The Magician's Assistant Pt 2: The Truth Comes Out

Sharon's voice boomed across the room.

"Shaun's third task: Make a trailer for that porn John was talking about. Two minutes."

John's eyes went wide. "What do you mean make a trailer?" His inquiry came through the haze of brain fog taking over from the 'special' drink from earlier.

"Don't worry. It's just a pretend trailer. You'll see". Sharon had her smirk back by then, the scheming brain on the manipulative bitch working overtime.

Kelly was already on Shaun's side of the barrier, kneeling in front of him. John couldn't see them over the towels, but he heard them talking.

"Yes, just like that, whore. Cock on your face. Tongue out. Drool for me, you cunt."

Kelly's only response was a whimper and a whiny 'yes Daddy.'

Shaun had taken out his phone, recording whatever was happening down below.

"Say what you want, babygirl. Tell the world why we're recording this video."

"I'm here to suck my Daddy's cock and make him cum. It's my sole purpose in my life. It's why I exist. It's why Daddy keeps me around. To drain his balls and drink his cum."

"Look into the camera, fucking slut. Beg. Beg for my cock."

"Daddyyy" John heard the high-pitched squeal coming from deep down Kelly's soul. For a pretend trailer, she was certainly making it quite realistic. Maybe a bit too realistic?

"Can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please? Please baby? I'll be such a good girl for you, I promise Daddy. I'll suck your cock deep down my throat, Daddy. I'll make you cum so good. Please let me, Daddy? I beg you".

She almost sounded ****, despair dripping from her voice. Anyone watching this would be fooled, without any doubt.

"Take the tip in your mouth, cunt. And give a wink to the camera."

Apparently she complied, because within a few seconds she got up, wiping her mouth and smiling sweetly at her husband.

"Time", came the announcement from Sharon.

"John's fourth task: Use a part of Kelly's body that you haven't used before to jerk off. Five minutes."

John looked at his wife, confused, in a daze from the intoxicating drink. A body part... Never used before... To jerk off...? His brain refused to think. It was too tired to think. It needed some rest.

Kelly mouthed a 'I love you' at him, before whispering, "Ready for it, baby?" As John looked on, the housewife took off his pants, making his cock spring out onto her soft, creamy thighs.

Kissing him once on the cheek, she got down on her knees in front of him. Winking, she started to take off her top.

"Kelly, what are you..."

"Sshh. Sit on the couch. Relax, and let me make you happy", Kelly said as her beautiful, pretty boobs came jumping out. She grabbed a hold of her soft mounds with both hands, pressing them together.

"Ready for your first boobjob, baby?"

John groaned, his mind drunk in lust, his head almost exploding from the sight in front of him. In fifteen years of marriage, Kelly had never given him a boobjob, and now it was going to happen in front of a bunch of strangers. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Close your eyes, baby. Just enjoy the sensations. Let this moment live in your heart forever. Whenever you think back to it, remember that your wife loves you. Your wife loves you so, so much, John." Kelly was almost in tears as she poured her heart out in front of everyone to her husband.

"Fuck, Kelly, I love you too..."

"Sshh. I know, baby. I'm yours, now and forever. Now open your eyes and look at me."

John opened his eyes to the sight of his wife pressing her tits together, his own cock resting between them comfortably. She was letting a big glob of spit drop onto the tip of his cock from his mouth, looking achingly erotic at that moment.

Satisfied with how wet John's dick and her chest was, she started moving her torso up and down on his cock, pressing her boobs together to drive her husband wild. He could only groan in approval, his mind too turned on to form coherent sentences now.

Kelly stuck her tongue out, as John's cock was peeking out from between her tits with every slide up her cleavage. Her tongue made contact with his cock every time, causing John to mutter 'fuck, fuck' over and over. This was too much. Kelly was too good at this.

"How did she get so good at this, John?"

His intoxicated brain could now hear Dream-Annie's voice clear as day.

"Do you think she got so good at this by pretending, John? Are you sure they are not fucking for real?"

John groaned, his brain was getting overstimulated as Kelly was working overtime now, moving faster on his husband's rock hard cock, trying to make him cum.

As the pleasure started to build in the back of his head, Dream-Annie spoke again.

"They are fucking for real, aren't they, John? You know it. Admit it. Stop lying to yourself."

"No, no, I don't know..."

Kelly could feel John's cock starting to twitch. Almost there... Almost there...

She started moving her huge tits over John's cock, the soft flesh enveloping his cock completely. She lowered her head to take the tip of his penis into her mouth. Letting it rest there, she started massaging his cock with her tits in earnest.

John was on the edge, ready to explode at any moment, when Sharon's voice rang out.

"And time!"

Kelly let out a disappointed whine as her movements came to a halt slowly. Deatching herself from John's cock, she gave him a lingering kiss. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise. That cock is mine, you hear? You WILL cum for me, baby", she whispered.

John could only whimper, the lust having consumed his brain fully. He was not entirely sure if he was dreaming at this point or not.

"Shaun's fourth task: Get a blowjob from Kelly. Five minutes."

As John saw Kelly move through the gap in the towels to the other side, he collapsed back on the couch. This was getting to be too much. His head couldn't handle this much lust and doubt at the same time. Dream-Annie had done a number on his psyche.

He knew Dream-Annie was a part of his own sub-conscious, meaning it was himself who was having the creeping doubts. Did it matter if they were fucking for real, or not? Would John be able to accept that his loving wife was a cheating whore outside his fantasies? Could he live with the truth?

His thoughts were interrupting by the very sloppy sounds coming from the other side of the barrier. It appeared that Kelly was giving Shaun one of her 'pretend' blowjobs. She was making it sound so real too! John couldn't see either of them over the towels, but he could hear them clearly.

John heard his wife gagging on something - presumably Shaun's cock, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Was Shaun's balls hitting Kelly's chins? Suddenly, there was a sharp intake of breath, as if someone was gasping for air.

Moments later, Kelly could be heard coughing loudly, and calling Shaun an asshole for pinching her nose shut while she was almost blacking out on his cock.

John knew it was very simple to figure out if it was still real or pretend - all he had to do was to peek through the towels. Should he do it? Could he do it? Spy on his own wife? Will the truth change his life and relationship with Kelly forever?

The **** and gaging had resumed on the other side, interspersed with sounds of slapping and spitting. Apparently, Kelly was begging Shaun to... Spit on her face? He appeared to comply earnestly, followed by the sharp sounds of slaps? Being so close to the truth and not knowing the answers was driving John crazy.

But John also felt strangely aroused. Even though his mind was intoxicated by the drinks, his thoughts were still clear - he wanted Kelly to be happy. He wanted his wife to be happy, and apparently she was the happiest when she was 'pretend' fucking her boyfriend. Who was John to deny her that pleasure?

Shaun said something about a 'skull-fucked bitch' and a'drooling mess' when John remembered something. His wife went over without putting on her top! She was topless, kneeling in front of Shaun, and the vivid image caused a moan to escape the husband's lips. He would have started stroking his cock right there had it not been for Sharon's voice.

"And time!" It rang out.

Kelly stood up, still panting and trying to catch her breath, her makeup ruined, hair a mess. As she waddled over to John's side, he had a chance to scrutinize the damage done to his loving wife.

Kelly's face was flustered, her eyes red and cheeks fluffy. Her makeup was completely messed up, mascara ruined from the tears running down her face, one fake eyelash having come lose.

Her chest was a bigger mess, drool and saliva running down her mouth to her beautiful tits, now wet and glistening under the lights.

"Fuck, Kelly. You look..."

"Skullfucked?" Winked Kelly. "One of Shaun's favorite ways to make this look real, baby. You like it?"

"I..."

"John's final task. Fuck Kelly to an orgasm. No time limit."

The husband froze mid-sentence, his mouth agape. He swallowed hard looking at the walking, talking wet dream that was his wife standing in front of him.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I... I can't, baby."

"What do you mean you can't, John?" Asked an incredulous Kelly. "You can't fuck your own wife? What are you on about? You've got this big fucking dick I just gave a boobjob to five minutes ago. What do you mean you cant fuck me?"

"It's complicated, baby. Hard to expl..."

"I've got all night, John. You better start explaining yourself."

"It's just that... You look so happy when you're with Shaun, baby."

"Go on". Kelly was having a hard time following John's slurred speech. Sure, he was drunk, but he wasn't making any sense. Why would he not want to fuck his own wife? Was she not pretty enough for him? Did he not fancy her anymore?

"I want you to be happy, baby. I don't want to intrude in your world."

"You're not making any sense, John. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck Shaun, Kelly. It would make me the happiest to see you happy like that."

"You mean 'pretend' fuck him, baby?" It was starting to make sense in Kelly's head by now. She still wanted to make sure John wasn't getting hurt. "You know its only for pretend, right? We're not actually fucking?"

Kelly felt bad lying right to her husband's face like that, but in her mind, she was saving him from a world of hurt. She was doing this for him.

"Yes, I know. That's what I meant, baby."

"Tell me what you want me to do, then. Tell me, John."

"Pretend fuck your boyfriend for me, baby?"

Kelly's cunt twitched hearing John say the words. She asked one more time just to be sure, and when John answered affirmatively, she kissed him on the forehead, and went through the gap in the towels.

Only one trick left for the magician's assistant for the night.

... ... ...

"Shaun's final task: Fuck Kelly to an orgasm. No time limit."

"And since John couldn't finish his task, if Shaun manages to pull it off, he's going to be the winner of tonight's grand prize." Added Sharon. "Are you guys ready?"

A loud cheer went across the room as a topless Kelly stood face to face with Shaun, her face flustered with anticipation.

"Ready, set, GO!"

Shaun grabbed Kelly by the neck, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss right on her delicious lips, their tongues entangled in a sexy, etoric dance. She was quietly moaning into his mouth, her arms grabbing at his back, as if to pull him further into her embrace.

With a bite on her lips and a slap on her ass, Shaun finally let go of her. Without wasting a moment, he turned her around, hooking her elbows into his arms, as both of them faced John.

The husband, on the other hand, was having an out of body experience. The horny, primal part of his mind urged him to gawk at the scenes unfolding before him, drinking in the sight of his own wife. The rational portion, led by Dream-Annie's voice, was screaming at him, to open his eyes, to see the truth.

Kelly's doe-eyes stared deep into John, her eyes an ocean full of love before they went wide in shock. With a throaty gasp, her body jerked forward, apparently from Shaun 'pretend' thrusting into her. They were hidden behind the curtain from the waist down, providing no visual, and endless agony for the poor husband.

He followed up with several long, slow strokes, each one drawing a quiet wince from Kelly's face, as if Shaun was actually penetrating her. Her boobs were swaying with each move, her gorgeous, jet black hair providing minimal cover for them.

Kelly had her eyes closed, as if to enjoy the sensations of the 'pretend' thrusts from Shaun as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh rang around in the room. For a pretend fuck, they were making quite an effort to make it look real!

Shaun was about to pick up the pace - still joined at the waist, he walked Kelly to Carol who was holding up one of the towels. Making Kelly hold onto the girl's shoulders, he really let loose, thrusting violently into the housewife over and over, again and and again, till she started moaning loudly, guttural sounds coming from deep down her soul.

Kelly looked up to into Carol's eyes, and without thinking, kissed her on the lips. Like before, she returned the kiss in earnest, while Shaun kept pounding into her from behind. The housewife was moaning into Carol's mouth, her entire body flustered and alive.

Thwap!

Thwap!

Thwap!

The sounds of slap after slap brought John out of the reverie he was having inside his mind. He saw his loving wife writhe in pain and pleasure as Shaun grabbed her long hair with one hand and kept slapping her ass with the other.

Pausing for a moment, he dislodged himself from Kelly. Taking a step back, he pulled down her mini skirt, helping her step out of it. "Better access", he said to John with a wink.

The poor husband, on the other hand, was turned on beyond belief. He was standing there with a full hard-on, unable to look away from the display unfolding before him. But he made no effort to even touch his cock. It somehow felt like the right choice.

Meanwhile, roughly grabbing Kelly's hair again and taking her to the center of the space, Shaun pulled her up. Positioning her around his waist, he told her to wrap her legs around him, his hands supporting her by grabbing her ass.

Over the towels, John saw what looked like Shaun 'pretend' fucking Kelly again, this time his cock entering her from below. She was grabbing his neck for support, bouncing on his cock with each thrust, her head thrown back in ecstacy.

With each thrust, she seemed to be edging closer and closer to a climax. Shaun was relentless, not letting up his pace for one singular moment. He kept drilling into her again and again, marveling at the breathtaking beauty getting fucked like a common whore on his dick.

John was closing in on his own orgasm without even touching his cock. He felt his climax building, slowly, but inevitably, as he kept staring at the incredible sight of his wife getting fucked mercilessly.

The moans from Kelly's lips started growing in intensity, the cute, whimpering noises replaced by guttural sounds. Eyes closed, she was concentrating hard on the pleasures from skin brushing against skin, he cunt fully accepting the impressive cock from Shaun. Her entire world was distilled into this one moment, one purpose - to reach her climax.

With almost a howl, Kelly's body started spasming on Shaun's cock, her cunt quivering over and over on it as her entire body went limp. She was drooling from her mouth, eyes rolled back, body motionless, babbling incoherent noises as her body sumpled into Shaun's arms. She was completely catatonic.

Seeing her in that state was too much for John, as he started blowing his load without ever touching his cock. Jet after jet of cum shot into the air, some hitting the towels, as the husband came to an incredible orgasm just seeing his wife 'pretend' fucking.

Shaun was the next to cum, as he blew his load into the cheating houswife's inviting pussy, her little hole overflowing with cum as her lover emptied his balls into her. He collapsed to the floor with Kelly, his cock resting on her cunt lips glistening with his seed.

Right then, as chance would have it, Olivia's hand went numb as she let go of the towel from her side. To the shock of everyone, it fell on the ground, agonizingly slowly, revealing every little secret to everyone.

John looked on, the images in front of him barely registering.

Naked Kelly.

Naked Shaun.

His cock on her pussy.

Glistening with cum.

His cum.

Cum leaking out from her cunt.

Her cunt.

Full of cum.

His cum.

Not pretend.

None of it.

Real.

All of it.

It was all real.

Dumbfounded, John kept staring, unsure how to react, until Dream-Annie spoke out in his head. "What now, John?"

He got the answer in the form of an intense headache and nausea. The full effect of the 'special' drink from earlier hit John like a truck, knocking the wind out of him.

"Not pretend... All real..." He mumbled for a moment.

Then his world went dark as he collapsed on the floor.

It was going to be one hell of a morning - but that was tomorrow.

Tonight, three exhausted souls laid collapsed on the floor, in the aftermath of an orgasmic bliss, utterly satisfied and spent.

Will it be too bad if things continued this way?