John Friday: Cuffed and whipped wife

"You mean the man will be arrested?" Lanore's voice tightened into a fearful squeak.

"No," Gill said grimly. "I'm going to have my cop friend check the record on the sly. Then I'm going to kill the bastard who fucked my wife. I'm going to cut off his cock and balls with a dull knife and make him eat them!"

Lanore said, "Oh, Jesus, nnnooo!"

"What's with you? Sounds like you feel sorry for the son of a bitch!"

"Well…" The shivering blonde couldn't think of a thing to say that would make sense now after all the lies she'd told. "I wasn't badly hurt. There's no lasting damage."

"What the shit do you mean, no lasting damage? Some other man's had his stinking cock in my wife's cunt! And that has done lasting damage to me!"

"Gill, please…"

"Why all the sympathy for him?" he wanted to know. "For Christ's sake, it almost sounds like you enjoyed it!"

Gill just gaped at her, his jaw hanging slack for a full second.

"You enjoyed being fucked by another man?" he said numbly.

"I-I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. You know how I am when I get horny."

"Yeah, I sure do. I also know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. I can see it in your lying eyes. There was no naked man, was there? You got fucked while I was gone, you probably asked for it, and you damn sure know who it was!"

"Nnnooo, Gill! I swear!"

"Bitch! I can see through you like cellophane!" Gill grabbed her arm and pushed her down the hall toward the bedroom.

"Gill, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to beat the truth out of you," he snarled. "A few good whacks with my heavy belt and you'll tell me who the hell it was!"

"I told you, I don't know!"

He shoved hard and sent her sprawling face down upon their bed. Gill had his own cuffs and the spare set of handcuffs with him. He used than both. He cuffed her wrists to the posts at the head of the bed.

Spread-eagled helplessly, Lanore could only beg for mercy, but she was so frightened that her voice had been so raging violent before. She heard an ominous slither as he stripped the broad black leather belt from the loops of his uniform pants.

He whirled it overhead and let her listen to the angry hiss. "You've got one chance to tell me who fucked you before I lay a two-inch red welt across your ripe ass!"

"I can't tell you!" Lanore didn't want to invade Al. Nothing that had happened was really his fault.

Gill's powerful arm lashed down. He gave a grunt and the basket weave patterned belt blazed a stinging red path across her ripe domed ass.

"Aaagggh!" Lanore bucked and wrenched both cuffed wrists. Gill had locked the handcuffs tighter than she had. The metal bands chafed her tender skin.

"Who was it? Who had his cock in your sweet cunt?"

"The seven dwarfs," she spat defiantly. "They all stopped by and stuck me with their teenie-weenies!"

Burning pain had turned her fear to sullen rage. Lanore vowed not to confess now no matter what.

Gill snarled and lashed down again, varying the angle so the two welts crossed to make an X right over her cringing little shithole.

"Who was it?" he asked again, snaking the belt high again just in case.

Lanore felt the sting of the belt. This time be laid it right up the middle of her back.

"Who?" he repeated coldly.

Lanore was sobbing, her whole lush body burning with pain. She gulped and moaned.

Gill's anger flared even more. Her stubborn defiance was fuel for the rage already gnawing in his gut. He lashed the belt two more times up her back in rapid succession. That left a total of three blazing red welts side-by-side.

"You look like a stinking skunk done up in the wrong colors," he said with a wicked laugh, pausing then to catch his breath.

Gill was shocked to find his cock swelling hard. Knowing that his wife had first cheated and then defied him caused such a hateful rage that he had thought he would never want to fuck her again. But whipping her ass was the most exciting thing he had ever done. It even beat their catamaran ride.

"I like whipping your ass," he warned. "You better tell me who fucked you while you've still got some hide on your back."

"I won't even tell you what time it is – yeeeeoooow!" That was the most vicious lash yet. Lanore's whole body convulsed. Shocks of burning pain flashed tore every nerve. "I'll tell you that his cock is bigger than yours." She clenched her teeth to resist screaming. "Longer and thicker both!"

"You bitch! You stinking, whoring slut!" The belt flew so fast and hard that neither of them could keep track. Lanore's whole backside, from heels to shoulder blades, became a fiery mass of pain.

"Enough," she sobbed finally. "Enough! Please, no more."

Gill was sweating profusely and wiping his brow with the hand that held his belt. "Who was it?" he rasped.

"Al," she croaked.

"Al Freeman from next door? I don't believe it!"

"I seduced him," she confessed. "I set up the whole thing. You aren't going to kill him are you?"

"My neighbor? My buddy? No way! I'm going to rape his wife!"

"Oh, Gill!" Lanore sobbed, wishing none of this had ever started.

"I've had the hots for her ever since the day we moved in. She's so tall and slinky! And Marilee used to be a dancer. I'll bet she's got some great moves! I'll bet she fucks like a mink!"

"Fuck me instead," she begged him.

Marilee doesn't deserve this anger.

"Fuck you?" he sneered in contempt. "Dirty my cock in a pussy that my neighbor has been fucking while I'm away? Forget it, you cheating whore!"

"Gill, please… I'll make it up to you. I'll be better than I've ever been before!"

"Oooh, did fucking Al teach you some new tricks?"

Lanore sobbed bitterly, hating herself, wondering what, if anything, she could do to make things right again.

"Did he fuck your ass too?" Gill asked sharply.

"No, I won't even let you do that."

"I know. I've been wanting to get my cock into your sexy round ass ever since my honeymoon in Hawaii."

"Your prick is too big for that!"

"But not as big as Al's," he reminded her sternly. "You told me that yourself. It ought to fit up your little ass just tine!"

Gill was climbing up onto the bed behind her.

Lanore cried, "No! Please don't! Ooooh, God!"

He was bending down and pressing his burning cockhead into the crack of her ass.

While they were talking, Gill had undressed, but Lanore hadn't known because of being handcuffed face down to the bed post. She didn't yet have the courage to face him. The pressing heat of his blood-gorged cock was all she could stand.

"Nungh! It hurts! You're killing me!"

"You didn't want me to kill Al. Somebody has to pay, you bitch!"

"Grungh. Ooowww!" Lanore had never expected to ever hate the heat and throbbing vigor of Gill's big cock. Now there seemed to be no nerves that sensed pleasure in her asshole. What she felt was a searing hot stab of pain.

His prick inched into her slowly. Gill liked the way that made her writhe and squirm. Her twitching and tossing put delightful new pressures on his heated cock, strange new sensations.

Lanore felt tortured by the intrusion into what she considered to be her most private place. She had happily fucked and sucked Gill's cock more times than either of them could remember, but she thought now that she would never welcome him again.

Their wonderful marriage was already over in her mind. All the lusty, fun-filled times they had shared… she'd ruined that. They now hated each other, and Gill was pumping all his raging fury into her tortured ass. That mental anguish pained her more than the swollen heat, because Lanore knew she had only herself to blame.

She shuddered violently, trying to relax the tight muscles of her ass enough to at least make the fucking she deserved more bearable. She couldn't. Lanore had practiced endlessly to increase control of her cunt muscles, but her asshole had been only a thing to shit through before this.