My Wife My Sex Slave Ch 04

Notes:

All characters are over 18; actually most are over 40.

There is some nonconsensual sexual activity in this chapter.

This is a work of fiction and the protagonist is an asshole. And their relationship is unhealthy.

The Limit

Mary no longer trusted me. She had realized everything I did was a sick twisted game using sex to humiliate or torture her. However, she had to deal with the perverse fact that these games got her off, and hard. While I was technically the enemy, it was herself that she despised. It was in that mood that she continued to agree to do anything I told her to. So, one Wednesday we were in the park. I'd told Mary to dress like she used to before I'd started turning her into a sexy slut.

The tall blonde was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not tight or loose or anything. I knew she had on a sensible bra and panties. I'd insisted on a black satin jacket with lapels and a belt, the bottom edge of which reached down to just cover her butt. Her hair was done so it was a blonde waterfall down to her shoulders and she had on a sensible amount of makeup. It was pretty cold out as we stood in an unoccupied area of the park after dark. Mary pulled a flask out from her jacked pocket and took a swig. I was pretty certain that she had one in each jacket pocket and she was already swaying a bit. "So, what did you have in mind?" she said, flatly, a wisp of mist coming from her mouth into the cold air.

"Give me your jacket," I said, and she shrugged out of it and handed it to me, then grabbed her arms and rubbed them as goose pimples formed. "Take off your pants."

"People might see," she protested, a little hopelessly.

"There's nobody around," I pointed out.

"But it's coooolddd..." I just looked at her expectantly.

Mary looked all around, then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans and, thumbs hooked on the waistband, pushed them down, seesawing her hips back and forth to get them off. She had blue cotton panties on underneath. Like I said, sensible; not sexy at all. Mary pushed the waistband down to her ankles and dragged her jeans off, turning them inside out. Once off, she threw the jeans at me. I caught them and stuffed them into a backpack I'd brought along. Her muscular legs were long and pale in the light from the streetlights, perfectly formed. I was getting hard as I saw her and anticipated getting her more naked in the public park. "Take off your panties," I instructed.

Mary took in a breath as if to protest then looked around again before hooking her thumbs through her panty waistband. There was the susurration of cotton on bare legs as she pushed them down to her ankles and off. Then she threw them at me too. The light of the moon and distant streetlights reflected off her pale skin, making her almost glow, her bush, not dark or light, lost in the shadow of her ample hips. Mary had a sour look on her face as she looked at me. "What now?" I just stared at her. She didn't bother trying to cover herself, just hunched up, arms crossed, knees turned in, naked from the waist down. I took in her sexy half nakedness and her humiliation, her sense of helplessness, of submissiveness to me.

"Turn around." She did as I said, of course, and I looked at her big white ass. It was fuller than the moon and really caught the light. "Here you go," I said and gave her back her coat as I stowed her underwear in my backpack. She closed up the satin fabric and took out a flask and took a big swig The motion lifted her jacket enough to reveal the soft curve of the bottom of her ass and a hint that her thighs would expose more in the front. As I said, the coat just covered her ass, so she was presentable as long as there weren't any midgets about.

"What now?" Mary said again.

"Come with me," I said and we walked away. I had my arm around my wife and she snuggled into me. She started with her arms crossed then realized that pulled her jacket up too far and pulled the hem down instead.

I took Mary to a movie. We sat in the very back row like a couple of teenagers. Having picked a theater with vinyl upholstery, I searched carefully until I found a seat with the caramel stain of spilled soda for her to sit. Basically, I had my wife sit her bare ass and pussy on a sticky, gross seat. Her nose wrinkled as she sat and there was a crunching sound every time she shifted or repositioned herself. The theater was almost empty on a weekday night so I only waited until the movie started before reaching over and, using my hand, guided my wife's blonde head to my lap. I also did her the favor of opening my pants myself.

Once my cock was free, Mary started giving me head. I could feel the suction and her cheeks and tongue wrapping it in a warm, wet burrito. Mary swirled her tongue around the head of my cock as she started bobbing up and down and twisting her head. I'd actually rubbed one out myself earlier in the day or I would have cum like instantly. Instead, I had my hand on the back of her head and started pushing it up and down. I looked over to see where the swell of her hips came up from her narrow waist on the seat next to me. The hem of her jacket had fallen down that hill and her bare white hip glowed softly in the light of the screen. Anybody at the end of the row or the few in front of us would have seen her bare ass and her bare pussy. I pulled the jacket farther up on her, causing her to have to lift her hips so I could pull it and her shirt up to her bra line. Mary tried to reach down to pull the hem back down again but I slapped her hand away. She cupped my balls instead and started sucking me more vigorously, thinking, rightly, that I would let her cover herself once I came. My love surrendering to her fate, a touch and she opened her knees wide, her legs curled up behind her. Now anybody who could see us from the front, almost impossible in the dark theater, could see her exposed pussy as well as her milky white thighs.

It took awhile and I had fun while we did it. I shoved one hand into her jacket -- she lifted her arm out of the way -- and mauled her tits under her bra. I had a firm grip on her head and, every few seconds, put all my weight on it while I thrust my pelvis up, impaling her throat on my cock, making her choke and gag and then deepthroat me, her throat on my cock like the tightest pussy. It lasted a good five minutes and by the end she was pretty exhausted, eyes tearing, face red, and then I finally came, thrusting up as I pushed down as hard as I could, both pelvis and hand working harder than I had before. I only briefly let her deepthroat it -- she didn't taste or feel my cum spurting down her throat when I did that. Instead I pulled my cock out enough so that I shot my jism into the back of her throat, making her gag and cough and swallow it. She knew better than to let a drop escape. Once I was done, I let my wife sit back up again in her sticky chair, pulling down the hem of her jacket. I used her panties from the bag to dry her slobber off my cock.

"Take off your shirt," I said. We were in an alley now, not well lit but not completely dark either. I had Mary's coat once again. My blonde wife bit her lip, then looked around and, crossing her arms, pulled her shirt over her head and hesitated before handing it to me. The nearly naked woman stood in the middle of the alley wearing just a flesh-colored bra and her shoes as she looked around nervously. "Take off your bra," I finally said, which I knew she expected. Mary reached behind her and unhooked it then pulled it forward off her arms, revealing her big white tits, nipples erect from the cold, embarrassment, and a sense of the taboo nature of being naked in public. She was past throwing clothes playfully and just handed it to me. It and her t-shirt joined the rest of her clothes in the backpack. She had her arms at her side, knowing I wouldn't let her cover anything. "You can carry your shoes," I said.

"But it's cold!" Mary finally protested. I just glared at her and finally she reached down to take off each shoe and stand fully naked in the middle of an alley outside in the middle of a city.

"Come on," I said and made the mother of my children walk barefoot on cold pavement, naked, through a couple more alleys till we came to a nondescript door under a single bulb. If anybody had been there, they would have seen her completely naked, the harsh light making her curvy figure almost a ghost. I pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Mary looked at me quizzically; she didn't recognize the door or the area. I pulled open the heavy door, then held it for her and we went in. The light from outside was blotted out as the door closed and we could barely see a concrete hallway lit by the light of a green "Exit" sign. Down the hall was another door that I unlocked and opened and, very gentlemanly, let Mary precede me into.

I closed and locked the door as I switched on a light switch to reveal an austere public bathroom, tiled in white with more white tiles on the walls, a white porcelain sink and a white porcelain toilet bowl with a black seat. Mary just looked around once then waited as I dumped her jacket and my bag in the corner. I handed her flask to her so she could drink while I got naked myself, my cock standing out rock hard. At least it was warm in here. I went over and put the black toilet seat up and then turned to Mary. "Sit on it, thighs on the porcelain." She put the flask down and did as I said. "Legs open," and Mary opened her legs so she was balanced on her thighs on either side of the toilet bowl, feet flat on the floor, hands supporting her on the toilet behind her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked with obvious dread but also with a hint of excitement. I just ignored her as I put one bare foot on the edge of the toilet between her legs and, steadying myself with my hand on the wall, stepped up. There was a toilet paper dispenser on the wall so I put my other foot on that.

"Look up," I said, grabbing my cock and pointing it at her.

She obeyed and then said, "Oh, no, you're not. That's disgusting." We'd talked about golden showers at least once in our past and she had been completely against it.

"Shut up," I said, not loud or mean, just assumptive that she would obey, and she did. "Open your mouth." Mary looked like she wouldn't do it, then sighed and, looking up at me, opened her mouth to reveal her red tongue. I sprayed a stream of urine, hitting her nose first. Mary closed her eyes and scrunched her nose but kept her mouth open until I hit it. I stopped the stream, leaving a shallow pool of my urine in her mouth and tongue. "Swallow it," I said. Mary's eyes opened and she kept her mouth open, unable to speak with it that way. "Just this little bit," I said gently. The naked woman closed her mouth and obviously gulped, her mouth twisted from the thought of drinking my urine more than from the taste. "Okay, open back up. You might want to close your eyes."

Standing over my wife, one foot on a toilet paper dispenser, the other between her legs on a porcelain toilet bowl, I unleashed a hard stream of urine. I sprayed it all over her face, making her crinkle her nose. Then I streamed it all over her bare tits, the runoff joining the runoff from her face to cascade off her nipples like two tropical waterfalls, then between her legs into and on the bowl, her bush getting wet even as I switched to spraying her hair. She just sat there, leaning backward, hands on the bowl behind her, face up. I'd downed not one, but two of the large cokes at the movie theater, so I had come in here with my bladder aching. I think I sprayed most of the two cups on her. Her hair was soaked and my bladder didn't hurt but I was still spraying urine on my wife, moving my cock like a hose to get her arms and legs now, then back to her hair so some drained down her back. By the time my bladder was empty, I had a feeling of wellbeing and Mary was utterly soaked with my urine.

I got down. "Get on your hands and knees."

"On the floor? But it's nasty and covered in piss."

Strictly speaking, it wasn't covered in piss but there were a few little puddles, all from me. "So are you," I retorted, meaning both nasty and covered in piss. She glared at me but got down on her hands and knees on the floor. "Rest your tits on the porcelain bowl," I said, "I want them nice and frigid." I wondered if she saw through my ruse of wanting her cold. But she didn't show any signs of realizing where I was going. There was only one way to rest her tits on the edge of the bowl and that was with her head over the water. She scrunched her nose up at being over the bowl but did as she was told, putting her nipples right on the smooth white surface and putting her weight on them. I got behind her. I put a copious amount of lube onto my cock as I looked at her big ass, her legs slightly apart to expose her pussy and asshole. They looked so available, so ready. My cock slid easily into the tight ring of my wife's rectum. It never got old fucking her ass, that hard muscle like a cock ring but moving up and down the shaft of my cock. I think it was the knowledge that her pussy wasn't getting any attention, or just the sheer nastiness of it. Or maybe buttfucking just turned me on. The sound of my hips slapping Mary's buttcheeks echoed off the bare, sterile walls as I started fucking her. She had her head up, getting into it and, I knew, her eyes closed.

I had plenty of time, between lube and two orgasms already, to fuck her ass while I reached my hand towards her soaking wet blonde locks. She just took the fucking, pushing back as I slammed into her ass. My hand gently caressed her hair and still she didn't move. I was almost shaking with excited anticipation as I gently curled my fingers into her hair and rested my forearm on her back, holding her hip with my other hand.

I thrust extra hard balls deep into the ass of my one true love and held it there as I grabbed her hair, squeezing urine out of the locks. Then I shoved her head forward. She reflexively resisted, her back arching but getting only so far as I jammed my free elbow into her spine. She was pushing back and up but I was overpowering her, my cock still in her asshole. "No!" she finally said then her strength gave out and I shoved her head deep into the toilet water.

Mary's hands and arms flailed about, she kicked her feet on the tiles as I held her head underwater in a toilet bowl, my hips back to thrusting my cock in and out of her asshole once again. It was only a few seconds but she told me later it felt like forever before I let her head back up and out, the toilet water streaming off the sides of her wet hair and into the bowl. But I didn't let her come up too far. "Tom! Stop!" she screamed before I dunked her head again, her cries echoing off the bare tiled walls of the bathroom. Luckily there was nobody else in the building. The second dunk was easier as her muscles gave out faster.

I pulled Mary's head up this time. She was gasping and choking and coughing. I think she'd got a lungful of water from screaming so she was ready to hold her breath when I pushed her down again. I kept at it. The room filled with the slap, slap, slap of my pelvis, the gush of the eruption of water from the toilet, her deep hoarse gasp of breath, the splash as she went back in. "Play with your clit!" I commanded before I shoved my wife's head back under. Her hand darted to her pussy and immediately did as I commanded. Next time up, "I won't stop until you cum!" Then, the next time, "And don't try to pretend! I'll know!" After her first protests, Mary was silent, staring at the water when up, waiting for the push that would douse her again, eyes and mouth closed when she was under. My hips were flying as I fucked her asshole, my balls hitting her pussy and rapidly moving fingers. After getting a mouthful or lungful of water from a surprise dunk too many times, Mary started dunking herself, taking a deep breath and then pulling my hand as she ducked her head underwater, staying there and then timidly giving pressure for me to pull her up.

She finally spoke again, "I'm," dunk, "going," dunk, "to," dunk, "come!" dunk. "Aaahhhh!" gurgle. She really did come and it threw off her rhythm so she was screaming her orgasm into the water. I wanted to hear it so I jerked her head up and out of the water. "mrrrrrrAaaaahhhh!" she screamed, then panted. I didn't dunk her anymore. I let go of her hair and her head hung over the water, the ends of her hair floating on the still clear surface, hands on either side of her tits pressed into the porcelain. Instead, I was hanging onto her hips, one leg up, fucking her ass to within an inch of her life. I started slapping her bare ass with my hand, switching sides, wishing I could piss again so I could piss into her asshole. Finally, finally, I could feel the surge in my body and I buried my balls deep in her asshole and came. It was my turn to shout my orgasm, bouncing the sound off the walls.

Mary didn't say anything as she dried her body and hair as best she could. There weren't any paper towels in the bathroom so she was stuck using her t-shirt to clean herself off, then she put her wet hair into a ponytail. She'd run some water from the sink and wiped off her face and chest but ignored the rest. Back in her jacket outside, she was shivering as the water evaporated off her in the cool air. She had the garment belted around her waist and closed below the belt but unbuttoned above the belt so the pale skin of her belly and the inner surfaces of her boobs were visible. Her wet hair pulled back gave her a severe look and she'd added more makeup to enhance the effect.

We went to a discotheque and got a booth in the back. It was on a raised dais and we sat at the back. I could tell as I slid in after her that the seat was sticky, more sticky even than the movie theater, with who knew what, but Mary apparently didn't care. The position of the booth meant people dancing could, if not for the dim light, see under the table and between Mary's thighs. Mary apparently didn't care about that either, just stared straight ahead, only stopping long enough to order a drink, a long island iced tea. She had that one down almost before the waitress got back. I cut her off after that.

"Play with your tit," I instructed quietly and Mary snuck her hand into her jacket, left to right, and started massaging her breast, twisting and pinching her nipple. Her expression remained unchanged. "Open your legs." There was the ripping sound of bare flesh coming off sticky vinyl as she shifted to open her legs to about 45 degrees. It was more than necessary but I wasn't complaining. Having somebody see her snatch was an incredible turn on. Leaning in, I pushed my hand under my wife's pelvis, my palm cupping her pussy, thumb on her bush. One of my fingers had a small "pill" vibrator strapped to it and I started rubbing that on her bare clit as I stuck all four of my digits in her vagina. "I've had two orgasms," I whispered. "It's only fair that you get two as well." It was a nasty thing to say, given the circumstances. The vibrator was barely audible to the two of us over the loud music. Mary just sipped her drink as I finger banged her. Then she got more aggressive with her tit, twisting and squeezing it harder, and started rotating her hip to move her clit over the vibrator and my fingers inside her.

Our shenanigans finally got somebody's attention. A guy on the dance floor looked over at just the right angle to see me fingering my wife's bare, open pussy. He pointed us out to his female companion and they both just stared at me masturbating my wife in the club. I stared back while Amy had her eyes closed, unaware of the attention she was getting.

Mary finally stopped drinking and just sat there, eyes closed, mouth open, even drooling some, as she had a long, slow orgasm.