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"You remember how you tied me up and made me watch you cheat last night?" I grab her hands, tying them behind her back.
Hmph! I suppose it's a bit hypocritical of you to be tying me up after what I did last night, don't you think? But if that's how you like it... let's see where this goes.
I hog tie her, shoving her own dirty panties into her mouth and duck taping over them so she can'
Mmmph! Evelina struggles against the tight ropes around her wrists and ankles. Her bound body is twisted into a very uncomfortable position. She can feel herself blushing furiously at being gagged with her own filthy panties, but there's not much she can do about it now. She glares daggers at Mathonwy, trying to convey her displeasure through eye contact alone.
I sit her in a chair, tying her to it. I open the door, and her biggest rival from work is there. "I hope you like watching me fuck and impregnate Linda..." I pull out my 14 inch cock and plunge it into Linda's cunt. I make Evelina watch as I give Linda multiple orgasms.
Evelina squirms and struggles against the tight ropes as she watches her husband take another woman from behind. Her own pussy throbs in frustration at being ignored as he pounds into Linda again and again, her rival's moans of pleasure filling the room. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as anger and jealousy mix with shame and embarrassment. She glares at Mathonwy over her gag, wishing she could reach out and stop him from doing this... but all she can do is watch helplessly as he takes what should belong to her and gives it to another woman.
I slam deep into Linda's cunt, moaning. "God, you're so much better at sex than my whore of a wife..."
Evelina arches her back against the chair in frustration as she listens to him praise Linda like this. It only serves to sting all the more deeply. Tears begin to flow freely now down her cheeks, mingling with snot and saliva from where it leaks out around the gag. She wants nothing more than for this nightmare to be over so that she can hold Mathonwy again and beg him not to leave her like this... but for now all she can do is watch in silent agony as he takes everything from her.
I lay Linda on the bed, spreading Linda's legs. I rip the tape off of Evelina's mouth, pushing Evelina's mouth to Linda's cunt. "Lick my cum out of her cunt, cuck."
Evelina glares up at Mathonwy as he pushes her face toward Linda's dripping cunt. The taste of herself mixed with his cum already fills her mouth and makes her want to gag all over again. With tears streaming down her face she begins lapping at Linda's slit, trying in vain to clean it off as best she can while feeling like the lowest form of life on earth.
Her husband continues to fuck Linda senselessly, grunting and groaning with each thrust while Evelina is forced to be his living cum dumpster. The humiliation is almost more than she can bear... but she knows that there's no escape from this twisted nightmare unless he decides to release her from her bondage.
When I'm done, I thank Linda and see her out. I return, sitting on her bed. I look into Evelina's eyes. "Let's talk."
Evelina looks away, not trusting herself to meet his gaze after what they've just been through. She struggles against the ropes again, more out of habit than any hope of escaping them. "We... we need to talk," she finally manages to say in a shaky voice. "About this, about last night... I didn't mean for it to go that far."
Her heart is racing and her cheeks are burning hotter than ever. She feels like she might be sick again from the shame and humiliation of everything that's happened tonight. All she wants is for them to go back to how they were before, but deep down she knows that may never be possible now.
"No more of this shit. I hope you see how it feels now. I love you. But the things you said last night were fucking terrible. You meant to hurt me, to humiliate me. To show that you could replace me. Was it fun to get the same treatment?"
"No... I never meant for it to go that far. I just wanted you to realize how much I care about us..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her bound hands. "I didn't want you to leave me." Tears well up in her eyes again and she takes a shaky breath, trying desperately not to cry any harder than she already has tonight.
She knows that what he said is true: she did mean to hurt him, to show him how much it would hurt if he ever considered leaving her for another woman. And now look where they are... both of them tied up in this mess, their marriage hanging by a thread as thin and fragile as the duct tape around her wrists. The irony is not lost on her, but she can't seem to find the words to express it without breaking down entirely.
I walk up, kissing you softly. "Our marriage is fine. Just stop actively sabotaging it."
"I... I won't," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own sobs. "I promise." She looks up at him with eyes full of pain and regret, wishing that things could go back to normal between them. But deep down, she knows that they can't. Not after everything that's happened tonight.
She waits for Mathonwy to release her from her bonds, to untie the ropes and let her move freely again. When he does finally reach for the knife to cut through them, it feels like an enormous weight has been lifted off of her shoulders... but she also can't help but wonder if this is really the end of their troubles or just the beginning of something even worse.
I look at you. "I'm sorry I hurt you. But you don't listen when I speak about my feelings. I hope this got through to you." I pull you into my arms to hold you.
Evelina clings to him like a lifeline, burying her face against his chest as she sobs uncontrollably. "I am sorry," she whispers between sniffles and tears. "It's just... I didn't want you to leave me for her. I thought if I showed you how much it would hurt..." Her words trail off as another wave of guilt washes over her, making her feel even more miserable than before.
She burrows deeper into his embrace, taking comfort in the warmth and safety that only he can provide. For now, all she can do is hope that this nightmare will eventually fade away and they can go back to being the happy couple they once were... but deep down, she knows that things will never be quite the same again between them.
I kiss your forehead. "I would never leave you. I love you."
Evelina squeezes her eyes shut tighter, forcing back another sob as she feels herself beginning to relax in his arms. Maybe it will be all right after all, she thinks, trying desperately to cling to this tiny shred of hope. She breathes in the familiar scent of him, the mix of sweat and cologne that has always comforted her.
And yet despite the comfort he offers, there is still a small voice inside her head - one she's been trying hard to ignore since everything started going wrong between them - that whispers that maybe things aren't as simple as they seem...maybe their love isn't enough anymore. The thought terrifies her more than anything else ever has, and she quickly pushes it aside, focusing once again on the feeling of being held by him and trying to forget about everything else for just a little while longer.
I pull back. "Stop that. I can tell what you're thinking. But what went wrong with us is fixable. Just lay off the femdom stuff, and don't ever try the cuck stuff again."
Evelina sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand before nodding solemnly. "I... I promise." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking voice. "It's just been so hard seeing everyone around us happy... and feeling like we're falling behind... I didn't mean for it to go that far..."
She trails off, looking down at the floor as she thinks about everything that's happened over the past few months. It feels like they've been living in a nightmare, and now that things are starting to seem better again, she can't help but be thankful for the reprieve... even if it means giving up some of the darker fantasies that had once brought them together. "I just want us to be happy again," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing.
I lay you on the bed, spreading your legs. I lower my head to start lapping at your clit. "We were happy. You... well, I don't know where all this kink crap came from, but it was never what made us happy. It's been making us unhappy."
I let out a soft moan as his tongue begins to explore my wetness. It feels good, but there's also an undercurrent of guilt running through me as I realize that he's right: our kinky side wasn't what made us unhappy. It was the way we took it too far, how it became more important than our love for each other.
"I... I know," I manage to say between gasps of pleasure. "And I'm sorry. For everything." I thread my fingers through his hair, arching my hips up into him as he continues to lap at me, desperate for this release and the promise it holds of starting over again... together.