Leaving Dawn to sleep, Cliff sat in front of his array of computer screens, his main screen displayed images, the others were churning though web search programs, he was concentrating on the images being uploaded.
The sound was patchy from their bedroom TV recordings but the images were sharp, much better than the home CCTV cameras on the ground floor. Perhaps it might be time to upgrade that system to something sharper, but at least he could keep an eye on Dawn as she slept on the sofa in the lounge while he edited and collated the visual timeline of her betrayals, he didn't want her to see the "Dawn the Home Movie slut" before the final edit.
Cliff chuckled at his own joke, then he had an idea, the worst part of the sound could be put to a soundtrack, he idly made a list of possible songs while the editing software consumed some more files;
Love to Love you baby - Donna Summer
Hot Stuff - Donna Summer
I Feel Love - Donna Summer
She Works Hard For The Money - Donna Summer
Realising the list was starting to seem a real 1970's Disco feel, Cliff chuckled to himself again, maybe his forced introduction to anal sex had a deeper impression than he thought. Jotting down a few more jokey titles he included;
Sexy MF - Prince
I Feel for You - Prince and Chakka Khan
Ti Amo - Laura Brannigan
You Really Got Me - The Kinks
One Way or Another - Blondie (One for the clips of Dawn's MMF)
Rebel Yell - Billy Idol (Another one for the clips of Dawn's MMF cum shots)
Fingers - P!nk (Good for some of Dawn's solo masturbation clips)
Slut Like You - P!nk
Walk of Shame - P!nk
Legs - ZZ Top (She knows how to use them!)
Bad Girl - ZZ Top
An Innocent Man - Billy Joel (he would save that one for his own movie)
The list of possibilities said more for his older music tastes than creativity, but the notification from the software that the latest batch of files had been rendered brought him back to the main task of reviewing evidence of Dawn's betrayals allowing him to complete her re-indoctrination. He didn't want to allow her to retain any secrets that could be used by someone else to control her.
Cliff checked the lounge CCTV feed, Dawn was still sleeping fitfully, it was a shame he couldn't see into her dreams, but at least he had some idea of her sexual fantasies from her erotic stories reading list and from the dozen or so she had submitted herself.
Considering Dawn had a top drawer education, both her parents had been teachers and she had obtained a 1:2 in Modern History and Economics, her initial storylines lacked imagination, however, he realised that the later ones bore a more realistic approach presumably autobiographical from hands on (or perhaps hands all over her..) experience. The language usage had subtlety changed from anatomically correct to slang or swear words.
Interestingly her reading history was more styled on a wife watching her husband with other women and getting off on his sexual prowess and dominance. Her first written story read like a recollection of a holiday with their daughters even down to using their names. The fantasy part seemed to be the imagined incestuous ending between the husband, Cliff, and their at the time 18-year old daughter Ellie.
By adding the storylines to the collated video and CCTV recordings Cliff could now make out a timeline, including a gap of about three months around the time of his birthday and their 25th anniversary trip. No wonder Dawn had seemed to develop nymphomania on that trip, she must have felt relatively sex starved by that point, after servicing at least two men then dropping back to their relatively normal routine.
They had actually maintained a steady sex life through the period of her initial betrayal, although she had become more experimental with her oral administrations including gaining a taste for spunk, that she had not particularly enjoyed before, and actively enjoyed his post-coital tongue which she generally had resisted on the basis of cleanliness and time.
Cliff pondered if Reece's domination of Dawn had included sending her home to Cliff with a convenient cream pie. Evidence on the timeline so far suggested not as their sexual encounters seemed to coincide with times when Cliff was away on business. That said he decided that some further probing next time he had Dawn in a vulnerable state would not go amiss.
Still he realised that there was a need for both of them to have a few medical tests sooner rather than later considering the the arse tearing sodomisation he had endured, the bareback nature of his and Dawn's sex life, the video evidence of Dawn's latest extra-marital encounters and, let alone the Covid-19 exposure.
He'd had no symptoms of Covid-19 since or STDs during Dawn's escapades, and his arse had stopped bleeding but he definitely needed a proper medical examination and blood tests. Best start trying to book something despite the obvious embarrassment, they did have access to a comprehensive private healthcare package, hopefully they are covered or that was going to have to be added to the bill of reparations.
In the meantime he had his research to do, apart from Dawn's re-education (and punishment, he may still have feelings for the woman she used to be, but she was no longer that woman), he needed access to Reece's background and vulnerabilities, and insight into Dawn's old employer's client base, for that he needed a compliant wife and her knowledge.
So step 1, of his grand plan will be breaking down the last barriers of her resistance and morals. He needed her to accept breaking the law as easily as she broke her marriage vows, she wanted to prove her innocence of payroll fraud, he needed to push her into a different type of fraud.
That set in his mind he pressed play on the basically stitched together video scenes and Dawn appeared on screen in their bedroom, tousled hair, arm outstretched, one shoulder strap of a pretty summer dress hanging down, showing a peach coloured bra strap, she was pulling someone towards her. The bedroom TV gave a side on view of the bed but had some limited tracking to focus on whoever was speaking. Obviously intoxicated, Cliff wondered whether she had been plied with drink or had just needed 'Dutch courage' to commit adultery in their marital bed, possibly both.
She comically sat down abruptly on the end of their bed as she backed up too quickly, she looked startled for a few seconds, then looked upwards at the man standing in front of her as if needing directions or permission. It was a shame the sound was poor on this section, but Dawn slowly moved her hand over the man's crotch and rubbed up and down, keeping her eyes on the man's face. The sound suddenly started as Dawn nodded assent to something the man said.
"Yes, I want to feel it," Dawn said hesitatingly, continuing to rub the crotch, "I'm sure I want to!"
"But you are married?" a man's voice said, almost accusingly, "Are you sure want to do this again, you regretted it last time!"
"Please, I do want to," Dawn replied, "I'm sorry, I was so confused, I hadn't cheated before, but I've made up my mind, I'm sure now!"
"Tell me what you want?" he insisted.
"I want to make you happy," Dawn whined, "We can do anything you want!"
"What will that make you?" he asked.
"A slut," she responded immediately, "A cheating married slut!"
The sound stopped again but Dawn's head nodded and she unbuttoned the front of her dress and rolled it to her waist exposing her large breasts clad in a lacy underwired bra. The thin material strained as her hard nipples appeared to be poking through. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the clasp and her tits lurched forward as the tension released.
Dawn's face showed some relief, her mouth moved as though she sighed, but no sound was heard. She shrugged the bra off and let it drop to the floor, her hands rose involuntarily and she massaged the two large orbs, a motion Cliff recognised. Letting go of her breasts Dawn reach her hands out first unbuttoning and then carefully unzipping the man's trousers. She exposed a semi-hard cock then paused before leaning forward to rub her tits over it.
The man's hands came down, began massaging Dawn's breasts and flicking her already hard nipples.
Sound returned as Dawn moaned, "Rub my tits, Reece!"
Cliff paused the video, he now had confirmation that this man feeling his wife's large mammaries was indeed Reece, he needed a good facial image to start another web image trawl to add to the ones running for Dawn's image. Most of the other indiscrete sexual images and videos he had discovered on Dawn's phone had shown her or parts of her with a cock or cocks buried in an orifice or two. The remainder tended to be scantily clad selfies or panty less up-skirt shots, presumably encouraged by Reece.
Cliff had guessed there may be more videos distributed around the internet, hence the web trawls running, but they were taking time to produce positive results, two images may filter out some of the deluge of false hits.
The snippets of sound gave Cliff another idea, he could make a sound track of her best sexual ecstasy moans, groans and begging to go along side the final video. He would also video the next few sex sessions they indulged in and maybe send them to Reece, especially the anal intercourse that Dawn will be trained to beg for.
Cliff felt his cock stiffen, there was something strangely arousing watching Dawn about to be fucked by someone else, he realised that he would struggle to complete the video without having to have a wank or going into the lounge and raping Dawn where she currently lay. However both would be counterproductive as he needed to be fresh for the longer training sessions, and needed Dawn to be compliant through desire rather than fear. The fear could come later when he finally decided on the extent and duration of her punishments.
He glanced at the CCTV image of Dawn sprawled on the sofa in the lounge, she had settled now and hardly moved, he also noted the toys and the party bags on the coffee table. They had also contained some pills, potions and creams, maybe he would have to resort to chemical stimuli for the longer sessions later so could at least allow himself one wank while compiling the video.
Cliff pressed play as he loosened his trousers and eased his cock out of the fly. The images rolled on as he watched and listened to Dawn submitting sexually to Reece. Pausing periodically he clipped some facial images of Reece and Dawn, also a wolf's head tattoo which adorned Reece's right forearm. He noted that Reece was the same height as Dawn when they both stood momentarily to finally shed the remainder of their clothes.
Reece had a slim but muscled body, presumably from the swimming sessions, so Dawn had told the truth about that part. Cliff also noted the tan lines on both their bodies, his showing he must wear swimmers speedo trunks and hers a high cut one-piece.
Cliff felt slightly miffed that he had not noticed Dawns tan lines at the time this was recorded nor the shaped bikini line. From an objective point of view, Dawn looked very good for, at the time, a 45 year old mother of two, long legs reasonably toned muscles and only slight sagging of her large breasts. Two years on, she looked even better, since keeping the swimming training up along side some gym work with their shared personal trainer.
On screen the pair paused to appraise each others bodies, Reece's cock visibly erect and twitching, Dawn's nipples hard. Dawn made the first step, squashing Reece's erection between them and mashing her tits into his chest as they embraced. The camera autofocused on their faces as they swayed rubbing their bodies together, Dawn's eyes were closed dreamily, but Reece seemed to be scanning the room alert and in control.
Reece must have said something as he nuzzled Dawn's neck, she nodded nervously and slowly sank to her knees placing light kisses on his body as she went. She gripped his cock and smacked it against her face peering up as Reece locked eyes with her.
"Please," asked Dawn the sound slightly out of sync.
"Please, what?" answered Reece.
"Please can I suck your cock?" Dawn replied.
"Ask properly!" he commanded.
"Please can I suck your cock with my married mouth?" Dawn begged.
"What would that make you?" demanded Reece.
"A cheating married slut!" Dawn responded.
"Who's cheating married slut?" he asked.
"Your cheating married slut," Dawn breathed obviously getting hornier, "Reece's cheating married slut!"
Reece's face spread into a grin and he nodded assent and Dawn wrapped her lips around his cockhead. She spent about five minutes kissing, licking, sucking and wanking his cock between her large mammaries, sloppy out of sync slurping sounds came from her mouth, until he gripped her head in both hands pulling her head up.
"Kneel on the bed," he said, the words sounding just after she had crawled on the end.
Reece knelt and orally attacked her pussy from behind, he concentrated around her clit at first then prised her lips apart and dragged his tongue over them and continued until he reamed her arsehole. Dawn's cries of pleasure increased and she began begging.
"Lick me, Reece, lick my bum hole," she wailed balling her fists on the bed covers, "Please don't stop it's making me cum!"
Reece paused, "Who's bum hole is it?" he demanded harshly slapping her arse cheek.
Dawn winced, "It's your cheating married slut's bum hole!"
"Good girl," he said, "I'll let you cum now, then I'll fuck my cheating married slut's cunt!"
He plunge his tongue in her arsehole again and Dawn's body shuddered in an orgasm, the first groans lost as the sound skipped then re-sync'd with the images of Reece tonguing Dawn's hole until she collapsed in orgasmic exhaustion.
Cliff paused the video, grabbed a handful of tissues and quickly wanked his cock to a spluttering discharge.
After mopping up the spillage Cliff pondered the frozen image on the screen, he had made up his mind that his marriage to Dawn would be finished as soon as he had used her to get revenge. Just this video alone should be enough to get his daughters to detest their mother, so her final punishment, he decided, would be banishment from their family life, but that was for later.
He pressed play and now dispassionately watched as Reece mounted his prone wife and began giving her a hard fucking to the chorus of her pleading voice promising him she would always be his cheating married slut. Cliff felt a pang of anger as Dawn's words more than deeds hit home. Cliff's previous arousal had been novelty porn value, but now with no stirring in his groin, he realised that Dawn was a lost cause.
With her true submissive nature coming to the surface, the next unguarded moment she met a dominant personality she could submit easily, and with complete devotion to her new master. He expected he could retrain her every time but she would eventually become an empty shell waiting to be used.
Cliff resolved to include some more corporal punishment during her retraining, more for his sake, but he would make her beg him to do it. As BDSM had never been one of their kinks they only had a few silk ties and his bare hands, so he would begin a search suitable equipment as soon as the current video replay ended.
Cliff glanced out of the window noticing the light fading on the January day, it would be time to wake Dawn soon, so that she was not too rested for the evenings activities. Further video editing could wait until the following day, he would wrap this up, prepare their bedroom for later, then get Dawn to shower while he cooked a meal. He would get Dawn to fill-in details of events from her first outing up to the sexual encounter he had just witnessed over the evening meal, then he would take her to the bedroom to make her recreate the scene.
Cliff planned to keep her guessing as to how much he knew, and like the interrogation before keep asking awkward questions until she confessed every act of betrayal without prompting or hesitation.


An hour later, Cliff nudged a snoring Dawn awake, she blinked and looked around unsure why she was in the lounge. Soon her brain fog cleared and she struggled to sit up until Cliff helped her, wiping drool from her mouth with the back of her hand she spoke.
"Sorry, I slept so long, I must look awful?"
Cliff smiled, "Do you know, for a moment you reminded me of my mother."
Dawn looked sleepily at him, "Why?" she asked.
"Every afternoon I would come home from school, I would have to wake her," he said matter-of-factly, "Sometimes she would be sprawled on the sofa, or in her bed, but almost always she would be surprised as how she got there."
"Why was she asleep?" Dawn asked, confusion still apparent on her face, "Was she ill?"
"I suppose she would have been able to claim illness these days," stated Cliff, "Back then she was just a functional piss-head, who worked as a barmaid!" he added suddenly laughing.
"What's so funny?" Dawn asked, now seeming concerned.
"Some of the local fishwives, decided she was a whore too!" said Cliff, "After she was killed of course!"
"What?" replied Dawn incredulously, "I thought she died, you never said she was killed!"
"You've never asked, but she was dead either way," Cliff said, plainly, "She was mown down by a car in the carpark of the pub she worked at. Anyway that's a story for later, its your recent past that is in focus now."
"But," Dawn tried to interject.
"Don't worry, I'll fill in my past after you have given your full open account, as you promised!" Cliff spoke over her protest, "Now you need to go and freshen up, and you can continue you whilst we have dinner. I was thinking of something lighter, we don't want your bowels to get clogged, as they may be seeing quite a lot of action over the next few days!"
Dawn's faced paled, and she wobbled at first when she stood, "Okay, I'll have a shower, do you want me to get dressed after?"
"Of course, put on something nice," smiled Cliff, "Why not the dress and underwear you had on when you had your first date with Reece? If you, still have it."
"It wasn't a date," Dawn began, but looked at her husband's disapproving face, "Sorry, I've got the dress but will need to check the underwear," she continued meekly.
"That's okay, see what you've got," he replied, "Don't forget the shoes, you must still have those in your collection."
Dawn nodded sullenly and walked awkwardly out of the room still unaccustomed to her butt plug. Cliff noted that she still remembered what she was wearing on the evening of her first sexual encounter with Reece, he was also pleased she was showing a better level of compliance.
Sixty minutes later Dawn emerged from their bedroom, hair styled, full make-up, dressed in a floral summer dress, and high-heeled sandals. Carefully descending the stairs, the butt plug and heels making walking even more awkward, she proceeded to the kitchen smelling the food Cliff had prepared.
Cliff turned, "Nice dress, a little cold for the time of year?" he hinted.
"It was warmer that April," Dawn replied, "Just before Easter, remember?" she explained, unaware she had virtually confirmed the timeline he had worked out from the videos, pictures and text exchanges.
"Go sit in the dining room," Cliff suggested, "I'll bring the food through, there's wine in the cooler, pour a couple of glasses."
Dawn looked uncertain at first, but complied and tottered off to the dining room. Cliff heard the clink of glass as she poured the wine as instructed. He deliberately let her wait for a few minutes until he heard another clink and the sound of her pouring another glass. Smiling he picked up their meals and took them to the dining room.
He found her sitting with a half drunk glass of wine in front of her, touching the glass as though she wanted to drink that one as quickly as the first. He placed the meals on the table, reached over for the bottle of wine and topped off her glass.r"
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