I was getting into anonymous hookups -- not for me but for my wife. There were so many bad things that could happen and I wanted to watch. We were practically around the block from a bar. It wasn't itself really a "pickup" place but, with the internet, everywhere was a pickup place. I could watch Mary from one end of the bar while she chatted up the date I had found for her on any given night. Then she could take them to our place. I had cameras everywhere but, more importantly, there were many places for me to hide and watch. I even did some light remodeling so it was easier. My focus was mainly on the living room and the downstairs bedroom. I could watch either from multiple places without being seen. There was a bathroom off the downstairs bedroom with a shower -- I could watch that too.
To be clear, I'm not a cuckold. Cuckolds get off at feeling humiliated when their girls hook up with other guys. I was something else. I got off when Mary, my wife and one true love, was used, abused and humiliated by other guys. The "empty house" scenario I devised was perfect for this. Alone with a strange new man in an empty house, he could do anything to Mary as long as there was no evidence of assault. And that's what I was looking for -- guys who would take advantage of the situation to use, abuse and humiliate my wife.
It's harder than you might think. Most guys are generally good people. Even the ones who come across as rough on online dating sites or dress rough, generally want to be tender rather than rough in bed. They listen when they're told no, they become rough only with lots of goading. The act of sex is an act of love that they crave. We had too many of those in Mary's pants -- or skirt I should say -- before we found what I was looking for, the true bad guys.
The good guys would go home with Mary, make out with her, remove their clothes as they removed hers and do her on the bed or the couch, generally in the missionary position. We had a half dozen of those before I started getting the guys I wanted. The secret was to find guys who switched their profile. They would have a profile, delete it, and get another one, which I could tell by the pictures.
The first guy I found was a middle-aged guy like us, dark curly hair, olive skin, in pretty good shape, wearing a button down oxford with the top two buttons open. He had a necklace with a cross on it, nice slacks and nice leather shoes, all black. He had on a nice watch and a bevy of nice rings. Mary was dressed in what was essentially her slut uniform. She had on a white silky blouse with collar and long sleeves, button down as well with the upper buttons open to reveal her cleavage. The almost sheer fabric showed that she had a black bra underneath. Her leather skirt accentuated her hips and went about one third of the way down her thigh. She had on black leather pumps with an open toe. Fingernails and toenails were both painted blue to match her eyes. She had on hanging earrings and a pendant necklace, as well as her own bevy of rings.
The guy was smooth, charming. He bought Mary a coujple of drinks and the bartender knew him. I saw the bartender make certain that Mary's cocktails were stronger than normal. It wasn't long until Mary was obviously a little tipsy and they were headed out the door. I followed them, Mary hanging on the guy's arm as she directed him to her house. I was hard. She opened the door with her keys and the two went in. While Mary put on some music, he poured some wine for them. They talked and both were smiling, looking each other up and down. The guy's name was Curt, of course. In the kitchen, Curt put his drink down and, standing close to Mary, he started unbuttoning her shirt. She looked surprised, then pleased, and put her drink down. Mary put her arms around Curt's neck and leaned in to kiss him. The greasy-looking guy pushed her chest lightly to stop her.
"Sorry, I don't know where that mouth's been," he said. Mary looked confused and a little hurt. Curt finished unbuttoning Mary's blouse and, leaving it tucked into her skirt, pushed it down on her shoulders, knocking her arms off his shoulders. He smiled evilly at my wife, as he pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and pulled her bra down, revealing her tits. Her bra, still clasped in the back, was down to her waist as he started playing with her tits, grasping them, rubbing them.
"Your tits aren't bad, though a bit saggy," the guy said, obviously being an asshole as he looked down at them. Mary looked at him, a bit bleary, a bit hurt, obviously not sure what to say.
Curt scissored Mary's nipples between his thumb and hand and looked her in the face. He smiled at Mary, then put his hand up to her cheek, leaving it there, somehow being threatening without actually threatening her. Mary tried to lift her arms, realizing they were stuck at her sides by her shirt and bra. She started to pull her arms out of them and Curt caught them, holding each wrist in his hands. He smiled cruelly at Mary, again oozing threat.
"Your mouth is good for only one thing," he said, looking a distraught Mary in the eyes, "and I think it's time for you to use it." Curt pushed lightly on her shoulders, his eyes saying he would push harder if needed, do other things if needed, to get what he wanted. Mary was under my instructions to do whatever the guys she hooked up with wanted, so she wasn't really going to resist, though she did look humiliated as she got on her knees. Curt put his hands on his hips, looking like he was standing in a Superman pose as he looked down expectantly at Mary.
Mary did what Curt obviously wanted and pulled her hands up out of her shirt and bra, undid his pants, his belt, the clasp, his zipper, and pulled them down. Curt was wearing bikini briefs, black silk. Mary pulled those down to reveal his cock, which sprang to life. It was average size and uncircumcised. He had a thick black bush which was sweaty on his pelvis and his balls. Mary reached for his cock. "Tsk tsk tsk." Mary froze. "Don't touch my cock with those hands." Mary looked up again, "Only your lips. No teeth." Mary wrapped her lips around Curt's cock, which was obviously sweaty. I imagined, given his appearance and the sweat, that it was gamey. Mary closing her eyes brought another command. "Look at me," he said. "Don't close your eyes." Mary did as she was told. "Now suck," he said, obviously wanting to be in charge. Mary was frozen, afraid she would do something wrong. Curt reached down with his right hand to put his hand lightly on Mary's blonde head. Using gentle pressure, the smiling man started moving Mary's head back and forth.
"Play with your tits," Curt directed and Mary started rubbing them like she was a porno actress, still sucking, looking in Curt's eyes, and moving her head back and forth as he directed. "Pinch your nipples," he said, and she complied. "Harder," and she was really squeezing them. Curt was starting to breathe heavy, his chest moving up and down. He looked down at Mary and put both hands on her head, starting to grasp it more firmly.
Curt began to move his hips back and forth and guided Mary's head more firmly with his hands. Soon he had handfuls of hair and was pulling Mary's head rapidly back and forth, thrusting his hips in and out. Mary let go of her tits and had her hands resting on his thighs, not resisting, more stabilizing. Curt's cock was obviously bouncing off the back of Mary's throat as she started gagging and coughing, keeping her mouth shut and the cough coming out her nose.
"I'm gonna shove this down your throat, bitch. You better not resist or I'll hurt you." Mary's eyes grew big but she didn't open her mouth to protest. He did what he said, holding her head tight and shoving his hips until Mary's nose was in his bush and his balls bounced off her chin. Mary had to close her eyes, which started watering, as she choked and retched while Curt held his cock down her throat. He pulled all the way out and let Mary cough it out, then shoved his cock back into her mouth. "Suck it!" and she obeyed, her cheeks caving in. "Look at me," and Mary looked up at him, her eyes still watering. A few more short thrusts and the olive ass thrust forward again, Curt's cock going down Mary's throat again. He waited for a five count then pulled out, not all the way out this time. Mary opened her mouth to cough and Curt casually slapped her cheek. "Keep those lips closed." Mary snapped to obey, closing her lips and sucking again.
Another ten seconds of bouncing his cock off Mary's throat and he thrust down again, pulling her head extra hard, flattening her nose against his pelvis. Her eyes were wide. Curt left his cock down Mary's throat, cutting off her air, for several seconds. "I'm gonna cum on your face" he warned, growling. He was holding his cock there until Mary started to squirm and started tapping his legs with her hands, his smile growing bigger.
The throatfucker finally pulled his cock out, all the way out, and, grabbing his cock, shot his load, aiming the first shots at Mary's eyes. She squeezed them shut. The next shot was further down on her face. He kind of leaned back so he could hit her tits with the rest. "Ugh," Curt let out. Still holding Mary's hair with one hand, he wiped his wet cock on her cheeks. She looked up at him, obviously humiliated, but equally obviously afraid to do anything to stop him.
Curt leaned down and pulled up his underwear and pants and, zipping up, turned to go. "I'd give that a four out of ten," he sneered. "You better hope your husband never gets with a good whore or he'll be bound to leave you." He left and closed the door behind him. Mary's shoulders slumped and she started sobbing. I comforted her by letting her give me a blowjob and laughing as I told her she was at least a six out of ten.
