"Hello Sandra." He said. She smiled, her eyes half closed. She has some idea of what's happening it appears. He walked over to her. He stood there, wondering what to do next. Maybe he should just head home.
But she was so pretty. And he had needs. He felt annoyance bubble inside of him. How dare she try to get out of her duties like this. He removed his jacket and sat on the chair beside the bed. Tapping his foot as he weighed his options. He could head home, have an early dinner. He supposed he could head back out for the night, meet a friend at a bar or find a lady friend to occupy him. But, he didn't really want to do that. He wanted Sandra. She was meant to be there for him. He had gotten quite used to being serviced each night.
Unless.... Would it be crazy to still fuck her as he'd planned? She'd be much more amiable than she has been the last 2 nights. It might be more enjoyable for her, not remembering the pain. He stroked her hand. She gave a sigh.
He was her husband, he had rights didn't he? Maybe she had done this on purpose, knowing she'd be an easier fuck if she wasn't conscious. He stood up and looked down on her. He stoked her face and she let out a small moan.
Yes, he would do it. They were married after all, it was his right to fuck her whenever he liked. He removed his belt and placed it with his jacket.
Hmm, she won't be able to stand by the side of the bed. He pulled back the blankets, then attempted to turn her onto her stomach. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned "Richard"
"Yes dear, it's me, I'm helping you to be a good wife."
"Ok" she said, with a small smile on her face.
He lay her on her stomach and placed a pillow underneath her hips to lift her bottom up, making it easier for him to access. He pulled up her dress and removed her underwear. He was about to climb up on the bed when he remembered the lube in her bedside table. He squirted some onto his cock, and a large glob onto her anus. She gasped. He was rock hard. There was something about using his wife as he pleased. He could do whatever he liked to her.
He climbed up on the bed and straddled her. He looked down at her, her eyes were half closed, her breathing steady.
He kept his eyes on her face as he pressed his cock against her asshole. Her eyes fluttered. He pushed against her, pushed against the resistance, then his knob broke passed it and popped inside. She let out a moan, but otherwise didn't move.
He smiled. "Good girl." He said, "you've finally learned how to be a good wife and take your husband as he pleases."
With this, he pushed in without resistance. It was smooth with the lube, and tight on his cock. He was beginning to enjoy her back passage. He started to pump. She just lay there. Her breathing slightly more shallow than before. He looked down at his cock, the ring of her asshole around it, and he felt the animal inside him stir. He watched his rod pound her hole over and over, her ass stretched over its girth. He was enjoying this. He liked a compliant wife. Maybe he ought to drug her regularly. He pounded again and again, grunting with exertion. He could do whatever he liked with her. Actually, that's an interesting proposal.
He slowed... what would he do if he could do anything? He thought for a moment, then pulled his cock out. There was blood on it, presumably from his rough entrance into her ass. He climbed down from the bed and went to stand by her head. He grabbed her hair snd pulled her face to the edge of the bed. One arm was hanging off the bed. He pulled her face up until her mouth sat there open, waiting for him. She made a small squeak, eyes half shut. She was aware, but not in control. Then he pushed his cock into her mouth. Yes. He let out a sigh. This was so HOT. Fucking the mouth of a someone so, relaxed, was different to what he was used to. There was a lot more teeth for one, but he liked the feeling of slackness. It was a warm, wet, cave just for him. There was also a lot less resistance. He pushed himself all the way in and went straight down her throat. That was much easier than what he was used to. He started to fuck her mouth and throat, hard. Harder than he would have if she was awake. He pulled out every few moments to let her breathe, then suffocated her again.
"Can you taste it my darling? That's the taste of your asshole being shoved down your throat. Does your shit taste as good as your pussy? What a dirty little slut you are."
He could feel her throat, tight around the end of his cock. This is what she was made for, a wet hole ready at all times to bring him pleasure.
He thrust a few more times, then pulled out, and cum spurt out of his cock and onto her face. He grunted as several more streams of sticky substance landed across her face and mouth. He dropped her head onto the bed, and stepped back to marvel at his art work. She was spread, face down across the bed. Ass up in the air, face plastered with cum, hair a mess. THIS was his wife.
He tucked his penis back into his pants and went to put his belt back on. Followed by his jacket. He picked up his hat, took another look at her, then left the room.
He could have tidied her up, but he preferred knowing she'd wake up like that, and know exactly what he did to her.
On his way out he said to the nurse "she's sleeping. Best to leave her for a while."
"Yes, of course Mr Smith."
After he had left, the nurse smirked to herself. "What are you smirking about?"
