It’s funny how a twinge of guilt keeps me from fucking in my marital bed. My lover, Troy and I stumbled to the guest bed room, where we’ve had sex before, falling onto the bed with a thud. I straddled Troy, smiling down at him, lost in his kaleidoscope eyes of grey and amber. His firm hands lingered on my waist before inching down over my hips to cup my ass. His body was mine to explore. My long brown hair brushed his body as I roamed it with my fingers, lifting up his shirt to tongue his muscularly defined torso. It’s such a change of pace for me to be this aggressive as I’m submissive to my husband; I am his object to be touched and loved. But tonight, I prowled Troy’s body like a tiger savoring its prize from the hunt; languidly licking him with a tongue slowed by a humid night of drinking. A bulge appeared in his trousers and he sat up before standing me up with him. He unzipped my dress to tug it down past my knees, revealing the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. I giggled as I unbuttoned his pants. He stepped out of them, and stripped off his shirt before we fell into each other’s arms again, getting lost in sloppy kisses. His hands rambled over my ass and I moaned in delight as he squeezed my cheeks apart.
I love the way you smell,” he said.
I said, “I want to fuck you so bad.”
In one swift move, he flipped me back onto the bed, spread my legs and went down on my pussy, his tongue slicing through my lips to lick inside. I pulled away in a play resistance, but his hands caught me by the hips, holding me in place while the sensations of his tongue spread up into my loins and the pleasure pulsed between my legs. After a while, he crawled up over me, kissing my mouth with my juices smeared on his lips before he turned around over me, repositioning into a 69. His cock hard bounced over my face as his head went down on my pussy. I reached into the drawer for a condom, putting it on his dick with my mouth.
“You taste so good,” he said before his tongue dug into my pussy lips.
His dick and balls loomed over my face and I lustily guided his hard hanging penis into my mouth. I licked and sucked him as he sucked my clit. His dick thrusted down into my throat which he withdrew whenever I gagged. He suddenly withdrew from me and spun his groin off my face. I felt his hand wind in my hair, urging me to sit up as he got off the bed. I did. He stood at the foot of the bed, slapping his dick across my cheek before I opened my mouth.
“Good girl,” he said, putting it in.
It slid in and out, over my tongue while his fingers held my head in place as his other hand squeezed my tit. He suddenly withdrew.
“No. Stop,” he said.” I’m going to cum.”
I scooted away from him as he crawled onto the bed and caught my ankle. He pulled it, dragging me towards him on my back. He crawled up over me and I turned my head away, closing my eyes as I lay helpless under him. My own pleasure began to build into an orgasm as I writhed under the hands that raked over my breasts and latched onto my ribs. Every ounce of my flesh was alive.
He yanked my knees up to my ears, his hands digging into my hips as he rammed in me.
“God, your pussy is so tight,” He said.
Flesh slapped against naked flesh. I shamefully began to cum, arching up as my muscles shuddered in great spasms of release. He savagely rammed me until it hurt then placed his forearm across my throat and I gasped through my partially closed windpipe as another orgasm grew within me. With one final impaling thrust, he came deep inside me with a loud growling groan.
We lay there panting for a while, giving each other mischievous smiles.
“I’ve got to get to the gym and take a shower,” he said.
“You can shower here.”
“Naw, my wife has got really good smelling. She won’t question the scent of gym soap. Plus I did have kind of a work out.”
He dressed as I straightened up the sheets and we left the room. I kissed him at the door and shut it behind him, alone in my quiet apartment once more. I took a shower before heating up some leftover food in the microwave. It was long after midnight when John came home. I could hear the TV go on in the den before approaching footsteps made me close my eyes in a pretend sleep. Johnathan entered our dark room, turning on one light in our walk-in closet. After getting his favorite sweats, he stood in the doorway looking at me for a minute or two before he left, quietly shutting the door behind him.
*One week later…*
Friday night, and Johnathan was at a stag party. He said he wouldn’t be home until late. Another lonely evening is nothing new to me and I did the usual; ate dinner, read stuff on the internet, turned off everything in our quiet apartment and went to bed. I was well asleep when my chiming phone woke me with Johnathan’s text alert’s distinctive ring.
‘Wear something sexy and be ready for me at 2am.’
I got up and took a quick shower before curling my hair, putting on some make-up and slipping into matching black mesh bra and panties, thigh high lace topped stockings and black high heel pumps. I heard the front door opened and close, and I threw on a silk robe to wait out the last remaining minutes sitting on the bed. He came into the room, his loosened tie hanging over his disheveled shirt. He was drunk, but still in control.
He said, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
I waited and after a few minutes, he called from his office. I walked down the hall and entered his dimly lit office to find three men sitting on the couch nursing drinks and smoking cigars. The middle one looked to be around eighteen. They eyed me as I pulled the little satin robe tightly across my body.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know you had company.”
“No, no come in. I want you to meet our guests.”
“I’m not properly dressed.”
He walked over and pulled me in by the elbow. “Of course you are. Come in.”
The men watched the show Johnathan was putting on. And I was the main attraction of humiliation.
“Johnathan, please.”
“Gentlemen, this is my wife, Valentina. Valentina, these are some associates of mine. The middle one’s name is William. He’s getting married soon and I think he should get a lesson on wife training.”
They chuckled.
“Take off you robe.”
My hands shook as I untied the sash but could go no further. Johnathan pushed the robe off my shoulders. I tried to hide my nearly naked body from the men by turning away from them but Johnathan squeezed my wrist and forced me to stand straight before them.
He said, “Actually, I might not be the one to teach this class because I caught her the other day on a nanny cam with some random guy. She does it in the guest bedroom because she creams so much, she’d soil the sheets and she hates to wash. But here, look for yourself. Look what I got to see live on my office computer last Friday night.”
He turned on the TV. My mouth dropped when I saw myself in glorious color having sex with Troy. Troy going down on me, getting my face slapped with his dick before I eagerly accept it in my mouth for my skull fucking. My face flushed red as I stood there, horrified, until I tried to pull away. His grip tightened so hard, I heard something pop in my wrist.
He said, “She can’t help it. She’s a slut. On your knees, dear.”
I looked at him with pleading eyes but his eyes were so mean and dark green and dangerously feral.
“Please don’t,” I squeaked out.
He took the cane from a nearby umbrella stand.
“On your knees.”
For some strange reason, I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his associates, so I knelt on the floor, sitting back on my heels and looked down so my fallen hair covered my shamed face. I could still hear the slurping sound of his dick in my mouth.
“See, she is capable of following orders.”
I peeked through my hair to see the oldest man sip his drink, enthralled with our spectacle. Johnathan’s hand wound under my chin and lifted my face until my hair smeared cheek was pressed against his groin.
“She really is a good wife. Loving. Pretty.”
He slid his thumb past my lips.
“She has a very accommodating mouth.”
He let go of my face and I let it drop, focusing my eyes on his shoes and the pattern of the rug underneath. The sounds of my little moans and slapping skin flowed from the TV. The cane slid under my face forcing me to look up at him.
“She’s everything to me, but far from faithful.”
He withdrew it. I glanced at the men, looking at us so raptly, their cigars burning unattended.
“Hold out your hand. Palm up.”
I did.
“I thought she was properly trained but in hindsight, I think I’ve been too lenient. So let me show you the proper way to train your wife. Youngster, pay attention.”
One of the older men clapped the youngest on the back and they chuckled the way men do when they have some poor vulnerable creature is cornered.
“First is to not leave any visible marks.”
He smacked my palm with the cane making me flinch in pain.
“You never want to leave a permanent mark on what you find most precious.”
The cane hit my hand again making it curl in pain. I rubbed it with my other hand but he jerked it back in place and I held it there, whimpering quietly to myself. He reached down to help me to my feet. His hand tightened around my wrist.
“The last time she was disciplined, her ass was pink for days,” he said rubbing my butt in front of them.
Then it came down hard. The cane stung as it whipped across my butt in three quick swats and I pulled against his grip, but he held me in place as he tossed the cane aside. I could hear the sexy little noises I make coming from the TV as Troy began to fuck me hard. Johnathan muted the volume, dropping the remote control when he was done.
“Now this one,” he said, picking up a leather paddle from his desk.
“This delivers a message without much damage.”
The heavy paddle hit my butt with a mighty whack, causing me to lose my balance in my stilettoes. He jerked my wrist for me to stand on wobbly legs.
“It makes a nice sound. But this one,” he said, dropping the leather paddle to pick up a wooden one. “This one has holes. With less air resistance, it will produce a bite.”
He hit my bottom hard which made me yelp with pain and I covered my butt with my free hand to keep another blow from happening. He tossed the paddle onto the desk.
“Usually after our sessions, I fuck her hard and I’d demonstrate but I’ll save that for later. So, William, you can have any one as a wedding gift. A wife trainer of your very own. Which will it be?”
At the encouragement of the older men, William stood and looked at the paddles, picking up the heavy leather one before putting it down and taking the cane. He swished it around in the air.
“Good choice,” said Johnathan.
William reared his hand back to cane me but Johnathan stopped him.
Jonathan said, “No, this is mine. I’m sure your wife will give you cause to use it.”
The men gave the smarmy smiles of jaded heirs as they chuckled and returned to their cigars.
Johnathan let go of my wrist and said, “Go.”
I snatched the robe off the floor hurried out, kicking the heels off in the foyer as I ran for the bedroom, locked the door behind me and booked a one way ticket for my hometown of Denver.
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