My Wife Cheats, And I Love Her More For It Ch. 06
Who would have thought that finding out my wife was the company whore would be so liberating and rewarding for me. In the past days, I've gone from shocked husband to fucking more women than I had before I was married and, on my way, to being very well off financially as well. Just a few more pieces of the puzzle to fall into place and one was this gorgeous redhead standing in front of me was one of them.
My mind working, I grab the woman by the throat, her hands grabbing mine trying to make me release her, as I back her into the wall. Her eyes begin to bulge and water as I bring my face to her face. I begin to lift her up the wall, and her eyes begin to roll as her feet leave the ground. I let go and her limp body crumples to the ground, her body shaking as she begins to breath again.
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
She looks up at me from the ground, like a scared animal, and just nods in the affirmative as she still deeply inhales air.
"you, whatever your name is, are going to help me tie up your husband and then if you're good I'll let you go." I say as I pull her roughly to her feet from the floor.
"Faye, my names Faye." She says without looking at me.
"Well Faye, we need a few things, lead the way." I say as I walk behind her, giving her gentle pushes to move her faster.
Faye leads me to a bedside table in the master bedroom. She hesitates to open it, but when she does it exposes a large array of sex toys, including several pairs of handcuffs and ball gags. I grab a pair of the cuffs, sliding the key into my pocket, before I quickly slap one cuff on Faye and pull her toward the solid metal frame of the bed and attach the other cuff.
"Don't want you running off, while I deal with you husband." I say as I grab the second pair of cuffs and a ball gag and head to take care of Frank.
After securing Franks hands behind his back with the cuffs, and the ball gag in his mouth, I return to deal with the beautiful Faye. My cock already throbbing after getting rough with her, starts to really stir in my pants as I enter the bedroom, seeing her standing cuffed to the bed post. I can't help but notice her hardened nipples poking like pencil erasers under her flimsy summer dress. I move to her, and grab one, between thumb and forefinger and pinch it hard, making her cry out, as my other hand goes under the hem of her summer dress and runs along her soaking wet panties.