Sharing Gina

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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Sharing Gina Chapter 15

The Watch

About six months after they were married, he came home one day with a new Rolex watch. He earned a six-figure salary and felt he deserved it. He showed his wife the new watch he had purchased on sale; it was a steal at twelve thousand dollars.

She went ape shit ballistic, "I'm trying to arrange it so we can retire early and you squander our money on shiny babbles like this?" she screamed at him, "Return it right now!" she ordered him.

"I can't, because it was a special deal, it's not returnable," he told her meekly.

"She grabbed it out of his hands. How did you pay for it? All our money is tied up in the stock market?" she said.

"I charged it," he mumbled.

He could see the rage on her face; she stormed out of the room, taking his new watch with her. She didn't talk to him for the next three days, nor did she give him sex. After having sex several times a day, for almost a year, going cold turkey for a few days, he was virtually climbing the walls.

He attempted to apologize to her, but she walked out of the room whenever he opened his mouth. He would have to wait it out until she calmed down and it blew over.

He arrived home from work Friday night; she was calmly waiting for him in the living room.

"Want to make it up to me?" she asked him calmly.

"Yes, please, anything," he said.

"Take your clothes off and put this on," she said, handing him a stainless steel object. He had no idea what it was.

"This is?" he questioned.

"It's a cock cage, you will wear this tonight and watch other men fuck me," she told him. "If you keep your mouth shut all night, I'll forgive you by tomorrow morning."

"But.." he began.

"Not a Fucking Word!" she threatened him.

If this were what it took to get back in her good graces, he would do it, he thought. He undressed and put the contraption on himself; he had to figure it out, which took a few minutes. She didn't offer to assist him at all.

Once it was in place she took out a small lock, she twisted it so his dick, was pointing up instead of down and locked the cock cage in place.

"Hold out your arm," she demanded

He held out his arm, and she latched the Rolex watch onto his wrist.

"Put your hands behind your back," she ordered him.

He looked at her questioningly, but did as instructed.

She took out handcuffs and locked his wrists behind his back. She then grabbed his arm and guided him to their bedroom. A mesh metal chair was set up facing their bed, with a wide tub under it, a trash can behind it, and two cases of water next to the chair. He wondered what she had in mind.

She sat him down on the chair and wrapped his arms around the back of the chair. Next she attached another chain to the chain that held his hand cuffs together and attached the other end to an eye bolt that was screwed into the floor. She then put on two leather ankle cuffs on him and chained them to the floor to two more eye blots she had screwed into the floor earlier in the day.

He was utterly helpless; the chains kept him securely in place. She showed him a long riding crop and traced his face with the one end of it.

"I don't want to have to use this, but you will receive one strike for every word you say tonight. Understand?" she said.

He replied "Yes," before he could stop himself. She didn't hesitate; she hit him on his right thigh with such force that he struggled not to cry out. He feared she would strike him again.

"Not one word," she threatened him again. She ripped open the plastic on the water case and removed a bottle of water. She opened it and put it up to his mouth.

"Drink," she ordered, as she held the bottle. He drained the bottle, swallowing all of it. Once it was empty, she tossed the empty bottle in the trash can behind him. After that, she left the room. Left him wondering what she was planning.

A short time later, the doorbell rang, he heard some muffled talking, and he saw her lead a man into the room; she was already naked.

"Who is this?" the man asked. Chained to the chair, he was embarrassed that a stranger saw him in this state.

"This is my cuckold husband," she said. "He enjoys spending money we don't have and forcing me to sell my body to pay for his toys."

He wanted to protest, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.

"Payment?" she said.

He handed her an envelope, and she opened it, counting a number of one-hundred-dollar bills in front of him as he was secured to the chair.

She turned to him as he was secured to the chair, "Hope your happily I have to whore myself out to pay for your luxuries."

Again, he wanted to say something, but she held the riding crop in her hands. She looked at him with a hard stare, daring him to say something. With effort, he held his tongue.

Next, she opened another bottle of water.

"Drink," she ordered him, holding the riding crop threateningly in her other hand. He didn't dare refuse. When it was empty, she threw the bottle into the trash and returned her focus to the man she escorted into their bedroom.

She removed the man's clothes and she allowed him to fuck her on their bed Missionary style, after they switched to doggie style, with her facing him as the man fucked her from behind. Despite the scene before him, his dick swelled painfully in his cock cage, he was so turned on watching another man fuck his wife in front of him. He couldn't achieve a full erection, because the cage was preventing his dick from growing to it full glory, but it filled the cage as much as it was possible. After thirty minutes or so, he heard the man groan in pleasure as he came in his Wife.

She waited for a minute before getting out of bed. She removed a condom from the man and held it up for her husband to see, it was full of cum, and she tossed into the trash behind him. He was relieved to see at least she at least used a condom. She opened another bottle of water and ordered him to drink again; he did so without question. Once he was finished, she tossed the empty into the trash can behind him. She led the man out of the room.

She was only gone a few minutes before she returned with another man. The scene repeated. He was forced to drink another bottle of water, as the man questioned why her husband was there, she took payment, counted it out in front of him, and had sex with the next guy while he watched. He again was getting a hard-on watching his wife, but another feeling was screaming for his attention. He needed to pee badly. He wanted to ask his wife if he could use the bathroom. But he didn't dare say anything. Then it dawned on him why he was chained to a mesh metal chair with a tub under it. He held out as long as he could, but as she was finishing with her second customer, he could hold it no more. He pissed himself, because his dick was pointed up, he pissed all over his crotch and stomach, the piss flowed around his ass and into the tub below. He could heard the piss striking the bottom of the empty tub. He was embarrassed; he could see that she was looking at him as she was getting plowed from behind.

She laughed at him and so did the guy fucking her, he was so embarrassed he wanted to crawl under the bed, not that he was going anywhere. The night was pure hell for him, she forced him to drink one bottle of water after another, and she fucked one customer after another, counting payment in front of him each time. He lost count of the number of times he pissed himself. At some point, he noticed the first case of water was gone, and she was opening the second case.

The Rolex whore.

She was so pissed at him went he showed up with a new Rolex watch, and to charge it no less! It wasn't that they couldn't afford it; he made great money, and her careful management of the household finances where really beginning to pay dividends. Her husband was twenty-five now, and they were well on track for them to retire before he turned thirty. If he had just come to her and asked, there was a good chance she would have said, "Yes, honey, you deserve it." But to impulse buy? Especially something so expensive. She knew she had to nip this in the butt, or he might come home with a midlife crisis corvette or something much more costly.

She thought about it for the rest of that day, came up with a plan not only to pay off the watch and teach her husband a powerful lesson, but also to make a little money. She was all in on building a future for them; maybe she needed to think more about herself. Men were not only untrustworthy but also impulsive.

She opened her little black book and contacted all of her former clients. She was off the market for almost a year, and she knew more than a few of them would jump at the chance to have sex with her again, especially kinky sex. For fifteen hundred dollars they could have sex with her in front of her husband, naked, chained and pissing on himself.

Several bulked at this price for just one fuck, after all before she changed a grand for all night with her, but she sweetened the deal. They would be first in line when she started escorting again full-time. She could now see that she couldn't rely on her husband to ensure her financial future, as she was in her prime earning years. At twenty-three, she only had a few outstanding earning years left; once women hit twenty-five or so, men who paid top dollar for sex wanted younger girls. She might be able to stretch it a few years, given that she was a vegan and exercised daily, but not much longer. Of course she could continue to whore herself out as her youth faded, but she couldn't demand top dollar and would be up against heavy competition with other providers. She would be reduced to a two hundred dollar a fuck whore and be forced to accept fat, overweight, bald men as customers. She cringed at the very thought.

By the end of the night, she had fifteen customers pay her what she demanded, and she didn't even come once. It was real work for her; she didn't enjoy it at all, but she cleared enough to pay off the watch and had almost ten thousand dollars left over. She would open her own bank and investment account with this. It was time for her to grow up and take ownership of her financial future, rather than relying on a man to do it for her.

When her last customer left, it was morning; she was exhausted. Her husband was passed out in the chair, she almost felt sorry for him, there was only a few bottles of water left and the tub was nearly filled to the top with his piss. She would see to it tomorrow; she needed to get some sleep. She collapsed in bed and was fast asleep.

The allowance

He woke up the next day, the smell of cum and piss was overpowering in the room. He was still secured to the chair; he ached all over. He could see his Wife sleeping alone on their bed, he didn't dare to make a sound. It seemed like hours before she woke up. When she did, she looked at him in disgust. He looked at her with pleading eyes.

She crawled out of bed, naked, kicked the few bottles remaining on the floor out of the way with her foot, and left the room without a word. She returned a few minutes later, wheeling a small hand truck that held three cases of water. He looked at it and her in horror, but didn't dare to say a word.

She set the three cases of water next to him. She picked up the riding crop and touched his face with it.

"Did you learn your lesson, or do I need to whore myself out to more men for another day?" she asked.

He shook his head up and down vigorously. "Yes! Yes! I learned my lesson!" he wanted to say, but didn't open his mouth, looking at the riding crop fearfully.

"You can speak now," she said.

"Yes! Yes! I learned my lesson!" he pleaded, "Please!"

"You sure now? If you want a motorcycle, say so. I'm sure I make enough to buy you one if I whore myself out for a few more days," she said.

"No, no, I don't want a motorcycle!" he pleaded.

"You sure now, what about a Corvette? It will take me two weeks on my back to get you that, but if that's what you really want?"

"No, no, I don't want anything, please forgive me," he begged.

She leaned close to him, "I forgive you, but next time..." she left the rest unsaid.

She unchained his feet, removed the shackles on his feet, unlocked and removed his cock cage. She began to stoke his dick, he was rock hard in only moments, "Reclaim you pussy," he order him.

He wasted no time; he was on top of her, banging away, and they changed positions several times. He denied himself release until he could hear his Wife cry out in pleasure as she had a powerful orgasm. He came inside her shortly after. They lay in bed, in each other's arms, exhausted, covered in sweat, the stench of the dried piss from his body was overpowering. It was several minutes before she got out of bed. "I'm taking a shower. Clean this mess up. I want it spotless," she said.

It took him several hours to empty the piss from the tub, removed the chair, trash can, remove the eye bolts from the floor, clean and get the room smelling pleasant again. After he showered and dressed, she was waiting for him in the living room.

"Where's your watch?" she asked him.

"On the dresser, I think, I don't want it anymore, I'll throw it out if you want," he said.

"I sold my body to fifteen men to buy you that watch. You will wear it every day from now on. I never want to see you without that watch on, unless you're taking a shower, in a hot tub, or a pool, understand?" she said. "I want it to remind you every day what you forced me to do."

"Ok," he said, feeling horrible.

"Well?"

"Well, what?" he asked, confused.

"Put on your fucking watch!" she screamed to him in rage.

He scurried out of the room, into the bedroom, and put the watch on his wrist. He hated the watch. It turned his stomach just looking at it. He returned to the living room a few minutes later, wearing the watch.

"Good," she said.

"From now on, I'm giving you an allowance, and I want receipts for everything you buy, fuel, lunch, coffee. At least until I feel I can trust you to spend money wisely," she said.

"Ok," he replied submissively with lowered eyes.

Overtime

Over the next few weeks, he sensed a shift in their relationship; she worked more hours at the coffee shop, often late, even on weekends. Their swinging lifestyle dropped off significantly; her friends came over less frequently, they attended fewer parties, and what was most distressing to him, she wasn't interested in sex as much when she came home late from work. It was uncharacteristic of her.

He was somewhat resentful of having to submit receipts to her on a weekly basis and to justify every purchase. She even scrutinized the coffee he purchased one morning on his way to work. Why can't you make coffee at home before going to work? She would lecture to him. It was one of the last vises he had left, and she was taking it away.

One day, after a particularly stressful day at work, he decided to surprise his Wife at work; after all, she couldn't complain about him spending money on coffee when she often gave him a cup for free on the few occasions he dropped by her shop to see her.

When he arrived at the shop where she worked, he didn't see her; she was probably in the back, either restocking or taking out the trash. When it was his turn in line, the girl behind the counter recognized him. Sarah was her name, he recalled.

"How's your Wife?" Sarah asked.

The question surprised him. "Ok, I guess," he said, confused.

"The place isn't the same without her around. Our customers miss her too; she was always a hit with the guys who came into the shop. I think half the men who purchased coffee came in to see her. She is somewhat of a legend around her; business is noticeably off since she left. Our manager has been struggling to find someone to replace her, and no one wants to work anymore," Sarah said.

"I guess not," he replied in a daze, if she wasn't working at the coffee shop all those evenings and Saturdays. Where was she? He already knew the answer; he felt his stomach tighten, and suddenly he wasn't in the mood for coffee anymore. He left the shop without making a purchase. Sarah gave him a puzzled look as he left the shop.

The following day, he left for work before she left for the coffee shop as he usually did. Instead of driving to work, he called out sick and parked his BMW down the street, and watched his house. For several hours, nothing happened, and he was growing increasingly bored; he wasn't suited for undercover surveillance. Then about 11 am, his phone dinged. It was a text from his wife.

"My first client will be here soon. Why don't you come back to the house, and I'll let you watch?" the text read.

Confused, he started to type "What do you mean, I'm at work", but before he could complete the sentence and click send, another text dinged on his phone.

"I can see you from our living room window. You've been sitting in the car in the summer heat, bet you didn't remember to bring a drink with you. Bet you're thirsty," the text read.

He did, in fact, neglect to bring a drink and was very thirsty.

"Leave your car where it is and come here now!" the following text read.

He got out of his car, locked it, and walked the two blocks back to his house. He was both fearful and aroused at the same time at what he would discover. She opened the door before he could put his key in, and she was wearing a skimpy black-and-white maid outfit. She pulled him in before he could say anything.

"What a surprise," she said with a smile.

"Are you whoring again," he said. He asked, despite knowing what the answer would be.

"Only doing what I do best," she said with a smile.

"Why?" he asked.

"I have you to thank, I forgot how much money I can make just lying on my back while horny guys thrusted themselves inside me," she said. "I've been clearing six grand a week, that's almost twenty-five thousand a month."

"You don't have to do this," he said. But she grabbed his groan just then.

"No?" She asked, "Then why is you dick rock hard? You love this, don't you, you pervert," she said, grinning at him.

He had to admit he was, in fact, turned on; he couldn't help himself. She had a profound impact on him.

"Well, I think this is a good thing, the 'cats out of the bag' as they say," she said. "Now I don't have to waste money on motels for evenings and weekend appointments. All my clients can come here. Fuck me in our bed."

He was speechless.

"Tell you what, if you a good boy and behave yourself, I'll let you be my last fuck of the day, to reclaim my pussy, just like we did when we swing, only this time I will get compensated for my efforts," she said with a smile.

"This feels like cheating," he said without much conviction.

"Tell you what, I'll triple your allowance and not audit your every expense, provided you don't exceed your daily allotment," she said with a smile.

His face brightened at the thought. "Ok," he said.

She gave him a big smile; she had him so completely under her control, even this tiny concession appeased him. She was sure she could completely cuckold him if she wanted to, without much effort, keep him in a lock cock cage and forced him to watch as one man after another fucked her. She, however, didn't have a cruel streak; she genuinely loved her husband, and eventually things would return to the way they were before, after she had ensured she didn't need to be reliant on him for her future financial security.