Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. 1

He'd stared at her through rapidly glazing eyes, his thin-lipped mouth suddenly quite bloodless and cold looking. At last he took her wrist gently but firmly and put her from him.

"It's already, a bit rancid, my dear," he said thickly. "The Justice of the Peace managed that… but I suppose it's a necessary evil… Damnit."

Dianne doubted that, he could've stunned her more had he struck her a vicious blow with his fist. She had stood there dumbfounded, staring at him in perplexed disbelief. His words had jarred her backwards several steps, and now she recalled how she'd begun to shake her head as she watched the almost salacious grin twist at his mouth while obvious lust mounted in his drunken eyes.

"Mark…! I-I don't understand… Wh-What're you trying to say…!"

"Trying to say?" he'd repeated, the champagne slurring his words. He chuckled dryly. "A wife I needed… a wife I got. A good politician should have a comely wife… or at least, so think the constituents. It has to do with the image, Darling… pillar of the people and that sort of crap. So… I decided if I had to take on a millstone she was going to be the sexiest one I could swindle, a luscious dream who wouldn't make me sick everytime I fucked her… a virgin preferably, but not necessarily… not too intelligent and not completely stupid…" His eyes had raked her sensuous contours with increasing lasciviousness. "…And you just fit that bill, Dianne."

He was joking… had to be joking! It was all some horribly warped piece of macabre humor and done in very bad taste… and filthy words… dear God! It couldn't be true! Impossible! She'd backed further away from him, gaping in near horror… He was drunk… didn't realize what he was saying! Yes! That was it! She must help him… get him to bed. Sleep… sleep… he needed sleep…!

"You can strip now," he'd said, interrupting her frenzied thoughts, setting the bottle down onto the dresser and beginning to pull at his own clothing. "It's time you started paying for all the luxuries I'm going to be forced to lavish on you, Mrs. Coleman."

She had backed to the bed but caught herself before falling onto it. Then, she saw him stagger toward her causing her breath to catch in her throat, and in confused panic she had dashed to the door, pulling frantically at the knob.

Mark paused and laughed behind her. Too late, she'd realized that it was locked and he'd taken the key! She swung about to face him. He grinned at her loosely, almost evilly, his tongue slipping out to wet his thin lips.

"Strip, I said!"

"M-Mark… my God… no, please… not now… not this way," she pleaded. "I can't… I just can't…"

"A bit late, my pet," he said, a cold cruel grin beginning to play around his mouth. "Way too late for anything but fucking, now…"

"Oh, my God!" she'd gasped, cringing within at the vile sound of the obscene word she couldn't remember ever having heard uttered before this night, and its very significant meaning to her at that petrifying moment, while he continued to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular body; until, at last, he stood before her licentiously naked, his thick hard penis lancing out from his lean, hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torment.

She gaped in sheer disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd grin, began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch and as she stared in abhorrence she thought she detected several drops of white fluid seep from the tiny split at its tip…

"Fascinating gem, isn't it, Darling?" he leered drunkenly, reveling obviously in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to. "I'll wager you had no idea that your new husband was so generously endowed… right?" He laughed lewdly. "Well now… just wait till I slip it into that tight little cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it. I'll tell you the truth, Honey… it's made more than one bitch beg for mercy." He started to laugh again, then, caught himself. "By the way, you do have a tight little cunt, I hope…?"

"Stop it! Stop it!" she had shouted at him, tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, watching the contorted expressions of shock and near-paralyzing fear pass over her wan face in a kaleidoscope of sheer repugnance.

But he hadn't stopped… only continued to grin lewdly at her while she stood as if glued with her back to the door, watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand… the unbelievable thickness of it causing her subconscious to recall his words of a moment before… more than one… beg for mercy… My God, no woman could ever take such a thing inside her… it would tear her legs apart!

Again, he started toward her.

"D-Don't come any nearer, Mark! You hear…? Don't touch me!" she'd managed to blurt at him through her loathing and fear, yet realizing that her words were futile… that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no matter how she pleaded with him… and worse, dear God, that he had a perfect right to do so! She was his wife!

"Are you going to remove those pretty clothes, Darling… or do you want me to rip them off your ass into shreds?"

She recalled how she had stood there completely defenseless, still frozen in semi-shock and near-terror, until he had reached out for her, jerking her to him and clamping her face between his strong hands, his wet lips encompassing hers tightly, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth while the hardness of his prick had gouged into the soft flesh of her belly… then he was stripping her.

She hadn't tried to fight him. As terrified and sickened as she was, she realized the uselessness of struggling. She was his wife and completely at his mercy to do with as he wished. Dear, God, she'd thought, what a monstrous farce she helped to perpetrate on her own self…

"That's my precious little wife," he'd hissed at her. "Come let Daddy prepare you for the fucking of your life."

Once more, she'd cringed at the vile sound of the obscene word he had breathed hotly into her tear-stained face. Actually, she'd been but dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her body, tugging at zippers and unfastening snaps, until the air caressed her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her unleashed, full white breasts, and then she felt her panties being pulled down over the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks.

He'd stepped back then and gazed at her while she closed her eyes and stood, chin high, trying desperately to control the tears attempting to flood from them, near losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her self-inflicted darkness… There was nothing left but shame now…

"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he'd gasped, pulling her against his lust incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his powerful, hairy chest, his hands cupping the round full globes of her buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking staff burrowed tightly into the white softness of her flaccid belly. "You're all that I thought you were going to be… when I watched this tight little ass of yours whip around the office… Damn, how I wanted to fuck that little pussy of yours, Baby… but without benefit of any wedding ring… just flip you onto your back and throw those long legs up over your head… and stuff this cock into that soft white belly until you could taste it…"

"Oh God," she had moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic tingle of excitement his obscene description was arousing in her. And then, he had caught her by the hair, jerking her head back, his open mouth finding hers while his hand clutched and kneaded her left breast mercilessly, pinching and twisting at the nipple, immediately quenching the fleeting passion of a moment before.