A couple of hours had passed since he left. My wife was awake, looking at her phone.
"That was assault and battery," I said. "Was it?" she replied, not even looking up from her phone. "I'm gonna file a police complaint," I said adamantly. "Sure, go ahead." She still did not look up from her phone.
A few seconds passed, and I was just dumbfounded at her attitude. "Go ahead and tell the cops that the man your wife invited to your home beat your ass after you charged at him, then made you beg him to fuck his wife; and then, you cleaned your wife's pussy full of cum." She looked up at me finally as she said this.
"I have the CCTV footage. Do you want to take that to the cops?" she said with a smirk, looking at the camera we had installed a few weeks ago.
"I wonder what your coworkers would think if they found out that you knelt next to the couch and watched your wife bounce on another man's cock." "Are you blackmailing me?" I asked, feeling betrayed. "Not at all!" she had a surprised look that had a sense of mockery to it. "If you press charges, the cops will need proof. We have proof. That proof will be logged into evidence and presented in the trial. You don't need me to tell you how easily these things get out."
Fuck! She was right. I was dejected. I cannot press charges. I need to take matters into my own hands.
"Who is he, and where can I find him?" I asked rather aggressively. "My dear, do you not remember how he beat you down when you tried to fight him? You can't do this."
I looked at her with fury. This was the first time in my life that I felt such anger. She was not fazed at all.
"He's going to visit in two days; try to stop him then. How about that?" she said mockingly.
She truly believed that I couldn't stop him. I wanted to prove her wrong.
Two days passed by peacefully. I obviously didn't have sex with her or even masturbate. It was 7 pm. He was scheduled to arrive any moment now. I sat on the couch impatiently. She was in the bedroom, looking at her iPad. I never bothered to ask what she did with that device.
The bell rang. My heartbeat quickened. I started taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I moved to the door, feigning confidence. I opened the door, and there he was. He was smirking as he did before. He knew what was gonna happen. I would not have it this time.
"We are not interested; please never come back here again." I asserted. He kept looking at me, confident as ever. "Fuck off!" I exclaimed and pushed the door.
It did not close; he held it back. I pushed with all my strength, but it didn't budge. He pushed the door open and walked in, then closed the door behind him. I had taken two steps back instinctively. By this point, my wife had heard the commotion, and she came outside. "You're here!" She exclaimed and jumped in his arms. They shared a deep French kiss.
I felt fear. The memories returned to me, and I realized that I'd made a mistake. They continued kissing, and different scenarios played in my mind. I did not come out unscathed in any of those scenarios.
Should I apologize? I probably should, but how? How can I convince--. My train of thought had been interrupted as they had stopped, and he was looking right at me. He wouldn't just let this go.
"So, apparently your cuck has a problem with me fucking you," he said to my wife. "Yes, he said he'd do something. What'd he do?" my wife asked back. "Tried to stop me from entering. How should we punish him for his disobedience?"
My wife shrugged, basically leaving the choice up to him.
He walked toward me. I started stepping backward. My back was against the wall.
"I think we established that you kneel before me." I promptly dropped to my knees, filled with shame that I failed this time around as well.
"You don't have to do this, please," I pleaded.
"That does not sound like an apology to me."
"I'm sorr-"
SLAP!
"What's that?" he asked mockingly.
I felt shame like I never had before. It was overwhelming. I could see my wife behind him, and she did not look impressed with my behavior.
"I'm sorr-"
SLAP!
"What's that?" he asked again.
"I'M SORRY!" I exclaimed.
"Slap yourself," he commanded. "Just as hard as I slap you."
I swung as hard as I could and slapped myself.
"Was that as hard as I just slapped you?"
"No..." I replied meekly.
SLAP!
This one was an especially hard slap because he took a full swing. I fell to the floor immediately.
"That's enough!" my wife said from behind him. "That's too hard; you need to be careful," she said to him.
She came closer and inspected my wound. I had a busted lip, but nothing too bad.
"He's fine, but don't do that again," she said as she turned around to face him.
She had worn a sexy black dress for today's occasion. Her ass was right in front of my face now that she had turned to face him. They kissed again. I did not see them kissing as my eyes didn't dare look up. I could only hear them, and that sound was the most beautiful and painful sound I had ever heard at the same time.
His hand reached down and squeezed her ass. She let out a soft moan, and he gently pushed his finger in her asshole. She moaned louder.
They kept kissing for a few seconds more.
They stopped, and my wife turned around to face me. I still faced the floor in shame.
"Beg me to take your wife in your marital bed, cuck."
Tears had formed in my eyes, but they were not flowing this time around. I knew there was no point fighting this anymore.
"Please fuck my wife in our marital bed!" I exclaimed with a false enthusiasm.
He lifted his hand, and I flinched.
"Try again." He commanded.
