felt that now familiar tingle deep inside her body.

"Use your other hand, stretch out my ass."

Jim slapped her ass hard, eliciting a cry from his wife.

"You're not in charge Linda. I am. You'll take what I give whether you like it or not."

Jim began pushing harder with his fingers, roughly tucking his thumb into her pussy and pushing his whole fist, stretching Linda in a way she'd never felt before.

Suddenly his fist disappeared and she felt his dick slide between her legs.

"Tell me how he used you."

Linda moaned again as his cock slid easily into her hole.

"He had a picture of our family on the nightstand, next to it he had a big butcher's knife."

Jim slammed his dick into her, his stomach slamming against her ass, eliciting another cry as the whipping left her beyond tender.

That cry turned to a deep moan as Jim's dick throbbed inside her.

"He edged me like nothing I've ever experienced. He'd whip my pussy, then rub it with his palm. Then whip. Then rub. Then whip. Then stimulate my G-spot with a vibrator. It lasted what seemed like hours.

"He was a master. Every time I got close, he brought intense pain. I wanted to tell him to stop so many times, but every time I wanted to tap out, he switched back to pleasure. It was like he could read my mind. And that made me get even more excited.

"I came instantly when he finally put his cock inside me. I squirted like a geyser. And it kept going on for what seemed like a week.

"When he finally came inside my pussy I passed out. Not before cumming one last time though. I squirted so much that I can't understand how any of his cum stayed inside me."

Jim was pounding her hard, his cock growing with each new revelation from his wife.

Linda was shocked. She didn't think Jim would get turned on by her recounting of the intense evening. Whether it was because of the abuse she underwent, or he just enjoyed the sexual talk she didn't know.

What she did know was that she was about to come one more time.

Suddenly Jim manhandled her into the living room, folding her over the arm of the couch.

"Did he fuck your ass?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"A lot, and when he wasn't fucking it, he had a plug in me."

Linda glanced over her shoulder, seeing Jim's phone pointed at her ass.

"Put your face down in the couch and get fucked like a good slut."

Linda immediately complied only to feel his hand come sharply onto his ass. She cried out for the third time since Jim began fucking her.

Then she felt his cock pressing against her ass. The lube from her cunt helping him easily slide past her anal ring.

There was no love in his fucking. Just raw animal passion. She had never felt this way with her husband in all the times they'd had sex. Always there was a safety in their fucking. Even when it was frenzied, she felt safe.

Today she knew he didn't care about her needs or her safety. She was being used for a nut. She was being punished for her weekend with Marc. She was being treated like the slut she'd conveyed she was enjoying being.

"Jim stop please. We need to talk."

The pace of his anal assault only increased. Another harsh slap forcing a scream from her.

"Jim please. This isn't you.

"I know you're angry with me, you have every reason to be. I fucked up beyond anything I can ever make up to you, but this is not good for you."

Linda felt Jim's hands wrap around her neck, slowly squeezing as she took his throbbing cock deep in her ass.

She immediately gasped for breath, trying to say his name unsuccessfully.

"You're here for one reason Linda. To secure Emma and Tommy's future. If you aren't comfortable with that, tell me know."

"Grggnnn," Linda tried to speak, but Jim's hands were squeezing hard and she couldn't get enough air.

She felt the burning in her stomach and for a second she was mad at herself. This was so demeaning. Why was it making her have an orgasm.

"That's what I thought. You'll take what I give you. You enjoy being a slut, stop pretending that you are upset with the way things are going. You're enjoying more orgasms than you've ever had in your life."

Jim kept pounding into Linda's tender asshole. The pain overcome only by the intensity. The fullness she felt in her ass heightened by the struggle for a full breath.

Jim had never been so aggressive in their sex. Linda realized she loved it physically while at the same time yearning for the emotional connection she gave away all those weeks ago when she walked out of Morrisons.

The shame of that thought was enough to make her orgasm. Her body clenched, spurring Jim's eruption inside her abused bowels.

He kept powerfully slamming his cock into her for a good 20 strokes all while still squeezing her neck. Long enough for the lack of oxygen see Linda pass out once again.

She awoke to Jim slapping her tit hard. Stunned at the complete lack of tenderness in his actions.

Bad enough he choked her so long, but to have no compassion for her unconsciousness?

Even Jamal had treated her with more care.

"Go upstairs and write your report. Every detail, and don't bother trying to make your actions sound better than they were. I already have the gist of what happened and how much you enjoyed being his slave."

Jim walked into the kitchen, leaving Linda a used heap of abused flesh curled up on the couch.

The tears came unbidden and once the first few hit her cheeks, the torrent started.

What had she created?

Jim was no longer the same man.

Linda was at peace with the way she was being sold. She enjoyed it. Even the choking.

The one thing giving her guilt was the damage she had done to her husband.

Something had snapped in him, and she knew with certainty that it was 100% her fault.

******

Linda was rife with anxiety.

She looked across the console to her husband, unable to fathom why he was so calm.

She was wearing a scarf around her neck, which given the recent increase in temperature, was less than appropriate for the weather.

Linda's mom opened the front door and walked out on the porch, spurring the newly whored out wife into action.

"You ready to go in?"

She turned to Jim who was already opening the driver's side door as she subconsciously tried to take a few more seconds before the moment of reckoning with her parents.

Diane, Linda's mom, was no dummy.

This was the first time Linda would be at her parents' house for any extended period.

And even if she wasn't wearing a scarf to cover up the obvious aftereffects of her submissive evening with Jamal, her mom couldn't help but notice Jim's newfound personality change.

"Hi kids. We haven't seen you in forever! So happy you are here for dinner. The kids have been great this weekend, thanks for letting us have them for a night."

"Hi mom," Jim said as he took the steps with his newfound blank expression, planting a chaste kiss on his mother-in-law's cheek.

"Hi mom," Linda said as her mom quickly wrapped her up in a hug, causing Linda to flinch as her still sensitive tits were pressed into her mom's own prodigious chest.

"Are you okay honey?" Her mother asked. Linda realized too late that she had let a gasp of pain at the hug from her mom.

"I'm great mom. Wasn't ready for that strong of a hug!"

Linda tried to laugh off the comment but could feel her mom's gaze take her in as she strode through the front door.

"Where are the kids?"

"They've been out back playing since this morning. Apparently, the warm weather has them excited to get outside."

Linda felt her mother's eyes linger on her scarf as she mentioned the warm weather.

"Oh, well," Linda thought to herself, "better than what she'd be thinking if I wasn't wearing the scarf."

Linda quickly gave her dad a kiss on the cheek and left him sitting awkwardly with her husband as she opened the back door to see her children.

As she laid eyes on Emma and Tommy playing together on the swing set, she had a flashback of the picture on Jamal's nightstand. It brought her immediately back to the bed, bound, being perfectly manipulated by the master Dom.

Ashamed she hugged her kids just as the memory of her previous night brought a spasm to her pussy.

"Mommy, Tommy squished a worm this morning, want to see it?" Emma said innocently as if she wasn't taking the opportunity to try and get her little brother in trouble.

Linda quickly flashed back to the present, forgetting the tingling sensation that had started in her core.

"I love it! Tommy and Emma, I missed you guys so much," she lied bold faced to her children. "I'm so glad you guys are having fun with gram and gramp. Tommy where did you find the worm?"

"Mommy, it was under the swing. Emma screamed and then showed it to me. I killed it so she wouldn't scared."

Emma's lips turned down quickly as she realized her well-crafted attempt to get Tommy in trouble had failed. Then turned down even more when she watched her mother give Tommy a big hug.

They turned back up again when her mom pulled her into the hug.

Linda saw the whole thing play out on her daughter's face, pulling back a tear as she tucked both of her kids heads into her chest.

She loved her children, but she couldn't deny her answers to Jamal the night before. She'd openly said she'd forget about them to chase an orgasm. This revelation about herself caused her to sniffle.

"Are you okay mommy?"

"Of course baby, I just missed you guys so much."

"But we've been to Gram and Gramps plenty of times?"

"And I missed you every time. You just didn't always get to see the tears!"

Even as she spoke to her kids, she was still turned on at the thought of the treatment she'd received at Jamal's hands. Yet scared to her core that her behavior would negatively affect them.

She accepted her enjoyment of being a whore, but even the acceptance didn't mean she understood how it was possible.

If someone had told her she would enjoy being sold for sex before her weekend with Marc she would have smacked them.

It went against everything she had believed about herself and about what was morally right.

She hugged her kids a little tighter, wondering idly if Jim would let her see someone to figure out why she was enjoying it so much.

*****

Jim sat at the center island calmly engaging with Linda's dad, Robert.

Diane was making her rounds, checking on the various dishes she was preparing.

Jim was a sucker for Diane's pot roast.

"So, what made you decide to consult on your own?"

Jim already regretted sharing his new business venture with his father-in-law. He wished he'd caught himself before bringing up the subject.

"There was just too much money available to pass it up. I'm making way more money per hour on the consulting business then I am at my job. If I keep getting new customers at the rate I've been so far, I'm going to have to get more help."

Jim couldn't help but smirk at his well-crafted answer.

"I'm proud of you son. It takes a lot of guts to build something on your own. And to be so successful out of the gate. That's something to be proud of."

Jim almost laughed out loud as he thought about what his father-in-law might think if he knew exactly how most of his income was being made. Or if he had caught the 'more help' and wondered what the help was he was already getting.

He was pulled back into the present when he heard the back door open again and heard the pitter patter of little feet alongside the heavier footsteps of his wife.

"Linda, can you set the table please. Kids go watch tv for a few minutes. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes."

Jim watched Diane as she directed her daughter and his kids. He had never really looked at her as a woman before. Just as his wife's mother.

He couldn't help but notice the curves. She was dressed conservatively, a blouse and jeans, the dark color of the blouse doing nothing to enhance her looks. Still, it was easy to see why Linda was in such high demand.

Even into her 50's her mother caught the eye. And her ass in those jeans was something else. Jim finally pulled himself back to his conversation with Robert as he caught himself gazing at the healthy V formed at the juncture of her thighs.

Maybe the help he would recruit would be close to home.

He found himself getting hard thinking about taking his mother-in-law over the kitchen island. He'd have to see if that door could be opened.

"How long do you think you will stay at your current job?"

"I don't see myself leaving any time soon. For the near future at least, I will bring more people in if I need to handle more clients."

Robert's eyes suddenly darted towards his daughter as the sharp sound of a glass breaking could be heard.

Jim looked slowly, realizing Linda had heard him and the shock made her drop the glass she was trying to set on the table.

"What are you thinking Linda. Pay attention to what you are doing. How could you possibly drop a glass?" Diane turned immediately into mother mode before grabbing the dustpan and broom and quickly cleaning up the broken glass.

"Sorry mom. I don't know what happened. Thanks for cleaning it up. I'll finish setting the table."

Jim inhaled deeply, the smell of Diane's pot roast always something enticing for him. This time he smelled something else too. He noticed Diane's scent.

*****

Linda pushed the food around her plate for the tenth time.

"Emma finish your food honey."

Suddenly she flinched as Jim reached across her to grab the salt.

"Jim, ask if you want the salt," she snapped at her husband. Drawing a side eyed glance from her mother.

She looked at her dad, but thankfully he was oblivious.

"I didn't reach across your plate. My hand was nowhere near you."

Diane looked wide eyed now, her face showing disbelief at the interaction.

Linda realized she needed to diffuse the situation quickly, acutely aware that Jim would do nothing to lessen the tension.

"Sorry honey, I guess I'm still skittish from dropping the glass. Sorry for snapping at you."

Jim didn't even respond, instead shoveling another bite of the pot roast into his mouth without glancing her way.

Diane's mouth sat agape before she looked to her husband for support. Fortunately for Linda, her father was doing the same thing as her husband.

"Honey, your pot roast is amazing tonight," said Robert. Jim laughed inside as he saw the leering glance his father-in-law shot toward Diane.

"Even in our fifties we are trying to get laid," he thought in his head.

******

Diane was rinsing the plates off in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher.

Her daughter falling back into a pattern ingrained years earlier, bringing the dirty plates to the sink for her mom. If she still lived here, she'd also be charged with emptying the dishwasher later.

These days she was just starting to teach Emma the important role of cleanup assistant.

Now the kids had escaped to the living room with the two fathers. Linda had tried to draft Emma into the cleanup, not wanting to be alone with her mother. But Diane had assured the young girl that her help was unnecessary.

"What's going on with you and Jim?"

"What do you mean mom?"

"He hasn't touched you once since you got here. He hasn't even really looked at you. And then when you dropped the glass, he made no move to help you out or make sure you were okay. Finally, you flinched noticeably when he reached for the salt.

"Is he doing something to you?"

"No mom, why would you even say that. God no, he's not doing anything to me. Jim's a perfect husband. You know that. He's probably just stressed out about the new business."

"You don't have to pretend with me Linda, I can see when something is wrong."

"Mom, everything's okay. We've been under a lot of stress lately. Work's been crazy for both of us. There's nothing more to it."

Linda could see her mom's gaze fixed on her scarf. She didn't want to wait for her mother to ask to see her neck. That would lead to questions she couldn't answer to her mother.

"Please mom, don't make something out of nothing. I know you and dad have had enough rough patches.

"I'm fine. Really. Please don't worry."

"All right. But if you ever need to talk... I'm here."

*****

Linda sat down on the couch as far from Jim as was possible.

He was busy scrolling on his phone, eyes focused as his fingers pecked away at the keyboard.

She watched as he looked up, not at her, but at her mom.

Did he just look at my mom's pussy?

She watched her husband nod at her mom and go right back to his phone. And ducked her own head quickly as her mom's gaze quickly made its way to her. She realized her mom had caught her eye before she turned to Emma, but knew she couldn't look back.

*****

Linda stared out the window as Jim drove them home.

The kids had fallen asleep within minutes of leaving her parents.

She had been tempted to open up to her mother, but the shame was simply too much. How could she share with her mom that she was being paid for sex. That she was enjoying it. In fact, it was the best sex of her life. She certainly wasn't going to tell her how she was begin fucked.

How do you tell your mom your'e getting off on getting whipped. Enjoying toys stuffed in every hole. Orgasming with a butcher knife held to her tits and throat.

She'd had multiple men at once. Taken them down her throat. Swallowed loads of sperm. Had more pasted over her face.

If she opened the door, she'd have to admit everything.

Even worse she'd have to admit how much she was enjoying it.

"Marc texted me while we were at your parents. Jamal said he'd never had a better experience with anyone. He's certain he will be calling you again."

"Jim, my mom knows something is going on."

"So?"

"She asked if we were okay... I told her everything was fine. She didn't believe me."

"You'll have to get better at lying to her. Unless you're saying you want to stop?"

Jim left the question there, the implied threat obvious.

"I didn't say that. Just, we need to be careful. I can't have my parents find out what's going on."

"I'm not sure what you want me to do here Linda. They are your parents. I didn't tell them anything. And I won't. Although, quite frankly, I had every right to tell them exactly what you did with Marc."

Linda turned her head, looking back out the window.

It was clear that Jim was not going to be any help.

She was coming to grips with the truth. Morrison's had opened a part of herself she didn't know existed. She chuckled for a second. Actually, it was Marc that opened up parts of her she didn't know existed.

Now she didn't want to walk away. The risk of her parents finding out was real. But the orgasms she had experience for almost 20 hours straight were still strong in her mind.

The further Jim's control of her life went, the more exciting it got.

She leaned her head against the window and once again flashed back to the knife against her neck, Jamal's dick stretching her well used cunt. Her hand reached between her legs without conscious thought.

She caught herself, and then said fuck it and started pressing her palm firmly against her clit.

"I'll grab Emma, you grab Tommy please. I'll meet you in the bedroom as soon as we've put them in bed."

Linda reached over the center console and grabbed Jim's cock with one hand while grabbing his hand off the gear shift and placing it firmly on her pussy.

The promise of letting him use her afterwards left unsaid.

*****

Linda made it in to work on time, which for her was fifteen minutes late.

She prided herself on being early.

The quiet fifteen minutes before anyone bothered her had been her secret to success.

She used the time to map out her day. Set her three highest priorities and make sure her calendar was set up to help her achieve all three.

The few times she had been late in her years here were always rough days.

Something always seemed to go wrong, and she could never manage the time to fix it while still accomplishing the most important things on her plate.

Today it was a miracle she even made it on time.

She thought back to the way her husband had used her last night and a smile creeped over her face. It was after nine o'clock when they got home and close to 9:30 by the time the kids had been carried to bed and they were sure Tommy and Emma wouldn't interrupt.

Jim had used her almost as skillfully as Jamal. Linda couldn't help but wonder how things might be different if Jim had unlocked this side of her before she absconded from Morrison's with Marc.

Would she have turned down the Tight Ends overture?

She would never know for sure.

What she did know was that Jim was eliciting orgasms every bit as strong as the string of paid clients she was servicing.

Last night he'd fucked her ruthlessly in every hole. Three hours of filling her throat, her pussy and her ass with his powerful cock. She'd been stuffed with a dildo in her ass while he fucked her pussy mercilessly.

She'd even taken his cock and a dildo in her cunt at the same time.

After the abuse from Jamal on Saturday, she was feeling it this morning.

An almost complete lack of sleep on Saturday and then very little on Sunday combined with the stress she felt from her visit to her parents.

She looked up to see Megan coming towards her desk. She steeled herself for the banal conversation she knew was coming.

"Damn girl, you must've had one hell of a weekend with your husband. You're glowing... You look like you got worked over HARD."

"Morning Megan, what do you mean? "

"The bruises all over your neck? You look like you got ridden hard and put away wet, honey."

"You're hilarious Megan. If only it was because of that. I was rough housing with my kids this weekend. My husband thought it would be a good idea to let them watch WWE Friday night."

Megan laughed.

"Okay, if that's the story you want to tell. I won't tell anyone different. I hope you had a great weekend."

"I did Megan. Thank you."

Linda kept it purposefully brief, looking right back down at her computer screen, hoping that Megan would move on.

Thankfully, the resident gossip monger got the hint and moved on.

Still, Linda knew that Megan wouldn't keep any story to herself. And the bruises on her neck were too big a story for Megan to pass up.

The interaction further distracted her. She couldn't stop thinking back to everything that had happened to her in the last few weeks.

She got lost thinking about how different her world was today than two months ago.

Her cunt throbbed. She'd been stretched out last night taking Jim and a large dildo in her pussy at the same time. It was a good throb though and she found that familiar heat start to grow between her thighs.

She opened her email in an effort to pull her mind out of her vagina.

*****

Jim was in his home office when he heard the front door open. He quickly got up and rushed out, not expecting anyone.

He saw his wife entering the kitchen and sat down at the island.

"What are you doing home so early?"

"I couldn't function today. After the lack of sleep on Saturday with Jamal and then what you did to me last night..." Linda tried to smile at her husband, hoping to get some type of an emotional reaction.

Instead, he just stared at her with the same stone faced expression he'd had almost continuously since she first stepped out on him with Marc.

"I had an interaction this morning that made me start thinking that continuing to work might be too dangerous."

"Yeah? What happened?"

"Megan came up to me right at the start of the day. She didn't even say hello, just 'Damn girl, you must've had one hell of a weekend with your husband. You look like you got worked over hard.' It made me have a moment of panic and I couldn't concentrate on work after that.

"I was thinking it might be a good idea to stop."

"Funny you brought it up. You're already making a quarter of your current salary in two weeks. I was doing accounting this morning and decided it would be far better to add more clients during the day than to have you keep working at your job.

"Even if daytime clients pay less than your current nighttime obligations, you'll still make far more money than you do at work."

"You want me to fuck even more?"

"What else did you have in mind?"

Jim stared at his wife, hoping she understood how little he cared about her feelings in this.

He didn't care that she was embarrassed at work. His acceptance of her quitting was purely about the money, not about her feelings.

"I didn't have anything else in mind honey, I just felt like going to work will only cause bigger problems. I wasn't thinking about taking on more clients."

"Are you saying you won't take on more clients?"

"I didn't say that, it just caught me by surprise because I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"If you aren't making money at your job, you might as well be making money with your pussy. God knows you've been enjoying every minute of it."

Jim watched his wife's face sag as his words hit her hard. That didn't take away the truth of them though.

"I'm not your honey Linda. I'm the man you walked away from to fuck an NFL star. If we didn't have two wonderful children to think about, I wouldn't be here. If I didn't know exactly how badly I'd get screwed by the legal system, I wouldn't still be here. You made your bed. If you want to stop being a paid whore, let me know. You can live with the fallout of it."

He didn't have to put words to the underlying threat.

They'd been at her parents less than 24 hours before and her shame had prevented her from opening up to her mother. Something Jim had counted on.

He knew she would do almost anything to avoid having her parents find out what she had become.

"Jim, how can you say that? I know I fucked up. I'm sorry. I don't know why I went with him. I don't know why I've been so turned on being a slut. But I've done everything you've asked of me. I know I hurt you. But you don't have to be so disdainful."

"Disdainful? How many times did you fuck Marc before you even thought about me? How many times did he put his cum inside you before you remembered you have two children? How far down your throat did his cock reach before you looked at the ring on your finger? How stretched out was your asshole before you felt ashamed of your actions?

"Don't talk to me about disdainful. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, I could ever do to match the disdain you showed me that weekend. A special night for US. And you accepted his dance invitation without a second glance at me. Then lied to my face to walk out of the club with him."

Linda tensed as she saw the utter rage under his stone-faced visage. His veins were popping out of his forearms, his carotid arteries pulsing on either side of his neck.

And yet the look on his face remained steadfast. Only the pulsing of his veins gave away his anger. And Linda wouldn't have noticed if she didn't know her husband so well.

"I'm sorry Jim. You're right. It was a terrible choice of words.

"Thank you for agreeing to let me stop my job. It's a relief to not have to walk in there anymore and face those women who want nothing more than to gossip.

"If you can find me more clients, I'll do what you need."

"Perfect. For now, you've been booked again by the TE's Coach for tonight. You've got a few hours before Marc picks you up. Get some rest and then take a shower. I fully expect you to impress them enough to get invited back next week."

Jim watched closely and saw a slight gleam in Linda's eyes. He could only imagine what was going on in her head. Five hulking men that would be shoving their thick cocks down her throat, and she was smiling.

He smiled himself, thinking about another $2000. $1600 for their account.

Another idle thought. With the sheer amount of clients she was entertaining, maybe it was time to renegotiate with Marc. 20% was steep for the amount of dick she was taking.

"I'll handle your resignation. Draft something simple, but I'll review it before you send it. We'll say you're leaving for personal reasons. Keep it short."

Linda nodded slowly. She gave no further resistance, simply accepting the loss of another piece of her old life. Jim couldn't help but wonder if she regretted bringing up quitting her job.

He opened his laptop on the island, already thinking about the potential clients he could fill Linda's daytime with.

He could feel Linda's eyes on him. He knew she was struggling with the reality of her new situation. At the same time, he was confident that she would do everything she was asked.

He wondered for a second what his life would be like today if he had discovered his wife was a true submissive before her weekend with Marc.