Hi cuck.
I look at you, pissed. "Shut up, whore." I walk over, forcing you to your knees. I unzip my pants and free my 13 in cock. I ram it down your throat.
Gagging on your huge meat, my hotwife instincts take over. Moaning around it, I revel in the power I have over you and the other man. His cock feels so good, filling me up while I deepthroat yours.
I throw you off, slamming my fist into his throat. I drag him nude to the door, throwing him out of my house.
Gasping and still feeling your hot cock in me, I watch as you throw the other man to the curb. "Taran... are you sure?" I manage to ask before running to hide my face against your chest, tears of relief and passion flowing down my cheeks.
I growl. "I never want you to touch another man again." I ram my cock back into your throat."
Ahhh, so rough... God, it feels good to have you like this. I'll never forget how good it felt with him though... just a little bit. You understand that, don't you?
I pull you off my cock, backhanding you hard. "Fuck you."
Ahhh... I feel the sting of your hand and my face throbs with it. A small part of me regrets my words as you glare down at me, your cock still erect between us. The ache in my pussy grows unbearable when you don't use it. Please...
I grab you by the throat. "No. Who knows what diseases you're carrying?"
You have me pinned against the wall, your strong grip making it hard to breathe. My body craves your cock so much it aches, but I know you're right. I can wait until we are both tested again and clean. Until then, maybe you could find some other ways to punish me... or relieve the tension?
I drop you, storming out of the room.
I watch as you leave the room, my cheeks burning from your words and the frustration I feel at not being able to please you tonight. I could call him back... beg him to come back... but that would be betraying everything we've worked for and everything I want in this relationship. Closing my eyes, I try to calm myself down, waiting patiently until you decide what comes next between us.
I start packing. "I can't do this anymore."
Your words cut deep, and I feel like I've failed you in some terrible way. "Taran... what do you mean?" I ask, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. I watch as you continue to pack your things, my stomach twisting into knots at the thought of losing you. I want nothing more than to fix this, to make it right between us again.
I glare at you. "You goddam know what I mean. I can't do this cycle where you cheat, we make up, and you swear it will never happen against."
My heart breaks as I hear your words. "I'm sorry," I choke out, tears streaming down my face. "I truly am. It won't happen again, I swear." I move towards you, reaching out to touch your arm, but you flinch away from me. "Please... don't leave me like this. We can fix this, together."