Bad things happen to frigid wives

I’m not a bad guy, really I’m not. Sometimes though, I
have bad thoughts. It was like…if I saw an
opportunity, if it just fell in my lap, then I couldn’t
pass it up. I still loved my wife then. Yes I know she
treated me like crap, humiliated me in front of our
friends, but I still loved her, I could not help it.

My name is John Pressman, I’m kind of an average guy.
Ok looking, not too dumb, a hard worker but not rich–
average. Somehow though I landed a beauty. Susan Miler
was almost a cliche. She was a blonde, blue eyed, big-
titted, tight-assed cheerleader, and the Home Coming
Queen. She looked a little like Jessica Simpson but she
was no bimbo.

Susan was one of the smartest girls in our school, and
still a virgin at 18. I guess she thought I was funny,
which got me a date, which got me a kiss. We were made
for each other and the sparks flew. One night we were
both drunk and she let me fuck her.

The next morning she freaked out. She had always
planned to save her virginity for the man she loved,
for marriage. I told her that I loved her, and I guess
she did not know what else to say, so she said, “I love
you too John”.

We dated for well over a year. I think she was looking
for an excuse to break up with me, but I never gave her
one.

Then it happened.

“John, I did not get my period. I took the test…I’m
pregnant. What the fuck am I going to do now, she
wailed in despair and started sobbing hysterically. We
were 19 years old, sophomores in college. I was not
100% sure, but I was raised to do the right thing.

I held her in my arms and said, “I love you very much,
I want to take care of you and our Baby. Susan will you
please marry me?”

She did not answer and kept right on crying. She looked
miserable.

“How could this happen, I can’t have a baby, I just
can’t.” But she was. Susan and I are both Catholic. So
no abortions, no divorce. She dragged her feet for
about a month, but finally we told our parents we were
pregnant and getting married. We had the ceremony right
away, before Susan was showing.

I loved fucking my new wife. She was very conservative,
but I did not care. For about three months I was very
happy.

Then it happened again.

Susan had a miscarriage. I tried to be understanding,
and considerate. But honestly I felt we had just dodged
a bullet and so did she. My sex life changed. Susan
almost never allowed me to touch her. When she did she
insisted that I wear a condom, even though she was on
the pill.

“We need both John, condoms break sometimes, and the
pill is only 98% effective. I’m not going through that
again. I will graduate from college, and have a
career.”

Every six weeks or so she let me have vanilla
missionary sex. Hop on, get the fuck off, don’t muss my
hair, missionary sex.

No oral, no anal, no doggie style I was not even
allowed to lick her pussy or suck on those fat tits. Oh
and she hated kissing me. That continued for almost 5
years. I loved her but… Puhleeeze.

I guess that is why when the opportunity to cheat came
along, I did not pass it up. For six months I fucked
the Asst Mgr where I worked. A cute little slut who
enjoyed hardcore anal. She let me tie her up, blindfold
her, talk to her like a whore–it was amazing. Beth
especially enjoyed r**e fantasies. Not this fagot role-
play stuff.

She was hardcore serious about it. She scratched and
clawed and fought back for real. You have not lived
until you’ve grabbed a sexy little slut and butt fucked
her while she’s kicking and screaming. She wanted me to
make it as realistic as possible. Usually I wore a ski
mask, and/or blindfolded her. I’d disguise my voice and
be as brutal as I could without really hurting her, I’d
push her to her limit.

Sometimes I’d tie her spread eagle and leave her there
for 2 days with a vibrator shoved, snug up her cunt.
I’d leave bread and water where she could reach it and
wait until she pissed herself. Then I’d come in and
fuck her in the piss puddle.

Sadly all good things come to an end.

“John I want to talk to you. A friend of mine saw you
out with some brown haired little tramp. She said you
were kissing her. Is it true, are you cheating on me?”

I was so stunned I could not think straight. I could
not look my wife in the eye, and I took too long to
answer.

My wife kicked me out of our bedroom and would barley
talk to me. Sex was of course over. She would not
listen to reason or apologies. She began telling our
friends that I was a lousy lover with a small dick. I
went a year without sex, I guess I felt guilty, and was
hoping there was some way to save our marriage.

Susan had graduated with honors and was hired by a
conservative law firm. Her starting salary was $72,000
a year. I was making $28,000 managing a Dept store. I
don’t think she respected me very much, and it became
clear she did not want or need me. I overheard her
talking on the phone one day.

“No I don’t be believe in divorce…yes he did cheat on
me… well I don’t know, I guess you’re right. Let me
think about it.” I was livid. My wife was considering
divorce, after she kept me waiting, walking on
eggshells and apologize for a YEAR! If she was going to
divorce me she should have done so a year ago.

Then it happened once again.

I found the pictures and the plan came together. A
friend asked to borrow my digital Camera. I noticed
there were pictures in memory. I downloaded them and
got the shock of my life. They were from our 2003 New
Year’s party. Susan and I had both gotten very drunk. I
have very little recollection of what happened, I
pretty much blacked out.

Susan must have also.

I vaguely remember saying she was pretty enough to be a
fashion model. I had always wanted private photos of my
beautiful wife, but she was too uptight and frigid for
that. God bless 4 bottles of champagne and a six-pack
of beer!

I was looking on my digital camera and could not
believe what I saw. Susan, my conservative, big titted
wife was naked. Posing for the camera with a big old
smile on her face. This was not playboy bullshit. It
was graphic XXX Hustler. There were pics of her spread
and pouting. Some were taken one handed while I tickled
her cunt. She liked showing off her trimmed little
pussy.

My favorite though was her on her hands and knees.
Susan was airtight. She had one beer bottle in her
pussy, one in her mouth and one in her ass.

Apparently when we ran out of memory, I had just shoved
the camera in the drawer and blacked out.

This was an opportunity. I had hardcore, naked pictures
of Susan. Sure most people would have just enjoyed
them, gotten a good laugh. But I’m not most people. I
wanted to use them.

Let’s review.

1. Susan is a frigid bitch who has never satisfied me
sexually.

2. She is conservative, religious and very private
about sex.

3. Susan would lose her job if these photos got out, or
at the very least hurt her precious career and be
publicly humiliated.

4. I still loved her, and lusted after her amazing,
luscious body.

5. I like r**e.

I realized these pictures gave me power–insurance. If
she was divorcing me anyway…I might as well get one
good long fuck from my wife before she goes.

It’s really pretty easy to r**e somebody if they happen
to live with you. I slipped two sleeping pills in her
wine at dinner. Then I went in the living room and
watched “My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancee.”

In about a half hour Susan announced that she was going
to bed. Now here is the best part. She almost always
takes two sleeping pills before going to sleep. She
would not be suspicious when she woke up groggy–she
always did.

The double dose + alcohol should ensure that Susan
would sleep through her… I don’t really know what to
call it. After all I am her husband. No prosecutor in
the world would try this as r**e. I waited for 20
minutes and then went in to fuck-r**e-make love to my
wife.

She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Susan was wearing
a pink flannel gown. You know the sexy kind that makes
you just wanna rip the fucker off and stick your cock
into her? Well that’s what I was going to do, that’s
just what I was going to do to my hot little frigid
wife. There was nothing she could do to stop me.

I set up the camcorder, and had the digital camera
nearby for later. I would always remember tonight. Then
I took my clothes off and crawled into bed with Susan.
I turned on all the lights, I wanted to see her
clearly. For the first fuck, I decided to pound Susan,
to be as cruel as I could–just to get it out of the
way. I did not even take her gown off, I just pulled it
up. Then I slid her granny-sears specials off and
spread her legs apart.

“If you had been a better wife I would have lubed you,
but you deserve it dry bitch,” I said as I began
forcing my cock into her pussy. It felt wonderful. One
thrust, two fuck, three slams and I was in. It felt so
good…until Susan woke up and started screaming.

“What the Fuck are you doing, JOHN! Get off of me,
you’re raping me?! That’s it, that’s the last straw,
you sick bastard.” My mind was spinning, how could she
be awake after taking 4 sleeping pills? Then I looked
at the nightstand. She had drunk less than half a glass
of the wine. (I later discovered that the d*****d wine
she did drink made her sleepy enough that she decided
she did not need her regular pills. So instead of
taking 4 pills she only took 1 with half of the alcohol
I intended.

I was stunned, I pulled out of my wife and got out of
bed. I nearly tripped over the camcorder. Then I
remembered the pictures–my insurance. There was a way
I could salvage this, a way I could WIN. I raced out of
the room with her screaming and cursing at me and got
the manila envelope that had her pictures.

I came back into the room and hopped back into bed with
my wife. I was still naked and gave her a long wet
kiss. She was sputtering and stammering as she tried to
back away.

“Susan I need a chance to explain. Please shut the fuck
up and look at these pictures.”

I just handed her the envelope. It was addressed to her
law firm. At first she was just looking at me with pure
loathing. Then her eyes dipped and she recognized the
address. Slowly, finally she focused on the pictures.
Susan’s eyes glazed over in shock as she looked at 23,
lewd and in some cases obscene pictures of herself.

“How, where did you get these…why is it addressed to
my firm?! They can’t be real, I would never do
something like this.” She knew she was in trouble, any
dreams she had of becoming a partner would be over. You
can’t recover from something like this. Especially if
you are a woman in an all boys club.

She was shaking, from anger yes, but also from fear.
Susan is a smart girl and was beginning to figure
things out.

“What are you going to do with these pictures John.
What do you want?”

“Susan let me assure you the pictures are real. It
should be quite easy to authenticate them. Frankly I’m
quite disgusted and outraged that my wife, you still
are my wife no matter what your plans are, could pose
this way. Beer bottles up your ASS? I plan to release
them to the local paper, your parents, church, friends,
and of course your law firm. I will post them on the
web so everyone can see what a filthy little whore you
really are. I believe it is my civic duty.” Susan was
seething, she is also a lawyer.

“This is Blackmail and Coercion, it is a crime–believe
me I will prosecute you for this. I’ll see you in
Jail.” I was ready for her.

“Susan I am not blackmailing you, I am not trying to
force you to do something. I’m not even going to tell
you what I want, IF I want anything. All I am saying
that the way I feel right now is that I will release
this truthful information about you. I wanted to warn
you, so it did not catch you by surprise that would be
unfair. If you choose on your own to try to convince me
not to do this…I’ll listen. As far as Coercion, you
know I would never threaten you with bodily harm, and
you have every opportunity to walk out that door if you
want. It’s all up to you.”

You could see Susan was trying to find a way out, a way
to trick me. She was smarter than I was and we both
knew it. Given time she might be able to get out of
this.

“Tell you what honey, why don’t you take some time to
think it over. I plan to send the pictures out
tomorrow. If you want to talk more come to my room
tonight. Oh and Susie, wear something nice,” I stood
up, tousled her hair, and left.

She made me wait for 45 minutes (She’d pay for that).
The last time I was at the Dr. I had asked for a free
sample of Viagra. I had been hoping for a special night
of reconciliation with my wife. It had been so long, I
wanted it to last forever, I wanted to make sure I
satisfied her, “Lousy lover my ass!” Turns out I had
not needed the sample, until now.

She was wearing a black silk negligee that I bought on
our honeymoon. It had a mesh pattern and you could see
her nipples peeking through.

“Have a seat baby, no right here in my lap, I want to
hold you for a little while. Let’s talk.”

I had never felt so clear headed, I was going to get
everything I wanted. This was better than a d*****d
manikin fuck. It was even better than a r**e. Susan was
going to agree to have sex with her husband. There was
no risk to me at all.

“John I did what you asked, I can’t let you send those
pictures out. What do I have to do to convince you not
to send them? My sexy little lawyer was so smart. But
tonight I was smarter.

“Susan I can’t think of anything that you can do, I
consider this my civic duty. I’ve missed you so much
baby, it’s been over a year. I want to make love to
you, I want it to be better than it ever was before. We
can talk about those nasty photos after we have made
love a few times.”

Susan had been trying to trick me into admitting to a
sex for pictures arrangement. Hell for al I know she
had the micro recorder she used for work on her(or IN
her) somewhere.

That had failed. We both knew what it would take (ok I
knew, she only thought she did. Heh.)

“Fine, I’ll do it. You can have me. I hope you’re
happy. You disgust me.”

The tears began to trickle down my wife’s face. Susan’s
hands were shaking and to be honest so were mine. I
planned to fuck my frigid little wife apart. I wanted
to fuck her sure, but I really wanted to r**e her. I
wanted to dominate the slut, and teach her a lesson. I
remember thinking, “Every man should feel this way at
least once in his life. Powerful, in complete control.
Secure in the knowledge that his cock will take the
woman he wants completely.”

I wrapped my arms around her tight and let her feel my
erection. Then I whispered in her ear, “Strip bitch, I
want to fuck you now.”

I felt myself getting hard. Susan was too slow, so I
decided to help her. I grabbed the flimsy material and
simply ripped it apart. She was wearing matching
panties…”RRRRIPP”

When those 36D were exposed and heaving I was in
heaven. I hoped the pinhole video cameras I had
secreted around the room were catching this! Every
fucking thing she denied me when we were married, I
would have. I looked down at poor, naked, crying Susan
and smiled.

They say the only thing an experienced prostitute won’t
do is kiss you on the mouth. It is too invasive, too
personal. I had always wanted the simple pleasure of
licking this pussy. To spread my wife open and play
with her, molest her until she screamed my name. But
Nooo! My prudish, frigid, snow queen of a wife could
never surrender herself to me like that. Well she would
tonight, by god she would.

I pushed her naked ass and sent her flying with a hard
shove onto the bed. Then I pounced on top of her and
f****d her legs open. It was cute to see her struggle,
to watch her sneer of revulsion as I began to kiss her.
I covered my wife, pinned her to the bed beneath me and
enjoyed a slow insistent kiss. I would not let her
catch her breath as I sucked her tongue. I did not time
it but It felt like about 20 minutes. The whole time my
rock hard cock was bouncing around outside her cuntal
gate, leaking precum, and asking permission to enter.

For the first few minutes she struggled. Her mouth and
brain had said yes, but her body could not help
screaming, “No!” I chuckled at that. It had been so
long since I had been allowed to kiss my wife the way I
wanted to.

“Tell me what you want to do next–oral, anal, or
vaginal.” Susan just groaned when she heard the choices
I was giving her.

“Please John, I’m begging you PLEASE do not do this,
don’t r**e me!”

I leaned in close and whispered, “I’m not raping you,
you said yes to this. Right, oral it is.”

I grabbed my wife’s hips and butt and lifted them off
the bed to my mouth. I could smell her from about a
foot away. She wasn’t wet but there was still a warm
pussy scent wafting up to greet me. I simply went
insane, I devoured her vagina. Attacking it with my
mouth and tongue and lips, and teeth. I nibbled and
sucked and tongued my wife. I had never tasted her cunt
before, her sweet red pussy had always been off limits.

For the first time she knew, she absolutely knew that I
was her master, that I could force her to cum–hard.
She always had this smug, condescending superior look
before, and I was some dirty sweaty thing who grunted
and thrust and clutched at her.

But not that night. That night my wife was a wild
little whore who was getting her fresh, clean pussy
sucked–and loving it.

“What are you doing, please no I can’t, I feel so
funny. What’s happening to me! Oh god, oh god, oh
goddy, god-god! Whu, huhff, pufff, KEEEP DOING THAT!”

So of course I stopped. It was too late. Susan wrapped
her legs tight and grabbed the back of my head. Then
she ground her pussy hard against my face and for about
20 seconds humped me until she came. She had a slick
slime trail oozing out of her now.

“Jesus Susan, what a cheap slut you are.

I had a smug look and a feeling of pride as I kissed my
way up Susan’s luscious body. I wanted her to taste her
own pussy juice. I looked her in the eye as I sucked on
her lower lip and slipped my tongue inside. She did not
realize what she was tasting at first, but when she did
she started thrashing her head from side to side and
beating on my chest. It was futile, it was amazing.

“OK we both know a whore like you needs cock. Take my
cock and suck me hard.”

Susan had never done that. She always said Oral sex was
too gross. She was shocked by the way I was talking to
her. I did not give a shit.

“John, please it’s bad enough that I am fucking you,
that you put your mouth on me down there, don’t make me
do this too. Please I need the pictures but this is
cruel. Please John, you loved me once. I’m your wife,”
she hissed.

I just laughed and presented my fat cock to her face.
Susan looked at me, her eyes pleading for mercy. Heh,
stupid little bitch.

“Suck it, you dirty slut!” I roared.

Susan meekly began to swallow my meat. She didn’t like
it but what choice did she have? If her boss, family
friends, co-workers, enemies got naked slutpics of her
life would be over. At first I was somewhat gentle…
but then something snapped. I grabbed the back of her
head and locked it in place, then I slowly f****d her
to swallow my entire cock. There is a point, when your
cock pops into a woman’s throat–that makes you feel
totally dominant. Her life was in my hands. She was on
her knees, crying, naked, her mouth full of my cock,
unable to breathe–perfect.

Susan lay there gasping and coughing, the way a good
little slut is prone to do. She finally accepted the
inescapable truth, and decided to jack me off while
licking and sucking the head of my cock.

Silly bitch. Homey don’t play that.

“No Susan, don’t use your hands. Just that sexy mouth
of yours. Nice and slow, suck it baby, make it good for
your man, suck me all the way down. Keep looking up at
me, I want to see my beautiful little slut’s eyes the
whole time I fuck your face. I own you, I own this wet,
tasty, mouth.” She was a natural, gulping and slurping,
licking and sucking me from the tip of my dick to the
back of my balls. I could have held out a little
longer, but I did not want to. I wanted to cum in my
wife’s mouth. Shit I had waited long enough.

“Very good, here is your reward. DRINK MY SPUNK SLUT!”
I bellowed as I grabbed her head and pulled her tight
against my belly. I was fucking frantically down her
throat as far and as fast, and as hard as I could. I
shot load after fresh, ropey load of cream into my
snobbish wife’s mouth. Her eyes snapped open in disgust
as she gulped my cum down. I made her clean me good.

Thanks to the Viagra I was still rock hard. I knew my
balls needed a few minutes to reload. I wanted to dump
a full deposit in her pussy. So I decided to r**e her
ass first–to allow time to recharge. I flipped Susan
on her stomach. She looked so sexy and submissive. It
just made me want to spank her.

I know it was wrong but I didn’t just want to give her
a few light smacks. I wanted to whip my wife, to hurt
her. I’m not proud of it, I know it is wrong to hit a
woman. I’m just being honest, you can’t fault me for
that. The more I looked at her sweet, round ass, the
more I wanted to spank it, to tear into her juicy butt.

I wanted to cup it, to maul her, to mark her as my
slut.

Let’s face it: How many times does a man get a chance
like this? How many times do you get to r**e your wife
legally, to treat the woman you love like a filthy
whore?

I just had to take full advantage.

At first I lightly smacked her ass, just warming her a
little, tuning her fine, anal instrument. Her cheeks
had a soft rosy bloom that seemed to glow naturally.
Slowly the smacks became harder, and more frequent.
Susan was begging me to stop.

“John, you’re hurting me–OWWW! That HURT. What are you
doing?! ” Susan asked in frustration as the tears
welled up in her eyes and in her voice. Then something
told me to stick a finger deep inside of her ass. She
was shaking wildly, trying to throw herself on the
floor. I spanked her with my left hand, and fingered
her with my right. Then I straddled her thighs to keep
her still.

“Are you going to be good? Are you gonna be my good
buttercup angel? You’ve been (SMACK) so bad. I’ve
waited (WHAP) and tried to be (POUND) patient. Are you
finally ready to be my good slut? You probably enjoy
this, go on tell daddy how much you like being spanked
(SMACK!!) and how sorry you are.”

Something snapped inside Susan, her brain just turned
off. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You’re killing me, do
you want to k**l me? Please master, I’ll be good, I’ll
be your good girl forever, ” She cried and the snot
dripped down her nose.

For the next few minutes I licked her tears slowly and
scooped fingerfuls of my wife’s snot and fed it to her.
I tasted it first to show her how good it was.

“Lick it all up Susan, suck it down baby. Your snot
tastes sweet little one, salty and sweet. Eat IT!” I
said as she shyly sucked my fingers clean.

Then I began kissing Susan again. “I love you baby, I
want you to enjoy this. I don’t really want to hurt
you. I just have to teach you some respect before I can
make gentle love the way we both want. I’m sorry baby
this is going to hurt me more than it does you. I have
to take your ass now. Be my good girl and relax, don’t
you dare fight me. ”

There is something special, almost sacred about raping
a virgin ass.

She was so scared, so humble. Her voice had a helpless,
respectful quality that I loved.

“John my god you can’t please, my god please don’t do
this. I love you, I still love you. Don’t hurt me this
way, don’t treat me like a filthy whore. This will
destroy ME! AW God you’re gonna do it aren’t you, you
hate me that much? Alright then, but don’t hurt me, if
you have to do it be gentle–please John I’m so
scared.”

Susan was shaking, trembling and heaving beneath me.

I grabbed her ass in both hands and ripped her cheeks
apart. Then I stuck my index and middle fingers right
up her ass. I wanted it to hurt a little, I tried to
make her shriek.

I succeeded.

“So tight baby, I love your ass, so warm and tight. Can
you feel me? I’m almost ready to rip you open. You
think, uh, this hurts? This is nothing slut. You made
me wait so long for this beautiful ass. It looks so
good. You enjoyed teasing me didn’t you whore. Mmmm I
bet your ass smells nice too. Let me see baby… oh
Susan, oh Susan you ass smells so sweet little one. I
bet you taste good too. I need to lube you up anyway.
Let daddy have a taste of you. Do you want me to lick
you baby? If you don’t want it dry, you better beg me
like the dirty slut we both know you are. What’s it
gonna be, wet or dry?” I bellowed at the pathetic woman
beneath me.

“That’s so nasty, you want to smell me? Lick me? John
you can’t be serious…oh my god you are. I can’t take
it dry, you’ll rip me. Do you understand, you’ll tear
me open if you do that. Please John, please use
something, lotion, hand cream–something. No? Sigh ok.
OK you win. John will you please lick my ass? Please
don’t hurt me daddy. Please lick my butt,” my proud
wife said in between sobs and gasps of utter shame and
despair.

Have you ever had a perfect moment? You know the kind
where it gets quiet and time seems to slow down? The
kind that you will remember for the rest of your life,
that you want to recall in your most private moments?
Well that was mine.

I know something had snapped inside of me, I know that.
It scared me a little, cuz I didn’t know how far I was
willing to go. I didn’t know how I was going to stop
myself from doing something really bad to my wife.

As I lowered my mouth to her ass I decided to just
enjoy the moment. I was so gentle with Susan, so
grateful for the gift she was giving me. Yes I would
want a salty r**e in a few minutes, but first I wanted
to make her happy by tenderly lubing, licking and
caressing her ass. I made sure there was plenty of spit
and slobber for her comfort.

“It’s time baby, I love you so much. Are you ready? I
won’t lie to you this is going to hurt. You can try
relaxing if you want…but it’s still going to hurt you
pretty bad. If it makes you feel any better, I want you
to know that you are making your husband very happy
tonight. Just think how good you will feel when I give
you back all of those pictures. I will baby, I promise
to god I will give them all back if you’re a good wife.
Please your man Susan, just focus on me.”

I slowly slid my cock into my wife’s well-lubed,
thoroughly fingered asshole. The deeper I went the
warmer she was. I remember thinking a mantra of, “I got
you, I got you now, I got your ass now! Who is in
charge now?!”

Susan was sweating like a slut in heat. I grabbed a
hunk of her hair and began to fuck her with short
brutal thrusts. I wanted to make her scream, I wanted
to rip that from her throat. But she never did. She
just panted and gasped, groaned and cried, sobbed and
whimpered like a broken thing.

I can’t be sure but I think I enjoyed that even more.

“Oh god, help me. Please, please don’t, uh, don’t puff
do this. Stop it, stop it, oh god stop it, ” she moaned
sexily to me.

I felt my cum begin to cook and boil and bubble up
inside. I thrust myself into her harder, faster, and
savagely pulled back on her hair with one hand. I
reached around and squeezed her right breast hard with
my other. Then I grabbed her hips like handles and
slammed her back to meet my frenzied bangings.

“I OWN YOU, I OWN THIS ASS, IT’S MINEMINEMINE. Take my
cock, take my fat dick up, up, way up your ass. No!!
Not yet, I can’t cum yet” I said as I pulled my cock
out with a wet plop.

I was so scared I would cum,, I wanted to…but I
needed a full load for her cunt. I wanted her nice and
spermy. I had to cool down. The way I felt right then,
I’d spew my cream within 10 seconds of entering her. I
wanted to make it last. I knew what I needed. More
pics.

I cuddled with her, clutching her tits, licking her ear
and kissing her neck.

“Susan you’re doing very well. So good little baby. Now
I have to ask you to do something very difficult. I
want to take some private pics of you. I want to pose
you, to spread you wide and film you. Every nook, every
cranny, every inch of your flesh belongs to me, and I
want it on film. Forever.”

“John are you crazy, are you fucking insane?! I can’t
do that. You can’t ask me to give you MORE pics. Why do
you think I let you r**e me–so I could get those
pictures back, not give you even more.”

“Susan it is up to you, you know I would never force
you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. I was
just thinking if I had private love pics of you then
your other pics would not seem so disgusting. I mean,
it would be hypocritical of me to expose one set of
naked pics, and enjoy another one. But I want to meet
you half way. If you really insist, we can delete the
second set when we are done. I really just want to pose
you, to order you around while I film you. I’ll have
the experience forever in my mind.”

Susan could not believe that she was doing this, but
she really had no choice. By comparison it seemed
minor. After I beat and raped her ass, posing for pics
that I would delete, did not seem too bad.

But it sure was fun. Being able to order Susan, to
command her to expose her self to me was intoxicating.

“Susan spread your legs, pout for me, open your ass,
put my hand in your pussy, suck your tits…good, hold
still, good girl. Get on all fours, bark like a dog,
now roll over. Put all four paws in the air. Don’t get
pissed, sheesh! I was just kidding.”

I was hard again, I was ready to take what belonged to
me. To complete my domination of Susan–to claim my
wife.

“Baby you know what comes next. I’ve eaten your pussy,
fucked your mouth, spanked your ass, and ripped your
butt. It’s time baby, I want that pussy, that sweet,
wet pussy is mine, and I will have it. No condoms, and
I’m going to cum inside of you, I’m gonna flood your
cunt with my sticky spunk-sperm.”

Susan’s eyes got wide, she was terrified. This was the
thing she feared most. That one mistake when she was
nineteen had ruined her life. We both know she never
would have married me if she had not gotten pregnant.

Susan was a devout Catholic, but she was glad when our
baby died. All her dreams, her plans for the future had
almost been ruined. College, law school, high powered
career–all that had almost disappeared. But somehow
she dodged the bullet, she got a second chance. It was
even worse now because she was so close to getting
everything she wanted. It wasn’t just a far away dream
anymore it was imminent.

Even during the best of times my wife rarely had sex
with me. She was on the pill AND I had to wear a condom
with spermicide.

After I cheated on her sex was gone from our lives, it
was the perfect excuse for a woman who never loved me.

“John you’ve done some horrible, hateful, vile and
disgusting things to me tonight. I won’t ever forgive
you. I can’t. But John you know I can’t have
unprotected sex, you know it. I, I stopped taking the
pill. We weren’t having sex… so I figured why
bother.”

I bent down and kissed her mouth. At first she was
unresponsive but then she decided to be nice to me. I
pinned my wife and played with her nipples as I slowly
sucked her tongue.

“Get me hard baby, get me hard the way you want me.
Play with it. I want you to know that I’m going to fuck
you Susan, I hope to god I make you pregnant. I want
this belly fat and full with my c***d. I want these
tits to swell with sweet milk, so I can drink from you
any time I’m thirsty.”

I kept looking her in the eye while I lined my cock up
to fuck her cunt. She was whispering, “No,” and shaking
her head when I entered her. Her pussy did not want to
let me in. I had to fight for every inch. Finally her
warm vagina snapped snug around me and I just rested in
my wife. I kissed her tenderly and fondled her breasts
for a long time. I then started a tentative fucking
motion, and began to play with her clit.

“You are going to cum for me, cum all over my cock
Susan. Cum for me while I make my son inside of you.”

Susan’s pussy was slow to respond. At first I could
feel nothing. Slowly I realized she was juicing up, a
silky, slippery wetness greeted me. Then it happened,
her pussy began to contract around me. I kept sucking
her tits and rubbing her clit.

“OH?! Oh god, oh…” she exclaimed as she began to cum
for her husband.

That was the final straw.

“Susan I’m cumming too. I’m cumming inside of you…
feeelsooogood, so fucking good!! ARRRGH!”

Susan looked as if she had been struck hard in the gut.
I made her stay in bed with her legs in the air for 10
minutes. Then I kissed her goodnight and told her
thanks.

EPILOGUE

This all happened a little over seven months ago. I did
give Susan the 1st set of pics back, and deleted the
second set in front of her. What she didn’t know is
that I later retrieved them from my wastebasket.

Heh.

Of course Susan wanted an immediate divorce. I did not
fight it. You should have seen the look on her face
when the judge ordered her to pay ME alimony for one
year. After all she was making almost 3 times what I
was. I also got half of her 401K, ESPP and IRAs when
they matured. I saved money sure, but Susan was a penny
pincher, 60% of her check went in the bank. We had over
$50,000 in our account plus the house. I got half.

Heh-Heh.

I ran into Susan yesterday, I guess that’s what got me
to thinking about all of this, and made me write it
down. I was sitting at Applebee’s when I saw her walk
in. I got up and joined her at her table.

“Hey Susan, how’re you doing, you look nice and sexy.”

She flashed me a cold cutting look that I had seen a
thousand times before.

“Now don’t be mad just because I paid you a compliment,
I don’t want to fight. Susan we were together for seven
years, we will always be in each other’s lives in one
way or another. I know you are still a little miffed at
me, but one day you will realize it was all for the
best. Every cloud has a silver lining. Do you mind?” I
asked her.

Susan rolled her eyes and said, “I can’t very well stop
you.”

I reached down and put my hands on her sweet belly,
that was fat and full with my c***d.

I could not help looking at those breasts, full of the
milk that I had made. I had the pictures, I had the
video. I had heard she was up for Partner at her firm.
I was so proud of her, she was the youngest person they
had ever considered. Susan had made them millions of
dollars. Of course it was still a long shot. There were
plenty of older, stable people ahead of her. Getting
pregnant had not helped. Any hint of a scandal would
sink her.

Heh-heh-heh.

She could not allow the second set of slutpics to get
out. We would make another deal. Soon I would eat her,
milk her. She was mine, for as long as I wanted her.
Soon I would claim my little girl.

Again.

End

Author’s Note

I realized last week that Valentine’s Day was coming
up. I have done a Thanksgiving story, and a Christmas
series. Goofy romantic that I am, I wanted to try and
write a tender love story for Valentine’s Day. I hope
you enjoyed it.

(Sigh..) I better mention this or I will get a ton of
mail. I want to apologize for having John try to d**g
his wife. That was wrong and very dangerous. You should
never mix alcohol with drugs. I’m sorry.

Oh shit I just realize that I also had a teenager
having unprotected sex too! Oh god and they were
drinking. I don’t know what is wrong with me.

I made a couple of references to R**e. I want every one
to know I am not serious. We all know, no means no.
Even when she says yes under duress.

Finally a Reader of a previous story shared that it was
bad to have anal sex, before having pussy sex. It is
unhealthy. I can’t lie, I knew that…I just did not
care.

Um you know why, right? “C’mon say it, SAY IT!”

“It’s just a fucking story!!”

You’ve made me very happy.

There now I can rest easy.

Happy Valentine’s Day,