Tina didn't know what had put her husband into such a bad mood that day. It happened every so often, and she had learned not to ask. It only irritated him more. So she bit her lip and tried her best not to struggle as he worked out his anger, her petite little body shaking as he pounded her.
It wasn't the fact that he was using her like that. Tina actually liked having her asshole filled with her husband's long, thick cock. It made her feel dirty in such a mind-blowing way. It was the contrast between having to be such a respectable role model for her students at school during the day, then coming home and getting bent over a table in the evening and treated like a street corner whore that sparked her excitement. She would often slide a finger between her legs and work her pussy as he took her ass, making herself come multiple times before he was ready to unleash his load. Sometimes he'd come inside her, sometimes on her. She loved it both ways.
On most occasions, when she'd let him do with her whatever he wanted, she would first suck his cock which she also enjoyed very much. Once he was hard, he'd take her pussy... fucking her nice and long and hard before moving on to that last, normally forbidden hole. He'd first work her with his finger, giving her a chance to open up a little before forcing that monster cock into her tight hole. The feeling of being stretched open as he entered her would set her mind and body reeling and he'd often wait for a minute before pushing himself in further.
But that's not how it was tonight. No, Steve had come home and said barely a word, pouring himself a scotch and quickly downing it. He poured another, and silently looked her over across the top of the glass as he drank.
She sensed he was irritated, so she waited quietly for him. She had learned the hard way that it was the best thing for her to do when he was like this... not that it would make things a whole lot easier tonight. She knew what he was going to do with her, and not because she was letting him have his way. No, not tonight. Tonight, he was going to use her with or without her permission.
When he had finished his second drink, he put down the glass and moved towards her. Without a word, he unbuttoned her blouse starting at the top and working his way down. He did it in a slow, deliberate way, never looking up at her. His eyes focused only on his work.
When he finished, he slowly slid it back until it slid off her shoulders revealing her nice tits still covered by her bra. He paused a moment, taking in the sight, then slid it the rest of the way off her arms. Without a pause, he then reached behind her and undid her bra. Again, he let it slowly slide down, his eyes glued to her tits as the became completely exposed to his view. With a quick tug, he pulled it the rest of the way off and threw it to the side. She stood before him with her tits exposed, thrust out, and heaving a little as she breathed nervously.
He took a moment to squeeze them, roughly... not gently. With both hands, he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. He still didn't look her in the eyes, his head was tilted down and focused only on her exposed tits. Tina's head spun from the sudden stimulation. She felt a little unsteady and swayed slightly towards him, pressing her tits into his strong hands, wanting him to keep doing exactly what he was doing.
It didn't last long, though. "Turn around," he commanded her in a low, steady voice. She felt the power in it and it made her feel even more weak. She didn't think to do anything except obey him, so she turned to face the counter with her back to him. She didn't turn her head to look back. She knew she was supposed to look straight ahead... he had taught her that before...
"Now, take off that skirt," he said in the same rough voice. Tina reached behind and slowly slid down the zipper, then shimmied her way out. It was a very tight skirt and she had to work a little to get it off. She sensed his eyes on her ass as she did, enjoying the little show she was giving him. When she was done, she was standing there still facing the counter wearing only a very skimpy g-string and her spiked heels.
"The panties," he said. "I want you completely naked."
Tina hooked her fingers in the string around her waist and slid them down. She was a natural tease. Without thinking or even realizing what she was doing, she kept her legs straight and bent over at the waist as she took them off, giving him a sexy view of her now exposed pussy and asshole.
She stood back up, still not turning around to look at him. She heard him move towards her, then a moment later felt his hot breath next to her ear. "Lean forward, slut," he whispered to her. "Put your hands on that counter and don't take them off."
Tina again obeyed. She bent forward and grabbed the edge of the cold marble. With those heels on, she knew that her ass was now sticking up very nicely for his view. She also knew that it put her at just the right height, making herself completely available for her much taller husband to take her from behind.
Aside from when he had taken off her shirt and bra minutes before, the next time he touched her was the slap on her ass. This was not a playful slap. It was sudden and hard. She had probably known it was coming, but it still took her by surprise. An involuntary, "AAAHH!" escaped from deep inside her.
She felt his hand still resting on her where he had spanked her. Her skin burned in that spot, but she also felt the heat rise in her face. It shamed her to be treated like this. But, even more, it shamed her to like this punishment as much as she did. She didn't understand exactly why he did it, but she knew that it involved taking out on her whatever anger he had brought home. She responded by sticking her ass out a little more, inviting him to vent all his frustrations on her.
Steve grabbed her ass with his fingers and roughly squeezed her flesh, pulling her open as he did. She knew that his eyes were focused on her tight asshole and pussy that he exposed to his view. She felt both dominated and vulnerable. He could easily do with her anything he wanted.
The sound of him unbuckling his belt, then unzipping his pants was the next thing she heard. He did it with one hand, keeping the other in the same place on her ass. It was as if he was giving her a strong reminder to do as she had been told and not move. Tina understood and remembered. She didn't move or turn around, even though she had a nearly irresistible urge to see her husband's hard cock as he slid off his pants.
