Sarah was on the bed, sitting on her knees and clutching a blanket. She was holding it in front of her like a shield, as if needing to hide. Sarah was smiling at me, however, looking up from behind the blanket with those bright green eyes. She had just been pinned down and fucked by Brad for the second time in a month, which she obviously enjoyed. At that moment, it seemed like she was enjoying my reaction even more.
Brad didn't just fuck my wife tonight. No, he made it very clear to me that Sarah was his woman, and he would use her how he pleased. Brad called me a pathetic wimp, and I responded by violently removing him from our home.
I didn't have the experience or vocabulary to categorize any of this. Words like domination, submission and cuckold held no meaning at all for me. What I felt was an intense love for my wife, a need to take her back and make her my own woman again and a dark jealousy that another man had reduced my wife to his submissive little slut. It fascinated me to no end that Sarah enjoyed it.
Brad was gone now. History. And I told Sarah that now I would make her MY whore. And she smiled.
I climbed on the bed and snuggled in behind her. I wrapped my arm around her chest to hold her securely, and kissed her lightly on the neck.
"You are a little whore, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am..." Sarah was smiling, almost beaming now.
"You love to be taken and fucked"
"Yes..."
"You want to submit completely..."
"Yes...yes...yes...."
I continued kissing her neck and ears, holding her tight to me. I reached around and cupped her mound, using my middle finger to probe my wife's hot slit. I Coaxed her swollen lips open, pulling her hood back just enough for me to massage her clit directly.
"I want you to be MY sexy little slut now, baby...."
"Yeaaaahhhhh ..." Sarah's eyes were closed now, her body writhing, trying to grind into my fingers. I wouldn't let her get her release. Not yet.
I dipped my fingers deep inside of Sarah, and I felt her tight little muscles clench around my fingers. She was sloppy and wet and had dripped onto the bed below. I pulled my fingers out and saw them glistening with her juices and a few small globs of Brad's cum. I held her firmly by her long brown hair, leaned her head back into me, and I began painting her lips and face.
I was much larger than Sarah, much stronger, and until this night it never occurred to me how much sexual power I potentially held. I looked across the room into a wall mirror mounted above our dresser, and my Sarah looked soft, beautiful and oh so innocent. My strong arms were wrapped around her body. She appeared so vulnerable. Sarah parted her lips and accepted the strange mixture of her and Brad's juices into her mouth, relaxing back against my chest. My wife, my own hot sexy little slut.
I told her she had been a good girl as my fingers worked her clit toward a very deep orgasm. Her sweet face was calm but focused. I marveled at her smooth skin, sensuous red lips. It's amazing what you notice about your girl when another man has had her. It's like seeing her for the first time. I rocked her gently and rubbed her pussy up and down its full length. I kept whispering in her ear what a sexy little girl she is and how much I love her. She came then, sighing sensually for me, settling back into my body.
We spent the night together, wrapped up in each other. I told her that I wanted both of us to call in sick the next day and to spend the day together. She agreed.
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When we woke the next morning, I asked her a question that I hoped would set the tone for the day.
"Do you trust me?"
Sarah smiled, bouncing happily in a way I hadn't seen for a good long time.
"Yes, completely. Do with me what you will, sir," Sarah responded playfully. Sarah was not acting very submissive. She was just...happy.
We both called in sick from work and arranged for day care for our daughter. The day certainly held promise, and we went about our necessary planning and arranging efficiently. Despite our long marriage, this felt like a first date.
We hopped in the car and drove to an upscale lingerie shop, and I picked out some of my favorite pieces: Thigh high stockings, a fishnet bodysuit, a ruffled mini-skirt, see through red panties and more. Every article of clothing a promise of a different fantasy fulfilled. It was a fun, lustful spending spree.
We then headed for the seedier side of town, to a sex toy store that attempted to present itself as upscale but fell well short. We walked in and looked around cautiously. I picked up a large 10-inch realistic looking dildo, and smiled at Sarah. She mockingly smiled back and made an "ouch" expression, a not-so-subtle hint that it might be too large. I bought the dildo anyway along with a small bottle of lubricant. We also purchased a thin vibrator, a pair of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain and metallic handcuffs. I really had no idea at that point what I was going to do with any of them, but the fact that they would be readily available was enough.
On the drive home, I prodded Sarah some more about Brad. I saw with my own eyes how much she enjoyed sex with him.
