J Watson: The unfaithful wife

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!