"Ten years, Edward. In ten years, you've never once given me an orgasm. You refuse oral sex, you refuse any kind of foreplay, you pay no heed to my needs, my desires. Only yours."
Amelia stood, dropping her robe to the floor. "That ends today."
Despite the situation, Edward could not help but drink in her glorious nudity. Age had done nothing to diminish her beauty. To the contrary, maturity had only made her more attractive, more alluring. His eyes traced the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. The smooth, flat plane of her abdomen that guided him to the padded mound of flesh just above her cleft.
A mound that was now bereft of hair. "You like it?" Amelia winked. "Just had it waxed. Professionally. Yes, another woman saw my private parts, imagine that!"
Climbing on the bed, Amelia moved herself over him, straddling his face. "Here, take a better look. You've never been this close before, have you?"
Edward's world quickly became reduced to only the view of her sex; soft pink labia poking out from plump vulva.
Amelia parted them with her fingers. "Look, see here? This little bump under the hood at the top? That's my clit, Edward. The part I'm always wishing I could touch while you flounder away over me, but you pin my arms down so I can't move. I have to wait until later, when you're asleep, to take care of it."
Amelia parted her pussy lips further, fully exposing her button. The scent of her bath soap and body lotion filled his nostrils, along with a darker, muskier scent.
"You're going to lick me, Edward," Amelia instructed. "You're going to lick and suck at my clit until I cum. And you're going to make a genuine effort at it. Because if you don't..." The sound of the whip cracking air startled him.
Grabbing his hair with her free hand, Amelia lowered herself over his mouth.
Edward at first still refused to cooperate. The whip thrashing against his hip finally persuaded him to comply. His tongue darted out tentatively to make contact with her flesh. It was hot, salty, and already slick.
Her taste wasn't nearly as repulsive as he'd expected. And despite himself, the scent of her sex quickened his pulse, and he could feel the blood rushing to engorge his now twitching cock.
Amelia was moaning above him as she coached his efforts. "Yes, that's it, that spot right there. Lick it, faster, more intense, more pressure. Steady now, don't change your...oh, fuck, yes, right there, right there!"
Her hips bucked as she rocked over his face. Edward struggled to breathe as she pushed him still deeper into her, his tongue and jaw now aching with their exertions. He was coated in her juices, her... secretions. The thought of it repulsed him, emasculated him, and yet his cock throbbed more urgently with each passing moment, til he felt sure he might actually ejaculate without so much as a stroke.
Amelia, meanwhile, appeared to be drawing close as well, her movements becoming more urgent over him, as did her cries of pleasure. Cries Edward had never heard from her before during their coupling. She sounded wild, brazen. Like those sluts in the videos, the ones he would watch on the computer when his wife wasn't around, then pray for forgiveness while he mopped up the mess.
His wife was creating quite the mess herself as her climax gripped her. Edward had always considered the female orgasm a myth, but the way Amelia writhed over him, head tossed back, eyelids fluttering wildly, her voice a cacophony of high pitched wails and gasps, certainly lent evidence to the truth of it. That and ever increasing amount of sticky residue left behind on his stubbled chin.
With a last, satisfied sigh, Amelia moved off his face. "Finally! It's about damn time! Not bad for your first time eating pussy, Eddie, not bad at all."
Edward growled at the hated nickname, the nickname he'd insisted she was never, EVER to call him by. The nickname his mother had called him. The nickname that made him feel like a BOY, not a grown man.
Still, he wisely held back his anger, as Amelia still brandished the whip. Instead, he forced a smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. If that's what this was all about, then fine, you've proved your point. Now untie me and we can..."
Amelia's sharp laughter cut him off. "Oh, my dear husband, do you honestly think I'm that naive? That after ten years I can't see the rage seething behind your eyes? Oh no, I imagine if I was stupid enough to fall for that, my night would end with a trip to the emergency ward. Or worse yet, the morgue. No, I think I'll leave you right there."
Amelia looked contemplative as she ran the length of the whip over his torso in a slow, lackadaisical manner. "I don't think you truly get it yet, do you? There is no 'WE.' Not anymore. Not for a long time, really.
"When we first got together, I just didn't know any better. We were both saving ourselves for marriage, and I respected you for that, for not trying to pressure me into it beforehand.
"Then came our wedding night. And after, I thought, 'Well, I'm sure it'll get better with time.' And yet it never did. But any time I tried to broach the subject, you just got angry; quoted scripture at me, ranted about the dangers of the perversion of the flesh."
Amelia had been twirling the whip loosely as she spoke. Her face twisted in sudden anger, and Edward braced himself for the blow. Despite his best effort, he could not contain his cry of pain as she lashed out at him again.
"Oh, do shut up, Edward," Amelia snapped. "You expect me to show mercy? How much mercy did you show me on those nights you wanted sex, but I was tired, exhausted, sick? 'It's your wifely duty, Amelia! A godly woman's place is in submission to her husband!' I just thank God I never got pregnant. And, speaking of, it's definitely not MY fault, despite your insistence. My reproductive organs are working just fine, I've been checked several times. But you've refused to have your swimmers tested, haven't you? Why is that, Edward? Afraid you might find out you're not man enough to knock up your own wife?"
"You insolent bitch!" Edward struggled vainly against his bonds, blood dripping from his wrists as he pulled.
Amelia smiled thinly. "Bitch, eh? I'll wear that label gladly, Edward. Because this bitch is done putting up with you and your bullshit."
Amelia threw herself over his supine form, her full, natural breasts pressed to his chest as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "But first, I want to show you something. Something you've been missing out on, all these years."
Edward felt his wife's hot breath on his neck as she kissed him, her tongue and lips stimulating his bare flesh as she slowly moved her way down his body, her target obvious and, despite his impotent rage, quite eagerly anticipating her arrival.
Anger gave way to fear as she reached her destination. "Amelia, please, don't."
Amelia just grimaced at him. "Hmm, those words sound familiar. Where have I heard them before? Ah, yes. Coming from my mouth. All those times you raised your hands to me. Well I'm in charge now, Eddie. So mind your words because now I'm the one in position to inflict pain."
Amelia emphasized the last word by clicking her teeth together in a biting motion just over the head of his cock, her meaning obvious.
But then her lips embraced the almost purple tip. And suddenly all of Edward's anger slipped away, replaced by an unfamiliar yet exquisite feeling. A feeling far different from what he experienced during intercourse. There was warmth, yes, and wetness. But there was also suction, the pressure increasing as she slowly, methodically took him in her mouth.
Edward gasped as his wife gripped him by the root, tugging in tandem with the motion of her head as she bobbed on him. He writhed uncontrollably as she worked, electric current flowing from his already over-stimulated cock to spread through every nerve ending of his body.
