She came home after a long, hard day at work, exhausted. Everything had gone wrong. Her boss started out the day ignoring her observations of a problem and had ended the day yelling at her for not bringing it to his attention. Her coworkers had been dumber than usual, and the leftovers she had taken for lunch ended up being bad, causing her to throw them away untouched. As she arrived home she saw that her husband was already home. She pulled into the garage, put the car in park, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was home.
Upon entering the house she saw her husband putting away dishes in the kitchen. "Hey hon!" he said too merrily for her mood this afternoon. "How was your day?" He was always so fucking cherry at the end of the day, she thought. Sometimes she enjoyed when he had to work late, and came home downtrodden by corporate society like the rest of the rats. Served him right! "Terrible" she replied as she set her things down with a definitive thud on the kitchen table. "Oh" he said sensing her mood and doing his best to tone down his levity. "What happened?"
As she launched into the details of her day, and began to put away her things from work, she could tell he wasn't really listening. He was never REALLY listening. Guys just don't know how to listen, short attention spans. But she continued on for some self-therapeutic reason detailing the low points of her day not willing to challenge her husband tonight on his listening skills. She talked about her bone-headed boss, and idiotic coworkers as she walked back to the bedroom to change. Her husband followed along still appearing to listen.
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He hated when his wife came home in a bad mood. It ruined his whole day. Today especially, as he had earlier considered a different activity for when she came home, besides being the dutiful husband, and listening patiently to his wife drone on about her day. It had been more than a month since they last had sex, and he was eager for some attention. The kind of attention that only a happy and dutiful wife would give to her husband at the end of the work day. He did his best to pay attention as she spoke and participate where he thought appropriate in her monologue, but his frustration with the lack of "activity" as of late and the obvious continuation of the shutout was hard to choke down. Poker was never his game, and he was sure his wife, of two years, was perfectly adept at reading him like an open book at all times.
He followed her back to the bedroom where she was walking to go change. He continued to listen and brood. The whole situation was made more painful by her outfit that day. Open toe, three inch heals led the eye up the back of her gorgeous calves to a knee length skirt that fit very snugly around her ass and hips, which swung perfectly from side to side as she walked. Above the skirt was a white, button up blouse, that she had left unbuttoned to the point of almost showing the lacy bra she wore underneath. Her hair she had pinned up, hastily, at some point during the day. While he was sure she did not think this made her sexy, for him, it completed the package. As she moved back to the walk-in closet, and began to unzip her skirt, showing her tiny black thong underneath, his frustration rose, and he thought, "Enough is enough! A man has needs!"
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As she began to unzip her shirt, to change, she could feel his eyes move to her ass. She really wasn't in the mood today to think about him ogling her as she changed. The last thing she was interested in today was sex. Especially not standing up in their modest walk in closet. But as she complained about the incompetency of one of her coworkers, and let her skirt fall to the floor she was suddenly aware of her husband standing directly behind her. She turned to face him and repeat the things that she had moments ago thought in her own head, "No SEX!" but he grabbed her by the wrists and forced her hands up to the closet rod above her head.
"What the fuck are you doing!" she said. Her husband had never been a forceful or violent man. This was completely out of character for him. "Shut up slut!" came his forceful reply. Followed immediately by a hard smack, as his hand hit her ass. "I think we've done enough talking for now," he said. As he had gone to spank her, she had tried to pull down her free arm, but he quickly grabbed it again and forced it back up to the bar. "The only thing I want to hear you say for the foreseeable future is 'Yes Sir!'" he informed her. On the one hand she was scared. He had never acted this way before. But she also felt something else, something which surprised her as much as her husbands actions this afternoon. A small part of her, deep inside, was enjoying this!
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He reached behind him and grabbed two neck ties, which he quickly used to tie her wrists to the bar. She gave a slight sigh as he tightened the second knot, securing her hands. It caught his attention. "Was this what she had really wanted all along? Was she actually enjoying this?" he thought. "There slut," he hissed into her ear "That should keep you right where I want you." Her reply charged his already stiff cock into a full on erection. "Yes, sir" she replied. He raised his left hand into the air and brought it down as hard as he could on her left ass check. She jerked forward from the shock, but his impromptu restraints held her in place, for the most part. She moaned. He was in heaven! Why had he never done this before, he thought.
He stood back for a moment to admire his work. She had, for whatever reason, started to remove her skirt before she had taken off her heals. An unusual turn of luck for him today. This brought her ass up at an angle perfect for his pleasure. He reached down and uniziped his own slacks, freeing his stiff cock from their confines. He spanked her again, and moved in behind her, sliding his hard cock in between her legs as he did so. His head rubbed along the smooth fabric of the black thong allowing him to feel her warmth, and wetness already forming between her legs. She moaned again.
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"Oh Jesus!" she moaned, feeling the head of his cock run up the length of her still covered mound, and press against her swelling clit. "Sir," she added a moment too late to avoid the sting of another smack on her bare ass. "That's right. sir!" he replied. "Sounds like you need a little practice, my little whore." She looked behind her and saw him raising his hand, preparing to strike her ass again. She knew what he wanted her to say.
"Yes sir", smack!
"Yes sir!" smack!
"Yes Sir!" smack!
On each "sir" he had spanked her, and each time harder than the one before. Her ass was beginning to tingle slightly from the violent attention provided it, and she was loving it! Her panties were now soaked with her juices, and she knew he could feel it as he teased her through them with his cock. He took his cock in one hand, as he pulled back one of her ass cheeks with the other, and smacked his cock against her now swollen clit several times. Her ecstasy increased.
He had a good sized cock, and she didn't think that in a demeaning manner, but now it seemed twice as big as normal. He was clearly very excited, as was she. On normal days it was by no means small, but it was not circus performer huge. The kind of cock that men envy in porn, but only pleasure women whose vaginal cavities have been desensitized to the point that it takes power tools for them to truly reach orgasm. His cock would stretch her still tight pussy during love making almost to the point of discomfort, before she would lose herself in the wave of an orgasm. Wrapping her legs around him, and digging her nails into his back while she screamed and convulsed through the ebb and flow of pleasure. She wanted that now "Please sir, fuck me," she whispered to him as he leaned in closer.
