This is a unique story about a husband and wife, written from two perspectives under two different titles. This one is about the man who thought his sex life became ordinary and scripted to the point of boredom. Its companion story is titled "I Just Wanted to Get Fucked". I suggest you read them both chapter for chapter and gain some insight into why people who love each other end up cheating. Like I said it is Unique, and I hope you enjoy hearing both sides.
I Just Wanted to Fuck
Chapter Five
Jen's journey continues
After I woke and got my wits about me, I headed for the coffee maker, but it was empty. Brian didn't have coffee before going to work, So I filled it and waited those tormenting minutes for it to complete making a pot. As I waited, I tried to assess my condition and remember what had happened, or what I had done. I was dressed in a floor length nightgown, one that felt new, and I didn't recognize. I was sore anywhere I could be sore, then I heard a voice in my head correct me. "You hurt everywhere a whore can hurt, and it's only proper." I remember a foggy image of cock after cock in every place a man could shove one, and then new ones taking their place. I remembered being taught to be silent no matter what was happening. I also remembered electric shocks being delivered to every sensitive part of my body, and my nipples and clit being pin he'd so hard I almost passed out. I had to figure all this out, so I made my coffee, went to my bedroom, put down the coffee and stripped in front of my full-length mirror, to assess the condition of my body.
To my surprise and embarrassment, my tits were black and blue and had bite marks on them. My nipples were swollen and purple with small scans where I apparently been bleeding. My pussy was stretched and distended, and my asshole was no where near as tight as it had been. I could easily slide two fingers in it without any lube. My thighs showed black and blue marks and every bit of me hurt, but something was different. I was clean, and I don't mean quick shower clean, I was spotless clean. My body had lotion put on it and I was powdered all over. That's when I heard a voice behind me.
"Admiring your work like a true whore would, I like that."
"No Master, just trying to make sense of yesterday."
"There's no sense to be made. You are a whore; you did what your master wanted you to do. And you will do it again anytime I ask you to."
"Yes Sir, I guess so."
"No guessing about it, it's not your job to think. Your job is to suck and fuck, nothing more."
"But my life master?"
"This is your life now whore. Nothing else matters except pleasing Men and letting them use you."
"How did I get home, cleaned and dressed sir?"
"I brought you home and had some people come over to clean you up and tend to your bruises."
"Thank you, Sir, but what about my husband?"
"He wasn't home yet, so I had you fix him a plate, write him a note that you were sick, and he never knew a thing."
"I should get showered and ready for work Sir."
"The only thing you should do is come over here, get on your knees and suck my cock, whore."
"Yes Sir."
As you suck me, I'll tell you all about your day today."
"Thank you, Sir."
"You learned a lot of lessons yesterday, and I expect you to follow them. You are almost complete, with just one more thing to do before you graduate as a fully owned whore. First, you're going to call in sick from work again. I'm going to take a picture of you bruised body and blur you face. You going to send that picture to a co-worker you trust to show why you're not at work. Now don't worry, that person WILL show it to your boss, and he'll give you time to recover. They will all think your husband did that to you and you will have all the sympathy you need to take a few days off. Do you understand whore?"
"Umm hump."
"Then you and I are going to spend the day together with you showing your commitment to me. Then We will both sleep to get some rest for tonight. Then I will wake you, bathe you, and I will have someone here to put make up on your bruises. Of course, you'll have to lick her cunt in return, but that shouldn't be too much of a chore for a whore like you. Then we will leave for your graduation party, and you will show the world what a full-fledged whore you really are. It's going to be a spectacular night. Now,lets see if you remember your lessons from yesterday."
Master grabbed my head and pushed it all the way down on his massive cock, but instead of choking or panicking, I Just took the whole of it in my mouth and past the entrance to my throat. He held me there and I quietly waited for him to let me up to breath. I can't remember ever doing that without choking and thrashing around, but here I was perfectly quiet and at ease. After about ten seconds he pulled my head off his cock so that I could take a deep breath, then pushed me back down, swallowing every inch of his manhood. This time he kept me there for longer, but again I didn't panic or choke, I Just enjoyed having his cock so far inside of my throat. Then he pulled me off and gave me my instructions.
"Now spit on the head of my cock because it's going to be the only lube you get. Then turn around and lower your asshole onto it and take it all in the first stroke."
With him still sitting on the bed with his legs spread, I did exactly as instructed expecting great pain in taking him fully in one movement without lube. But to my pleasant surprised it slipped right in, and it felt good. He was right, I am now a whore, and I can take anything a man gives me and enjoy it. Now I was riding that huge cock like a pro, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm.
"Now play with your clit, and I don't mean gently bitch."
I knew what he wanted so I started furiously rubbing and tugging at my once oversensitive clit. I was a whore, using just my legs to go up and down on his cock in my ass, and I was abusing my own clit to get to an orgasm.
"If you cum before I tell you, I'll make sure that clit hurts more than you can imagine."