index


Message-ID: <42454asstr$1052921402@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: AllMe Archives <editors@OUTRAGE.allme.com>
User-Agent: MT-NewsWatcher/3.2 (PPC Mac OS X)
Subject: {ASSM} Sunday's Game 02/03 {CaroleAT} (MF cheat wife)
Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 10:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


---------------------------------------------------------------------
free cuckold/slutwife stories - http://allme.com/stories/cuckold/?nsg
---------------------------------------------------------------------


"Sunday's Game" - Part 2 of 3
  by CaroleAT 


Monday morning dawned bright and cheery.  Things at work seemed
the same and Jeff was totally himself - boring and routine.  When
I asked him about his weekend, he started telling a long story
about a walk in the woods and taking some photographs of the
birds.  I began to get his double meaning as he talked about the
gorgeous plumage. When I reminded him that it had rained on
Sunday, he mumbled something about being out there before the bad
weather started.

His talking about the photography brought the scene back to me
and I wondered what he had planned for all those pictures he'd
taken.

It didn't take long for me to find out.  On Thursday, as I passed
his office he was huddled over the desk with George and they were
obviously looking through a large pile of photographs.  George, a
handsome black man, was Jeff's assistant and from the 'Oooh's and
Ahhh's' I guessed that they were enjoying the sight of my wife
being fucked by Jeff - or perhaps the scene of Michelle sucking
Jeff's large cock.  Whichever, it was, they were getting great
enjoyment from the pictures.   At one point Jeff picked up a
video tape and waved it at George, laughing and fending off the
black mans attempts to grab it, Jeff put it back in his file
cabinet.

As luck would have it, B.J., our supervisor, called Jeff at that
moment on the intercom.  "Jeff, the Webnet people are here and
I'd like you and George to have lunch with us. We're leaving
now."

"Right away!"  Jeff replied.  George left to get his coat, and
Jeff carefully gathered the photos, put them into a file drawer,
and locked the drawer.  He then dropped the keys on the desk
while he put his jacket on.

"I'm waiting!" boomed over the intercom.   Jeff jumped at the
sound and hurried out of the office.

Thirty seconds later I was in his office, and found that I was in
luck. He had left his key ring in the middle of his desk. 
Grabbing them I quickly headed down the elevator and out of the
building.  There was a small hardware store a block and a half
away.

"Give me a duplicate set of each of these.  And hurry. How long
will it take?"

"'Bout half an hour."

"Make it twenty minutes," I said, passing a twenty dollar bill
across the counter.

"You got it," he smiled.

Twenty minutes later I was on the elevator heading back to my
office. Jeff's keys clutched in my hand and the new set in my
pants pocket.  In my office I picked up a folder and then walked
to Jeff's office. "Jeff in?"  His secretary jumped at my
question..

"No, he's still out to lunch."

"I'll just drop this folder on his desk," I said, not giving her
a chance to object, I quickly walked into his office, replaced
the keys in the middle of his desk and dropped the empty folder
on top of a pile of other mail.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly and I dug into some old
overdue work.  At 5 p.m. most of the people exited leaving only a
few of us "late nighters."  Jeff's office was directly across the
large open office space where eight secretaries labored.  Once
they were gone I had a good view of his door and about 5:30 I saw
him leaving after closing and locking his door.  I noticed that
he double checked to make sure his door was locked.  He had only
a small portfolio case with him.   He'd left the photos in his
office.

I waited half an hour, to make sure he wasn't returning to get
something he'd forgotten.  The two other occupied offices had
closed doors and only the lights shining from under the door
revealed that anyone was still here. Going through the copy of
Jeff's key ring I located one similar to my office door key, and
headed across to his door.   Inside, I used a tiny penlight with
a red lens, and quickly located the correct key for Jeff's file
cabinet.

Once open, I picked up the white box that I'd seen on his desk
and was greeted with a closeup picture of Michelle's face with
Jeff's cock stuffed well into her mouth.   Her cheeks were
concave with the suction and her eyes were bright.  I felt an
instant erection growing and was tempted to look through the
rest, but a noise of someone in the outer office startled me. I
quickly removed the box and began looking for the negatives.
Another, smaller padded envelope contained several film
canisters, and a  video tape. Thinking I'd hit the jackpot I
decided to quit while I was ahead.  I closed and locked the
cabinet and waited by the door until I heard footsteps heading
down the hall, followed by the sound of a door closing.

Opening the door, I checked that nobody else was around and then
quickly locked Jeff's office door and returned to my office.  I
locked my door and quickly opened the box and began looking at
the pictures.   Even though I'd been there I was shocked at what
I was seeing.   The photo quality was superb; no matter what else
Jeff was, he was an excellent photographer with outstanding
equipment.   Every detail was recorded in excellent color and
perfect focus.

I spent fifteen minutes just browsing the photos and had the
biggest erection I could ever recall.           I checked the
film canisters to make sure they were the negatives to my wife's
session, they were, and then I emptied all of my papers out of 
my briefcase, stuffed the photos, negatives and videotape into it
and headed down the elevator again. No one saw my exit which was
just as well. If Jeff came back and found his stuff missing, I
would not be suspect.

My best friend, Dave, owned a small photo shop where they did the
one- hour photo stuff. I'd called him and asked to meet him at
his store. I told him a little about what was going on in my
life, and explained what I needed.

He was shocked.  "I don't believe it!   You're kidding, right?"

When I finally convinced him that I was absolutely serious, he
was very sympathetic and willing to help.   I'm sure he was
getting excited about seeing my photos.

"No problem, I'm doing the evening shift this week.  My usual guy
is on vacation."

I arrived and asked him if we could talk in private.   I showed
him the photos and could see the excitement growing on his face. 
He's known us since a couple of years before our marriage and
always had a thing for Michelle.  He just stared, gawked really,
and from the flush on his face I could tell he was enjoying this
immensely.

"Now, you want me to make two sets of prints, and duplicate
negatives. Right?"

"Yes, and can you copy this videotape here?   I don't want to do
it at home."

"A video? Of this same session?"

"Yes," I admitted.  "I haven't seen it yet, but I'm sure it's the
video Jeff took at my house."

"What are you going to do with this stuff.    This is dynamite
material.  This is better quality stuff than what we see on cable
or in the video stores.    The guy is really good.   Do you think
he intends to sell it?"

"No, I think it's just his hobby.   He's just adding my wife to
his collection, and she's not exactly putting up a fight. I think
she's enjoying it as much as he is."

"What are you going to do with it?" asked Dave.

"I don't know. Just keep it for now. But back to work. I need all
of this stuff done tonight. I've got to replace it early tomorrow
morning before Jeff gets to work."

"Well, I can run the prints through the machine in a couple of
hours, but the negative processing will take a little while. Tell
you what, you go home.  Leave your car unlocked in the driveway
and I'll put the stuff in the back seat and lock the door. I
probably won't be finished until after midnight."

"Davie, you're really a good friend.   How much is all this going
to cost me?"

"Don't worry about it.  What are friend for?   Remember when you
bailed me out with the loan for this place? If it wasn't for you
I wouldn't be in business now.  Go on, get out of here. I'll talk
to you tomorrow."

Arriving home, Michelle greeted me with a warm smile and a very
revealing gown. I'd told her not to expect me until late, but
she'd waited dinner for me and everything was ready with
candlelight. She was attentive and affectionate.

We had a romantic dinner and afterwards she pulled me to the
sofa, the same sofa where she and Jeff had their tryst on Sunday,
and she gave me a wonderful blow job. Just before I came in her
mouth, she mounted me and fucked me like a wild woman. It was a
wonderful experience, but I couldn't get the scene of her doing
the same thing to Jeff out of my mind. Those very vivid memories
added to my excitement, and I had great difficulty holding back
my climax.

As she started to come, she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Oh, Jeff, Yes!"


I tossed and turned most of the night alternating with feelings
of anger and self-pity at myself for what I'd lost.   My lovely
wife was in love, or at least in heat, with another man.  The
alarm went off at 5:30 and my sleepy wife mumbled something
about, "Why so early?"  And then promptly went back to sleep.   I
showered, dressed quickly and by 5:50 a.m. I headed out of my
house with a cup of coffee.   There were two cartons on the back
seat of my car and it was securely locked. Dave had come through
for me.

Not wanting to waste any time here, I drove through the mostly
deserted streets to my office, parked in my usual spot and took
the carton marked 'originals' into the building. The security
guard was dozing in his office and didn't see me pass by to the
elevators.  The offices were deserted and soon I was sorting out
the material in my office. Within minutes, the photos, video and
film canisters were back in Jeff's cabinet. Locked and secure,
just as he had left them the night before.

Back in my car I drove to the local 'adult' motel, stopping along
the way for coffee and a roll.  They guy at the desk never
noticed that I was alone, but then I suppose couples often meet
here in different cars.  Inside, I arranged my breakfast on the
table, turned on the TV, inserted the copy of the video Dave had
made for me, and settled back to watch my little wife's
performance.

Jeff had done some editing and eliminated some of the dead spots.
  He'd even put in some music. Interesting. It looked
professional. The opening scene showed the house and yard and
some shots of Michelle coming and going. Then there were shots of
her working in the yard and some of her sun bathing in the back
yard. He even had some video of her nude, when she decided to
take off her bikini. The shots of her rubbing lotion all over her
body were very sensual. Jeff had been doing some good work in
preparation for this video. He'd been stalking my wife for some
time.

Then we cut to her answering the door in that lovely white dress,
realizing for the first time, that she was being videotaped. Her
shyness and even a blush showed through clearly on the very sharp
video. She invited him in, waving for him to turn off the video.
Instead, he just placed it on the bar, pointing it at her. Then
they began talking about how he'd like to take a 'couple' of
pictures of her - as they'd discussed! I suddenly realized that
this wasn't just a case of Jeff dropping by.  They'd both planned
this session, perhaps each with different motives. Perhaps not.

He unloaded his camera equipment from the large bag, and she
seemed very naive as he talked her into those first few shots. 
The eye of the camera was a gave a very different perspective
than I'd had peeking around the corner.

The picture was clear, with good sound.   It was an excellent
video, well staged and well photographed.   It was much better
than anything I could see on the closed circuit TV in this
X-Rated motel.   It suddenly occurred to me that I could sell
this video - to the Motel!  And if I could sell it to them, I
could sell it to others.  The thought of my lovely wife on
thousands of screens of X-Rated Motels made my cock strain at my
clothes.   I stood up and undressed and lay on the bed stroking
my cock as I watch Jeff go through the photo-seduction of my
wife.

I watched the entire video twice and masturbated three times. It
was an incredible performance - hers, not mine. I could tell how
into this scene she was. In spite of her protests, she wasn't
just putting up with this.  She loved being photographed and she
loved being fucked by Jeff.

Realizing that I was now late for work I hurriedly packed
everything back in the carton and, after locking it in my trunk,
headed back to work.

There were several pink message notes on my desk, the top one
being from Dave. I answered the business calls first and then
called Dave to thank him for the work.

"My God, Brad, did you look at that video?" he asked
breathlessly.

"Yes."

"It's the most incredible thing I've ever seen.  It's absolutely
dynamite!"

"Yes, yes it is, definitely dynamite."

"Look, Brad, I know you're upset about this, and I'd like to talk
to you before you do something stupid."

"I'm not going to do anything stupid, Dave, and I'd be happy to
talk to you. There's nobody else I can talk to right now."

"Oh, how about meeting me for lunch - say Pete's at 12?" Three
hours later, we were sitting in a dark corner of Pete's sipping a
drink and talking about the photos and the video, about my
relationship with Michelle, about Jeff, and about life in
general.

"What do you plan to do with the stuff?" Dave asked.

"I just don't know. I could hide it. I could confront Michelle
with it. I could shoot Jeff. I could go to a lawyer and get a
divorce. . ."

"Have you thought about selling it?"

In the motel, my thoughts about thousands of other people
watching my lovely young wife sucking and fucking another man
were very erotic for me, but I'd put it out of my mind as just
another nice fantasy.   Now, with Dave bringing it into the open,
the idea hit me like a bucket of cold water.   "No, I. . . ."

"Hear me out.   I know a guy who distributes X-rated stuff
throughout the country - video's, photos.   He's always asking me
for stuff that he can use.

I've sold him some amateur videos from several couples that enjoy
doing this stuff and they've been very highly compensated.  The
money is real good, and I do mean good. I don't know where your
marriage is going, but from here it looks like you might be
heading to the divorce courts. Your best bet might be to make
some money on this while you can. It will also give you some
sweet revenge against that prick, Jeff."

"Look, Dave, I think this is just a one-time thing. Michelle will
realize how destructive this is to our marriage and stop it
cold."

"Are you going to talk to her about it?"

"Well, not right now.   If the situation presents itself, I'll
let her know that I'm aware of what's gone on, in a general way
of course, and convey to her the idea that I forgive her and want
to save our marriage."   Of course, I didn't tell Dave, that I
got a raging hard-on every time I thought about the scene last
Sunday. "Anyway, you'd need their permission to use them in the
videos.   Jeff would sue our ass off if you ever used his stuff."

"Are you kidding?   Do you think he's going to admit that it's
him on those videos?   I don't think so.   And you can give
permission for your wife.    It's done all the time.   Besides,
she's not going to sue either."

"Well, let's see how my attempts to resolve the issue with my
wife work out."

"Okay, no problem.   Let me know."

How it was going to work out became very clear shortly after my
return to my office when Jeff's large black buddy, George,
stopped by my office. "Say, Brad, I hear you're a golfer.  We
should get together and play sometime."

"Yes," I said warily.   It was the first time George had ever
been in my office.  Why was this guy who had been ogling my
wife's pictures all week now interested in my golf game?

"Maybe we could play this Sunday."

"Sorry, I have a regular game I play every Sunday with a group."

"Oh, too bad.   Where do you play?"

"At Belaire out in the valley."

"Long drive.  And you'll be playing with them this Sunday?"

"Yup. Thanks anyway."   He left.  So, he was checking on my
whereabouts for this Sunday. Was he doing it for Jeff?  Or was he
planning on getting a little of my lovely wife for himself?  The
thought of Michelle with a black man sent dozens of entirely new
fantasies racing through my mind. Things at my house were going
to be interesting this weekend. After the shock of the thoughts
that my wife was becoming the 'company fuck' settled in, I called
Dave, explaining what had happened.

"Sneaking into your house to watch is dangerous.   We could put
some cameras in there to catch our own video and find out what's
going on."

"What do you mean?   How would we do that?"

"I have a guy who's an expert on surveillance.   In two hours, he
can put half a dozen cameras into your house with recorders in
the attic. He can tap the phones and put a bug in your wife's car
and purse. You'll know everything she's doing.  He can even bug
Jeff, if you want."

"Dave, I don't have the money to pay for this."

"Let me suggest something.   Give me the video you have. I'll
show it to this guy and to the video distributor. I'm sure he'll
agree with me that this thing is dynamite. We'll set up a company
to produce the videos and we'll all go in as partners.   It won't
cost you a cent.  If Jeff and George get into something with your
wife we'll have it all on tape.  It can only get better and
better. Is your wife home today?"

"No, she's she's gone into the city today.  Won't be home until
around 5 p.m."

"Great!   Meet me at your house at noon. I'll bring the
surveillance guy and we'll check out what needs to be done."

I hung up the phone and sat there shivering in a cold sweat.
Things were moving so fast that I was losing control. A week ago
I thought I had a happy, if routine, marriage.  Now, I was
conspiring to record my wife with one or more men and then sell
the video for national porno distribution.   If Michelle met with
Jeff again this Sunday, I knew our marriage would be over.


..continues in Sunday's Game, part three - here in this newsgroup...


---------------------------------------------------------------------
-----| This story is protected by international copyright law, |-----
-----| rights not expressly waived are reserved by its author. |-----
---------------------------------------------------------------------
---------| Feedback? send mailto:editors@allme.OUTRAGE.com |---------
---------| note: be sure to remove any ".outrage" to reply |---------
---------| and we'll forward your comments to the author.  |---------
---------------------------------------------------------------------
free cuckold/slutwife stories - http://allme.com/stories/cuckold/?nsg
---------------------------------------------------------------------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+