Hot Tub Wife Pimpin Part 3 by 1843

“You sunovabitch. You mutherfucker!” A string of swearwords flew out of my wife’s mouth, and for good reason too. They weren’t aimed at me but they might as well have been. I have a small auto parts shop and garage and times have been tough lately and I needed some extra work and as ashamed as I was to go to my competitor to basically beg for help, I did just that. It went way too far and a drunken wife later Neal fucked Karen half passed out while I watched.

It wasn’t what either of us were expecting, but afterwards we both got really turned on talking about it and feeling all of the various emotions that kind of encounter brings up. Jealousy, shame, envy, lust, anger, betrayal, fear, the entire spectrum. After months of replaying it over and over again in our heads in our bed, when money became a problem again, we mutually agreed to invite Neal over again for more of his “help”.

Tonight he ravished my wife in every hole, fully degraded her and conditioned her to love this abuse with multiple orgasms smashed out of her with his massive prick. That would have been enough to blow Karen’s mind in a way I was uncomfortable with, in a way that made me uncontrollably hard, but as it turns out, that was just the beginning of our night.

The whole time he was streaming it for our four employees. Not recording it. Well maybe recording it too, but now the four mechanics had watched their boss’s wife act the filthy pornstar with a promise she would do the same for them in lieu of their last two weeks pay.

Neal just got a text telling him they were outside waiting by the hottub.

Rich, Jake, Diego and Lester. Rich and Jake were from Neal’s shop to “help me” keep up with Neal’s demanding schedule. They didn’t seem to like me much, though now I wondered what he’d told them before they started with us. They were young guys in their early twenties, kind of like frat bro guys, but decent mechanics. I saw them check out Karen a few times at the shop but I didn’t think much of it, actually I was flattered.

Diego was a good looking Latino guy in his early thirties. Good guy, got along great with both of us… until the recent grueling schedules and missing paycheques. Out of all the guys, Diego was almost a friend to Karen when she was at the garage. He had a wife and kids but I could tell Karen found him attractive.

Lester had been with us the longest. Since it was my dad’s business. He knew me since I was a kid and always gave me a hard time. Always thought he knew better than me. He was in his 50’s. Karen never liked Lester. He never married, rarely dated and we guessed picked up hookers. Maybe Karen didn’t like him because I’d told her everytime he’d said something perverse and innapropriate about the way she dressed or shape of her body or anything. Now, knowing what he’d seen and what he was in line for now, churned my stomach.

I didn’t know if Karen was going to completely melt down or totally lose her mind altogether but it had already been a crazy night. Now the idea that there were four more guys waiting for their turn…

Neal was laid back on our bed, wiping his cum and my wifes pussy juice onto our sheets.

Karen was staggered, mentally. “I’m not fucking them all for…”

Neal interrupted as he put his pants back on. “Each. For about 700 bucks in back pay for each one.”

So the contracts themseleves, sure they made tens of thousands, even though he was only really giving us the contracts, no money exchanging hands, now Karen would be literally fucking to pay our debts for hundreds in lieu of cash each time.

Neal buckled his belt. “You have nothing to hide any more.”

“Fuck you!” She spat back at a near breaking point, emotionally.

“Fuck your modesty!” He shot back. “You want to watch a replay on my phone? You’re a natural fuck machine, and you love it. Your cuck of a husband loves it. What’s he going to do?”

It was the first time I was mentioned. I stood up and started to ask Karen if she wanted me to stop it.

She kind of half laughed, half sneered, “You’re the reason this is happening! If you could have done something about it we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?”

I sat down again quietly.

Neal pressed on, putting his shoes back on. “They’re already outside and getting in your hot tub. ”

“You think you can sell me into a gang bang?” She crossed the room to look out the back window through the sliding glass door.

“Yes I do. You don’t have a choice unless you want to lose the entire deal right now. Try to think about it more like the best staff party you’ll ever host.” He laughed.

Karen would have turned to spit something venomous back at him, but at the sliding glass door was now Diego who had walked over. He opened it.

“Uhh…” he said, unsure of how to act around Karen who was still naked. His awkwardness reflexively made Karen cover her boobs and pussy with her hands. Her face was so red from embarrassment. “The guys were wondering if we could get some drinks?”

Karen’s head turned on a swivel. “Can I have drinks?” She asked Neal.

“I think we have a deal.” He agreed.

So spun from the idea of drinking her shame away Karen forgot all about being naked, “Okay let’s go get some drinks.”

They walked off down the hall to the kitchen as if everything was normal, but I knew she wanted to get away from Neal and crawl into a bottle as fast as possible. I couldn’t believe how fast everything was moving now.

I glowered with hatred at Neal.

He caught my eye and said, “You gonna do anything about it faggot?”

He waited but I couldn’t muster more than a dirty look. He knew it.

“I didn’t think so. You should be thanking me for breaking your girl in for you.” I knew he was trying to provoke me because we both knew I would just take it. “Now there’s one other thing; they think this is weird, you watching, that is. So you let Karen go out there, do her thing, let them work her over real good, we both know she’s gonna have a real good time and you can peak out of the windows, and jerk your little weewee in the shadows.”

He left out the back, having a few words with the guys around the hottub before he left.

I tiptoed down the hall to see how drinks were coming.

I could hear Diego saying, “I’m married. I already have to make excuses where the money is… if you were married to a real man you wouldn’t be doing this… I don’t like lying to my wife.”

“I know, Diego, I’m so sorry.” Karen said.

“So I wanted to come tell you that I can’t stay here and do this in the hot tub with the other guys.” He lowered his voice.

Karen responded, “I understand. Thank you for telling me.”

“My wife can’t know. Ever.” He almost sounded angry.

“Know?” Karen was as confused as I was.

Diego explained. “That’s why I needed the video Mr. Neal sends me. So you never tell anyone.”

“No I wouldnt…” Karen would have assured him further but he cut her off.

“Suck my cock, white girl.”

“Oh! I… mhmmm….” Is all Karen could get out.

I could hear the familiar sound of cock sucking. As I tried to peak around the corner I could tell that she was pretty enthusiastic servicing him. Her hands were on his hips so she could really piston her face onto him sufficiently. It wasn’t long before he grabbed her off her knees and pushes her forward onto the table. He fucks her right there on the kitchen table, straight up the ass, exclusively and savagely.

For her part Karen was compliant with all of it. I think she actually wanted this from Diego. Her shame had put her in an incredibly accomodating head space with her crush who currently giving her a dicking down in an eager asshole.

“You can’t be taking food out of my babies mouths… so this right here,” he said as he pawed her hip flesh. “This is your extension time. But you’re going to get me my money, soon.”

I don’t know that Karen actually came but she was making all the right sounds as he pounded his last up her asshole with a bunch of, “Puta Madre! Ugh! You take this and then you still gonna pay me my money, right?”

Karen agreed as she took another load up the ass. The whole thing was less than five minutes. Just dropping a load in my wife. For free.

“Now you clean me up too.” She did. I don’t know where my wife had gone, maybe into some subspace, but the woman on her knees now cleaning Diego’s cock of all her own ass was thorough and obediant.

As he passed me in the hall as he left he winked and called me “Hefe”.

When I got to Karen she had dropped her third or fourth shot.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“Gonna be good noww… you excited?” She was already slurring her words. “Fivvve men are going to take my asshole tonight. D’you know that?”

“Is that what you want?” I realised we could leave right now. Or lock the doors and stay inside until they left if she didn’t want to keep going.

“Do we have a choice? Do you have the money to pay them all? No you don’t… that’s why I had to fuck your boss, right?”

“Neal isn’t my boss.” I said.

Karen laughed.

“I think this is what you want… a filthy whore wife. I think you love it.”

She leant in to kiss me and I kissed her back to prove my love for her, despite her having sucked two other men off tonight.

“Can you taste the cock on my breath?” She teased. Her hand rubbed my crotch to confirm I was hard, of course. “It’s so sick that we both get off on this. It’s so fucked up.”

Finding my cock through my pants, she taunted me to see if I would flex at the thought. “I’m going to let them do everything to me. Anythinggg… two at a time, bareback…”

Satisfied with my reaction she laughed again. “Let’s go.”

I had to tell her that Neal told me they had requested that I not go out there and watch because it was weird, but I would try to watch from the window.