My Catholic ex-wife and I reconnect over the summer Part 3 [MF], [Anal], [Rough Anal], [Angry Sex]

Writing a series of short stories about all the gonewild weekends my ex-wife and I shared from May until Nov 2021.

**[Angry Anal on the new Spanking Bench]**

This story starts immediately after [the spanking session](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/rexu53/my_catholic_exwife_and_i_reconnect_over_the/) but not required to read.

It was late afternoon and my freshly showered ex-wife was lounging around on the couch in my bathrobe naked. I made us an early dinner as we watched a movie while giving her thoroughly spanked ass the rest it needed. She was fidgeting, giving me “the look”, overall in a playful mood after the oxytocin rush was settled in from earlier. Constantly poking me in an annoying and poke-the-bear kind of way. I sensed she was horny but the uncharacteristic bratty behavior was not normal.

When that wasn’t getting the reaction out of me that she wanted, she started in with the lip and backtalk. I figured she was acting the part of her “brat” roleplay. I gave her a masochistic order that I knew would bait her into lashing out. Boy did she ever.

She swore, dramatically threw her legs off me and stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door on her way out. Things were starting to become fun knowing this was a rare moment for her. This was a roleplay where she wanted to play things rough. I took a minute to compose myself and stormed into the bedroom in an attempt to play to her impertinent behavior. With a bit of force, I playfully grabbed her arm to start a tug-of-war game we were both familiar with. She took the bait and struggled back with a mischievous smile across her face that I caught on.

We wrestled, pinned the other down, forced our tongues down the others throats. It was rough housing on a massive level, brimming with sexual-energy. I managed to pin her to the bed and muscled my pants down to shove my cock in her face. She swallowed it immediately while sputtering obscenities at my direction. Snapping back at me in between attempts to perform her ex-wifely duties. It was a sight, let me tell you.

She alternated between giving me an angry spit infused hand-job to turning on her sucking power to eleven. Everything she was doing was rough and just out of pleasurable reach for my tastes. It didn’t matter as all of this was fun and something different from our norm.

Several minutes later, I roughly pulled her up and back to her feet. I grabbed hold of her arm, leading her back to the spare room with the spanking bench. I ordered her to plug up and she remained still while starring daggers at me through mock hatred.

Scowling, I pointing my finger over to the dresser with the sex toys, matching her glare and eventually winning the stare-down. She marched over to the medium plug and lubed it up with thigh lips and a clenched jaw. Turning around to face me, I watched her roughly shove the plug into her ass all while keeping her eyes locked onto mine.

“You don’t have the balls to fuck me there yourself…” her bratty tone officially setting the bar for the rest of the evening.

Let me take you back a step so you understand the mindset at this exact moment.

We each have standing rules that the other doesn’t question. Her standing rule regarding rough sex is; if she initiated it or started it, it is absolutely open season to go all out. (yes, we have a safe-word, relax). I fully admit to having a slightly sadistic side that revels in the pleasure of placing my ex-wife in situations of her own doing. Chelsea on the other hand, revels in the thought of being put into these mind-game situations where she doesn’t know how far it will go. The “Not Knowing, but knowing she is going to enjoy it” is just as welcomed as the sex itself.

With this bit of knowledge, you can now understand that when I ordered her onto the Spanking Bench (see visual ref below), she was taunting me with insults like, “*ohh yeah, think you can just fuck my ass? Think you can make me cum when I’m your helpless bitch? Bring it big guy. I bet you can’t take advantage of your helpless ex-wife you coward. I dare you you sonava bitch! Fuck my ass you fucker. Take my ass with your cock.*”

Knowing full well most of this bluster was for show, my ex-wife knew how to push my buttons. I gritted my teeth while restraining her arms, legs and torse in place. Putting that extra bit of effort to dramatically tighten each strap so there was little give for her move around. She cursed and taunted me the whole time. I knew most of this was play but sadly, it was working. I gave her some hard swats on her already sore ass to shut her up.

She continued the insults even after I shoved my cock down her throat and face fucked her for the second time that day. My dick was only out of her mouth long enough for her to spout off another insult or two before I shoved it back in.

This went on for several minutes until I was nice and hard. She sputtered and gasped. Spital running down her mouth in sinewy strings. Still seeing red, I stomp around to her helplessly exposed backside and unceremoniously pulled the plug out of her ass. I roughly applied lube to her tabooest of entrances and positioned myself behind her amble rear. She was still spouting off insults until I slid my cock into her ass in one go. Her her words turned to yelps and insults to my manhood.

I swatted her fat ass and felt her trying to struggle free from the restraints. Still pissed, I started angry fucking my ex-wife’s ass without much of a warmup. Her vocal protests were half pain and half enjoying being taken like this. Thrusting my cock in and out of her perfectly positioned asshole felt amazing. Still tight and silky smooth after all these years of anal reaming. She took it the pounding like the bitch she currently was and I was seething with sexual anger.

The moment was too perfect for me not to unleash all my frustrations out on her helpless form. My sadistic side said “fuck it!” It could fully take over for a while as I was done holding back all the things I wanted to say and do to her.

At this moment, Chelsea was going through similar head games. Unable to move, not knowing what I was about to do to her, the fact I was being uncharacteristically rough with her. She was freaking out yet excited beyond describable words. This was absolutely a bucket list fantasy of hers even if she never knew she wanted it. Experiencing what was happening to her at that exact moment was sending her to sensory overload. She recalls that the roughness of it all was causing her to orgasm after orgasm. The mental part it was too insanely hot for her to hold back.

I was jack-hammering my cock into her ass that the metal bench was actually creaking. It held thankfully. I changed tactics and forcefully spread her ass cheeks apart with the palms of my hand. Able to get just a little deeper, I penetrated her as hard as my rhythm would allow. She was taking every inch of me and groaning out deep full lungful’s of air.

I remember the exact moment she verbally went silent and body went rigid. I was almost there myself when she went into uncontrolled spasms. Convulsing involuntarily, the restraints kept her in place because she was pulling on them with literally everything she had. Her orgasm shot through her and her guttural scream came in waves. Some were short deep sounds while others sounded long and drawn out groans of pleasure.

I gave myself a moment to recover from the dizzy spell. She was breathing hard and moaning occasionally from her spinning head and wave of euphoric dopamine bliss. Still working out my anger, I grabbed her favorite anal dildo from the dresser and applied the lube. I slow fucked her sore asshole with long deep thrusts as she verbally protested. I knew this was uncomfortable after the rough fuck she just had. I didn’t care. Her body was relaxing, objections turning to whimpers of pleasure with the push motions. Moan of lust when I fully pulled out only to repeat the cycle.

I force fucked her nice and slow in her painfully sore asshole. A twist on our normal way we do anal and she wailed out how much she loved it. For 20 long and agonizing minutes I reapplied lube and buried the dildo into her helpless rear. Soothing moans turned to waves of passion as another anal orgasm pours out of her. She has another 3 by the time she begs me to stop and she physically couldn’t take anymore but smiling through heavy lidded eyes.

Aftermath:

She absolutely and wholeheartedly loved every minute of what we did. Her ass was painfully sore from both the epic spanking and rough anal fucking and dildoing. During the following few days, it was all she talked about. Consumed by how epic the day had actually been and how perfect the bench was. I gleefully teased that there was more where that came from when she wanted it.

That summer weekend afternoon was one of our best sex days we’d ever had. And it while we were divorced. Both of us couldn’t wait to do it again in the future.

Fun side note: Her ass was completely destroyed from that afternoon. Puffy ring, sore asshole, cheeks marked from the paddling… she couldn’t sit comfortably for a week. She complained she couldn’t masturbate and it was driving her insane. I teased her relentlessly and loving the thought of doing it all over again. She completely agreed a repeat session was in order.

Chelsea and I would attempt to top ourselves again and again all summer and into fall. Nearly succeeding several times. Only to actually do just that this past Thanksgiving holiday weekend (Our next post)

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