You turn the TV on...

You flicked the TV on and quickly changed to HDMI 2 as the voice on the phone said. You were astounded to see a bedroom on the screen. Almost as if it was a livestream. You froze as you realised this was your room. You jolted up from the couch and ran to your room to see nothing amiss.

Walking back to the living room, the recording continued. After a minute or so, a well built young man walked into your bedroom, still in his school uniform. You recognised it as the school Samantha had been teaching at.

"Come on in Miss..." He said with a smirk towards the camera.

In came a woman who you quickly recognised as Samantha. You were on the verge of tears. It was your wife! She was okay. In fact nothing seemed at all wrong with her.

"Take off your clothes and sit down." He said firmly to Samantha. Your jaw dropped at the sheer audacity of the young man. He could be her student! Your instinct was to call the police right now to report this, but instead you were shocked to see Samantha meekly comply.

You watched as your wife stripped in front of the young man and sat on the bed, completely naked in front of him. The world spun as you tried to understand what was happening.

"N-now, what?" She asked quietly. She sounded unusual to the point where you thought maybe the young man was blackmailing her.

"Lay on your back, then lift and spread your legs." He barked the order at her. You felt rage swell within you as this little perv told your wife to expose herself to him, but another feeling soon replaced this as you watched her fulfil the demand.

"Haha look at how were you are Samantha. You must have really enjoyed pleasing another man." He commented as he reached down to touch your wife's womanhood, making you visibly flinch as he did. Your clenched your fist and jaw as he touched her, but you didn't miss his words. He said other man. What was happening?

"Mmm yes Nate..." Samantha moaned quietly. You opened your eyes in shock from how erotic her voice sounded. This clearly wasn't ****. And that name sounded familiar. He was Samantha's student that was causing her grief at the start of her job at the school.

Nate took a moment to fetch something from under your bed. You squinted to recognise it - but it was rope. He had Samantha shuffle forward and sit up as he worked the rope around her body to bind her in a certain way, all while murmuring obscenities to her - words that should have made her feel disgusted, but instead she seemed aroused and needy. You were sick with anger, but there was no doubt you were also doing your best to ignore your swelling crotch.

"Did you enjoy sucking another man's cock?" Nate asked as he pushed Samantha onto her back. He had bound her legs and arms in a way so she was open an **** to him.

"Yes...yess! Mmmh..." Samantha admitted as Nate began to fondle her defenseless body.

"What were you thinking about while you blew him?" He asked.

"Mmh ohh... I... I wanted you to fuck me..." Samantha moaned.

You couldn't deny that your cock twitched painfully against your pants. You were at a loss from the whole situation. What could have happened for this to occur? Was it your fault? Did you not pay enough attention to her?

"Heh, wanted two cocks at the same time did you?" Nate teased as he pushed his fingers inside her.

"Ohh y-yes!" Samantha gasped and bucked, though her movements were limited by the rope.

"And when he fucked you? What were you thinking then?" Nate asked.

"I... I just wanted you Nate!" Samantha replied.

"I see. I've kept you waiting haven't I?" Nate pulled his finger out and began to undress. Samantha eyed him hungrily.

"Yes..." She agreed.

"You want me to fuck you right now?" He asked.

"Ohh- y-yes!" Samantha moaned as she rocked her hips, as if inviting him.

"Beg for it." He demanded.

"Please Nate, I need your cock!" Samantha shamelessly pleaded.

"Good girl, here's your reward..." Nate shuffled in and pressed his cock against her pussy, which swallowed him up entirely. He groaned and began to thrust.

You stared and watched as Nate defiled your wife's body with his cock - she moaned and gasped as he plunged into her unprotected pussy, and her tits swayed with every thrust. You could see the ecstasy etched into her expression. She wasn't thinking of anything other than getting fucked. She certainly wasn't feeling guilt, nor almost everything you were feeling other than lust. Which you were disgusted to admit you were also feeling.

It wasn't long before you fished your hard cock from your pants and began jerking off watching the perverted show.

"Your pussy is so wet, Samantha. I might cum straight away." Nate commented. "Especially after the show you put on for me haha."

"Ohh, mmh... That's okay... B-but keep fucking me as long as you can...!" Samantha begged.

"Hah... You're really the perfect little slut aren't you?" He grunted louder.

"Hah, yes I'm a naughty little slut!" Samantha gasped and shivered, as if turned on by the insult.

"Ugh... I have just the thing for a slut like you..." Nate groaned as his thrusts pushed deeper. He gripped onto her waist and leaned over her.

"I'm going to fill you with my cum." He announced. Samantha gasped and moaned, bucking as Nate thrust into her.

"Ohh fuck! Fuck me harder! Oh my god... I'm cumming too!" Samantha moaned as Nate filled her with his seed.

You imagined as Samantha climaxed, her pussy clamping down tightly around Nate's throbbing cock, milking every last drop of his hot semen deep inside her.

It wasn't long before you groaned as you came into your hand. It wasn't your proudest moment, and you were immediately filled with dread of what you were meant to do.

As you wiped your spent cock clean, you gazed at the TV, heart heavy with the realisation that you had just watched your wife get thoroughly used and degraded by her student. Despite the wrongness of it all, a part of you still felt a dark thrill and arousal sparked by witnessing such taboo depravity.

Your mind rushed and reeled, trying to piece together the mystery behind Samantha's behaviour. Had she truly sought out Nate's advances, or was this some twisted game of ****? Your mind raced with questions and doubts and as you were about to turn the TV off, you almost wanted to keep watching...