J Watson - The unfaithful wife

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.