"This could have been different, you know," he said softly as he pulled off the panty hose and then her panties. "We could be laying in bed right now exploring each others bodies. But, honestly, I'm enjoying this a lot."
All Vickie could respond with was another whimper, as Kyle moved his hands up her thighs to her pubic mound, where he began to toy with her springy pubic hair. He could smell her arousal, she might not like her hands to be tied, but her body was enjoying his touch. He smiled, and stood up from his crouch in front of his wife.
"I think that you owe me a bit for lying to me, don't you think?" he asked her, taking her chin in his hand.
She nodded as best she could with her head pointed up towards his face.
"Then I think first I want you to stand right here, with your legs spread, while I whip you a couple times with my belt." The way he said it, so matter-of-factly, surprised even Kyle himself. He could hardly believe he'd said it out loud. Was he actually going to hit her? Cause her pain? She'd lied to him, over and over and over. She'd sworn in front of a church full of people that she would love and cherish him for the rest of her life, but she'd lied. He was hurt, and he wanted her to hurt too. A strange feeling was bubbling in his belly, and his cock was hard against his slacks. The idea of whipping her, combined with her naked body bound in front of him, was arousing him in a way he'd never felt before. Taking a deep breath he unbuckled his belt, folding it in half and dangling it in front of Vickie's big green eyes.
Vickie looked at him, shock in her eyes. Her chest heaved with each gulp of air she took, her large breasts quivering. Goose bumps had risen over her entire body, but she couldn't help the arousal flowing through her veins. Her husband was preparing to whip her and it was exciting. She spread her legs and braced herself.
Kyle swung his belt a couple of times for practice. The sight of Vickie's bottom clenching with each whoosh of air made him smile. The persistant pulsing in his cock seemed to send throbbing pleasure through his entire body, and he took a deep breath before he hit her on her round, pert behind. Vickie yelped and jumped forward, pulling her legs together and spinning around to face him.
He sighed. This wouldn't work; no matter how scared she was she couldn't just stand there while he hit her. An idea struck him.
Inside his suitcase he had a couple of things that might help him out. He grabbed them now, and crossed back over the room to his wife. Kyle grabbed Vickie's arm and lead her to the large bed. She expected him to throw her down on it and fuck her brains out, but instead he stood her at the foot, facing the mattress, and crouched down beside her. He took one of her ankles and pulled it over to the post. With a spare tie, he bound her right leg to the bed, and then he crossed over to the left leg and pulled it the full length of the mattress over to the other post, where he secured it with a tube sock. The restraints looked comical, but they did their job.
Despite the strain in her thigh muscles, being spread open and so exposed made her tingle with excitement. She shifted her weight back and forth, trying to get comfortable. Juices dripped down her thighs, making her feel more naked than she'd ever felt before. She was so concerned with the humiliation she was experiencing that she didn't notice Kyle moving behind her again, lifting his arm, and letting the belt swat her on the bottom.
The first stroke made her jump, her mouth opening wide in a silent cry of pain and pleasure. The second stroke followed quickly, and this time she was able to make some noise.
SMACK! The leather hit her soft skin again, Kyle growing bolder and hitting harder. The blow seemed to slice her bottom in half.
Gasps came from her as she lost her balance and fell forward onto the mattress. Her bound legs kept her in place, her bottom rising above her in the air, a bright red target for Kyle's next swing. He hit her again, and again, until her hips were grinding in the air, slick fluids coating her thighs as she moaned into the bed. She had never expected herself to feel this way in such circumstances, and Kyle was surprised at his own reaction, as well. Her ass was turning an angry, dark red before he finally stopped striking her. Walking over to her, he heard her moaning into the mattress. His cock felt larger than it had ever been before, full of blood and throbbing with need. Tossing the belt onto the bed beside Vickie's face, Kyle reached out his hand and tentatively touched her bottom. Heat seemed to radiate from her angry red skin, the cool feel of his hands making her moan louder and push her backside into his hands. He slid his hand up her back, and then, taking her shoulders gently in his hands, pulled her into a standing position once again.
Vickie's body shook from arousal and pain. His hands on her skin felt so good, and the heat in her bottom was only a mild ache compared to the fire between her legs. She pushed her hips up and back, yearning to feel his cock in her body. She wanted him, and whimpered as his hands moved around to her front, teasing her breasts with his fingers. Vickie was not masochistic, had never had any fantasies about control, but something about Kyle taking the upper hand and punishing her for her lies was fitting. Kyle leaned against her, his lips finding her ear once again, his fingers pinching her nipples softly. He pushed his crotch into her hot backside, his stiff erection teasing her even further. Kyle wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out until she begged him to stop.
One hand slipped off her breast, down her belly, and between her thighs. Vickie gasped as his middle finger stroked her sopping slit, gathering the fluids there and spreading them between the crack of her ass, prodding the tight hole between the cheeks. She moaned in pleasure as he slipped back down, roughly rubbing her swollen clit, pinching it between his fingers as he pinched her nipples in his opposite hand. He'd waited months for her pussy, and it was time for him to claim it.
Kyle's cock wasn't large, an average six inches, but it was thicker than usual. Letting go of her breast to undo his slacks, the throbbing cock burst out, it's hot skin rubbing against Vickie's. Vickie gasped at the contact, pushing her hips back towards it, her legs straining to free themselves so that she could impale herself on the staff. She groaned throatily as Kyle moved his hand away from her hot pussy, moving both hands back to her breasts, and slowly leaned in on her, pushing her front back onto the bed.
With slow, fluid movements, Kyle rubbed his cock against the slick slit between his wife's legs. The juices were warm against his hot skin, driving him crazy. He moved his staff from her hot pussy between her cheeks, pushing it back down. Vickie cried out in pleasure as the head of his cock nudged at her opening, and then louder as he penetrated her private place.
She was tight around him, her spread legs clenching as he thrust into her soft flesh. He moaned contentedly, moving his hands up from her breasts to her hips, holding them still as he pushed fluidly in and out of her. The feeling was the best, taking her, fucking her, using her. Never before had he experienced such pleasure while making love.
Vickie thought that she might as well be a virgin from the new pleasures she was experiencing. The very few experiences she'd had were nothing like this; nothing in the world was like this. This pleasure that spread from her pussy through her legs and back and arms to the very tips of her tongue was the best thing she had ever had. She never wanted it to stop. She felt her body rocking closer and closer to a climax, an orgasm that threatened to be the one to break her in half. Her eyes clenched closed, her fingers wrapped tight together behind her back, her hips in his arms. She opened her mouth and cried out into the mattress as it took her, shaking her, numbing her brain. There was only pleasure, the warmth, the heat, the fire that spread through her blood.
The clenching around his cock, the spasms of the pussy he buried himself in, triggered Kyle's own peak. He cried out, thrusting harder inside her, until spurts of his own fluid filled the tight pussy. This was another first for him. Never before had he spent himself into a woman. But this was his wife, and this was a privilege that would be his from now on. The pleasure of the orgasm fading, a new pleasure spread through his body. His wife, his beloved. Lie or no lie, she was his now, to have and to hold forever. Kyle relaxed against his wife, pushing her into the bed with his weight. Her heavy breaths moved him up and down as he smiled into her neck, kissing her skin gently. After a couple of minutes he pushed himself up, listening to her gasp as he pulled his limp cock out of her pussy, leaving her empty and cold.
Kyle didn't bother wiping up the mess, his fluids and hers mixing on his half-limp cock, but climbed on to the bed in front of Vickie. He reached for her and stroked her cheek, smiling down at her red face. He took a handful of her hair in his fist, tugging her head up gently, placing his legs on either side of her face and resting back against the headboard.
"Lick it off," he said commandingly, pushing his hips up towards her face
Vickie had never put a cock in her mouth after sex. She always insisted that her partner wash off first, and if there was cum on it…well…that wasn't even an option. Now, she balked, turning her head away, eyes squeezed shut, refusing to open her mouth for this humiliation.
Kyle thrust his dick at her face, wiping the cum on her lips and cheeks.
"Come on," he urged, taking his cock in his hand and offering it to her face. "Come on. No teeth, just tongue. Lick it off."
Vickie's insides twisted at the humiliation she was experiencing. But the need that had so recently been satisfied between her legs began to ache once again as she opened her lips, taking her husband into her mouth and lapping obediently at the tangy flesh. She tasted the sour taste of her own juices, the salty taste of his. They were mixed together and it aroused her once more.
