Proper Marriage 2 - We're Not Alone

Disclaimer and info:

The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish.

Descent of the MC is accompanied by suspicion too.

If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this series is not for you.

If you like things to evolve fast, you still may want to look for another story.

I suggest checking the tags first.

All characters are fictional and over 18.

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We're not Alone

I accepted the life I have; I can almost say I wouldn't want this any other way. Not anymore.

Almost, because life isn't limited to this house only.

It's not easy to go out after being beaten by your wife. She doesn't always hit my face but when she does, it's hard to find some excuse for those faint bruises, while explaining them to your friends. Not that I have many friends left. But it happened a couple of times.

And, we have neighbors.

They probably never hear or witness my occasional molestation, since the houses are apart from each other. Since I never have the guts to talk back at Victoria, they never see us having an argument either. At most, they see her talking angrily while walking ahead of me time to time and I learned to act as if I'm not the one she's angry at.

The ones on our left side are almost the exact opposite of us. The beautiful blonde wife is about our age but the husband is at least 20 years older than us. They are the opposite, because we have witnessed Marvin insulting his wife Wendy a few times and I can swear that scumbag beats her up.

In a way, that sounds way worse than my case.

I don't see Victoria as a 'scumbag'. And even if she's stronger than me, she's a woman. In Marvin's case, it feels clearly illegal.

Our neighbor on the right is a single guy, who lives alone.

He's probably a good looking guy, from ladies' perspective, about our age. He brings hotties home time to time and I've seen him staring at Victoria a few times.

Either he is not aware of her aggressive character or he must have an inclination for unstable women. Otherwise, I see no point for him to stare at her, considering those hot women in hot dresses, while Victoria doesn't care about her looks.

Victoria almost lives in the same clothes when she's not at work.

She has her loose short-shorts, her open heel slipper/sneaker like shoes, a loose t-shirt long enough to cover her shorts. Sometimes she looks like she wears only a t-shirt with nothing below. So, it has to be her behaviors which get his attention.

This could also be about her toned, beautiful legs and her perfect skin. Or, he could be thinking that she's not wearing anything under that lousy t-shirt.

I could be jealous about him but...

In an interesting way, Victoria hates the guy. She walked to his house a few times telling him to turn down the music or turn some of the lights off in his garden. She's obsessed with him and every time she gets angry at him, I pay.

But as I said, I'm getting there, developing a need for her stress relief.

I almost learned to find being reprimanded or physically hurt by her arousing.

Maybe it has something to do with the sex following those troubled moments.

She gets extra horny those days. Or, vice-versa. She creates a problem and makes me pay for it when she feels raunchy, before dragging me to our room.

I was talking about our neighbors, sorry.

In a more interesting way, Victoria has a very friendly communication with Marvin, while ignoring Wendy completely.

I can't forget the day when Marvin and Victoria were talking about the new family across the street. When Wendy said "They look like nice people", Victoria looked at her, then at Marvin in a very annoyed way. And Marvin turned to Wendy and said "And now you have ideas? Like you would know! Get some cold soda or something to Victoria."

For a moment, it was like I was looking at myself, when Wendy blushed, looked at Victoria, turned around and walked in the house. Her fear for Marvin was nothing like what I felt for Victoria.

I can't forget how submissively she brought the soda to Victoria, as Vicky smirked, without breaking eye contact. If I didn't pity the woman, I'd definitely get hard seeing my wife act like that. If I was that woman, I'd get wet.

But my mind was busy with other things. The resemblance.

If I was the one who interrupted Victoria, it could be me who was put in his place in front of the neighbors, walking in the house as a demonstration of my spouse's superiority and control over me.

Since then, I am extra careful when there are people around.

But what really bothers me is when Marvin and Victoria are having a conversation, she behaves like she did when we were dating. It makes me feel like they are the couple while Wendy and I are their employees or such. Like second class people, assuming Wendy was no different.

That's not just about jealousy. It's not like that. That's also humiliating.

This creates an urge to act timid around him as well.

As if Victoria would make me pay if I offended or annoyed him in any way. Even worse, he could talk down on me and Vicky could nod her head and watch me swallow his words.

This thought is too disturbing.

They respect and admire each other, while I and probably Wendy feel like props around them.

I know what Victoria does to me is beyond humiliating. But she owns me to the core and I learned to be Ok with that. It feels like my purpose in life to belong to her, to live for her appreciation.

Maybe because she has sex with me every night. Or, because deep down, I accepted that she deserves to be the leader in this marriage, owning me rightfully. As if she reshaped me. I'd be lost without her; that was my new shape.

She treats me like that and I swallow it, since I have some sort of a weakness for her, both sexually and by her conditioning. Even in the worst cases, I learned to feel safe when I have my face buried in her crotch.

If that was her plan, she succeeded. When you think about it, it's not that irrational. There's a cause and effect in this cycle. Maybe that wasn't my life goal but still...

Feeling safe after getting molested and satisfying her. Because she gets calm after that.

But, could Wendy have similar reasons for staying with him? Maybe she's scared to do anything about that, just like I was in our first year.

At least I was getting owned in bed good.

Anyway. Enough with the backstory.

I'm home and Victoria is not back yet. I see Wendy in her garden.

"Hey, Wendy. What's up?"

"Hi, Kevin. Fine. You?"

"Eh. I woke up late this morning. I..." I realize what I was talking about.

"Oh, bummer. Did Victoria get too angry?"

Oh, she knows my situation. Is it that obvious?

"Why? I mean, why did you think like that? Did you witness her getting angry before?"

"To me, yes. But Marvin always talks about her. That she's tough as a brick. That she knows how a marriage works, how to make it work. How important a short leash is, in a marriage."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. Please don't tell her" she blushed just like that day. She had to feel too ashamed, just like me.

"I won't. I..."

Hearing those, I feel even worse. For a second, Wendy seemed like someone I could share my feelings with. Since we are both in similar situations.

"I don't know how your marriage is. But I have a feeling that you're afraid of your husband too, am I right?"

"He doesn't beat me, if that's what you're asking."

"No, of course not" looking at her, still doubting her answer, I feel embarrassed. I hope she doesn't know Victoria beats me time to time "I mean..."

Then Marvin's car stops near us and Wendy says "Ok, later" scurrying to his car, to help with the grocery bags.

While Wendy's carrying them home, Marvin follows her, hands in his pockets, staring at me. I go home.

A few minutes later Victoria enters through the door.

"Are you deaf? I've been honking outside!"

"I didn't hear, I was..."

"Marvin was waiting for me outside. He told me that you were talking to Wendy. He wanted me to remind you that he doesn't like that."

"When? Why? I mean, I just said hi."

"You are warned; get the bags from the car."

When I go to the car, I see the exact same grocery bags that Wendy was carrying. I guess jealousy is a stronger feeling than fear. I quickly take the bags home.

"What are these? I mean Marvin had the same bags, five minutes ago. Were you shopping together?"

"What's with the attitude? What are you implying?"

"Answer me!"

It's not possible to control my feelings; after all I'm going through for the sake of 'perfect marriage'. There's more in this reaction, it's not just jealousy.

"Kev, calm down or I will make you regret this. First of all, yes. We had a coffee and made some shopping at a place he suggested. I wanted to buy good stuff for you to cook. And, I can understand you being jealous of me, I can even find this cute. But it doesn't explain the way you just talked."

"What? Is it normal that you meet with another man outside? To have coffee?"

"Yes, it is."

"A minute ago I was scolded for talking to his wife!"

"He doesn't want you to talk to her. I have no problem with you talking to her."

"The guy who goes to have coffee with my wife doesn't want me to talk to his wife?"

She just looks at me, without a single reaction. I know she's aware that my logic is solid. But she doesn't care. She keeps looking at me as if I'm having a hysterical tantrum for no reason.

"I don't want you to talk to him then. No, not 'then'. I always hate that you talk to him. The way you talk to him."

"You're talking silly. I'll take a shower. We can eat, let's say, in an hour."

When she's walking away, I still try to solve that impossible equation she put in my lap.

There's this guy who doesn't find it appropriate for me to 'say hello' to his wife and he forbids me to.

There's also my wife who doesn't care if I do but she warned me not to, because he doesn't want that.

Then, there's me. Who doesn't want that guy to 'say hello' to his wife. And my wish is 'silly'. This only shows one thing. Status...

Apart from the irrational parts in any equation we have, I have a feeling that this contradicts with anything she taught me.

I still feel angry but now I realize that she was too calm.

She didn't put me in my place; she didn't smack or insult me. Wait! She didn't reprimand me for not preparing breakfast.

Shit! She's calm!!!

I can only think of one reason for that. No. Two reasons, chained together.

I feel my scalp sweating.

Guilt. That has to be it. And, good mood. As in she always has after...

Ok, the problem seems to be deeper than I thought.

I was dwelling on their conversations or going to a cafe together but if what I think is true, they're already past that point.

There's no way I can stand up and accuse her, depending on my reasoning. How can I say 'You forgot to slap me for not preparing breakfast, so, you're cheating me'?

Like any loser would, I even feel a bit lucky that I don't have any evidence to accuse her like that. Because, if I did, I would feel obligated to confront her.

Having no doubts would be enough, if I wasn't afraid of her. Or, I needed this to be not true.

I feel like those wives, who know their husbands are cheating them but they are too afraid to ask. Or, the way they prefer to act stupid to protect their marriages, their shitty status-quo.

It's not possible for them not to get suspicious when those rude guys come home with flowers or in a good mood.

I know I'm not like them. At least, I know I mustn't be like them. If she's doing such a thing, how can I live like this? And, I also know that I have to try and find out. I don't want to, but I have to.

Besides, Victoria didn't care enough to buy me flowers.

At night, after dinner, she wanted to go to bed early. She didn't neglect me but I was extra observant to understand if there was anything different with her attitudes.

There wasn't.

She made me prepare her by letting me lick her pussy for a short time, as usual.

She pushed me on my back and straddled me, check. She does this at least once a week. Besides missionary. Never doggie.

She pinched my nipple, which is one of many things she does to inflict pain on me, to show me I'm hers to play with. Also, this gets her horny, so, check.

She came as she was saying one of those things she liked to say, such as 'that's it, do your best to pleasure me', 'satisfy your wife, your caretaker' or 'you are my..., I'm your UNHHH...'

That is also almost a routine, reminding me what this sex represents. What I am to her, her to me.

Making me feel like my purpose in life is to give her this satisfaction and pleasure, in return for...

For what?

Adopting me like a dog? Keeping me safe? Providing for me? What does that 'caretaker' mean? I was making more money before she made me quit my job...

Not that I disagree with any of those. I just don't know what she has in her mind.

Maybe those words are her triggers to reach climax when she's having sex with me?

Anyway, reminding me that it's my duty to show my respect and appreciation to her genitalia, check.

Straddling my face to make her cum again while talking.

This is a bit different. It's hardly even optional.

But I like this part. I feel totally consumed by her.

The way she talks and the action can't fit together better. 'Show me how fortunate this feels for you. Show me how much you rely on me, need me. Show it to my genitauUNHHH...'

I don't know why but this may be the best part of any of our night activities. I wish it was part of our routines.

She made me love and respect her pussy. Anyway, this kept happening starting from our early days, I can assume that it wasn't weird or new.

Tonight my mind was a bit occupied, so I didn't cum in our intercourse.

When she was done, she reminded me that this is not acceptable.

She gave me a speech as she lied on her back, when I was once again kissing and eating her pussy between her legs.

"I don't know how to read into this. I don't want to think that you weren't completely focused on me. I won't even consider you not desiring me.

All I can think is that you can't get enough of me and you wanted to prolong this. I know you want to show your devotion and desire for me but it's not acceptable."

She held my hair and made sure I was looking in her eyes for the rest of it.

"I set our routines for a reason. This is something instinctive. For example think of the wolves. The alpha eats first, while the others wait; then it's time for the beta to feast on the leftovers. UNHH..."

She didn't cum this time; she just liked it when I was unintentionally kissing her clitoris. She seemed to like this so much, probably because of her perception. A display of my respect to her clitoris, the genitalia of my leader. It's still unbeknownst to me why I'm not running away from this lunacy, moving to another town, changing my name and so on...

"Anyway. In our case, you have an obligation to provide. Your orgasm is part of this ritual. It is not part of your feast, it's mine."

She waits for me to nod, to see that I agree.

"After I have mine, only then, it's your turn. After my demanding genitalia sucks the life out of yours, extracting your juice of life, your seeds. After I am satisfied, seeing your task is successfully completed. Yes, my satisfied lady parts become the leftovers from my feast. That's your food."

How incredible was this speech? The way she was telling me those, I would kill to feast on her scraps, the leftovers she was describing. She smiles in a subtle way, seeing that I understand her very well, licking my lips, showing my hunger for her.

"Only then, it's time for you to celebrate your 'little' victory on it. From now on, I want you to taste that success on my vagina too, since you seem to fail understanding its importance."

This speech was new.

Does she mean that I need to taste my cum as well? To see that I deserved to eat? What I accomplished? My 'little' success? From her pussy? Is that why she never lets me pull out to cum? Is she using pills?

And, wait...

How stupid could I be? How on earth couldn't I think that? I was worrying for a bunch of stuff, ignoring the main thing.

Ok, I need to find out what's going on. That suspicion became even more disturbing, in a very vivid way. Fuck!

But I didn't notice anything different, taste-wise. She wouldn't do such a thing, could she?

I would notice something strange there, wouldn't I?

I'm trying to remember if there was a pattern. For example, the days she was extra calm when she returned. Or, some occasions she forgot to reprimand me, to my surprise. When she rode my face or let me eat her pussy more than usual.

When she had confusing new ideas or descriptions about our marriage...

Like this wolf thing.

I can't be sure.

I remember days like this but I have no idea about the frequency or similarities of those days. This means, I will be observing for some time, to have more information.

That means I will be living in this new level of hell, without making her suspicious. And, I don't want to go down on her before making progress. At least, in suspicious days. But I still don't know what is suspicious or not.

There's a great chance that she's having an affair, I can't ignore that. She loves when I cum in her. Her last words are another proof that she wants her pussy to feel the ejaculation during sex. So, I can't assume other relieving stuff. Relatively relieving.

Suddenly I realize I have no idea if she's on the pills or not.

Are we trying?

Were we trying and wasn't I successful? Was this about it? No, no. She would have mentioned it. I have to find the pills.

For now, the only clue I might have is when she returns. Which is not a very reliable one but, if she returns in the same time span with Marvin, I will be extra careful.

My life before that day seems like heaven at the moment. So, it shouldn't be that awkward if I say 'trouble in paradise'. Of course just for me, life has to be like heaven for Victoria, since she does whatever she wants.

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After she left for work, I couldn't find any pills. I found a receipt, dated months ago.

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I couldn't do a single online freelance work today, my mind was a mess. I neglected my daily routines at home as well.

Finally, I found myself busy in the head, on something worth giving a try. Just to clear that fog around me.

It was a degrading effort, especially without a dedicated mindset for the aftermath of success. As in, I still wasn't sure that I could leave Victoria if I had some sort of a reliable proof that she was cheating me.

And, if I don't leave her is such a case, my position in this marriage would be even worse but I already didn't have a significant position to care about, so...

I keep my eye on Marvin's parking space. If he returns short time before Victoria, it's red alert.

Wait, to be sure, let's make it 'before or after'. And I'll give a definite time for that. A 'metric' as we used to call at work. To apply something measurable.

Let's say 10 minutes. What if he stops by a liquor store? I know there's no way to be sure for false negative situations but at least I'll give an extra five minutes. To make sure I'm not experiencing something unthinkable that evening.

My mind is a mess. Especially about that. I need her pussy to be clean. I'm still not sure about my reaction to her affair but this seems to be my red line.

And I can't be sure about how her juices and cum tastes, without any extra contributions in this mixture of fluids. I didn't cum the night before, prior to going down on her; but my suspicion prevented me to register this taste as the 'control group' in my experimental research.