Lady in Red: Kelly’s POV - First Threesome

Kelly was lying on the floor in a crumpled heap, hair soaked in piss, outfit ruined, strings of cum running down her body, tits sore, cheeks burning in shame. “Maybe I really am a piece of trash whore like Shaun says”, she thought to herself, her mind drifting back to the events of the day.

After John left for office in a hurry in the morning, Shaun and Kelly were lounging on the couch, playing Forza Horizon on the TV and laughing over funny videos they found online. Anyone who saw them would have assumed they were a real, loving couple in those moments.

“Do you think John really loves you?” pausing a race midway, Shaun asked the housewife leaning against his shoulder, scrolling through her phone. The sudden inquiry made her sit straight, looking at him quizzically.

“Of course he does. What kind of question is that?”

“Do you think you’ve been a good wife to him? Or do you think he deserves better?”

The question froze her in her place for a few moments, making her wince in silent agony. She was a loving wife who loved cheating on her husband. How on earth do you make someone understand that?

“Do you think John would perv over other girls given the chance, since you’ve been such a piece of shit wife so far?”

“Absolutely not. I know John. He is my world and I am his. Nothing can change that.” Kelly was finding her voice again, ever so slightly – she might not have conviction in her own fidelity, but she could count on John. She could always count on John.

“Why don’t we test that out tonight?” winked Shaun, chuckling. “Pack that red outfit you wore the other night from the bar. Remember the one John jerked off to in the bathroom stall?”

“Fuck you, Shaun”. Kelly was now regretting sharing that tidbit with him. At that time, it felt exciting to know the two of them were having that kind of effect on the people around them, including her own husband.

“You know you love it, babe”. Shaun kissed her on the lips, only to find her returning the kiss in earnest.

As the kiss turned more passionate, he grabbed Kelly’s hand, guiding it to his crotch. He had lost count of how many times he came for the cheating housewife in the past twenty-four hours, but at this point he had stopped caring.

Kelly made him horny like no other girl ever has in his life. He just wanted to be with her.

She slid down his trousers to be greeted with his semi-erect penis. “Gently”, he whispered. “It’s still sore.”

“Aww, poor baby, is it sore from fucking me so much?” She planted a little kiss on the tip, running her tongue over it lovingly.

“I don’t know, who are you again?” Shaun teased her back, running his fingers through her gorgeous hair.

“Oh, me? I’m just this cheating whore wife in love with your cock.” Her tongue was now running circles around the shaft, taking extra care to keep the sensations gentle yet loving on his sore cock.

As Kelly kept playing with his dick, Shaun tried focusing his attention on the game, resuming the race. He needed to make her feel like she was just a human fleshlight, there for his pleasure. She deserved no extra attention.

The brunette was now caressing his balls gently, one after the other, while her warm, wet mouth enveloped half of his cock, gently bobbing up and down on it. The usual cock-crazy wife was taking extra care of her lover, almost making it feel romantic.

While Shaun continued playing, Kelly took her sweet time with his dick, constantly edging him close with her mouth, then taking it out and making out with it to keep him hard.

She knew Shaun was ignoring her, but it didn’t matter to her anymore. She was getting used to the casual degradation faster than she cared to admit, but it almost felt natural to her – slobbering on her man’s cock while he paid her little attention.

Maybe Shaun was right. She didn’t deserve love in life. All she needed was to be used and abused by a lover like him. To be degraded like the filthy slut she was.

Without wanting to, the humiliating thoughts made her quicken the movements of her tongue, her mouth working overtime. As his cock started spasming in her mouth, she hungrily swallowed every drop.

Shaun, for his part, didn’t even bother looking at her, eyes glued on the TV screen. As her emptied his balls inside her mouth, he stroked her pretty hair.

“Fucking trash wife”, he whispered lovingly.

Kelly closed her eyes in satisfaction, relishing the taste of his cum in her mouth.

She was happy.

It felt good.

It felt right.

… … …

When Kelly and Shaun reached the strip club around late afternoon – most of it was deserted except for a couple of drunk old geezers, and a skinny blonde with bolt-on fake tits swaying on the stage, barely making an attempt to look interested.

The bar sat almost empty, a couple of patrons minding their own business with drinks in tow. It didn’t look like a happening place, granted it was still early in the day.

“Oh, don’t worry bitch, business picks up later in the evening”, Shaun assured the housewife, still queasy from visiting a strip club for the first time. He motioned for a bouncer nearby, whispering orders.

Just then, the door to the manager’s office swung open, a familiar face walking out, arms open in greeting at them.

“Shaun! You guys made it bro!”

Kelly’s heart leaped both in recognition and excitement – it was Marcus from the other night, the guy she quite publicly blew to an orgasm in a busy downtown bar.

“And I see you’ve brought our favorite fucktoy with you too. Hi Kelly!” He hugged her, his hand slipping down her waist, copping a feel, as if it was totally normal for a near stranger to grope a married housewife in front of everyone.

Then again, Kelly did play tonsil hockey with his cock in public the other day.

“Don’t be fooled by the empty place. Meat is money, but the meat has moved online now. I make more money back there these days than I do here. Wanna see?” he said to Kelly, his hands groping her ass harder now, right in front of a smiling Shaun.

The strip club belonged to the criminal gang both he and Marcus were a part of, with Shaun working as the scout and the latter as the manager. The club owed its continued supply of fresh, young strippers and whores to Shaun, who was making a name as the rising pimp in the area.

His latest conquest, the stunning brunette Kelly, looked completely out of place in this establishment. Sure, she had been acting like a wanton slut for the past few weeks for Shaun, but she still carried an aura of rare classy, gorgeous beauty.

As she was led to the back behind a cordon guarded by two burly looking security guys, she saw a row of rooms either side of a long corridor, dingy looking, without love or care. Sounds of flesh slapping flesh were coming out behind a couple of closed doors, accompanies by moans. She looked at Shaun, who mouthed “VIP clients” with a wink.

At the end of the corridor, she saw a big door marked as “Private”. As they got inside, she blinked in surprise, not prepared for the sight in front of her.

The ambiance of the room was completely different from the rest of the rundown place. It reminded Kelly of the Tiktok aesthetics Shaun had been showing her recently – colorful, dim yet sensuous LED lights illuminating the entire room, with ring lights, a couple of loveseats and a bed for furniture.

She looked around, surprised to find several high-quality studio cameras and web cams pointing at different parts of the room, including a big screen and a PC at one corner. The whole setup looked like one of those e-girl streaming rooms Shaun joked about getting her.

“You enjoyed Marcus’ cock a lot last time, didn’t you, whore?” Shaun whispered into her ear, caressing her boobs from behind, making her shiver. “Sucking him off in public like that. Shameless cunt.”

“Why don’t you do it for an audience again?” he said, pinching her nipples over the clothes.

“This time we go online”.

… … …

Kelly felt conflicted – the thought of doing depraved things for Shaun turned her on like never before in her life, but the fact that anyone could see her in those acts made her feel at unease. What if John saw her? What will he think?

As if Shaun could read her mind, he whispered in her ear, “What if we include your husband too this time?”

The housewife, aroused by now from the rough treatment her nipples were going through, moaned – both in protest and in depraved anticipation. What on earth? There was no way she could do anything like last time if her husband was watching.

Shaun sat her on the bed, Marcus sitting on her other side. As they took turns in casually groping her ass and tits, her lover laid down his plan for the evening, including a wager.

“Look, Marcus here has a whole setup of paid cam shows. We can just send a generic link to your husband so he can join, only if he WANTS to. We won’t bait him or anything, right?”

“Right”. Marcus was busy gently groping the now horny housewife’s boobs, causing her to close her eyes while listening to Shaun. It was getting harder and harder for her to concentrate, her brain choosing to focus on her pleasure instead of the details for his evil plan.

“If he refuses to join, we’ll go easy on you tonight. No rough stuff, no treating you like trash. We play around a little, and then you can go home like a good little wife to your loving husband. No harm no foul.”

Through the haze of pleasure in Kelly’s brain, she **** herself to think.

Think.

Think.

What’s the catch?

“What if he joins? How will you know?”

“Oh, we’ll send a link just for him. If anyone joins through that link, we’ll know it’s your husband, perving over his own wife”. Shaun kissed her on the lips, the kiss oddly romantic for what was transpiring inside the room, including the upcoming plan.

“And if he joins, that just means you’ve failed yourself as a wife”, he was kissing her again, this time with more passion. Was that what he wanted? For Kelly to be a terrible wife, so he could have her for himself?

“That means you’re fucking trash. A degenerate whore who can’t keep her own husband happy. And we’ll treat you like the cheating cumdump you are.”

Shaun started making out with Kelly now, the words having a more intense effect on himself than he imagined. If John wasn’t happy with Kelly, it meant Shaun had a better chance to rip her away from him, right?

“And you know the best part, whore?” Shaun said, breathless as the horny housewife was now returning his kisses eagerly while getting molested by Marcus.

“We’ll make it a paid link”, Shaun held her pretty face in his hands.

“Your husband will literally have to pay to see his whore wife cheat on him. How about that?”

… … …

Kelly had changed into the red outfit, letting Shaun and Marcus take pictures of her as promotional material for the stream.

“Advertising the goods”, Shaun said cruelly, causing her ears burn in shame, making her feel like a common whore trying desperately to attract more customers. Fuck.

“At least they let me cover my face. That’s something”, she muttered, hoping to retain a modicum of her dignity with the masquerade mask – also red.

When the stream started - around a hundred viewers at the start and the number only rising - she looked at Shaun, holding hope that John wouldn’t take the bait.

He nodded his head no, making her heart swell with pride. John was good – they were good. John still loved her like before. She was still enough for him. YES.

Disappointed, almost deflated, Shaun ordered her to give Marcus a blowjob. As he was getting ready to enter her cunt, ready to double stuff her and at least get something out of the night by degrading her a little – his phone chimed, causing him to grin widely.

“Bad news, bitch. Your husband just joined.”

Kelly felt her stomach sink.

No.

No.

No no no.

“Look at the camera now, bitch. Say what I taught you before. SAY IT.”

Kelly was hesitating, so Shaun took the initiative, slapping her ass beet red till she was gasping for air and begging for some respite. Looking at the camera – no, looking at her loving husband – she started to speak.

“Hey guys. My name’s Babydoll. I’m a fucking worthless trash. I…”

… … …

Kelly could remember the night in vivid details – her mind trying desperately to collect and curate every moment of her depravity to display to her later.

She remembered begging to be fucked in both her holes, on camera, in plain view of hundreds of strangers, including her husband. She remembered the vile, degrading words she spoke looking straight at the camera, calling herself all sorts of dirty names.

Her body shuddered as she thought back to when she was pissing in the air with a cock in her ass for the whole world to see, something she had never done before in her life. Who knows how many people jerked off looking at her? Did her husband masturbate looking at her?

As she laid on the floor, used, discarded like a piece of trash, her holes thoroughly abused, she started touching herself – left hand playing with her nipples while her right hand went down her crotch, rubbing her clit gently.

Soaked in piss and cum, tits and ass reddened, Kelly started pulling and pinching her nipples as her other hand was rubbing her clit in small, urgent circles, her eyes welling up.

Rubbing furiously, her thoughts centered around John, and how she had let him down. How he was now looking at other women because she wasn’t good enough anymore.

Did he masturbate at the stream? Whenever he used to jerk off before, he always called or texted her. This time, there was nothing. Had she lost him? Was she too far gone in her own depravity?

The fingers rubbing her clit quickened further, their motion a blur as Kelly masturbated through tears. She needed to be the good wife she still thought she was. She’d give John whatever he wanted, even if it meant leaving Shaun.

Through teary, lust-filled eyes, she looked at her young lover laying on the bed, his face looking content, his chest rising up and down with every breath peacefully.

Maybe not leaving Shaun.

Anything but that.

Kelly came violently.