Paying For My Husbands Sins

I sigh as I set down my phone after reading the latest online tabloid news. My husband, Javier Chow, received dozens of complaints from his underhanded sales tactics and overcharging naive victims at his mobile phone shop. I run a separate mobile phone shop named after myself - "Jillian's Mobile Service". Yet these past few days I have received so many negative comments on my shop's social media page, despite my repeated declarations that we ran different mobile phone shops. Javier isn't a bad guy; he just mixed with the wrong company that led him to make questionable decisions. Besides, these "victimized" customers should've read the fine print about additional fees to pay for their new mobile phone before signing their contracts. I'm not saying my husband is right, I'm just saying that both sides are at fault.

On my advice, Javier went into hiding after the public doxxed our home addresses, while I continue to stay in our apartment. I can't wait for all these negativity to blow over soon, so he and I can spend more quality time together. Just before all these unnecessary online uproar, we made plans to have a child, to start a family. As a sign of that commitment, I've removed my IUD just weeks ago - Birth control pills are not an option due to my damned one-in-a-million uncommon allergy. What am I supposed to do now with Javier missing and him possibly getting in trouble with the law in the upcoming days?!

Still, it's a nice Monday morning, and I've just finished my shower before I hear the doorbell ring. Wrapping myself in a white bathrobe, I went to open the door, remembering that my husband told me that around this time he's coming back to get a few supplies before sneaking out again.

Javier's bruised face with his mouth scotch-taped is the first thing that shows up, but I can't even react in time when I am pushed aside - A large hand grabs my husband's neck and shove him forward and into our flat. He lands on the floor, uttering muffled moans of pain, I gasp in shock when I see that Javier's hands are bound behind him, his shirt and shorts smudged with dirt and dust from what's presumably an earlier struggle elsewhere. I move forward in an attempt to help him up but the stranger who has entered our flat separates us and slam me against the wall.

I slowly rise up as I try to recover from my shock and gather my thoughts as to what's going on. I look up at the furious-looking man before us. He looked like he's pushing 40, wearing an old blue t-shirt with faded colours and a pair of grubby paint-stained grey pants. His unkempt hair covers his ears partly, and he has a thick mustache. I can see just a tiny bit of a beer gut poking out from that undersized t-shirt. But what is more intimidating is his size and height. Javier and I are about the same height, and this man is one head taller than us, with his chest and arms clad in muscle. There is no way either of us can fight back against him.

"Oh hi Jillian, apologies for the intrusion, I'm Kelvin," the stranger introduces himself.

"What do you want?" I try to put on a brave front, but my legs are shaking. The answer seems obvious though.

"I represent a group of customers who bought phones from your husband's shop. We are all VERY unhappy at being made to overpay. Guess what? Some equally angry folks hooked us up with your husband's whereabouts while the authorities did shit about our complaints."

"Can't we talk over this like civilized people?" I continue trying to reason. Kelvin meanwhile just ignores my reasonable attempt for diplomacy. He closes the door. Then he drags my husband over to a chair and ties him up with rope he has in his bag. This man clearly came prepared.

"Your husband sure didn't sound civilized when he laughed at his latest victim who was on his knees begging for a refund."

That recorded moment shared across social media is exactly what caused the whole thing to blow up. I took a deep breath before laying out on this dumbass.

"Maybe YOU should read everything before signing the contract? That last two paragraph stating the additional 200% service charge and 400% penalty if you back out?"

"Did you even know how damn long that contract is?!"

"Of course, I help proof-read it," I blurt out, and too late did I realize what I just did: From the corner of my eye I can see Javier wide-eyed in panic, shaking his head. It is true; Javier has a poorer command of the English language, so he can't actually write a proper contract while five years ago I have actually studied law as an undergraduate. It is not my place to question his business ethics; this is his shop after all.

"So, you ARE working with him all along? So much for saying you have nothing to do with your husband's schemes," Kelvin laughs before continuing, "Oh yeah, by the way, the Hai Seng boss called me this morning, screaming for your husband's head."

The implication of that is not lost on me. The tabloids revealed that Javier's latest victim is the mentally-challenged son of the newest top boss of this infamous secret society. The leader is likely one of the many furious folks who began the online witch-hunt against us. Other news had also reported that this Hai Seng gang has been in resurgence in recent years, and is completely utterly ruthless and cruel to their enemies. If their boss gets his hands on us...

"Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe I can make a call and let him know you both are in here, just to see what those guys can do with their machetes."

"Please, I have enough money, I can pay you back," I quickly reply. Kelvin stares back at me with an unpleasant smile as his eyes lower down. He's staring at the outline of my breasts showing through that wet bathrobe. I cross my arms across my chest instinctively and back away.

"I came up with another idea while I was on my way here. Apparently your husband took my $400 deposit without giving me my phone. I bet a hot bitch like you is worth at least $400 per hour if not more. So why not let me have the rest of the morning playing with you and I would call it even."

"Fuck you."

"That's exactly what I intend to do," Kelvin remarks as he shoves me to the floor.

"Ow! Asshole, you are going to be sorry!" I curse as I land on my ass.

"I'm sorry I never did this earlier," Kelvin snarls as he lands on top of me. He grapples me on to the floor as he disrobes me, pulling my bathrobe off and exposing my naked curves before him, much to my shock. My natural reaction to being attacked is to get away.

Kelvin did not give me a chance to get away. He grabs my right upper arm and drags me behind him - To my bedroom.

"Noooo-Mmmm!" I open my mouth briefly to scream before he cups my mouth almost instantly, muffling my calls for help to my neighbours.

"Or how about I give the big boss a call now so you can make your screaming more obvious when his goons arrive," he whispers in my ear. I shiver and stop my struggles, having understood my position.

"Good girl."

I am thrown onto my own bed, and I am breathing hard with my face on the mattress as he holds my neck down. I make no protests when he ties my hands behind my back with my bath robe belt. From the corner of my eye as I lay motionless, I can see Kelvin dragging the chair which my hapless husband remained tied to, over to one end of the bed where he faces me in this sorry, submissive position.

I shiver and dare not look behind me, but the sounds are clearly of Kelvin undressing.

He jumps on me, laughing as he drags me up to face my husband. Now on Kelvin's lap, his hands freely roam all over my body. He sucks on my neck, his fingers slowly but surely exploring the soft inner folds of my pussy, making me squirm.

"No, please, not in front of Javier," I finally utter my plea.

"Uh-oh. I want that jerk of your husband to know how I feel when he cheated me of my money!" He grunts, his hand grabbing one of my breasts and squeezing until I cry out in pain. Yet his other hand continues to play with my pussy.

I hate what is happening to me, but having a stranger do this to me in front of my husband while treating me so roughly, is weirdly turning me on - All against my will. The sensations of him leaving hickeys on my body and manhandling my tits shot straight into my pussy.

"You like it, don't you? My fingers are already moist, slut." Kelvin says this line out loud within earshot of Javier.

"No..." I shake my head, my tears about to well up.

"Maybe you like me to play with your pussy more? My fingers stirring it in..."

My breathing goes shallow; my head turns away in shame as I refuse to look at my husband. I have to admit to myself that this intruder's hands did a better job than Javier had ever done. I crumble back against Kelvin, resigning to be his play-toy for this morning. Having my hands bound only adds to the helplessness of it all. I can feel his cock slowly stiffening as it pushes against the cheek of my ass. I catch myself wondering how big his cock is, a slight tinge of guilt creeping into my mind. I know it is all my body's natural response to sexual stimulation, but still.

As much of a failing battle it is, I try to shut out the feeling while he plays with me for several minutes. His other hand retreats from my breasts, and I gasp involuntarily when without any warning, his fingers presses against my swelling clit. He rubs my clit and pussy mercilessly, and I can no longer hold back.

I jerk and shudder against Kelvin's body as I eventually cry out loud in the presence of my husband, my tears now freely flowing down my cheeks. I just orgasmed for this stranger.

"My turn now, slut," he grunts as he moves to my side, lying down with his legs spread apart. He grabs my hair and pulls me down, poking his half-erect cock against my face. Seeing no alternative, I open my mouth and take his cock in. It's no romantic blowjob for sure: With his hands for guidance, I hastily bob my head up and down on him, hoping to get him off this way. Doesn't seem to matter to Kelvin as he's groaning and enjoying my oral attention anyway.

"God, never imagined your big mouth can be so tight!" He moans. His cock by now has grown so much that when I pull his cock out of my mouth, I am almost mesmerized by the sight. How was I able to fit that in my mouth? His cock is like a couple of inches longer than I am used to and almost the circumference of my wrist!

I get no time to reflect on this however, as his hands push my head down, forcing me to take his cock down my throat. That sensation of a hard cock forcefully pushing up against my throat is hurting me, but I know with my hands tied I can do nothing else but let him skull-fuck me.

Yet after a few rounds of his brutal strokes, he pulls out, and I cough and gasp for air. He frees my hands. In my mind I am almost thanking him for that small bit of mercy.

In no time I am on my hands and knees facing Javier, once again reminding me of my husband's presence as his eyes seemingly trained on us both all this time. I can feel Kelvin's presence behind me.

"I wonder if your pussy is as tight." He muses, his hands on my hips with his hard cock sliding up and down against my pussy lips. He isn't asking.

"No, not there, please!" I turn back, horrified at what's to come.

"You damn well know I can do anything I want to you now, otherwise..." Kelvin leaves the rest of his threat unspoken as he pushes his fully erect cock into my wet pussy.

"Oh baby, your pussy feels like it's chewing on my dick!" Kelvin groans. I grimace as my pussy slowly accommodates his size. He starts pumping me slowly.

"God I wanted to do this when I saw your photos," He grunts, referring to my online selfies that leaked across social media when we were doxxed. I couldn't bear to read all the unkind, often sexual remarks the online guys make about me. Turns out I have one lustful admirer having his dreams fulfilled. Feels oddly enjoyable, being stretched like that.

"Ooooh," A light moan escapes my lips at this thought and I regret it immediately.

"Hey Javier, I think your wife loves my cock!" Kelvin laughs as he begins pounding me with a more regular pace. I force my eyes down at the mattress, not daring to look up, not wanting to face my husband at this involuntary betrayal. Kelvin's approval fills me with shame, and I fear there is more to come. My body and mind already quickly adapted to endure this humiliating experience, his increasing pace is now bringing me to ecstasy, an unwanted pleasure forced upon me.

My breathing is becoming ragged; my body begins moving along of its own accord with his thrusts, our rhythm now in sync. He surely can feel my lustful need for his cock, the waves of increasing pleasure mounting thrust after thrust, yet I refuse to cry out, keeping my mouth firmly closed.

It is his reach-around that finally triggers me. His magical fingers once again rubbing my clit as he fucks me. Not that! I can't stop it, that joyful sensation is coming again! My eyes now shut, I let my mouth admit my defeat.

"Yesssssss," a rush of euphoria going straight into my head as I let loose with my second climax of the morning. I can almost feel my pussy's juices spilling out as it squeezes the intruder's cock.

It is then Kelvin starts thrusting even harder than before, and I barely have time to recover from my senses when he starts moaning unintelligibly. The alarm within me rises. I am no longer on birth control, and based on the rhythm method I am using, this is actually the time I'm ovulating, at my most vulnerable yet also my horniest in this cycle. I can't continue this!

I begin shaking my hips to get off him, but to no avail. He holds me tight, pumping me to wild abandon. I wail as I hear him make his final groan.

"Letting it go in your pussy, miss!"

"No...." Despair washes over me as I am forced to feel his semen spurting deep inside of me, my head slumping onto my mattress.

He collapses on top of me, gasping and chuckling.

"That isn't so bad huh? We both got off."

After that line, he leaves the bedroom. I hear him on his phone just outside of the bedroom, but I'm wallowing too deeply in my own self-pity to bother to eavesdrop. It didn't take long. He returns, grabbing my face and lifting me up. I'm looking straight into the face of a man who had just dominated me. His seed slowly drips out of me as a reminder of where he has been. I remain at his mercy.

"Don't mind me, just now had a talk with your husband's victims... Let's go back to where we left off. What next?"

"... Let me go?" I weakly ask.

"Right, not letting go of such an excellent slut. Not stopping until I break you," he chuckles.

Kelvin continues his routine of making me feel unwanted pleasure again. Except this time, my mind doesn't seem to register this as "unwanted". Unexpected, surprising seems more appropriate words to describe the pleasure I am feeling. He makes me look straight into my husband's eyes, by now my eyes remain wet but I am out of tears. Upon Kelvin's order I rub my clit and pussy while he happily plays with my tits and erect nipples, whispering all kinds of vulgar acts he wants to do with me that I cannot refuse not to listen to.

I inevitably climax in front of my husband's despairing expression.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked out my apology to Javier at a low volume.

"You are not that sorry yet," Kelvin remarks. He pushes me to one side as he lies on the bed, his head towards the end of the bed that's facing Javier. He asks me to play with his cock, which I obey him dutifully as if I am doing that for my husband.

"When I'm hard again, face your husband and ride me till I cum."

Strangely I like the feeling of his cock going hard in my hands, it is like I am doing something right. Soon he's back to full mast again.

I straddle Kelvin, sinking my pussy down on his shaft, groaning at the effort of his huge cock fitting inside of me. This time I'm the one moving my hips as I bounce up and down on his cock, with Kelvin's hands playing with my tits. The pleasure is overriding my senses yet again. I close my eyes, not wanting to look at Javier as I am enjoying this, but my last visual of him is him sporting a noticeable bulge on the front of his shorts. The thought of him being aroused by my debasement somehow turns me on even more.

Two, five, then ten minutes passes by. I am getting into this, I know that.

"Whose cock do you like more?" Kelvin asks.

When I did not respond, he shoves me down against his hard tool and let it stay there, making me gasp at his sudden brutal thrust.

"Whose cock feels better, slut?" Kelvin asks again.

"Yours," I breathe.

"Louder."

"Your cock feels better than my husband's!" I cry out loud so that Javier can hear it clearly. Upon that, Kelvin releases his hands, effectively giving his order for me to go at his cock again.

I start to pound Kelvin with full force. He too thrust his hips, his hands on my ass helping me along as he meets my pussy with every stroke. I am drooling from my lips at the whole experience. Sweat drips off my face, my body, as I joyfully fuck this stranger beneath me in full view of my husband. I am no longer doing this because I am forced to. I am doing this because I want every inch of Kelvin's dick inside of me and I can't... No, I won't stop until I climax yet again.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhh!!!" I moan out loud, my head throwing back and my thighs shuddering as I have my fourth and final orgasm of the morning.

Kelvin too is groaning with delight as he cums inside of me once again. Awareness of what he just did should be leaving me completely distraught, yet I no longer care about that now. My exhausted self slides off him, collapsing on the bed. I catch my breath, my lips slowly curling into a satisfied smile.

I am being punished for my husband's wrongdoings and I love it.

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Kelvin keeps his promise after having his hours-long session with me, not reporting Javier's whereabouts to the vengeful secret society boss. But he never said anything about the other customers whom my husband has conned of their money.

Weeks have passed. Since then I had separate appointments with every single one of the customers who demanded their money back. Under the unyielding orders of Kelvin, who reminded me that he will check with each customer, I was forced to offer to substitute the payment for a no-condoms fuck-job in my bedroom - With Javier watching the proceedings. All the women and some men gave me that disgusted look and just put out their hand demanding their money from Javier instead. Nearly a dozen men eagerly took on that offer though. By the end of every fuck-job I was always left panting from my climaxes however shameful I was supposed to feel, and none of these guys pulled out of my cunt when they cum. At the end of each session the customer would take a photo of my well-fucked body, sometimes with Javier's unwilling face captured in the scene, sending it to Kelvin as evidence that I had done my job. When all the private settlements were finally over, Kelvin sent all those photos back to me, demanding that in return I give him a video of myself masturbating, and I obeyed him as I should.

Javier knew that he can't run away forever, and probably due to a combination of his own stress from hiding and the trauma of watching me get "raped" by his customers, he eventually decides to go to the police and confess his crimes. This ensures he gets locked up for trial without bail, gratifying both the public and the Hai Seng gang. Because of this, some people probably think that I went through all these ordeals for nothing.

Actually, not completely for nothing. I remain free from prosecution, leaving me standing alone and in peace at home. I stare blankly at the printed out photos of my degradation pasted around my bedroom, gently caressing my belly where that soft roundness gradually grows. I am still well in the family way as Javier and I planned, the exception being that I won't be able to pick out the father from a crowd...