Inspired by a “friend” in the UK, that I will call UKRob until he gets registered with Literotica.
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The sky outside the window was black and threatening, but nowhere near as dark and ominous as the atmosphere in Katrina’s bedroom. She was standing in the center of the bedroom, hands grasped tightly behind her back as her husband, David, screamed and yelled profanities at her. She had recently discovered the joys of cyber erotica and had gotten hooked on exchanging email with a man in Europe. The email had become hot and steamy and she found that she loved to read them over and over. That was proving to be her undoing. David had found them on the computer and wasn’t taking them lightly at all. As a matter of fact, he seemed furious and surprisingly insecure about them.
After ten years together, they were both still attractive people. Katrina had always taken great pride in her appearance and thought she looked really good for a woman in her thirties. Her body was still firm, thanks to a strenuous aerobic workout five days a week. Her red hair was still fiery, without signs of gray and fell way below her shoulders. She knew that David was also proud of his physique. He would often brag about how he was in so much better shape than most men his age and Katrina had to agree with him. He still towered above her and was firm in all the right places.
He’d lost a little of his hair over the years, but she still thought of him as one of the sexiest men alive. Katrina knew that the almost ten year gap in their ages, had made him insecure in the beginning, but over the years he had seemed to realize that she loved him. He had seemed so self-assured and confident that she belonged to him.
“You fucking computer slut!” David screamed at her. Snapping her back to the problem at hand.
“Admit it bitch, you want to fuck this guy, don’t you?”
“You want his cock buried in your pussy, don’t you?” he growled
David wasn’t as furious as he was letting on. If the truth were to be told, the email had gotten him highly aroused. He’d been somewhat upset when he opened them, but after reading all of them, a plan had started to formulate inside his head. Sex with Katrina was terrific… hell, most men his age would give up everything for a woman like her. Yet lately he had found himself wanting something more, his interests had started to branch out and just having her wasn’t enough anymore. He had been having dreams about watching her be taken by other men and had developed a strong interest in a more forceful coupling.
Katrina was a beautiful woman and knowing that he owned her was a strong aphrodisiac. To think that he could share her and still have her completely bound to him was a fantasy he had been looking for a way to fulfill. The email from her “friend” in England had given him an idea and he had instantly decided to act immediately upon it. However, he could never let on to her what he had planned. It would water the whole fantasy down, not to mention he wasn’t sure that she would go for it if she knew, hence, the scene being played out in their bedroom. David had decided to appear outraged and then while she was nervous and unsuspecting, start his plan in motion. She had to be punished for her indiscretions and his lust over reading the email had to be satisfied.
“Read it!” he growled at her, throwing the printed email across the room at her.
“David, please…don’t…don’t ask me to do that” she wept. Trembling from the fury of his words and the black expression on his face, she slowly bent down to pick up the papers. Never taking her eyes off of him, she picked them up and slowly returned to an upright position.
“Don’t? Don’t what? Don’t punish you for cheating on me with this bastard? Don’t rip your fucking throat out for shaming me? Don’t what Katrina?”
“Don’t make me read them David. Please, it isn’t what you think. It’s all pretend, it isn’t real to me. I love you David.” She whispered, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising in her face and unable to keep the sound of fear from her voice. She was completely oblivious to how aroused he was and how her words were stroking the fire that burned inside of him.
“NOT REAL! Not real you say. It seems pretty fucking real to me. It also seems pretty obvious that I have let you get out of hand lately and now I’m in serious need of fixing that problem. Take off your fucking skirt and come here, you need to learn who is the master of this castle once and for all.” He growled as the excitement built in his groin.
