We've been married for 9 years and things had become dry. I was self-conscious about my body and had been rejecting him more and more. We had tried to spice things up, by trying new things and buying some toys, we experimented with BDSM a little and I liked it. But still, somewhere along the way our sex life became a low priority for me, which of course was a mistake since I knew he was a sex addict when I married him. It was part of what I loved about him.
I found the messages on his phone, from multiple girls calling him 'baby'. (I wasn't snooping; he had just gotten lazy about hiding his phone from me.) At first of course, I was angry and felt betrayed, but even more so, I was scared that I was losing him, if I hadn't already. I didn't let him know what I had found. I wanted to think about this for a while.
Something stirred in me. An ancient survival instinct took over, some deep need to reclaim him and to let him reclaim me. I was so aroused, more than I had been, possibly ever. The next evening, I seduced him. I wore a skirt with no underwear and let him know it as soon as possible. I let him tap away on his phone while I sat across from him with my feet up on my chair, exposing my pussy to him, while I tenderly touched myself, spreading my lips and tapping lightly on my clit. He looked up from his phone, an eyebrow raised. I could tell he was confused, but he still responded, though hesitantly at first. This was so out of character for me. I saw something in his eyes change; a switch went off for him too. He was completely going to take advantage of this. Then, he took over. I was no longer in control of this situation.
He told me to go pick out the toys that I wanted to use. I went to the bedroom and did as he told, picking out a lot of things we hadn't used much, and lay them on the bed. I went back to living room and told him I was done. He went to inspect my choices and brought them back with him. He wasted no time. I was kneeling on the sofa and he sat beside me, fingering my pussy. As I started to squirm, he started pumping anal lube on the butt plug we had recently bought. He told me to lean forward a bit and slowly started pressing it into my tight ass. He made me sit back on my feet, essentially holding the butt plug in with my heel. I slowly bounced up and down, enjoying the full feeling, while he rubbed my clit with his thumb and fucked my pussy with his two fingers. A familiar feeling built up and I told him he was going to make me cum. He asked me if I could come again later if he let me come now. I didn't know if I could, but it was too late. I couldn't answer him before my pussy juices flowed over his fingers as I came and moaned his name.
I tried to address his growing need but he refused to let me put his cock in my mouth, or even touch him. Instead he started to pay attention to my big tits, sucking on and pinching my nipples, making them grow until they were big enough for him to clamp the nipple clips onto. Bright pink feathers hung from my nipples and I enjoyed the pain. He made me turn over on my hands and knees, pulled the butt plug out and fingered my asshole a few times. Without warning he spanked my ass cheek really hard. Just as I inhaled sharply from the shock, he spanked the other cheek even harder. I cried out in pain and that just urged him on as he continued spanking me.
He'd spanked me before, to my delight, but he usually took time in between smacks to rub my sore ass until the stinging subsided before the next spank. Not this time. He didn't seem to care that I was flinching and squirming away. At one point he stopped to sooth my red ass, rubbing the marks he'd just left, but then he forcefully grabbed my arm and repositioned me back to where I belonged and started spanking me again, faster and harder as punishment for moving away. This time I tried to stay still, but cried out with every hit. The dangling feathers swung violently back and forth pinching my sore nipples even more, as he spanked me over and over.
Finally, he stopped, seemingly satisfied that I had learned my lesson, though he hadn't told me what the lesson was. My now red ass was stinging so bad and this time he didn't rub it to sooth the pain. He made me sit up on my knees. He kissed me hard while his large, strong hand clasped around my throat. He squeezed, cutting off air flow, and bit my lip, hurting me, biting my cheek. I was getting light headed and felt my vision going dark and he let go, allowing me to take one deep breath before squeezing again. The strange mix of sensation, my burning ass cheeks, my closing throat, my swollen lip was causing juices to flow from my aching pussy. I hoped he would take me then.
As I was about to lose vision again, he released my throat, pushed me onto my back and dove his face into my wet mound, licking me expertly. I wanted more inside me and felt desperate to have his cock or at least his fingers inside me. I tried to reach for his hand and push it towards my needy cunt. He slapped my hand, lifted one of my legs to my chest and spanked me once, hard, then went back to administer the best clit licking I had ever received. He seemed to know when I was close and backed off a bit. I was aching for relief and with my leg pressed up into my chest; he licked hard, then pressed the flat of his thumb over my asshole, causing an instant orgasm to shatter through my whole body.
Two orgasms. I'd never been able to have more than one. I was drowsy with disbelief and I knew he was keeping track too. I thought it must be time to give him relief, so I tried again to move so my mouth was over his hard cock. He pushed me away again.
"I'm not done with you yet."
"What? No I can't. It's your turn."
