Chapter 9 (Part 2 of 2)
My wife raised her legs and crossed them atop the old man's waist. This gave the old man a much deeper access to Lily's pussy. His cock went in and out, and in no time, my wife was twisting and turning underneath him.
"Moorreee. MoOoRReee. Harder. Please Harder, Daddy."
She shouted at the old man as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down. She then initiated a kiss. I saw her stick her tongue, in which the old man suck. They then got entangled into a deep kiss.
Soon, my wife screamed and she cummed again. My wife's body was sticky with sweat, and her movements were already a bit sluggish. But the old man was still up for more fucking, so Lily had no choice but to cater to the old man's wishes.
They changed into cowgirl position then to doggystyle. Finally, while he was fucking her from behind, the old man asked Lily, "Little slut, Daddy's about to cum. Where to want me to unload my seed?"
Without hesitation my wife answered, "Inside. Daddy cum inside your little slut's pussy."
The old man laughed in glee, and got more excited. In two or three more shoves, he grabbed my wife's waist and pulled her hard to his dick. His body contorted and he groaned loudly.
"Daddy's CummmmmMMMingGGGG. AhhhhHHHHRGGGGGG."
Amazingly, Lily also squirmed and seemed to have reached an orgasm at the same time. The two collapsed to the bed, where they continued kissing.
That was the end of the first video. My hands were trembling as I closed the video. I had already ejaculated to the sex scenes several times. My heart was racing, that I thought I'd have a heart attack.
Then the pain came, and it almost brought me to tears.
Then, as I already had started to watch how they turned my wife into a whore, even if I was reluctant as I felt defeated, I also had to check the other video.
The second video was only between my wife and the old man. Jake didn't join them and had become the videographer. It was like they were filming an amateur porn video.
Unlike the first one, the sex scenes in the second video were more methodical. They were unhurried.
The old man took out six or seven toys and several more contraptions. He still had my wife blindfolded, but aside from that, he also put her on different kinds of leashes, handcuffs, and the like.
The toys alone made my wife beg him to stop many times as she couldn't take the stimulation. Sometimes the old man would relent, and sometimes he won't.
He gave her a reward for everything that he asked that she could do. It was like a game to him. I already lost count of how many times my wife squirted.
The final scene was when the old man tied Lily to the bed and banged her hard. He came into my wife's mouth and made her swallow his cum.
My wife looked like she was so drained. She laid in bed, with mouth open. Even after being fucked, she was moaning and writhing in bed. That's how the second video ended. As a husband, the second video was much harder to take.
No wonder Lily had changed so drastically after that honeymoon. She had gone through so much.
Sorry Babe. I silently cried.
It took some time before I finally got hold of my wits back. I don't know if I should tell Lily that I'd seen her other sex videos. But what I know is that she would be mad if she knew I went through her personal belongings.
So I hastily put back the SD card into the hidden compartment of the pink handbag and returned everything to way they were. I already had the videos copied in my laptop anyway. I had a hunch that I would be coming back to those videos again and again in order to feel the sudden rush of pain and ecstasy.
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The rest of the day passed by, and when the night time came, I started to become worried again and thought Lily won't be back.
Then I heard the front door open, and my wife appeared before my eyes.
My beautiful wife.
I was sitting on the couch leaning forward and holding my head as she came in. We stared at each other. Suddenly I could feel an imaginary gap between us. It had only been days since we had video chatted happily, but now a chasm seemed to have been formed in the middle of our relationship.
The silent stare seemed like eternity. Neither of us talked nor moved. Then I felt a sudden loss and defeat. I sensed that if I didn't do something I might lose her. Really lose her.
So I stood up and came up to her. Without any words, I just hugged her. Tightly. I then gently stroked her hair and patted her back.
Choking with emotions I said, "B-babe, welcome home. I'm glad you're back."
(To be Continued, End of Chapter 9)