Judith, who everyone called Judy and who was my wife, didn't know that the mentioning of another man's name while we had sex would crack the mental cover I had worked so hard during my pre-puberty and early teens to construct around a dark side of my personality only a handful of people knew existed. The first time it emerged was when I was twelve and I almost killed another boy. I was in the sixth grade at a new school and the school bully decided I would be his next victim for terror. He was an eighth grader, fourteen, played lineman on the middle school football team, a foot taller than me, and ninety pounds heavier. He picked on me for a solid two weeks before I couldn't take it anymore and fought back. It looked like from the beginning he was going to whip my ass good, but when he hit me in the face and bloodied my nose, I zoned out and didn't and don't remember what happened next. My next conscious thought was being held down on the ground by three grown men, the principal, the school security officer, and the head football coach.
When I had calmed I could hear sirens and was led to the principal's office and told my parents were on their way. My parents arrived and asked me what had happened. I told them all I remembered and they questioned me to see if that was all I remembered or if I was lying. When they were satisfied that I wasn't lying, they let the police talk to me. It was one of the officers who asked me if I remembered knocking the bully to the ground and beating him unconscious with my book bag that had all but one of my books in it. When I said no, he asked if I remembered carrying him over to the monkey bars, putting his right arm over the bottom bar, and jumping on it; breaking it in two places. I told him no. He asked if I remember laying the bully's head across that same bar and getting ready to jump on it before the principal tackled me. I told him no. He then asked if I remembered the principal, then the security officer, and finally the football coach all three having to hold me down to keep me off the bully. I said yes to that question. The police questioned me until my father, who had called a lawyer friend of his, said that I was done answering questions unless they were charging me and we were going home.
I stayed out of juvie only because the bully had started it and there was enough evidence to prove it. I had to enter therapy and it took the therapist a month to get me mad enough to go into that state again. I only remember trashing the padded room because he showed me the video tape. Without outside intervention, I was in an uncontrolled rage for eight minutes before I collapsed in a corner and either passed out or went to sleep. I awakened twenty minutes later not remembering a thing. The therapist used all his knowledge and every anger management technique he could find to teach me before I was able to shut my dark side completely away. Judy's cheating on me had punctured that covering and invited my personal demon into our marriage. She had already felt a bit of my anger on the night she blurted out another man's name during sex between us and another on the day she had sex with him again even though I pushed her into it.
I still loved her, but the dark side of my personality wanted to cause her the same emotional pain she had given me and I couldn't control it like I had in the past. I don't know where the idea originated and I fought it for three months, but in the end gave in and moved from having an idea to putting it into action.
"Take your clothes off, slut!" I ordered Judy the Thursday before Memorial Day weekend as soon as I walked in the door. Judy hurried to comply with my command.
"We're going to re-arrange some furniture and you'll not argue about it, understand!"
"Yes Brock, whatever you want is fine!" My beautiful wife answered me standing there in all her naked glory. I could see a sparkle in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, and the slight hint of moisture between her legs which told me she was getting aroused.
"One of your dressers has to leave our bedroom so we can move the armchair from our den into it! We may have to move the bed around also!"
Judy and I moved the big dresser with most of her under garments and nighties from our bedroom across the hall to the mostly empty spare room. Together we wrestled the armchair up the stairs and into our bedroom. It fit nicely in the corner the dresser had occupied without us having to move the bed.
"Finish getting me hard so I can fuck my pussy, bitch!" I told Judy when we were finished and after dropping my pants.
The biggest smile came over Judy's face before she hurried over to me, dropped down on her knees, and eagerly grabbed my semi-hard cock before placing her mouth around it. She only had to suck on my dick for a couple of minutes before I was completely hard.
"On the bed spread-eagled, now!"
Judy rushed to our bed and jumped into the middle of it, assuming the position I had ordered her to get into. I climbed onto the bed got between her legs, bended them back toward her chest and sank my erection to the hilt inside her with one powerful stroke. I began stroking in and out of her with long but hard strokes.
"You're so much of a slut that the punishment I've tried to bestow upon you has only turned you on and made you a bigger slut! I've been fighting the urge to hurt you like you hurt me, but it's too strong! Tomorrow night you going to come home, get cleaned up, then watch me get ready to go out. You'll sit naked in that chair until I'm home and watch whatever happens without a word. The only reason for you to leave that chair is to go to the rest room to urinate or defecate. YOU WILL NOT PLEASURE YOURSELF IF WHAT HAPPENS IN OUR BED TOMMORROW NIGHT TURNS YOU ON! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"Yes Brock, I understand! Please make your slut come! Please, you're right; the last few months have been the most exciting and sexually fulfilling for me since my teens! I am a slut and have always been one, I just wasn't admitting it! I'll do anything you want, watch you do anything you want, and never complain; I swear! I love you! Now pound me and make me come!"
I began to really slam her pussy after her confession. We came together at the same instance after ten minutes of my pounding her. After I had shrunk and fell out of her, I left the bed to shower.
"Go finish dinner while I shower, Judy. I love you too. I'll be about twenty minutes, okay?"
"Yes, my darling. Dinner will be ready when you get to the table."
I showered and put on a robe before going to the table. Even though I had told her our bedroom was the only room she had to be naked in at all times, Judy had begun going naked throughout the whole house. She was naked except for an apron when I got to the table. We ate dinner in silence and when we were finished I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes.
"Judy, you know I still love you right?"
"Yes Brock, I do. I love you more and more every day! I meant every word I said in our bed room!"
I stood and held out my hand to her. I led her back to our bed where I made gentle, caring love to her. She came twice on my dick before I spurted my second load of semen deep into her pussy. We cuddled together whispering terms of endearment to each other as we caressed each other tenderly. I went to the kitchen to put our dirty dishes in the dish washer while Judy showered and started them when I heard Judy exited the shower. Judy joined me in the living room where we watched TV together until bed time. Nothing more was said about the next day.
I came home from work and ate a light meal with Judy. She had gotten home before me and was so beautiful from her shower and with only a tad of make up on. I had second thoughts about my plan, but that dark portion of my personality that had been let loose took over and I began to clean up in preparation for the evening. I shaved and showered before dressing in Judy's favorite set of clothes she had picked out for me when we were shopping at the mall earlier in the year; a salmon colored shirt with dark blue pants, black socks, belt, shoes, and light blue blazer, but I didn't wear a tie. I saw a small hint of hurt in Judy's eyes, but she didn't say a word.
