I woke my ex-wife from her emotion-drained sleep, and got her dressed (she said) with an outfit from her packed bag. That outfit was just a typical little black dress. Front-zip. Very short skirt. Fully lined, so she didn't need to wear bra or panties ... unless, of course, she bent over, in which case her legs, butt and vagina were on display. Pretty little cunt. Her boobs were also on display, since the dress had a tendency to fall open when she bent down to get an item off the floor.
She dropped a lot of things, then bent over, right in front of me. Grinning all the time.
I took her to Nati's in Ocean Beach, for a Mexican dinner, followed by a leisurely drive to a lookout, so she could see the skyline of San Diego, buildings and the bay.
She wondered aloud about me being seen with a well-known porn actress and director. I told her I didn't give a tinker's damn about what other people thought, that I was out with a pretty young woman, and that was all that mattered
We didn't talk about stuff we covered that day, as Cyndi had pretty well admitted she'd been a cheating cum-slut for multiple men during most of our marriage, punishing me for ever more tiny insults and looks, many of them imagined. I'd been the clueless fool she'd married. I'd been punished for even glancing at other women, while she fucked other men in ever-more fevered imagined 'revenge'. Many other men.
Finally, she'd punished me big-time for taking care of my daughter (from my 1st marriage) in my hotel room, when I was out of town.
Oh, well, water over the damn dam, I thought. Luckily, pussy is an infinitely renewable resource, at least from a willing woman.
On the drive back, Cyndi looked up at me and said, "Look at me, Stan. Please." She unzipped her dress and pulled back the fabric, displaying all her feminine charms: boobs, waist, pussy slit, thighs. I liked what shows showing me, being male.
I said so.
She smiled a little, then said, "This is what your personal, private slut wears. She likes to show off her body. She loves to have you look at and take her body, too. I know you can't, right now, since you're driving, but I do want so much to make you happy with me, while we're together and I do love using my sex to achieve that. Sluts do that, you know."
We hurried back to my home, where she got out of the car and flipped her dress over on her arm, then walked the hundred feet to my front door, naked, in CFM pumps and nothing else. She was fingering her pussy as I fumbled for the keys to the front door.
Inside the threshold to the front door of my home, she dropped the dress on the floor and kicked out of her pumps. Then, on her knees, there in the doorway, with the door still open and her body back-lit by the porch light, she took my now swollen cock in her mouth and sucked me to climax, swallowing every drop of cum, throat working.
Wordlessly, she held up a breath-mint in one hand, while cupping her boobs with the other, and popped the mint in her mouth. A minute later, I was being deprived of enough oxygen to live, as her tongue and mouth on mine explored my tonsils and vocal cords, while her naked body heaved and thrust against my still dressed one, grinding her pussy and swollen clit against my trouser-covered erection. Her nipples were hard enough to punch holes in cardboard.
We made it as far as the hallway floor (two steps from the front door) and then, with her on the floor, I drove my cock so deep into her I thought it would exit her ass. She took every thrust with ease, grunting obscenities and begging me to fill her cunt with life-juice. We changed position and I got to take her in the ass, doggy-style. I guess I lasted almost 5 minutes to this wanton display of female lust. She repeated she was my personal, private SLUT and she was proving it as often as she could get me up.
A long time later, I had to stand and close the front door. The neighbors sure had a show (she hoped).
We slept the sleep of the exhausted.
Next morning, after breakfast, I wanted to declare a confession-free day, but Cyndi was determined to make herself feel what I likely felt when I was handcuffed to the chair, while she was gang-fucked.
Visibly trembling, Cyndi got three pair of padded wrist cuffs out of her beg and had me put them on her wrists and on each ankle.
I said, looking at her what, pale flesh (she was nude) and obvious trembling, I said, "We don't have to do this."
She just said, voice quivering, "Shut the fuck up and tie me to that wing-back chair over there. Tie my hands up and over the top. Then spread my legs really wide open and cuff my legs to each of the chair legs. OK, ready, start."
I got her hands over her head and one leg about to be tied, when she suddenly lurched up and bolted to the bathroom, where she threw up violently. She retched and vomited, then gargled and brushed her teeth. Coming out of the bathroom, she looked like a lovely, desirable, slutty train wreck, but she demanded that I re-secure her hands and legs.
She was trembling and as pale as I'd ever seen her. Gasping for breath, she said, "OK, just remember. I'm your SLUT! I do sex for you anytime, anywhere, anytime, anyplace, anybody, anyway. Look at me. I'm as far open as a woman can be and still be in one piece. My cunt and ass are on display. My ass is lonely and it needs a cock inside it."
"Oh, God, I'm so scared. Not kidding. This is my worst nightmare. Squirt lube into me. That's right. Get me really slick. Get your dick out and let it get hard and long. Ahhh, I'm so damned scared of being tied and made to butt-fuck.
"I don't even do it at home in my studio. I've never done a bondage scene. Oh, My God, I'm shivering with fear. Fuck me. You're only the second person I've told abut this with, the first was my therapist. You're the first I ever done any fucking sex while I'm tied."
"You're the only man I'm willing to be penetrated by, while I talk. I trust you completely, to fuck me into orgasm, while I'm tied. I'm gonna scream some strange stuff. I can't remember what I say afterward. Drive your cock so far into my ass, I bleed."
"Oh, God, I'm trembling even more. Right now, do me, before I chicken out. DO. ME. RIGHT. NOW. before I faint from fear. I gotta feel it going into me, deep and far. NOW, damnit, NOW!"
I did her, in her ass, just the way she asked, as she screamed, long and loud, between gasps and long, shuddering inhalations. My slut lover was mortally afraid of something, but was determined to show me what it might be.
While I drove my cock in and out of her ass, Cyndi gabbled. She didn't make much sense, some of the time. Just broken up bits about being tied to a chair. Her Dad abusing her. Her Mom punishing her for liking what her Dad did. Rage. Fear. No one to help. Her church pastor only preaching hellfire, no understanding. Her Mom's boyfriends searching the house for Cyndi, while she hid under the house for hours. Re-living her Dad abusing her, 'in her pooper hole'.
Cyndi shrieked out like a crazy woman with a lost soul, and collapsed, just as I shot my load deep into her wide-spread thighs and ass. I released her hands and both of her legs, and put the cuffs away, where she couldn't see them. Picking her up, I laid her back on the sofa and re-covered her with the light blanket.
I wondered if she'd remember what she said. Luckily, I'd had the recorder running, so she could see and hear her self-imposed ordeal.
That explained the Daddy/Mommy comments and some of her issues with trust and punishment.
When Cyndi woke, cleaned up, ate and went back to our living room (still nude), she started again. I couldn't stop her, as she said, in a dull monotone, "Daddy abused me. He took my cherry. Mommy found out a lot of times, but then she punished me for seducing him, which I didn't do."
"Then she 'punished' Dad by having a lot of 'boyfriends' over in the house, while he was working. I hid under the house. Everyone in town knew about Mommy. Still a teen, I got slut-shamed in school and dropped out. My pastor said Mom and I were going to hell. Her guys gave Mom just about every STD there is and some that are known only in tropical countries. She passed everything she could onto Dad."
"They both died while I was just past being a teen. Dad died first, and Mom had him cremated. Then she dumped his ashes into a cess-pool, while she made me watch. Then she went into screaming rages and died a few months later. I think she had AIDS.
"Dad left me some money, so I could cremate and scatter her ashes."
"I ran away from town. I think that's when I deliberately forgot everything about what Dad and Mom did to each other. I just blocked all of it out. I worked, saved, got my GED and then qualified for a scholarship in college."
"I had a lot of boyfriends, but lost them, one by one, when I punished the best ones for looking at other girls and followed that by fucking with all the bad-boy other guys ... just like Mommy did."
"Finally, I got a degree in education, then got certified and licensed, working K-12, which is when you found me."
"But, somehow, I remembered what Mom had done to Dad. I had to punish my man, forcing myself to enjoy sex with other guys. I had to flirt and be sexy to other men, while expecting you to be a damn-near celibate saint."
"Because Dad abused me 'back there,' I couldn't do anal with you and I couldn't swallow your cum, because that's what he made me do to him, too. I couldn't fuck on a chair or on the kitchen table or on the washing-machine or in the car, because that's where he had sex with me. He tied me up a lot."
