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I backed away to hide in the shadows for as long as I could. He started playing with her pussy again with his hands, rubbing the clit roughly as he facefucked her. Her moans were appreciative.
There was no resistance at all from Karen. Total compliance. Maybe a combination of alcohol and drugs after five or six hours of conditioning, being treated as an object or an animal had taken root or she was someplace deep in her own mind, away from all of this, only brought to the surface by the forced orgasms.
My cock was aching and painful from how many times I had already rubbed myself raw, but I tried to watch for as long as I could before going back down the hall again to jerk off. It was agony, but all I could think of was laying with Karen once he was gone, getting my turn and then falling asleep together.
It was late and after shooting another load of dust, I lay down on the couch and fell asleep.
The last time I came down the hall was maybe an hour or two later. I could hear Karen getting vocal again.
"Morrrrrre..." I heard her moaning. It woke me and I checked the clock, it was 2am. They were still at it. Lester was a beast.
Even in the hall I could smell the sex sweat, the lube and more weed. Some jerk off late night host was getting precanned applause on the tv. Karens groans were low and gutteral.
As I peeked around the corner, the room was disheveled as they clearly dragged out the naughty box we had with a few sex toys and our lubes. There were empty bottles strewn around and on one of our side tables, small black bottles I'd never seen before and clearly some white powder on her make up mirror. Coke or speed, I couldn't say, but it explained how they were still active.
Karen was face down, ass up on the bed, backed up close to the edge as spread for him as she could be. Pulling her ass cheeks wide for him, groaning, "mooooorrrrreee".
And there he was, standing behind her, his fist up the wrist, pushing in and out of my wife's cunt.
His big hands, and thick wrists were huge. I couldn't believe one of them had stretched my wife's pussy enough to fit inside.
He sees me. But instead of speaking with me, Lester says to Karen, "You like this fist in your cunt now, bitch?"
"Mmmmm yesss. I do. You opened me up so muchhhh... oh I'm all stretched now. God damn it!" She went gutteral as he twisted his hand, rotating it forty five degrees.
Still looking at me Lester encouraged her. "Yeah baby, show me how loose you are."
He slowly pulled his fist out of her and then pushed it back in and I'll never forget that sound... like stirring a pot of Kraft dinner.
Karen groaned, but just took it all somehow, her legs were shaking, but she just opened up like I never knew was even possible.
"Now you show me. Fuck my fist, you dumb slut. Show me a freakshow." Lester egged her on but she was totally compliant for him. She'd push back against his big fist, clenched, elbow dug into the mattress so she could really press against it, until eventually she gave way and his entire fist was inside her again.
It didn't look easy. It looked impossible, but that pussy swallowed his entire hand and judging by the small gyrations she was doing with her hips, just getting it in by herself made her cum again.
He slipped out finally as she collapsed like a puppet whose strings were cut.
He walked over to me and wiped his hand on my shirt, leaving a big wet smear of lube and my wife's sex juices.
"Look, you're going to have find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I'm putting in those late hours." I knew he was mocking something I had told him before about working late.
"Oh." I said.
"Look, fuckwit, I'm going to fall asleep inside your wife tonight. I told her if she can wear me out I'll probably just cum in her ass and fall asleep right there like that, but if I still have the energy, I'm going to make her clean her ass off my cock with her mouth and I'll fall asleep like that." Lester said this all loud enough for Karen to hear. She did not disagree.
And then to Karen he said, "Get up and give your husband a kiss goodnight, you sloppy cunt."
Sweaty and still breathing hard, Karen got right up at his word and came right over to me. Her eyes were empty. It didn't seem like she cared who it was. Maybe it was the drinking or the drugs or the parade of cock that stomped its way through her cunt over the last six hours or her own coping with the knowledge that she just had just been fisting for the first time in her life. Her mind was blown, and so was mine.
Her lip and brow were damp with sweat and without hesitation or question she came in for a kiss. Her eyes met mine but there was no recognition of any kind until she brushed her hand against my crotch to confirm I was in fact still hard from all this. And then it wasn't a smile so much as a hint of disdain for my revealed true nature. The depravity of where this little adventure had taken us.
Karen whispered in my ear, "The things he did to me... I n-never knew... but, I.. did... everything. And I... came... so much... I came on him so fucking much... I didn't know..."
Her kisses were nice, wet, open mouth with tongue which was amazing until the moment her mouth went slack and eyes wide and she began gasping like a fish out of water. This was all a reaction, which was caused by Lester getting impatient and putting his fingers back inside her. While we were kissing. I didn't realise right away but it became obvious within seconds that he was penetrating her pussy or maybe even her ass. And it was by her pussy that he pulled her off of me and sent her sprawling back toward the bed.
"Alright, let's get you done sweetie. Get spun out and then we'll finish off whatever's left of you." Karen scooted over the side table to grab a lighter and a glass pipe and began smoking it immediately.
Then Lester turned to me and said, "your wife gives a dedicated rimjob," but then slightly corrected with, "...when pushed a little. How'd it taste, bossman?"
I couldn't think of anything to say but it didn't matter anyway. Lester laughed at his own joke and turned back to Karen, dismissively closing the door on me.
I stood there for a few minutes just listening in the dark as he started on her.
"Open your mouth." I heard him order her. And then the distinct sound of him spitting in her open mouth. Karen's beastial grunts and clear willingness to submit to his demands still bent my mind but I was too sore to jerk off anymore. Eventually
I retreated back down the hall and left Lester to it.
I tried to sleep for hours but even with the door closed I could still hear them, mostly her driving her voice to fry from abuse.
My mind was spinning with all the horrible thoughts. How could I face them at work as their boss tomorrow? Was Karen just free use for them all now that she was familiar territory? There didn't seem any way to go back now. Karen's face, kind of empty and passive and resolved to fulfill Lester's every dirty desire haunted me, that she might not be coming back the way she was or at all. That they might have broken her beyond repair and there very well could be a future where she doesn't have any use for me or has lost all respect for me, changing everything between us. I have to admit the image of Lester forcing Karen to eat his asshole was particularly pervasive in my imagination. And of course, did she fall asleep with his dick in her ass or mouth?
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