The following story is about a very, very dominant sexy older wife completely controlling her husband. There are scenes of forced pussy and ass eating, snowballing and dominant creampie eating.
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Brad Riggins shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was naked in the bedroom, arms tied behind him, feet tied to the legs. Between his thighs was his pathetic cock, locked into a chastity device. Around his balls was a small vise, achingly tight, his nuts pressed practically flat in the torture device.
Before him stood Liz Riggins, his wife of 45 years, dressed in stunning long black cocktail dress, split up the sides to reveal her beautiful, tanned legs and high-heeled shoes. She never looked more beautiful.
His cock tried to stiffen painfully. She smiled at him.
"This is the price you pay, my dear," she sighed, combing her silky hair, so blonde it was nearly white.
She had caught him cheating with his secretary, revealing a long-time affair and others as well as Brad was caught up in confession when she confronted him with it weeks earlier.
Confession. The word raced through his mind now, recalling it wasn't so much confession as it was extraction. And torture. Liz had found out about the affair and didn't tell him, until she'd convinced him to play a game with her. She'd tied him to the bed that night and he played along, eager to explore this sudden side of her, one he'd never seen before.
She tied him down, naked, and placed his balls into that small vice, tightening it until it hurt. He begged for mercy as she leaned over him, smiling darkly, twisting the handle. She was naked, her delicious 65-year-old body shimmering in the dim moonlight shafting through the window
"I know all about you and Linda, Brad, it's no use pretending you don't know what I'm talking about," she had said plainly, watching him grimace against his bonds, his balls feeling like they'd explode as she twisted the vise handle tighter, relishing his anguished screams. "Tell me all about it, husband, or you'll never have use of these again! Not that you will...with me, anyhow..."
He squealed and told, babbling on about the affair that had started 10 years ago with Linda. Satisfied with that, she turned the handle again, grinding his nuts, making him scream, his body writhing into the mattress, covered with sweat.
"Tell me about the others, Bradley," she snarled, leaning over his face, teasing him by draping one of her saggy tits in it, the thick nipple scraping over his screaming mouth.
He did, babbling madly as he told her about the others over the years, meaningless one-night stands mostly, until she could barely turn the handle anymore. She sat back, releasing his balls from the vise and allowing him to freely breathe again. His nuts ached like they'd been hit repeatedly with a bat.
"I will not divorce you, I will not give you that satisfaction, that freedom," she said, untying his hands as he watched her, his face a mask of pain and confusion. "But things are changed, as of now."
"Liz...please...please, dear, I just..."
He never finished. She knelt over him and rammed one slender, sexy thigh to his already agonized balls, over and over, making him howl in pain again, his body so racked with pain he couldn't resist. She smiled darkly as she continued to ravage his nuts with her pumping leg.
"You have NO say, Brad!" she snapped, now leaving a bony knee on his nuts and twisting, driving them into the mattress. "You only listen."
She outlined her intentions, and there would be no arguing them. They would stay married. They would never have conventional sex again. He was to break it off with Linda and remain faithful to her.
"Your fucking privileges are lost, with others and especially with me," she said. though it was doubtful he'd ever get to fuck his wife again. And I will fuck whomever I want, whenever I want, and sometimes you will watch and do what I tell you to do, sometimes you will not. Now that you are about to retire and sell your company for a sizable sum, you will give me money whenever I want for whatever I want. Is that clear?"
"But..." he started to say as he pulled himself off the bed to face her.
His balls went flat again, this time courtesy of Liz driving one of her muscular old thighs into them. He hit his knees in a huff before her. She grabbed his hair and bent his head back, her angry and confident face inches from his.
"The only time...the ONLY time you will get release is with my permission, in my presence and by your own hand, is that understood?" she barked. "And I will have free sexual reign to bed whomever I want, whenever I want. And actually, you sad sack of shit, I have been since I found out about your affair! With men, younger men, MUCH younger men - including some in your company! How do you like THAT, my darling?"
She looked down at his crotch. His cock, never prone to full hardness in his later years, particularly now as he pushed 70, was starting to harden, despite of and, they both realized, because of her abuse. She smiled.
"Pity we hadn't thought of this years ago," she sighed, nudging his stiffening dick with her foot, pushing his balls up into his crotch. "But then again, we wouldn't be having this fun now, would we?"
"But Liz," he groaned as she continued to push at his tender balls, feeling his dick stiffen above them, dripping precum on her foot. "I can...change...I have changed...I won't...please...I know I've been bad...but..."
"There are no buts, Bradley," she snarled, purposely spitting into his open mouth. "Except for this one, whenever you are told..."
She turned around and presented him with her ass. It was milky and white and slightly saggy, but very shapely, quite shapely for a woman of 65 years. She spread the cheeks in her long, bony fingers. A tuft of hair ringed her asshole. He looked at it, realizing he'd never seen it before in 45 years of marriage.
"You never liked oral sex with me, Bradley, despite my requests over the years, and goodness knows, you would never deign to licking my asshole," she said, backing up into his face, pinning his head against the nearby wall. "But it's not a request now. It's a command."
She slithered her cheeks around his face, that hairy ring at his nose. It was musky and ripe and not terribly clean smelling. He blanched. She pressed harder, taking his nose deep inside.
"Smell. My. Asshole," was her command.
Brad was never one to not be in charge. It's the way he ran his life, his business, his sexual affairs.
And now he had no choice but demur to his demanding wife. She held his life in the balance, his financial life, his sexual life. If she chose to pursue divorce, it would be messy and costly.
And now, he realized with certainty as hard as his dick was struggling to get, he'd miss her. He'd miss this new version of his old wife he now wished he'd had all along.
He gulped and inhaled, breathing in the fetid, musky scent of his wife's oily asshole as it closed around his nose. He nearly gagged from the smell and the situation as she pressed and smothered him harder.
"Lick," she snarled, moving her hairy rectum off his nose and to his mouth.
He was aware of the tears in his eyes, the wetness from them coating the soft, creased flesh of Liz's milky ass pressing against them. He couldn't see. He could only taste, the bitter tang of her asshole coating his tongue as it trembled inside her gripping asshole ring. She forced him to clean her for a solid five minutes, until she was satisfied and pulled off his face. She turned to face the whimpering old man kneeling on the floor and laughed.
"You are so pathetic," she said. "Your cock, your ridiculously small, worthless cock, is trying to get hard, but it really can't can it? And if it did, what do you have to offer me, four inches at best? Oh, Brad my love, all those younger lovers, all of them have such. Bigger. Cocks."
He looked down at the small nubbin of soft meat between his pasty thighs, and then back up at her.
"Please...please Liz...don't..."
The slap hurt as her hand crashed across his face. What it represented hurt far more.
"Get out," she growled. "Not out of the house, but downstairs, to the spare room. The small spare room with that uncomfortable bed you force guests to sleep in. That is where you will stay from now on. Go."
He did, stumbling downstairs with an armful of clothes she tossed at him, telling him he'd move there properly in the coming days. He lay on the lumpy mattress, now wishing he'd spent money on a better one before. Before this. Before this transition.
He slept fitfully, tossing and turning and thinking. He got up the next day and went to work, running his company and eyeing the handsome young men who worked there, wondering who'd fucked his wife. His shame and anger and hurt consumed him.
Liz didn't speak to him for days after that, going about her business, he about his. He wondered where she'd go during the days and at night and never asked, even when she came in at two or three in the morning, quite drunk and seemingly satisfied and happy.
He waited for her to play her next hand. And he broke up with Linda, who did not take it well. She quit her job and threatened him with a sexual harassment suit, unless he settled on a large sum. He'd started to tell Liz about it one night but she stopped him.
"Email me," she snapped. "I want it on record."
He obeyed, on his laptop in his tiny guest room of the giant house he'd paid for. She responded the next day.
"Pay it," Liz told him. "That means less for me, but the poor woman deserves it for putting up with you and that shrimp cock of yours for the last 10 years."
And now he found himself naked in the chair, the chastity device locked around his soft cock and his balls in the vise. It had a lock. Liz held up the key that night as she dressed to go out and stood before him looking classy and elegant as always, her silky blonde hair brushing her shoulders.
"I won't be long," she said. "I'm just picking up a friend to bring home for the night."
