Community Service
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A wife is sentenced to a very unconventional community service program.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cuckold Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Sam listened to Monica’s car pull away, the sound of her leaky exhaust fading down the street as she headed to City Hall.
His dick was painfully erect as he tried unsuccessfully not to think about what she was going to be doing. Anxiety was welling up in his chest. He felt like he was suffocating.
Sam opened his laptop and pulled up his browser, desperate to distract himself. He started searching the internet for “CUM DUMP.”
“Well, I’m not sure what I expected,” he muttered to himself as he scrolled through the porn sites on the results page.
He went to the city website. Nothing unusual when it came to community service programs. Nothing about CUM DUMP, nothing even remotely close.
He tried the county website. State website. Searched every variation he could think of. “Community Utility for Municipal Development and Universal Mating.” Nothing. “Sexual community service.” Nothing relevant. “Judge Hendricks programs.” Just a brief bio saying he’d transferred from another district recently and his “impeccable” record as an upstanding member of the community.
“I knew it. There’s no program like this anywhere. Why would there be?”
He continued to search every variation he could think of, always coming up empty.
“Someone has to listen, this is insane.”
He started calling. First the main courthouse number, where he got transferred three times before someone hung up on him. He called back and asked for the judicial complaints department, only to be transferred to someone who said they handle administrative issues only and gave him another number. That number rang fifteen times before going to voicemail.
Sam was ready to give up when a woman answered. “Records Department, this is Karen.”
“Um, hello ma’am,” Sam said. “Look, I need help. My wife was sentenced to this ... this program, and I can’t find any information about it anywhere. I think the judge made it up.”
“What program?” Karen’s tone was cold and impersonal. The voice of someone who dealt with crazy people calling all day.
“It’s called ... It’s called the CUM DUMP program. I know how it sounds!” Sam said quickly. “But that’s what the judge called it. Community Utility for Municipal Development and Universal Mating Program. My wife was sentenced to it yesterday, and I can’t find any record that it exists.”
“Okay.” Karen sounded like she was typing. “Wouldn’t it just be ‘CUM DUMP’ then? CUM DUMP Program would be redundant.”
“What?”
“Like ATM Machine.”
“Umm, yeah I guess ... Just, look, can you help me? Please?”
“Give me your wife’s name and case number.”
Sam rattled off the information, then waited while she clicked around.
“I’m showing a sentencing for DUI, six weeks community service,” Karen said. “That’s all I have in the system right now.”
“Can you search for the program itself? See if there’s any documentation?”
More typing. “What was it called again?”
“CUM DUMP. C-U-M D-U-M-P.”
A long pause. Sam could hear occasional mouse clicks and typing.
“I’m not finding any information about that, sir,” she said finally. “If you’d like, I can do a more in-depth search through our records systems. It can take some time. Give me your email and I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
Sam gave her his email address. “Thank you. Thank you. I really needed someone to take me seriously. I’m losing my mind here.”
“Have a nice day, sir,” Karen said in her monotone voice, and hung up.
Sam sat there holding his phone, feeling a tiny bit of hope. Someone was actually helping him. Someone was going to look into this.
Monica walked in the door several hours later. Sam was still at the kitchen table with his laptop, printouts of city ordinances spread around him.
“Monica!” he said when she walked in. “What happened? Why were you gone so long? Are you okay? What ... what did you ... what did they make you...”
She dropped her purse on the counter. “Ugh, I’m so tired, can we just not do this right now?”
“Not do what? I’m concerned!”
“I need a shower.” She headed for the bathroom.
“Monica, wait. I’ve been looking into this and I can’t find any...”
“Sam, please.” She turned back to him, eyes tired. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?”
“But...”
She closed the bathroom door. A moment later he heard the shower running.
Sam sat there staring at his printouts. The water ran for a long time.
When she finally came out, hair wet and wearing her bathrobe, Sam was waiting. “Okay, so I’ve been doing research all day. I called around, I searched everything I could find, and there’s no record of this program anywhere. Nothing. I think the judge just made it up.”
Monica stared at him. “What are you talking about?”
“CUM DUMP! There’s no program! I searched the city website, the county, the state. There’s nothing about it, nothing remotely similar. Don’t you see? He just made it up! He can’t do that!”
“Sam, calm down.”
“I’m calm! I’m saying this is good news! There’s nobody else who’s heard of this program because it’s fake! I’ve got a person in Records who’s gonna search their system. She’s gonna send me proof that it doesn’t exist, and then we can take this to someone. Another lawyer, or the bar association, or...”
“Oh my god, Sam, you sound like a lunatic right now.”
“I sound like ... Monica, he made you ... don’t you see how crazy this is? You were out sucking off the mayor while I was here losing my mind! This is all total bullshit!”
She laughed. “Well, not really. That’s not what he was after.”
Sam froze. “What?”
“The mayor.”
“Yeah, but what do you mean that’s not what he was after?”
Monica’s eyes scanned down to his crotch to the tent growing in his pants.
“Sam ... you are unbelievable...” Monica said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not going to tell you some sordid story so you can get off.”
“What? No, that’s not ... Monica, you’re done with this! You don’t have to go back!”
“What do you want me to do, Sam? Go to jail?”
“I don’t know. Maybe that’s better at this point!”
Monica’s expression changed. The exhaustion vanished, replaced by boiling rage. “Oh, that’s easy for you to say. You wouldn’t be the one who’d go to jail. You’re not the one paying for your mistakes, are you? I AM!”
“Monica...”
“Don’t! This is what you asked me to do, Sam. You begged me. And I’m handling it. Meanwhile you’re sitting here playing internet detective like this is some conspiracy theory bullshit.”
“It’s not...”
“I’m done talking about this.” She brushed past him.
Sam stood there in the kitchen, feeling like the world’s biggest piece of shit.
He gave her some space to cool off. By that night he tried to slide up next to her in bed, running his hand down her thigh.
“Monica,” he whispered.
“Not on your life, pal,” she said as she shoved his hand away.
The next morning, Sam had his big meeting with Dave Hutchins at Riverside Manufacturing. This was it. The $2 million facility modernization project he’d been working on for over a year. Complete automation overhaul, new control systems for their entire production line. The biggest deal of his career.
He’d gone over the presentation fifty times. He knew every slide, every number, every selling point. This was his slam dunk.
Dave was enthusiastic from the start. “Sam, I gotta tell you, the board is excited about this. We’ve been limping along with systems from the nineties. This is gonna transform how we operate.”
“It’s going to give you real-time monitoring, predictive maintenance, cut your downtime by at least forty percent...” Sam was hitting his stride, clicking through slides, when his phone buzzed.
He ignored it and kept talking.
It buzzed again.
“Sorry,” Sam said, glancing down. An email notification from Karen Wisniewski, Records Department.
Subject: Re: Program Search Results
His heart started racing.
“You know what,” Sam said, “I actually need to take care of something real quick. Do you mind if I step out for just a minute?”
Dave frowned. “Uh, sure. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, family thing. I’ll be right back.” Sam grabbed his phone and headed for the door, leaving Dave sitting there looking confused.
He made it to his car in the parking lot, heart racing as he opened the email.
Mr. Barden,
I searched our archives for any references to the program name you provided. I found one folder in the mayoral records labeled “CUMDUMP.” I’ve attached the contents below. This is all I was able to locate in our system.
For further information about community service programs, you may want to contact the Municipal Compliance Department.
Karen Wisniewski Records Clerk
He scrolled down. There had to be over a hundred attachments.
The first file: CUMDUMP_001.jpg
He opened it.
It was a woman’s body from the neck down. She was wearing a blouse and skirt, standing in what looked like an office.
Sam scrolled to the next one. Same woman, but the blouse unbuttoned, showing her bra.
In the next one, her blouse had been removed, showing off her lacy black bra. She had great tits. Sam couldn’t see her face but those tits looked familiar.
Another photo showed her skirt unzipped.
Sam’s dick started to swell. He glanced around the parking lot. It was just him in the back corner of the lot.
He kept scrolling.
The woman was standing there with her top and skirt discarded on the floor, wearing low-cut black panties that matched the bra. Sam didn’t recognize the underwear, but the body... “Fuck, it looks like her,” he whispered.
He scrolled faster.
In the next shot, she was topless, with her hands covering her nipples. Then one with no hands. He knew those perfect tits, full and round, sitting up on her chest like they defied gravity.
Sam’s dick was straining against his pants now, aching. He clicked to the next file.
There was an audio file in the middle of the photos.
Sam looked around again. There was still nobody in sight. He opened the file.
A woman’s voice whimpered and moaned through his phone speaker. “Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...”
It cut off, then looped. “Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...”
Sam’s hand was on his crotch now, rubbing through his pants. He scrolled to the next photo as the audio kept playing.
The woman was on her knees. Her face was still not in the frame, but she was totally naked now, on her knees in front of a desk. The angle suggested the photographer was standing right in front of her.
“Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...”
In the next photo, she was in the same position but taken from a different angle. He could see more of her body, and it did nothing to quiet the voice in his head telling him it was her.
“It couldn’t be. Could it?” Sam tried to convince himself.
He kept going, each photo advancing like frames of some choppy porn video. The woman bent over the desk now, ass in the air, back arched. The next few shots were POV style, taken from behind as someone took their time, entering her pussy slowly frame by frame, and fucking her from behind. Her pink lips were stretched tight around the shaft, gripping it as it pushed deep inside. She had her hands behind her back, spreading her ass cheeks apart, putting everything on display.
“Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...” The audio kept looping.
His dick was painfully hard. He unzipped his pants, “just to relieve the pressure” he told himself. But as soon as his hand touched it, he couldn’t stop. As he continued scrolling, he started stroking his dick, slowly at first, then faster, precum already leaking from the tip.
The photos switched to a new position. The woman lay on her back on the desk with her legs spread wide.
He kept stroking and kept scrolling through the pictures.
Her mouth was visible in the next shot, hanging open. He knew those plump red lips, the ones he kissed goodbye every morning before heading off to work.
She had her legs up over the man’s shoulders, and her pussy was red as the man fucked her. From the look of it, she was getting pounded hard.
He was jerking off faster now, precum making his hand slick. The audio kept looping over and over. “Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...”
When Sam clicked the next photo, all doubt was gone. There she was, clear as day. She was looking at the camera with that expression women get when they’re getting fucked really good. Flushed cheeks, eyes half-closed, mouth agape.
“Monica,” Sam muttered.
“Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...” That was her voice. He knew his wife’s voice. Deep down he’d never doubted it.
He kept scrolling as he continued stroking his cock.
Photo after photo of his wife getting fucked. Her legs were pushed over her head, and the mayor was pounding her with a shockingly large dick. She was even smiling in some of them. She looked like she was having the time of her life.
“Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...”
There was one photo where her face matched the audio perfectly, mouth mid “yes”, that exact expression. He imagined this was taken at the exact moment the audio was recorded.
He jerked himself faster, scrolling through more photos. The last batch was Monica covered in cum. There were multiple shots of her smiling face, glazed with the mayor’s cum, as it dripped down onto her tits.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sam gasped and came hard, spurting all over his dress shirt and tie.
“God dammit!” He looked down at himself. Cum was everywhere. He couldn’t go back in like that. He couldn’t face Dave looking like he’d just jerked off in the parking lot to photos of his wife getting fucked by someone else.
Because he had just jerked off in the parking lot to photos of his wife getting fucked by someone else.
Sam started the car and drove home, cursing himself the entire trip.
He got home and immediately headed for the bathroom, stripping off his cum-stained clothes. As he was washing his hands, his phone rang. It was his boss, Terry.
“Sam, what the hell? I just got a call from Dave Hutchins asking where you disappeared to.”
“I’m so sorry, Terry. I had a family emergency. I had to get home.”
“In the middle of your presentation? Sam, this is a $2 million deal. You’re killing me here.”
“I know, I know. I’ll fix it. I’ll call Dave tomorrow and...”
“You better fix it,” Terry said. “This is the deal of the quarter. If it falls through because you ghosted a client in the middle of a meeting, you’re done. You understand me?”
“Yeah. I understand.”
Terry hung up.
“Where is Monica?” he asked nobody.
Sam stood there in his underwear, holding his phone, feeling his world crumbling around him.
“Wait, who was it Karen said to contact?” he muttered to himself as he opened his laptop.
He opened the email again. The photos were still up on the screen, Monica’s satisfied smile glazed with the mayor’s cum. Sam’s dick was already getting hard again.
“Just one more look,” he told himself.
He scrolled through the whole sequence again. Monica on her knees. Monica bent over the desk. Monica’s pussy stretched around that thick cock. Her face in that moment of ecstasy. “Yes ... yes ... oh god yes...”
Sam pulled his dick out and stroked it while staring at the final photo. His wife’s face glazed with another man’s cum. He came again, spurting onto the kitchen floor.
After he cleaned up, he finally found what he was looking for. At the end of the email, Karen’s note said to contact the Municipal Compliance Department for more information.
Sam dialed the number. A man answered, sounding bored. “Compliance.”
“Hi, yeah, I’m calling about a community service program. My wife was sentenced to it and I need information.”
“What’s the program?”
“It’s called ... the CUM DUMP program.”
“Never heard of it. Try the Office of Citizen Services.”
“Wait, can you...”
Click. He hung up.
Sam called the Office of Citizen Services and got put on hold for ten minutes. Finally someone picked up, a woman this time.
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