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Part 1: The Wife
You knew when I came home last night that something was wrong. I wasn't my usual jovial self, but I spoke little, and my answers were curt. It was after supper when I mentioned what was wrong.
"I found out about you flirting and having cybersex. I believe ArtGravity is the one you've been with?"
You remember the shock on your face and your speechlessness. You didn't know what to say or how to react.
"I discovered the chat log on the computer. I didn't know you weren't happy with our marriage. I didn't know you felt the need to cheat on me."
Finally, you found your tongue, "No, honey, no! It was just fun and games. I would never cheat on you."
You saw me turn and start to walk away. You ran to me, grabbing me, begging me to forgive you. You had seen the hurt in my eyes before. Now, when I turned around, you saw anger. You had never seen me mad at you before.
"I am incredibly hurt by this. Perhaps I should leave," I said.
You begged me to stay, pleading and crying. You saw me turn away from you, heading into the bathroom, closing you out. You collapsed outside the door in a panic, crying. You heard me take a shower. When I finished, I opened the door and looked down at you. I picked you up, somewhat roughly, and looked deep in your eyes, "You want to make this up to me? Simple. Tomorrow, you will do anything and everything I tell you to. You will not question, you will not complain, you will obey. Do you understand?"
You could not agree fast enough. I walked to the bedroom to lie down. You laid down beside me, our backs turned to each other. I heard you crying. You felt me roll over and hold you against me.
You were up late that night crying, hoping that the next day would find my forgiveness. When I was about to leave for work, I woke you up, "Okay, today we will see how things go. I will be home a little late from work, about 6 PM. I want you wearing nothing but your terry cloth robe when I get home. Understood?"
You sleepily nodded yes, and I left for work.
Now it is approaching 6 and you are wondering what I have planned for the evening. You know the robe is one of my favorite things to see you in, with it barely covering your sexy round ass and usually showing quite a bit of the cleavage of your large, firm breasts.
You hear me walk in. You turn and see a package in my hand, then see my face. My face is hard as stone, and I see you panic for a moment. I set the package down and push you against the wall. Your robe nearly falls open and you see me lustfully gaze upon you. I turn you around, grab your waist and forcefully pull your ass against me. My left hand then heads between your thighs to rub your pussy and massage it hard. My right hand reaches inside the robe to squeeze one of your breasts, my thumb brushing hard against your nipple.
I feel you breathing hard, and I wait until I feel your pussy get wet. Once I do, I slide my fingers to rub your clit hard, and I feel you moan for me. Your ass starts to rock and you realize that under my jeans is a hard, fully erect cock. You try to turn, but I pin you to the wall.
My middle and ring finger slide into your pussy and I start fucking you, my palm slapping against your clit. You know I am playing your body, using you, and you cannot resist me. Your feel your body warm, your nipples harden, and your body desire release. I bite down on your neck and suck hard, then whisper harshly in your ear, "I want you to cum for me. Do it."
Your body responds, and you release, juices flowing down my hand and your thighs. I feel your body relax a little, and I help hold you up. I turn you around, and your smile disappears when you see the serious look on my face.
"Oh no, you're not even close to done. Tonight you are going to be my love slave. You will do everything I desire. And if you perform tonight as I wish, I will not leave you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," you humbly reply, realizing that this evening is not going to be an easy night.
"Good. Now, come into the bathroom. We are going to shower before we go out tonight."
"We are going out?" you reply. I nod sternly and press you into our bathroom.
Your robe comes off instantly, and I make you help me remove my work clothes. You can sense the smell of me from a long day of work, a musk I know you enjoy. As you remove my pants and underwear, my cock stands fully erect. I see you eye it with desire, but I make it plain that you are not to touch it without my express instructions.
We get into a warm shower and I hand you the sponge and body wash, and instruct you to bathe me. We have showered together before, but I have never made you work alone. You start as I usually do, shoulders, arms, chest, and working your way down. You try to spend too much time on my cock, but I tell you to move on. You have me turn and you wash my back side from shoulder to heel. I take care of my hair. I step out to let you take care of yourself.
When you come out you see me waiting in the bedroom. I have set a sexy pair of stockings, matching garter belt, and stilettos on top of the package I had brought home, "You will wear these items and nothing else. Take care of your makeup as you see fit."
You put on the garter and stockings, then open the package. Inside you find a very sexy black dress. The material is soft on the inside, but has beads sewn into the outside, making it sparkle. It is not much of a dress and leaves little to the imagination. It is a short skirt, barely covering your ass, with two wide strips of cloth coming up to tie behind your neck. It is completely backless, and the front is a giant V. Without a bra, you have to be very careful that your large, sexy breasts do not slip out.
As you take care of your hair and makeup, you see me dress in black slacks, a dark blue silk dress shirt, and black dress shoes.
When you finish, I set you in front of the mirror, with me behind you. You love the way I look, but are shocked at yourself. The outfit would be classy if it covered a little more. But you know that anyone who sees you in this dress will have no problem undressing you with their eyes.
I lead you out to the garage, where we get in my Mustang. We drive downtown to a large hotel. You assume that I am taking you to a room there, but instead, we head to the restaurant inside. We take a table near the center, and you can feel the eyes of every lonely businessman looking you over. Several turn to me and smile, wishing you were with them instead.
We order from the southern menu, fajitas and Mexican beers. I watch as you eat, turned on by the sexy woman in the sexy outfit. Your breasts bounce with every motion, and through the glass table, I see your sexy legs crossed, trying to hide the fact that you are not wearing panties.
As we finish supper, we head into the club on the other side of the hotel. As we enter you realize it is very dark, and remember that this club has a reputation for wild parties going on and people not reporting anything about them.
I take you on the dance floor, and dance close to you, our bodies pressed together. You can feel my hard cock through my slacks pressing against your hips as we grind together on the dance floor. You try hard to control your body, but your nipples start to get hard and your pussy wet, knowing that our sexual escapades are not finished for the evening.
After a few dances, I take you to a dark alcove with two loveseats. There is no one there, and I sit down. However, instead of letting you sit with me, I tell you to kneel at my feet.
I pull out my hard cock and instruct you to bend over and suck it. I make sure your ass is in the air, and exposed as you do. You are reluctant because anyone can walk by and see us.
You begin to suck my cock, trying to look around. I grab the back of your head and push you down, forcing you to focus on me and not gagging. I push your head in a slow rhythm, fast enough to keep me hard, slow enough to prevent me from advancing in my lust toward cumming.