The Wives of Beverly Row 3: Lust Has a New Address (4 page)

“I’ll say!” Zola said. “What if I don’t want anyone to visit me? What if I’m tired? What if I’m sad?”

“Well that’s what some of the guys are saying. They’re saying it’s unfair to you. That you can’t expect a wife to be ready, willing and able twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

Zola was stunned.
What the hell was Jake trying to do to her? What was he punishing her for?
She was actually scared of this arrangement that Peter was telling her about.

“Peter,” she said.

“Yes, honey.”

She hated that he called her honey. She hated how familiar he felt he could be with her. She hated that she was basically being shared with all these men and that they were all being invited to be as familiar with her as they wanted. She tried to ignore it.

“Tell me, how many men are on the hotwifing forum?”

Peter was quiet while he counted it out in his head. “I’d say, about, twenty?”

“Twenty?”

“Fifteen or twenty, who are active anyway.”

“All men?”

“All men. Wives are on there sometimes but only to arrange a date.”

Twenty men who had her address, had her picture, and had been invited by Jake to come visit her and fuck her whenever they wanted to
!
How was she going to live like this?

VI

W
HEN THEY GOT TO THE
house Zola led the way. She looked around as they walked from the car to the door. None of her neighbors seemed to be nearby. That was good. She also noticed that Jake’s car was in the driveway.

“My husband’s home.”

“Sure,” Peter said. “I think he mentioned he wanted to watch. Doesn’t he tell you any of this stuff?”

“No, not really,” Zola said.

She had a strange feeling as she opened the front door and led Peter into her hallway. “Follow me,” she said.

She led him into the living room and turned on the lights. She was startled to see that Jake was sitting there in the dark, waiting for them. He had his legs crossed and he was leaned back in his easy chair with an unlit cigar in his hand. Every now and then he put it in his mouth. Zola had never seen him with a cigar before.

“Jake,” she said. “You’re here.”

“Of course, baby. I’ve been waiting for you two kids.”

“Hey, Jake,” Peter said. “Great girl you’ve got here.”

“Wait till you see her in action, Pete. You’re going to be hooked.”

“I know it,” Peter said.

Zola stood there listening to them talk about her as if she wasn’t even a person. There was something humiliating about being spoken of like this. She felt completely like Jake’s property. She felt that all the men on his forum thought of their wives as prize possessions. It wasn’t right. It was sick.

“You want something to drink, Pete?” Jake said.

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”

“Honey,” Jake said. “Get our guest a scotch on the rocks, would you?”

She went over to the bar and made Peter his drink. Peter had taken the chair next to Jake and she handed him his drink and stood in front of the two of them. She felt awkward. She didn’t know what to do.
Was she supposed to offer him something to eat? Was he a guest? Was she still on her date? It was so weird
.

“The first thing we should do is get the photos for the forum,” Jake said. “I can’t wait to hear what the guys all have to say when they see you with her, Pete.”

“They’ll know you mean business,” Pete said.

“I do mean business,” Jake said. “This open house is for real. I mean it. I want everyone to know that this door is always open. And this slut’s legs are always open, too.”

Zola’s jaw dropped. She’d never heard Jake speak about her like that before. He’d never been overly respectful but this was pushing new limits. She was so shocked she didn’t even say anything. She just stood there feeling like an idiot.

“I told her in the car and she said she didn’t even know about it,” Pete said. He had a grin on his face.

“Oh, she’ll know all about it soon enough,” Jake said. “Believe me. She’s going to be the darling of the entire forum. I’m going to make sure of that.” Zola couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Why was he speaking about her like this? Did he hate her?

“Hey,” Jake said, “honey, be a good girl and strip for us. I want to get these photos taken care of.”

Zola wasn’t sure what sort of photos Jake needed but it didn’t make any difference. She was going to do whatever he told her to do. She began to take off all her clothes while the two men sat back and sipped their drinks. They watched her strip and Peter even rubbed his dick through his jeans, obviously getting an erection as she stripped.

“Okay,” Jake said. “Let me get my tripod.”

He set up a camera on a tripod facing the far wall of the living room. Zola was standing naked in front of Peter who was staring at her breasts and ass and pussy with a hungry look on his face.

“Okay, over here,” Jake said.

Peter took Zola by the hand and led her over to the camera. Jake was looking through the eyepiece. “Get in the middle there,” he said to Zola. She went and stood in front of the wall about twelve feet from the camera. She felt awkward with Peter standing there watching her. “Get on your knees,” Jake said. She did what he said and got down on her knees. “Perfect,” Jake said. “Now, Peter, go over and stand beside her. Open your pants and take your dick out. I want you, Zola, to hold his cock in your left hand.”

Zola was on her knees in front of Peter and she reached up and held his cock. Jake rushed over and hurriedly opened his belt and pulled down his pants as a red light on the camera flashed. “Hold mine with your other hand,” he said.

As the camera began flashing and taking pictures, Zola kneeled there with Jake and Peter behind her, holding each of their erect penises like two prizes. She felt like a complete whore. She’d never felt so cheap and slutty. She had no idea what was happening with her life, what sort of a marriage she was going to have when this night was over, and she didn’t even want to think about it. She was starting to think that even if she lost Jake, even if she lost all his money and this beautiful house, it might be worth it to reclaim her dignity.

“I hope you smiled,” Jake said. Zola had no idea if she’d been smiling or not, she couldn’t remember, but somehow she doubted it.

After the photos were taken, Jake took the camera from the tripod and checked to make sure he’d gotten good pictures. “Oh my God,” he said, “the guys on the board are going to fucking love these. Now, follow me you little lovers. We’re going to the bedroom.”

Zola got up from her knees and felt Peter’s cold, sweaty hand on her ass as she followed Jake up the stairs. She hated the situation. She hated every single thing about it. It made her sick to her stomach. As she followed Jake into the bedroom, the bedroom she was supposed to share with him only, she thought back to the very first time she’d seen it. She’d been so overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. She’d been so overcome with admiration for Jake and his wealth that she’d failed to see the warning signs. She should have recognized him for what he was back then. She should have known that he wasn’t fit to be a husband.

“I’m just going to sit over here,” Jake said, more to Peter than to Zola. “You just do what you want to her. I’ll take some photos and some video, I’ll watch, but I won’t say a word.”

“Sounds good to me,” Peter said. Zola could tell he was excited. He could hardly contain his anticipation. He was like a salivating dog that was about to fuck her.

He reached out to Zola and took her by the hand. He came in closer to her. Before Zola even realized what was happening he was kissing her. His wet, slippery tongue was inside her mouth, wriggling around like a horrible worm. She tried to play along. She sucked his tongue while it was inside her mouth and touched it with her own tongue. He seemed to like that because he pushed her down onto the bed. He got down on top of her and began to take off his clothes.

“Dude, you’re wife is smoking hot,” he said to Jake. “I’m going to fuck her so nice.”

Zola looked at her husband. He was recording everything with his camera. She looked up at Peter. His body was awful. He was out of shape, pasty, with a lot of moles on his shoulders.

He pushed her down on her back and then crawled up over her so that his cock was above her face. She opened her mouth and he lowered his hairy scrotum down into her mouth. She sucked on it gently.

“That’s it, slut. Suck on that sack. Make daddy happy.”

Zola sucked on it, running her tongue around the bottom of the sack in perfect little circles. She could see Peter’s cock getting longer and harder in front of her eyes. He pulled away from her and she let his scrotum slip out of her mouth. A second later and the tip of his cock was pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth again and let the enormous length of his shaft slide into her mouth and right to the very back of her throat.

“Oh that feels good, baby. You’re making your daddy very happy.”

Zola felt Peter’s cock hitting the back of her throat. It was so far back that she wanted to gag. She kept her mouth open as he rammed his cock back into her throat again and again, harder and harder with each thrust. Her eyes began to water. She wasn’t able to take it. She wasn’t able to do this. She looked at Jake while Peter’s cock drove into her throat in a relentless rhythm and when she saw that he was stroking his own cock she knew that she wasn’t going to get any help. Not from him and not from anyone. She was alone in this.
She was alone in the world.

“Oh, that’s my good bitch,” Peter kept saying as his cock drove so far back into her mouth that she couldn’t even breathe. When he finally stopped pounding into her mouth she had to gasp for breath. Then she heard something that almost made her want to cry. Jake was laughing.
How could he be laughing at her at a time like this?

He got up from his chair and came over to her. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said to Peter, “but I just can’t resist a good gagging.”

Zola looked up at him as he lifted his cock to her mouth and drove it into her throat. Again she was gagging on a cock, this time Jake’s. She struggled to breathe as his thick rod of meat blocked her throat and smacked into the back of her mouth. Her head was rocking back and forth from the force of Jake’s thrusting. She was crying from the violence of it but he didn’t care. For him, that was the entire appeal of it. That was what he
wanted
her to do. Zola was certain that he wanted to hurt her. She was afraid of him, her own husband!

He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and then pinched her mouth tightly between his fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, harshly.

She tried to look away from him but he kept her face in front of his. Then he spoke again. He was looking right into her eyes but he was talking to Peter.

“Hey man, you want to double team her?”

Peter hesitated before answering. “Has she ever done that before?”

“No,” Jake said, “but she’s a fast learner.”

Peter looked down at her. She wanted to shake her head, to beg him not to do it, but she was too afraid of angering Jake.

“Just let me get this camera set up first,” Jake said. “You loosen up her asshole while I get the tripod.”

Jake left the room. Zola heard his footsteps on the stairs as he ran down to the living room.

“You up for this?” Peter said to her quietly once Jake was gone.

Zola said nothing. She had no idea what to do. If she said she didn’t want to go through with it she would only make Jake mad. She was too afraid to do that. She nodded her head.

“You sure?” Peter said, “Because I don’t want to get in any trouble here. If you’re not up for this just say the word. It’s supposed to be fun.”

Zola smiled thinly and nodded again. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. Her eyes were still watering from the two of them ramming their cocks down her throat. She heard Jake coming up the stairs and turned around and got on her hands and knees.

There was a bottle of lotion by the bed and Peter poured it all over her ass. The coldness of it gave her a tingle down her spine. While Jake set up the camera again, Peter began rubbing the lotion all over her asshole. Zola tried to make her mind go blank. She didn’t want to think of what was happening to her. She didn’t want to remember any of this once it was over. Whatever happened, she wanted it to be locked in a place deep in the recesses of her mind, a place where she never had to look at it again. She closed her eyes and thought about nothing as Peter’s finger slid into her anus. He ran his finger in and out like a carver working a piece of wood, opening up her asshole so that he and Jake would be able to fuck her at the same time.

“You got any vaseline,” Peter said to Jake.

Jake went into the bathroom and brought out a small jar of the jelly. Peter rubbed it into the crack of her ass and then began sliding it deep into her anus with his fingers. Zola was shocked at first from the sensation of Peter’s finger in her ass. When he inserted two fingers deep inside her she gasped.

She looked up at her husband but it was as if she was looking at a man she didn’t even know.

“The camera’s all set,” he said. “Let’s do this.”

Jake came over to the bed. Zola didn’t want to make eye-contact with him. He was a stranger. She felt she knew nothing about him anymore. She didn’t know who she’d married.

“Okay,” Jake said, “line up with the camera.”

He was speaking to Zola. She angled her body on the bed so that she was lined up directly in front of the camera. She lay back and looked up through her legs at the lens. She shuddered to think who would be seeing the footage. She wanted to get out of the room. She wanted to scream and cry and run for help but she was too afraid to move. She wasn’t ready to stand up to Jake. Not now. Not like this.

“You want the front or the back?” Peter said.

Zola looked at him. She looked at Jake. She thought she was going to be sick. The situations she was in was so far beyond anything she’d ever thought she’d experience in her life. There was a red light on the front of the camera showing that it was recording.