The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.
Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.
One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.
“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.
“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”
“Why didn’t you come in? We could have had sex!”
“Eh,” he said, tossing his tie on the bed, putting his shoes and clothes away.
She sighed heavily. He knew what that sigh meant.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I need more, Mark. We can’t have sex just one a month. I need more. I need new. I need to be excited. To feel a little risk. Anything. Is there ANYTHING you want to do? I mean, I’ll suck your cock in a movie theatre.”
“What? That seems unsanitary. And distracting …”
“Jesus Christ, Mark.”
“I’m kidding, kidding. But seriously. I don’t … I don’t really care about sex. I don’t. This isn’t new, though. You knew this. Did you think I’d change?”
“I hoped …”
“Well, look. You know how I love going to Ted’s Diner for their burgers? But you hate that place, so I go with my friends once a week?”
“Yeah?”
“And you know how you love those horror movies, but I hate them, so you see them with that guy from your office?”
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t we just treat sex the same way? You like sex. You want to do all of these spicy, wild things. Go do them with someone else. I won’t be hurt. I’ll understand. It’s not a betrayal. We still love each other. We still have our life. You just get your needs met by someone else.”
“Feels like cheating.”
“Maybe at first,” Mark said. “But after some time, it’ll just be one of those things that you do with someone else, just like the horror movies or burgers.”
“And … would you want updates? Or details or anything?”
“Not necessarily. Unless it’s something especially worth sharing, I guess? I don’t really know. I do know there’s a woman at my office who is in an open marriage. She uses something called Tinder?”
“The dating app, yeah.”
“Yeah. So, go on Tinder.”
“I’d have to be really discreet. Would this be something you’d wanna help me with?”
At that, Mark perked up. A fun task. A challenge. He loved these sorts of activities. Together, they could craft a perfect, discreet Tinder page to help his wife get some on the side. He jumped into the bed with her. They grabbed their phones and got to work, downloading Tinder, sharing profiles they found, learning from different bios, etc.
By the end of the evening, they had crafted a page for Stephanie, showing a few cropped photos of her legs, her butt in a bikini, and her tits, squeezed together. Her bio explained that she was happily married to a man who was asexual. And she was a woman with needs. She expected discretion and face photos could be sent after they established a connection.
She began swiping right. And she began getting matches. Some were vile. Secretly, they turned her on, but Mark seemed disgusted by the outright crassness of some messages. They sat, bonding on the sofa over the messages she received. They would laugh and scroll through profile pics and read bios.
After an hour or two, they put their phones down and went to bed. In the morning, Stephanie woke up to find that she had dozens upon dozens of matches. Intrigued, she began going through the posts. Her cunt tingled when she read the vile messages. Mark wanted her to be taken care of — treated with decency and respect, but the truth was, she got all that from him.
Stephanie wanted to be treated like a piece of meat, roughed up, slapped around, dehumanized maybe even …
One man’s message was particularly vile. It read,
“Hey. I saw your bio. From the photos, I like what I see. If you’re looking to get the shit fucked out of you, I’m your guy. Hung. 9″, cut. I cum buckets, too, so if you want me to nut on your slutty little face, I’d be happy to do so. I don’t ask questions. I go full speed ahead. I’ll fuck your ass without permission. I’ll fuck your face without permission. I’ll press your head down on my cock until you gag and choke and your eyes water and you tap my thigh for that sweet relief. 555-555-1155. -Eric”
The thrill of being abused turned Stephanie on so much that she wrote Eric a quick note.
“Yes, please.”
She then immediately followed up with a text message of her breasts with the caption: “Stephanie. From Tinder.”
“Hey,” he texted back. A photo of his cock appeared. Eric already had tons of face and body pics in his profile. He was cute.
Stephanie took a deep breath. She was nervous. And then, she sent a photo of her face.
“Me,” she said.
“Cute,” he wrote back. “I’d wreck your face. Mascara running down your cheeks. Cum all over you.”
“Yes, please,” she wrote a second time. “Full name?”
“Eric Kendrick,” he wrote back.
Mark had already packed his bags and headed out. He was going out of town on a work trip for a few days. She did a quick Google search and discovered that he was a lawyer at a firm downtown. A firm she recognized from local advertisements. Deciding he was legit, she—trembling with nervous energy—texted her address.
“When should I come over?” He asked.
“I’m home all weekend. Husband is gone. Away for business trip. Come wreck me.”
“On my way,” he said.
Her eyes popped. She dropped her phone and rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready. She slathered on the cheapest mascara she could find. She put her hair in pig tails—to look a little younger, a little sluttier. She put on some lingerie—the cheap stuff that could get destroyed with bodily fluids and rough sex—and checked her phone. He was a few minutes away.
And then, a knock at the door. She tiptoed to the door and peaked through the peep hole. It was Eric. She opened the door and smiled and he came inside.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hello,” she said nervously. “I should tell you, I’ve never –”
Eric held up his hand.
“I don’t care,” he said, undressing.
Suddenly, she was flooded with nerves. Was this a mistake? Was he going to hurt her? Kill her? The mix of anxiety and excitement flooded her cunt. Within seconds, he was nude, his nine inch cock standing at full attention.
“What are you waiting for?” He asked.
She dropped to her knees.
“No, no. Against the sofa,” he said.
She stood and walked to the sofa. He slapped her ass. Hard. She gasped and sat down against the sofa. Eric stood on the sofa, his cock dangling in her face.
“Say ahhhh,” he said.
She opened her mouth wide.
“Ahhhh.”
“Good girl,” Eric said, slipping his cock into her throat. She squirmed a little. It had been a while since she’d deep throated a cock. Especially one as big as Eric’s. Her husband was a little less than average, which meant the two or three times a year he willingly accepted a blowjob, she was not particularly challenged.
She gagged and coughed as he slid himself in and out of her mouth. Her eyes watered instantly. Black streaks ran down her cheeks, which he immediately rubbed into her face, making her a complete mess. Her nose ran. He rubbed that into her face as well.
“Take it,” he grunted.
She moaned as saliva ran out of her mouth and onto her perky breasts. He pumped away, not too violently. Not too aggressively. Just enough to make her wetter then she already was. She guided her hand in between her legs and began to masturbate.
“Mmm,” she moaned as his cock filled her throat.
He pulled his dick from her mouth and draped it across her face.
“Good girl,” he said. “What a pretty slut.”
He pulled his saliva coated cock away and eyed her.
“Take off your clothes.”
She stood and undressed. He squeezed her breasts, slapped them. She perked up when he whacked her breast. And then he whacked the second one. And she moaned louder. He pushed her onto the sofa, spread her legs and began to finger her. Aggressively. Harder. Harder. Her cunt was dripping at this point. She could barely contain herself. He removed his grool covered fingers from her cunt and shoved them into her mouth, making her suck and lick his fingers clean.
“You like it? The way you taste?”
She nodded.
With no warning, he jammed his cock—all nine inches—into her. She screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. She’d never been fucked with something that big.
“Ow, ow, ow,” she groaned as he pressed into her, his pelvis touching hers.
He jammed his fingers into her mouth and fucked her throat with them. She writhed as her eyes watered again. He fish hooked her cheek and began to fuck, relentlessly, as she moaned and howled with delight. He took her right hand and pressed it firmly onto her clit.
“Masturbate while I fuck your cunt.”
She did as instructed.
She brought herself to orgasm. And then she gave herself a second one. And then he yanked his cock from her, dropped to his knees and ate her out, sucking her lips, sucking her clit until everything was swollen and red and she was trembling and dripping and moaning.
He hoisted her up and swung her around, dropping her roughly onto the sofa on her hands and needs. He pushed her ass so she inched closer to the arm of the sofa.
“Good girl,” he said as he crawled behind her. He spat on her asshole and slipped a finger in. She bit down onto a pillow, which he promptly removed and threw across the room. He fingered her ass. She moaned louder and louder. And then he put his cock in her pussy and moved his finger in her asshole at the same time. In and out. In and out.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” He asked.
“Fuck me.”
He whacked her ass. Hard. Her left cheek turned red instantly. And then he whacked it again. And again. And again. Her ass was red. She was trembling. Moaning. Her eyes watered heavier.
“Harder,” she screamed.
He whacked her ass over and over. Faster and faster. It was bruising right before his very eyes. He fucked her pussy, fingered her ass and whacked her left butt cheek until it was almost purple.
Crying from a mixture of pain and pleasure, she collapsed into the sofa, moaning as she came again.
Eric pulled himself from her cunt and shoved his cock into her asshole without any warning. She shrieked in pain.
“Shut up,” he whispered quietly. “Relax your body.”
She did so and he proceeded to fuck her ass. Slowly until she got used to the feeling of a thick nine inch penis being jammed in and out.
He pulled his cock from her asshole and stepped over her. He grabbed her head and tilted it slightly and ejaculated all over the left side of her face. Cum oozed out, thick and heavy and hard, splattering her cheek and forehead and running deep into her hair. She moaned as he grunted and came. A few more ropes of cum shot across her face before he was completely empty. He sighed and stepped back.
“Stay like that,” he whispered quietly as he stepped back and observed his masterpiece. Her anus had yet to fully close. It was pink and gaping. Her left butt cheek was purple and bruised. Her cunt was soaking wet. Her inner thighs dripped with her own juices. Her face was a complete mess, smeared mascara. Sperm. Sweat. He looked at her and smiled proudly.
And then he dressed quickly and left without so much as a goodbye. Stephanie remained in that position, hunched over the arm of her sofa until she heard the door closed. And then she stood slowly, trembling, gasping for breath. And she laughed and went upstairs and looked at herself in the mirror.
She grabbed her cell phone and took a full body selfie. Maybe she’d show Mark. Maybe she wouldn’t.
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