Mark was only human; it was all he could do to stay motionless in the door watching as she begged him to use her for his pleasure.
"Baby, please fuck me. Use me, FUCK, give me your cum, I'm your slut to use baby. Pleassssseeeeeee!" the last word drawn out as she came with another thunderous explosion.
Vanessa knew what Mark wanted and spun around to face away from him, the shaft of the first dildo wedged into her stretched, drooling cunt. She reached down and could feel her labia stretched obscenely around the girth of the invading prick. Slipping the lubed head of the second dong against her swollen clit made her scream with pleasure. Setting it aside for the moment, she slid her fingers across the tight little bud of her asshole shivering as she knew what would finish the rest of Marks resolve.
She dropped a large dollop of lube on her fingers and pressed them against her opening, reveling in the sheer eroticism of the act. Vanessa slid a finger into her ass, feeling it press against the shaft buried in her twitching cunt. Unable to contain herself, she added a second followed quickly by a third finger, rubbing the thin membrane between her two openings. Just as she was considering adding the forth finger, her body spasmed, her eyes rolling up in her head as she came close to passing out.
When she came to, her hips were swiveling trying to shove more of the dong buried in her pussy deeper, unable to scratch the itch that only Mark had ever satisfied. She looked at him hungrily wishing he would give in and fuck her until she couldn't walk. She could see his beautiful cock pulsing in the confines of his jeans and his breathing was coming in gasps.
"Goddammit Mark, fuck me you bastard! Please baby, I can't take it any more."
With that, she lifted up, poised the second cock against her lubed asshole, and slowly wedged herself down, screaming as she shoved herself as far as she could go. She stayed still, adjusting to the stretching and started fucking both cocks at the same time. All she needed now was for Mark to fill her throat and she would be in heaven. She could see his hips shifting ever so slightly, watching HIS wife fucking herself for HIS pleasure.
"You motherfucker, get over here and fuck my face. Jam that big cock down my throat baby. Please feed me that cum. Fuck I need you Mark."
Mark had expected a lot of things, but never this. Anger, shame even embarrassment, but what the fuck was this, he wondered. He glanced up for the first time, straight into the camera in the corner that he and Amy had set up to head off any charges that Vanessa might have tried to bring up as a result of her punishment. He knew that Amy was watching from the garage after pulling Vanessa's car in and locking down the building.
Vanessa had another screaming orgasm and slammed down on what had become the torture devices lodged inside her. She had to keep going, had to please her husband and lover. She wanted him to take her any way he would, all she wanted was his touch. Anything, even a paddle, as long as he was the one wielding it, was what she craved.
"Mark, baby, please look at me." She saw him with his head back, the way he stood when he was trying to sort what was in his head. "Sweetheart, just let me hold your hand, please." She saw him look at her and for the first time since she walked in the door, she saw the Mark that she had fallen head over heels in love with and had given herself more completely to than he would ever know.
Mark moved like a man fighting himself, and he literally was. His head was screaming at him to throw the bitch out of the house and his heart was shredded by the pain he saw in her eyes. It turned into a raging debate with one side screaming to remember what the cunt did, and the other just staring with wide eyes at the fragile creature sobbing uncontrollably. He walked that mental tightrope for what seemed an eternity.
There was human nature and then there was "Mark" nature, and as far back as he could remember his human nature had always taken a back seat to the Mark side. Human nature was screaming for him to protect himself, but the Mark nature, his heart, was begging him to relent and help the lady that held his essence inside her. He felt himself irresistibly drawn to his knees, his hand reaching to smooth her hair back.
When Vanessa felt his faint touch, her heart soared. She finally felt whole again and felt her heart over-flowing with relief as she sobbed harder, but it was happiness instead of misery. She felt his hands shaking as they pulled the dildos out, pulling her to his chest and carrying her to the softness of a mattress. He undressed her, cleaned her up and managed to get her into the only thing available; the shirt he was wearing. He sat with her, holding her hand until her sobs quieted and she passed into a dreamless sleep, never seeing the tortured look in his eyes.
When he left the room, he pulled on a t-shirt and left a voicemail at Vanessa's office saying she wouldn't be in for a few days, and then left another for his department head. They needed to talk.
Mark walked out and headed to the garage. When he entered, he saw Amy with her back to him sitting in his desk chair. As he tried to sneak closer, intent on scaring her like he had countless times before, he could see that she had one hand under her shirt and the other moving inside her pants, soft moans covering any sounds of his approach. He stopped and held his breath afraid to disturb her. Maybe it was all of the events of the day breaking down his defenses, but he noticed for the first time how gorgeous she truly was.
Amy was more the all-American girl-next-door in contrast to the smoky bombshell that was Vanessa. If the ladies were cars, Vanessa was a Ferrari and Amy was a Corvette. She had shoulder length dirty-blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail focusing his eyes on the graceful curves of her throat and neck. She had what were probably b-cups with nipples that were standing up like fingertips. He couldn't see it right now, but he knew she had great legs and an ass to match. She had been a cheerleader in high school and college and had kept the bubble butt that seemed to fill her outfits, oh so well.
Amy had been watching the events unfold, her emotions running the gamut from anger to fascination to lust; and could see why Mark was drawn to his wife. Vanessa was a sexual tempest surrounding a fragile core of vulnerability that had drawn Mark in like a moth to light. She had always known that he had an enormous capacity for nurture and love, but had never seen him act so conflicted. Her eyes were drawn to his growing erection and expanding wet spot as he witnessed Vanessa's punishment, at first incredulous that he could get excited with what had happened, then the same feelings at how he could possibly restrain himself in the torrent of sexual energy flowing from his wife.
Amy continued following the progress of Mark's internal battles, surprised that she found one of her own running in parallel. She had always had feelings for Mark, but thought that it was from her helping him through so many of the trials that had afflicted him throughout his life. When they met, he was a gangly seven year old rolling in the dirt trying to beat up the bigger, stronger nine year old Jack, who had insulted Ms. Jenkins, Mark's second grade teacher. Amy had stepped in then and had been in his corner every step, filling in as the big sister that he never had. He and Jack had become best friends and between the surrogate siblings Mark had made it through things that would have crippled most adults, let alone a child, transforming himself into one of the finest men that she knew.
Mark appeared as a confident and outgoing man, easy to get to know and able to talk to anyone, but the Mark she knew was insecure and intensely private. Amy could count on one hand the number of people that he had ever let inside his armor, of which his mother and uncle were two. However, once inside, he would stop at nothing to try to help those that he had befriended and had taken responsibility for in his mind. The stubborn, self-sacrificing Mark was fully present as he shifted from avenging demon to guardian angel before her eyes, bringing her feelings flooding into focus with a startling clarity, scaring her with the intensity.
He must have made a noise, causing her to turn her head. When she saw him she froze for a heartbeat before launching herself into his arms, attacking his mouth with her lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth in a frenzy of passion feeling her control slip away as his tongue fenced with hers. When he sucked her into his mouth and started lightly nipping, she moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed by the passion coursing through her.
She had her arms around his neck pulling him to her and was stretched up on her toes trying to reach his mouth. He reached down, grabbed her ass and pulled her up to his waiting lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him as they continued in the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced.
