"Honey I'm home!" Greg threw his keys on the table and looked around for his wife. The living room was empty. He thought for sure he would find Kathryn passed out sleeping on the couch. It was her usual afternoon pastime. He wasn't really sure when his marriage turn south, but for the last year there was very little communication and no sex. Still, Greg took the "for better or for worse" part of his vows seriously and he was constantly trying to bring the spark and fun back into his relationship with Kathryn. That's why he walked through his front door at 3:30 on a Wednesday afternoon.
He thought about his young wife of five years as he sat down on the couch. She was 19 when they met and full of sexual energy. Always up for a tumble, it didn't matter if it was in the bedroom, the shower, kitchen or city park. She was an expert at giving head and loved to suck cock. He'll admit at 40 years old her youthful exuberance and zest for blow jobs attracted him more than anything else. Kathy was 5'4" tall with clear blue eyes, long silky blonde hair and great 36C tits. She was a cheerleader for her high school varsity football team. In short, she was everything a 40 year single man going through a midlife crisis could ask for.
He grabbed the remote on turned on Maury. Some pitiful woman was screaming that she was sure the man, the twelfth brought on the show, was her baby's daddy. Greg shook his head and got up to grab a a bottle of beer from the fridge. He popped the top and started back to watch someone else's misery. He heard some noise coming from the bedroom. "Great. Wherever she went she left the damn TV on." He put the beer down on the dining room table, walked in the bedroom to turn off the TV and found Kathryn naked on all fours sucking the cock of his best friend David. Her head was bobbing up and down and she was loudly slurping. David's eyes were closed and he had a huge smile on his face.
"You little bitch," Greg exploded. "This is why I'm paying for porn? I jerk off in the shower every morning because you are a frigid bitch with me and your fucking this asshole!"
"Umm ... I could explain," Katie stammered.
"Shut the fuck up. And you," Greg pointed at his former best friend, "get out. Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to see you or your pencil dick again."
David grabbed his clothes and left the bedroom. Greg heard the front door slam while he continued to seethe at his hussy wife. Kathryn was scared. She had never seen Greg this angry before. Still, her pussy was dripping. She was excited at his anger and at being caught.
"We are going to have to teach you a lesson, little girl." Greg roughly grabbed Kathryn by her hair and dragged her to the living room. Removing the belt from his pants he tied her hands to the back of the dining room chair. She was tied to the chair, her ass up in the air. Helpless. "You need to cool off bitch." Greg emptied his beer all over his wife's head, back and ass.
"Hey," Kathy protested. "What the fuck do you think your doing?"
Greg walked around and slapped her face hard. "Shut up, bitch. You deserve everything you get. I'll be right back." He walked to the bedroom and returned with another leather belt. Doubling it, he popped it loudly in the air. Kathryn jerked at the sound.
"You like being on your paws like a dog. I'll treat you like a dog." He lashed out at her ass with the belt. It hit with a loud smack.
"Ow"
"You bitch." Another smack from the belt.
"You little whore." And another.
"Fucking cunt." Again and again Greg spanked his wife with the belt. All the frustrations of the last year of his marriage coming out. Lash after lash after lash. Smack after smack after smack. Kathryn's ass was red and starting to welt. She was crying and pleading for him to stop.
"Stop. Please stop, Greg. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want."
"Fuck you. You want me to show compassion to the little fuckslut?"
"Please ..." she pleaded.
"How about I fuck your ass instead, bitch. Did David fuck your ass, your pussy, your mouth?" Greg dropped his pants and pressed his cock against Kathryn's anus. He rubbed his cock head against her puckered hole.
"Don't. Please don't. I'll do anything you you want." Kathryn begged.
