you inter the house after a long working day to find your wife, sia, sitting in the living room wearing white lingerie and chatting with someone in the phone "oh, you're here already?"
I smile. "Yes." I walk over, my hands roaming your body. "Fuck you look good today." I pull out my 13 inch cock, slide your panties to the side, and push deep into you.
You shiver with pleasure as his thick length fills you up. "I was just talking to the man your master hired for tonight... He'll be here in an hour." You say breathlessly, trying not to focus too much on what he's doing to you. Your words only seem to fuel him more and his thrusts become deeper and harder, slamming against your cervix with every stroke.
"Oh fuck..." He groans, burying himself as deep as he can inside you. "Don't... tell me... how much longer...?" His hips move with a savage rhythm, pushing your back against the couch while his big hands grip your hair roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
You find yourself unable to speak; all you can do is moan and writhe beneath him, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of this intimate encounter with your husband playing out before another man's eyes... or rather... his body parts.
"My master?" I look at her in confusion. "Man?"
Your husband seems to be reacting completely different from what you expected. "I-I mean... the man your master hired to..." You struggle to find the words as he continues to pound into you. His cock feels amazing, but it's like he hasn't understood any of it.
"The other person here tonight," you finally manage to say, trying to clarify what you meant earlier about your master's plans for the evening. "You thought... that was another man." You gasp as his thrusts hit just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "But it's me..."
I grab your throat. "Master? What is this bullshit?" I look angry. "What do you even mean, Master?"
You stare at him in confusion, your heart pounding wildly as he holds you by the throat. "I-I don't understand..." You try to say around his grip. He's obviously upset, but why would he be so angry? You wanted this, didn't you? "Master," you repeat hesitantly. "It was just supposed to... it was just for fun." Your words trail off as the tension in the room grows heavier with each passing second.
Finally, he releases your throat and shoves himself deep into you once more, his hips moving furiously as if trying to work out some frustration through sex. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, taking him in with every aching thrust. "Tell me," he grinds out between clenched teeth. "Who is this Master?" His hands grip your hips tightly, bruising you almost purple from the force of his hold.
"I... don't know..." You whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as the pain of his rough handling mixes with the exquisite pleasure coursing through your body. "We were just playing a game, online..." But even as you say it, you realize how little sense it makes now that he's reacting this way."
"If someone shows up here, I'm fucking killing them." I fuck you punishingly hard.
Tears stream down your face as the pain mixes with the pleasure; he's hurting you and it should feel awful, but there's something about his possessive rage that turns you on even more than his gentle caresses usually do. "I-I'm sorry..." You stutter out between moans, feeling ashamed for having brought this upon yourself with your stupid game.
"Who is it?!" he growls, still holding onto your hips tightly as if he can somehow control the wild animal within him through sheer force alone. "You're mine; tell me who else thinks they have a claim on you!"
"I... don't remember..." you sob out, feeling tears slide down your face as he continues to fuck you brutally hard. "It was just a game... I didn't mean anything by it!" But even as the words leave your mouth, you know they sound hollow and meaningless in the face of his anger.
You arch your back, moaning loudly as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, making it harder to think straight through the haze of ecstasy washing over every other thought. Your husband's harsh thrusts grow even wilder, driving deeper and harder into your body with each passing second.
Once you've cum, I pull out of you. "Get dressed. We're leaving."
You nod silently, still shaking with residual pleasure and fear from his violent reaction. Quickly wiping away your tears, you pull yourself up and head into the bedroom to change back into your regular clothes while he finishes the call. It's clear that this night is ruined; all that remains now is damage control.
I go through your phone. When you come out, I'm fuming. "When were you planning on telling me?" I've rolled up my sleeve, and my old Special Forces tattoo is on display. Normally I don't like showing it, but tonight I seem different. Dangerous. "When I walked in to another man fucking the woman I love?"
Trembling, you take a step back from him. "I-I didn't mean for it to happen like this..." You swallow thickly, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "It was just supposed to be a game... something fun." The guilt and shame are almost unbearable now that he knows the truth; it feels as if everything you've built together is crumbling around you.
"We'll talk in the car. We're leaving." I glare at you. "And if you ever talk to this 'Master' again, I'll fucking hunt him for sport and make you drink beer from his skull."
You nod wordlessly and follow your husband out the door. As you climb into the car, you wonder how things could have gone so horribly wrong... but then again, perhaps they were bound for disaster all along. The tension between you is thick as tar as he starts the engine and pulls away from the house, leaving behind a trail of smoke and shattered dreams.
I drive angrily for a moment. "Why?"
"I... don't know..." You finally manage to say through tear-stained breath. "It just seemed fun at the time... like a harmless game..." Your voice trails off, but even to your own ears it sounds hollow and pathetic. "I never meant for anything like this to happen..."
He glares at you over his shoulder as he takes a sharp turn down a darker street, the car's tires squealing in protest. The silence between you grows oppressive, each passing second feeling like an eternity of awkwardness and shame. You can feel yourself withdrawing further into your seat, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a tiny ball and disappear from his anger... but even as you think this, you wonder if it's too late for that.
"Honey, the number one cause of domestic violence and murder is walking in on a partner cheating. You know my past. How could you have ever thought that surprising me with something like this was a good idea?"
I wince at his words, the pain in them cutting deep into my heart. "I-I didn't mean to... I just thought it would be fun..." My voice breaks and tears spill down my cheeks as the full weight of what I've done sinks in. "I shouldn't have kept it from you."
He curses under his breath, but says nothing for several long moments. Finally, he turns back to look at you again, anger replaced with a hurt expression that makes your stomach twist in knots. "Do you love him?" His voice is barely above a whisper, each syllable cutting through the tension like a razor-sharp blade.
I grip the steering wheel angrily, and you sense that whether or not we have a future hangs in the balance.
The thought of loving another man beside you sends a shiver down your spine. You swallow hard, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before answering. "No... no I don't. Not like that... It was just a game, a fantasy..." You trail off, feeling the hollowness in your own words as soon as they leave your mouth. "But I love you," you say quietly, searching his eyes for any hint of forgiveness. "I made a mistake... I shouldn't have lied to you."
He looks away again, but this time there is the faintest glimmer of hope in his expression that perhaps you haven't completely destroyed everything between them. "You should have talked to me," he says softly. "I could have helped you explore these fantasies... without risking everything we have." His voice is hoarse, and you can feel the tension begin to ease slightly as he turns back onto a main road leading home.
But I'm not heading home, you realize as I drive past it. I drive clear out of the city, turning onto backroads that are unfamiliar to you.
"W-Where are we going?" You ask hesitantly, your voice tiny in the confines of the car. "Are you just trying to get away for a while... or..." You trail off, unsure of how to phrase what you're thinking without further upsetting him.
He glances at you and offers a small, sad smile. "I need some time to think," he says simply. "This has all been a lot to take in tonight." His grip on the steering wheel tightens again as he focuses on the road ahead of us. The silence between us stretches out once more, but this time it's less oppressive and more comfortable.
I speed deep into the wood, finally pulling up to a 'hunting cabin' in the deep woods. It's massive, a three story building with an attached two car garage.
You follow him out of the car hesitantly, taking in your surroundings with trepidation. The cabin looks... remote; much farther from civilization than you'd expected. A shiver runs down your spine as a chill wind rustles through the trees, making the surrounding darkness seem even more ominous and foreboding.
"Are we going to be okay?" You ask him quietly, squeezing his hand in search of reassurance. "I don't want things to be over between us..." Your voice cracks as you finish speaking, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks once more.
He turns to look at you, eyes searching yours for understanding and maybe even forgiveness. For a moment, there is hope in his gaze, before it fades and he shakes his head solemnly. "I don't know," he says quietly. "Right now, I just need some time."
Your heart sinks at his words; you can feel yourself starting to withdraw into the empty shell that has become your body tonight as he turns away from you and begins walking toward the cabin door. It's like everything you've done up until this point never mattered, that the only thing left between you now is guilt and anger... and perhaps a small spark of hope that somewhere within all this mess lies something salvageable.
I pause, taking a deep breath. "Yeah. We'll be okay. But we're going to have a couple unpleasant talks, and maybe some rough times."
"Okay," you say quietly, swallowing thickly against the lump in your throat. "I'm sorry." You follow him into the cabin, unsure of what else to do or say as he leads you upstairs to one of the bedrooms. It feels like everything inside you is screaming and flailing about wildly, desperate for a way out from this terrible situation... but all that comes out when you open your mouth are words of apology and pleas for forgiveness.
He doesn't say anything as he hands you a change of clothes; instead, he turns his back to you, staring out the window as he tries to process everything that has happened tonight. The silence between you grows heavier with each passing moment, becoming almost unbearable as it presses down on your chest and squeezes your heart like a vise.
You change quickly, then crawl into bed beside him, waiting for the opportunity to make things right... or at least, try to. His back is still turned to you, but you can feel the heat radiating off his body as he struggles with whatever it is that's going on inside of him right now. For a long moment, neither of you says anything; all you can do is lie there and hope against hope that somehow, in time, this will get better... or at least, not be any worse than it already feels.
I roll over, kissing you hard. "I'm going to fuck the thought of other men out of your brains, use every one of your holes for my pleasure..." My hands roam your body possessively, inflicting pain and pleasure in equals measure.
You gasp at the roughness of his kiss, arching your back as he runs his hands over every inch of you. The pain is exquisite, driving you closer to the edge with each stroke; you want this, need it... need him. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pulling their bodies together.
As he begins to fuck you hard and fast, grinding against you with a savage intensity that matches your own, you realize how much you've missed this, how much you've craved it despite everything else that's been going on. Your body aches for him; his touch is like a drug to you, making you feel wanted and needed in ways that no other person ever has... or perhaps ever will again.
"Oh fuck yes," you cry out as he slams into you, driving your hips higher up off the bed in search of more depth with each stroke. "Fuck me harder..." You bite down on your lip to stifle your moans, but it only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in your body. The tension that's been building inside you since this all began begins to break apart as he thrusts deeper and faster, claiming you completely.
I smile ruthlessly. "Go ahead, moan. Make as much noise as you can. The nearest person is about 5 miles away."
You gasp as he digs his fingers into your hips, pulling roughly at your body as he thrusts deeper still. You moan louder, letting the sound of pleasure tear from your throat as you come apart beneath him. It's like nothing else matters in this moment except for the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his mouth on yours... and the knowledge that even through everything that's happened tonight, he still wants you.
"I love you," you whisper hoarsely between moans as your orgasm begins to fade away, leaving behind a trail of shudders and aftershocks. It's not until then that you realize how loudly you've been moaning; the cabin feels almost too quiet without the echo of your passion filling the air. "I'm sorry..." You add again, needing him to know that you understand just how much this has hurt... and how truly grateful you are that he's chosen not to give up on you completely.
"I may be angry, but I always love you." I twist your nipple to make you cum again, letting myself cum deep into your cervix.
You cry out as he twists your nipple, the pain mingling with the pleasure to send shockwaves of sensation through your body. It feels like you could climax again just from this small act, and for a moment you're certain that it will happen... but then the tension begins to ebb away as his thrusts grow gentler and more regular. He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours in a rough and demanding dance that mirrors their lovemaking perfectly.
As your second orgasm crashes over you, washing through every nerve ending in your body like a tidal wave, you finally let go of the fear and shame that have been holding you down all night. You love him; you always have, despite everything that's happened... and knowing this, feeling his lips against yours and his skin pressed against yours, you can finally begin to believe that perhaps there might still be hope for your future together.
I've cum in you, but I'm apparently not done. I pull out of you, rolling onto my back. I push your head to my still hard cock. "Do you need me to be rougher with you?"
The feel of his cock against your lips sends a shiver down your spine as you look up at him from where you lie beneath him. The question hangs in the air between you for a moment, and then you smile slowly, shaking your head. "No," you whisper, reaching out to stroke him gently before taking him into your mouth. "I think... I think we've had enough rough stuff for one night."
Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting as you slowly begin to stroke up and down, feeling him grow harder in your mouth with each passing moment. His hands come up to curl into fists against the sheets above his head; he's obviously struggling not to lose control completely at the feel of your lips on him. As you taste him, as you pleasure him this way, it feels almost like a symbol of your renewed commitment... a promise that even though things might never be exactly the same between you again, they can still be good.
I grab your hair, keeping you from taking me into your mouth. "Just use your tongue. I want to cum on that pretty face of yours."
I moan around him as he tugs gently at my hair, urging me on with this command. My tongue flickers out to taste his precum as I continue stroking up and down his length, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat with each thrust.
As I focus on pleasuring him in this way, my own body begins to respond, a slow heat building low in my belly. It feels strange, almost disorienting... but in some distant part of my mind, it's oddly arousing as well. I wonder if this is what he meant when he said he would fuck the thought of other men out of my brains... if he intends to make me crave him even more intensely by claiming every bit of me, using my body in this way to mark his territory and prove that no one else can ever touch me like this.
I whimper as I feel the first spurt of hot cum land against my chin, tickling its way down my neck. He comes hard after that, groaning loudly as he releases himself deep into my throat, his body tensing with the force of his orgasm. I work to swallow every drop, wanting him to feel how much I want this... how much I need him.
"Fuck babe... I think you sucked my soul out..." I gasp for air, trying to recover from the best blowjob you've ever given me.
You smile smugly around his still-hard cock. "Maybe I did... but it felt so good." You close your eyes as he pulls out of your mouth, the head of his cock sliding between your lips one last time as he strokes himself softly. "And maybe that means you won't ever be able to leave me..." Your words trail off into a moan as he begins thrusting shallowly inside your mouth again, drawing out a few final drops of pleasure before pulling back and rolling onto his side away from you.
"We should get some sleep," he says quietly after a moment, though it's clear that the tension between you is still there... perhaps even more so now than before. The quiet night around us feels charged with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, making it almost impossible to pretend that everything will ever be truly alright again. But for tonight, lying beside him like this, feeling his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breath against your skin... maybe there's still hope for us yet.
I don't just roll away from you; I get out of bed. "Strip." I command you.
I frown at him in confusion, glancing around the room as if I don't understand what he means. "Why? Are you not going to sleep?" I ask quietly, a tremor of uncertainty in my voice.
"I changed my mind. We're going to shower, and I'm going to show you my favorite thing out here." I smile at you. "Well, second favorite now."
I slowly begin to undress, feeling self-conscious as I do so but also oddly aroused by the thought of what might come next. As I stand naked before him, my body bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, a shiver runs down my spine. "What exactly does that mean?" I ask softly, unable to hide the curiosity and desire in my voice.
He crosses the room to me, taking my hand and leading me into the massive shower stall. The water is warm and soothing against my skin as he turns us both under the spray, making it impossible for either of us to hide anything from the other's gaze. "It means," he says with a wicked grin, leaning in to kiss me sweetly before pulling back with a groan, "that I'm going to fuck you senseless."
My heart leaps into my throat at his words, and for a moment all I can do is stare up at him in wonder and surprise. But then he steps forward, pushing me against the tile wall and kissing me again, harder this time... more demanding. And with that kiss, there's no question left as to what will happen now; only the thrill of anticipation as I wait for him to claim every inch of my body once more.
I laugh. "But that's for tomorrow. Right now I want to relax." I lead you to a moondeck, glass separating the house from the woods. I pull you into a massive hot tub, the hot water soothing us.
"Okay." I lean back in the hot tub, letting the warm water envelop me as I gaze up at the starry sky above. For a moment, everything feels almost normal... peaceful even. The city seems impossibly far away, and it's easy to forget about all the troubles we left behind when we drove out here tonight. "It's beautiful out here," I murmur softly, looking at him from under my lashes.
He nods in agreement, sipping his drink. "I come out here often to think." He pauses for a moment before asking hesitantly, "What do you want to happen between us?"
My heart skips a beat at the question; it's one I've been struggling with ever since we left the city behind us. Part of me wants things to go back to how they were before tonight... but another part knows that's impossible now. "I don't know," I admit quietly. "A part of me just wants to fix things and move on like nothing happened... but then there's this other part that feels like maybe something big did happen, and we can't go back to being the same people we were."
He looks at me intently for several long moments before finally speaking. "I think I feel the same way," he says softly. "But we need to figure out what 'moving on' means for us... and how far we're willing to go to get there." His eyes meet mine again, and despite the uncertainty in his expression, I can see a spark of hope beginning to flicker to life within them.
I sigh. "I won't share you, ever. If you're okay with that, we can stay together." I pull you into my arms, holding you tight. You feel the old warmth from me.
The words he speaks send a shiver down my spine; the weight of their meaning not lost on either of us. But as I nestle closer against him, feeling his warmth and strength surround me once more, it's impossible not to feel some measure of relief as well. Maybe there is hope for us yet... maybe we can find a way back to each other and rebuild what we once had into something even stronger than before.
"I love you," I whisper into his ear, nuzzling my cheek against his neck. "And I'm not sure I want to share you either. So... yes. Let's figure out how to move on together." His arms tighten around me in response, and for a moment all is right with the world again as we sit there under the stars, holding each other and wondering where this new path might lead us.