Julie stood in her slacks, her legs backed against the bed, her misshapen bra displaying her breasts. On her face her husband's drying load of cum was mixing with the handful of tears she had shed due to the pain of his hands in her hair. She smelled his semen on her, mixing with their sweat in the air. Just a couple feet in front of her Frank stood ogling her, his eyes crawling across her flesh and her swollen nipples. She felt him devouring her with his eyes and saw the lustful pleasure in his face. She felt her knees shake a little, felt them threaten to give out on her as her passions grew even more. Her bottom lip quivered and her aching sex throbbed as he stepped closer.
"Oh yes, you liked that. You liked having your mouth fucked," he sighed heavily. "I can see it in your face. Yes I can. It shows. Your face shows that you're horny. That you got horny from sucking my cock. Yes it does."
She knew he was right. Not only that his treatment of her had effected her as he said, but that her face told him so. They had been together too long for him not to recognize it. For him not to know the flushness of her skin, the hunger in her eyes, the heaviness of her lids, the slight droop of her lip. With this knowledge came a sense of shame in her that she recognized but did not understand.
"Take off your pants," Frank suddenly ordered, keeping her from dwelling on the emotion.
His instructions sent a wave of fear through her. She knew her pussy was extremely wet with her desire and she did not want Frank to see that. It was one thing for him to know she was aroused by looking at her face, but it was a whole other thing for him to see the extent of her arousal. She was not sure how it would look. How she would look.
Her fear caused her to hesitate and Frank was not in the mood to let her.
"I said strip, Bitch!" he growled impatiently.
With shaky hands she slowly undid her khakis and slipped them down her hips. A few new tears slipped from her eyes.
"I didn't say your panties!" Frank barked at her.
Startled and confused, she froze for a moment. When her mind put sense to his words she pulled her panty's waistband back up to her hips. Then she finished pushing the slacks down. Kicking them away she straightened again, standing before him. She watched him ogle her, felt his eyes crawl across her flesh, down from her swollen nipples to her wet crotch.
"Oh shit. I knew it... but..." he grinned broadly.
She knew what he meant, knew what he saw. Her panties matched her bra, it was actually a lacy, red set that he had bought for her. The bottom's side straps rode high on her hips dropping down between her legs where they barely covered her. She knew that the small patch was stained dark by her juices and that her labia had swollen to stick out from beneath the material. And she knew this was just as clear a display of her towering lust as her fully exposed pussy would have been.
"Fr- Frank. Please," she sighed not even sure why herself.
As if on cue he stepped up, standing inches away from her with a mischievous grin curling his lips. She felt the heat of his body radiating against hers, felt the air between them being warmed. Then both of his hands raised up to each cup a tit. His fingers squeezed, molding the fleshy mounds. Hot flaming bolts shot through her, charging into her loins and dousing her passions with more fuel. The days activities had effected her more than even she realized. Her normally sensitive breasts seemed to be masses of raging nerves, every single one of them a delicately burning arousal point.
"Ohhh. Ohhh-Ughhh," she moaned, her eyes closing and her chest pressing into his hands.
Both of her swollen nipples were clasped between fingers and pinched. Again the mixture of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves of passion rolling through her.
"Ohhh-Ughhh," she cried.
"Maybe it is the same sucking my cock as those other men's," he whispered at her. "After all, you sure are wet now."
One of his hands released her tit and quickly slid down to dive between her legs. It cupped her aching pussy and the palm bumped against her clit. The bolts of electricity which raced through her nearly made her collapse. The flames within her loins blazed toward the sky and she felt an orgasm peak from the edge of its release.
"Ohhh Frank. Ohhh God Frank," she whimpered.
Her head fell back. Her hips jutted forward, pushing her sex into his hand. He chuckled at her as he stood cupping and rubbing her panty covered mound and handling one tit.
"Ohhh God Frank. Ohhh God," she panted and moaned. "Oh, Honey. Oh God, Honey."
The hand on her tit flew up to fill itself with her hair once more. Giving her head a twisting jerk he brought their faces inches apart.
" 'Honey'? You're calling me 'Honey'?" He scoffed. "Don't even, Bitch. Just don't... Not now... Not... now."
His hand continued rubbing her pussy. She felt the material of her panties being drawn up further between her lips. Pulling back on her hair again he forced her neck to bend. Then she felt him nip her flesh with his teeth just above her collarbone. From that one point thousands of electrical pulses shot along her nerves, down to her loins to fan the flames already raging there. She felt her hips jerk, pushing her pussy into his hand harder.
"Ohhh. Ohhh Yesss," she moaned.
For a few minutes they remained like this. Frank nipped again and again at her throat while his hand dug at her ever wetting sex which she pushed into his fondling touch.
"Ughhh," she whimpered when his hand dropped away.
The grip in her hair loosened and she straightened herself to peer at him through heavy lids. In his face she saw him struggling with something for a brief second before the previous fire returned.
"Get on the bed, Slut," he growled. "And get your fucking panties off."
His instructions were accompanied by his hand pulling her head back sideways before releasing her hair. Staggering, she fell more than climbed onto the bed. Once there she scurried up to the pillows and rolled over onto her back even as she hurried to pull her panties down off her legs. While she was doing this Frank walked around the bed to her nightstand, giving her an idea of what he had in mind. She felt her already raging flames grow hotter with this thought as she laid back on the bed, her legs automatically spreading themselves open. Her crotch shined with the wetness that had seeped from her, her swollen labia were red with her need as they parted to expose some of the pinkness beneath. The temptation to reach down and play with herself was powerful, but her desire to continue hiding something from Frank was still stronger so she did not.
Only a couple feet away she watched her husband pull her nightstand drawer open and reach inside to start pawing through the items it held. This was where she kept her collection of toys which they had accumulated over the years. She liked most of the various sized dildos, but some she adored. The mere thought of what some felt like made her pussy quiver with anticipation.
"Let's see, let's see," he mumbled as he sifted through the selection. "What do I want to use on the whore? Which one?"
Lifting a small, pink one he tossed it aside a second later. Next he held up one that was eight inches long. When he turned it on the air was filled by the sound of its strong vibrations. Shutting it off he tossed the toy onto the bed next to Julie and returned to his searching. Next he pulled out one of her favorites. This one was nearly ten inches long with a girth of two and it had a lump near the base that settled against her clit when it was stuffing her.
