Cynthia and Alan were having supper. It was supposed to be a romantic supper, but Alan had been in a foul mood all evening long. Cynthia had never seen him this way, before. She'd always prepared for his return in the same way. She washed and pampered herself and put on her sexiest nightgown. Tonight she had on a filmy blue thing that barely concealed her creamy breasts and made it obvious that he was wearing no panties.
Usually Alan was in a horny mood when he came home. But today there was an uncomfortable tension in the air.
"I guess I'm not hungry," he said, picking at his food. "Maybe I'm coming down with something."
Cynthia knew it wasn't the flu that was making him act the way he was, but she couldn't understand what. There was something odd about him. Some look she had never seen in his face before. It made her nervous. She thought she knew her husband very well. She usually understood any changes in his actions. But she didn't understand this.
"I'll have another drink, though," Alan said, and she watched her moody husband pour his fifth glass of wine since he'd sat down at the table. She'd never seen him drink so much. Alan just wasn't a drinker. She realized that the thing that was troubling him must be really serious. There could be one thing that was that serious. Somehow he knew. She didn't know how – but he knew.
"I think you've had enough of that," Cynthia said.
"I'm just fine," Alan said.
"But you never drink this much," she protested. "Goddamn it," he said, standing up. His face was angry and he suddenly swept the food and wine off the table and into a mess on the floor. She hadn't been prepared for this sudden burst of temper. For a moment she thought that he was going to swing at her.
"Alan," she said in a shocked voice.
"Don't go telling me how much to drink," he said. "You're my wife. Not my Goddamn mother!"
He strode angrily away from the table. He went into the living room and she had the feeling that he would be making himself another drink. Except this time it would be the hard stuff. He knew. He wouldn't be acting this way unless he knew. She started searching her mind for some way out, some excuse she could make to him. But there was no excuse a wife could make to her husband after two days fucking.
And sucking, she thought, and other things that she had never done for her husband. But damn it, she would have done those things if he had ever acted like Greg. If instead of asking her, he had just taken what he wanted. Greg had made her feel like a wild woman – which was something Greg had never done.
His lovemaking was nice. He had a nice big cock and he used it well, but there was never any of the savage feeling she'd had with Greg.
Alan was drinking something else when his wife walked into the living room after him. He knew she was deeply troubled by his actions, but he didn't know how to explain it to her. What had happened to him had made his feelings change toward her. He knew he couldn't ever be happy with a woman like Cynthia after Elaine and her daughter. It wasn't that Cynthia wasn't pretty or sexy. It was just that Cynthia had never abandoned herself to depravity the way Elaine and Stella had. Alan had found out what fucking was all about and he didn't know how to tell his wife.
"Alan," Cynthia said softly. "Don't you think we'd better talk about it?"
"There's nothing to talk about," he answered.
"Yes there is," she said. "Something's bothering you. I think I know what it is."
"You do?" he asked.
"Yes," Cynthia said. "Somehow you found out what happened while you were gone."
"What happened while I was gone?" he asked, confusion clouding his thoughts. He wondered what his wife was talking about and then he saw that strange expression on his wife's face. She was afraid of something. Of him? Why should his beautiful wife be afraid of him? He'd never done anything to harm her.
"You know, don't you?" Cynthia questioned him. "You know about Greg."
And then he understood. He never thought that he could feel so angry. It no longer mattered that he had spent the week-end fucking other women. He was a man. It wasn't right that his wife should screw around behind his back.
"What about you and the guy next door?" Alan asked.
"You already know," Cynthia answered him. "Please don't put me through this."
"No," he said. "I want to know everything. I want to know every Goddamn detail."
"Please don't make me," Cynthia said.
Cynthia started backing away. She was suddenly afraid of the look in her husband's eyes. She had never seen him angry before. Not really angry. Not like he was now. She really started to feel afraid that he would hurt her.
"I want to know everything," he said.
"I can't talk about it," Cynthia said.
"You will," he said. "You will talk. Or I'll break your fucking neck."
She tried to run but he caught her in two steps. He grabbed her by her arm and twisted it behind her back. She was frightened or she would never have tried to claw his face. She got her fingernails into his skin and drew blood. He gave a cry of pain and released her. She never saw his fist but she felt it in the pit of her stomach. He knocked the breath out of her. She bent double in pain and he pushed her back onto the living room couch.
"You little bitch," he said. "You're going to tell me everything. Every damn detail."
"Please don't act like this," Cynthia begged him.
Alan was feeling drunk on he wouldn't have acted the way he was. He wouldn't ever have put his hand on his wife even if she had been unfaithful. But he was feeling the effects of his drinking and he was aroused in a strange way. He wanted to hurt her, abuse her and to make her feel something she'd never felt from him before. He grabbed her by a thick handful of her blonde hair and began slapping her face.
"Oh stop it," she pleaded. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."
He stopped hitting her. Cynthia leaned back on the couch and felt dry sobs shake her body. She'd never been so afraid of her husband. But then she had never expected such anger from him. This wasn't like him at all. He was, a nice, easy going man. She didn't believe that just her being unfaithful would make him behave this way.
He made himself another drink and he walked back to the chair in front of the couch. He sat down looking at her. He liked what he saw. Damn, she was a cool looking woman even if he couldn't get her to feel much. He wondered how Greg had ever gotten into her panties? Cynthia had just never been the kind of girl who fell over men.
"Tell me what happened," he commanded.
"I just had another man, that's all," Cynthia said. She knew better than to tell about Mary.
"You mean you fucked another man?" Alan asked.
"Yes," admitted Cynthia.
"Was he good?" Alan asked. "Did he give you a good fucking?"
"Yes," Cynthia answered honestly. "Yes, damn it. He gave me a good fucking."
She saw the anger in his eyes again. Also arousal. He was getting hot thinking of her fucking another man. Cynthia wondered what she should do. She could run next door but that would be stupid. Greg and her husband might end up fighting and then somebody would get hurt.
But she just didn't know what else she could do.
"You need to be punished for that," Alan said.
Alan had been thinking about his wife's pretty ass ever since he came home that evening. He was remembering what the farm boys had done to Stella. He would have like to sink his own cock in Stella's ass but there just hadn't been enough time.
Then he had started thinking about Cynthia's ass and about how pretty and round it was. He was sure that she would have a wonderful cherry ass that would fit his cock so Goddamn perfectly. But she'd never go along with anything like that. She would find the idea disgusting. That was one of the reasons Alan had been so angry.
He wanted his wife to be a woman and not a cold-assed frigid bitch. He didn't think Greg had gotten a good fuck out of his wife. He had certainly never gotten a really good fuck out of her. Sure, she would say and do the things she was sure he'd like but she never lost control. Not completely. Not wild like Stella and Elaine.
"What kind of punishment?" Cynthia asked.
"Maybe you need your perfect little ass spanked," Alan suggested.
"You wouldn't do that to me," she said.
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked.
"You just wouldn't," she said. "You're not that type of man."
Something was happening to Cynthia. She could feel her nipples rubbing against her filmy blue nightgown. They were getting hard as if she was getting aroused by the thought of her husband beating her. She wondered what else he would do to her. He wouldn't be satisfied with just slapping her ass.
"Yes," he said. "I think you need your pretty ass whipped. Come on over here."
"No," she said.
"Get your fucking ass over here," he said.
His voice left no room for argument. And she didn't want to argue. For the first time in their married lives her husband was acting like a man. Like Greg had acted. A month before she would have hated him for it. Now she realized that she needed a macho man. A man who would make her do as he wanted and with no argument.
She got up and went to him. Alan was puzzled. He didn't understand the look on his wife's face, as if she was getting turned on to him.
"Take your gown up," he said. "Show me your pretty ass."
She bit her lower lip nervously as she slowly lifted up her gown. Her husband stared at her long bare legs as if he'd never seen them before. He made her turn around. She shivered as he cupped one asscheek with his hand. He rubbed his hand all over her asscheeks and even probed at her tiny asshole with his finger. She didn't dare say anything.
"You do have a nice ass," he said. "All right. Bend over my lap. I'm going to spank you."
Cynthia had never felt so excited nor so helpless. She lay face down on his lap. She remembered how she had felt as a little girl when her father had spanked her. Later on she told herself that there had always been something strange about the way her father touched her asscheeks as he gave her a spanking. It was more loving than it was spanking.
That was the way her husband now touched her ass. He rubbed his hand gently over her creamy mounds.
"Such a pretty ass," he said. "Did Greg fuck you more than once?"
"Yes," Cynthia said.
"And was there anything else you did for him?" Alan asked.
"Yes," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"I… I used my mouth on him," she stammered.
"You mean you sucked him off?"
"Yes," she answered, shivering. She knew that this would anger him again, but somehow she had to tell him. She couldn't keep any secrets from her husband when he was like this. Even telling him that she had sucked off another man, something she'd never done for him.
"And did you swallow his cum?" Alan said.
"Yes," she answered.
"You're a cunt," he said. "You're a cocksucking cunt who needs her ass whipped."
"Yes," she said.
He slapped her ass hard. She bit back the tears as he began beating her. Finally she couldn't contain them any longer. She broke down sobbing as his hand kept slapping against her ass. Harder. She'd never been beaten like this before. Not even by her father. It hurt. God, it hurt. It also made her pussy feel hot and wet.
"You're a cunt," he said, each time his hand hit her ass. "You're a Goddamn cunt. A fucking whore. You sucked another man off. You couldn't wait to get down on your knees. Okay, you Goddamn cunt. I want to see how good you are. I want to see if you really can suck cock!"
He quit slapping her. Me grabbed two handfuls of her thick hair and forced her down to her knees. He pressed her face against his throbbing erection. Alan felt so fucking hard and strong. He was going to punish his wife even more and he knew how to do it. He was going to make her do something she'd never done to him. He was going to make the little cunt suck him all the way. He was going to fill her Goddamn hot little mouth with his jism.
"All right, cunt," he said. "Let's see how good you are. Let's see you suck on that."
He wasn't going to be gentle. He pulled his zipper down and pulled out his throbbing tool. He forced her mouth back to his prick. He felt her sweet lips touching the top of his hot pecker. That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted the little bitch to take a mouthful. He was going to stab her fucking throat with his hot rod.
"Take it in your mouth, you Goddamn little whore," he said. "This is all you're Goddamned good for. Suck my cock. Suck it!"
He slid his prick between her lips and jabbed it to the back of her throat. He heard her gasp for breath and try to escape his steaming meat. He wasn't going to give her the opportunity to escape. He kept his prick between her lips and began to thrust back and forth.
He knew he was choking her but he didn't give a damn. He wanted to know that he had punished her. He began to get another idea. Just fucking her mouth wasn't enough. It wasn't all he was going to do. He was going to make her pay in more ways than one.
"All right, bitch," he said. "You suck that cock. I'm going to give you a mouthful of cum."
He didn't let her suck him. That wasn't what he wanted. Instead he gripped the back of her head and he began to fuck her sweet mouth as brutally as he could. His prick went deep into her throat and he felt her gag each time. That was okay with him. He didn't want her to enjoy it. Not this time. This time was her punishment.
"Feel that, cunt," he said. "You feel that big fucking pecker in your throat. Feel that jism leaking on your tongue. Well I've got a lot of it, bitch, and I'm going to give you every Goddamned drop!"
He held her head tighter and fucked her a little faster. Cynthia had never been abused this way before. There was nothing she could do but take his big cock in her throat. He was right about having a lot more. Already she had swallowed what seemed like a gallon and he hadn't come yet. She choked as she tasted another thick wad in her mouth.
"This is it," he cried. "This is fucking it. You're going to get it this time, you little bitch! This is fucking it! Suck it up! Suck it up, cunt!" He thrust powerfully and crammed his prick all the way into her throat. Hp felt his thick cum splattering the inside of her mouth.
"Swallow it, bitch," he said. "Don't you spit a Goddamn drop out!"
He heard her swallowing as quickly as she could. He didn't release her until he was sure all of his jism had drained into her sweet mouth. Only then did he let her go and she fell backwards, gasping for breath.
He expected her to be angry, but she wasn't. Instead there was a moony look in her eyes. A look of respect. He hadn't ever gotten that kind of look from her before. It was as if she had finally given herself to him body and soul.
She sat at his feet and made no attempt to move.
"You know what I'm going to do next, cunt," he said.
"No," he said.
"I'm going to fuck your sweet cherry ass," he said. "Your ass is cherry, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said. He could tell she was frightened of the pain but she didn't move away. It was like she was telling him that she would let him do anything he wanted – that she was his slave. Alan wondered why he hadn't done this a few years before. He'd never felt so much love for her as he did now. It didn't matter that she had spent the past couple of days fucking another man. He knew she wouldn't do that again. Now she was his.
"Do you want your ass fucked?" he asked.
"I'll do anything you want," she answered.
"Go to the bedroom," he said. "Get some Vaseline and come back."
She hurried into the bedroom and came back with a jar. He told her to strip off her gown and she did as he told her. He then told her to kneel by his cock and put the Vaseline on it. She kneeled by him and tenderly rubbed over his cock with the Vaseline. He could feel his prick growing hard again.
She had such fucking soft nice hands.
"All right," he said. "I want to have you on your knees on all fours. Just like a dog."
Cynthia nodded her head. She turned away from him and kneeled on all fours. She looked over her shoulder as he stood behind her. She thought he looked like a stallion. She was afraid of his big hard prick, afraid of the pain he was going to give her. But she wouldn't have moved from that floor for any amount of money. He was her man. She knew that now. She was going to do as he wanted.
He pressed his prick against her tiny asshole. His prick felt so damned big. She knew that he was going to tear her in half if he tried to put it in. She breathed deeply as she felt the gentle pressure of his cockhead.
"I'm going to give it to you," he said. "I'm going to put my fucker right up your ass."
"Yes," she groaned softly.
She screamed as she felt the next hard pressure. This time his cockhead popped into her tiny opening. He was pleased with himself. He didn't move. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he was smiling.
"You're hurting me," she whimpered.
"Good," he said.
She nodded her head. He had settled it. He was going to fuck her in the ass and it didn't matter if it hurt her. She deserved it. She steeled herself for the next sharp stab of intense pain. It wasn't long in coming. He pushed again and his big prick spread apart the tight cheeks of her ass. He pushed one last time and his brutal cockhead broke through all resistance and slipped into her ass.
"Christ yes," he groaned. "You cherry assed bitch. You're just as fucking tight as I thought. You're one sweet cherry assed bitch!"
He drove his prick into her again and again. He didn't give her time to relax. It was painful at first. Then a warm glow came over her. After all, she was being fucked in the ass by her husband. It was all right. Her husband was her master and this was the way it was supposed to be.
"You bitch," Alan moaned.
Alan hat never felt his cock caught in such a tight hold. He began to drive his cock prick harder into her sweet cherry ass. His balls slapped loudly against her asscheeks. This was the way he liked it. His wife getting punished by his big cock. This was better than having Elaine and Stella at the same time.
"Oh Christ," Alan groaned. "I'm going to fucking come again. I'm going to blow your sweet ass, it feels so good. So goddamn gooddddddd!" He gave a last powerful thrust and his prick began to spew his thick white jism into her asshole.
Her asshole seemed to tighten on his prick as she rubbed her ass frantically against him.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
"You sweet fucking bitch," he moaned.
He let his prick stay in her ass for a long while. Slowly he finally pulled it out of her wet ass. He leaned back in his chair with a smug expression.
"Go and get me a rag," he said. "I want you to clean me up."
She left and she was back in a few minutes with a warm wet washrag. She ministered tenderly to his cock until she had it clean and fresh looking. She gave a tender little kiss to the crown.
"Now get me another fucking drink," he said.
She hurried to mix his drink and brought it to him. He sipped it and licked his lips in a satisfied way.
"Do you want me to do anything else?" she asked.
"Not right now, sugar," he said, patting her tenderly on the head. "But you just stay right there. I'll think of something."
Alan leaned back and sipped his drink. This was going to be heaven from now on.
Alan was a very happy man!