"Look inside the band, Mrs. Willows. Read what it says inside the ring." I instruct you softly as you pick the ring up in your hand, holding it close to your face to see the small imprinted letters there.
"Iā¦ I can't read it," You admit after a few seconds, "not without my glasses."
"You wear glasses, Tracy?" I ask curiously, my hands sliding over the front of your wedding gown to caress the soft mounds of your breasts.
"Onlyā¦ only to read," You admit softly, sighing as my fingers run over the sensitive tops of your tits. "My glasses are on the tableā¦" You sigh in disappointment as you feel my hands leave your body as I reach over to the small bedside table, handing the leather glasses case to you.
"Let me see you in your glasses, Mrs. Willows." I whisper in your ear as you open the case and put your glasses on. "Oh, very cute," I smile as you look up at me, the small oval lenses making your dark blue eyes larger as you blush at my compliment. "They make you appear very proper, Tracy. Very librarian-ish." I chuckle, my hands sliding over your thighs, caressing the sheer fabric of your stockings. "Now read your ring."
"Itā¦ it says: This slut, Tracy Willows, belongs to Richard Cash." You read after a minute of peering at the small engraved letters on the inside of your new wedding ring, "And then today's date."
"That's right, Mrs. Willows, for while you've been my whore for the last few days, now we make it official." I tell you, my fingers tracing up the straps of your garter belt until they reach the white lace of your panties, my hands resting on either side of your sex, framing the dark damp center. After today, this slutty pussy," I say, my fingers spreading out to cover the mound of your sex, "will truly belong to me. Do you understand, Tracy?"
"Iā¦ I do." You answer softly, moaning low in your throat at the sensations of my fingers lightly tracing over your panties as you lean back against my chest. "I understand, sir."
"Very good," I say, my fingers pulling the wet crotch of your panties aside to expose the soft wet lips of your pussy. "Now, I've written our vows out on the index card, my little slut," I explain to you as my fingers slowly trace over your swollen cunt, feeling the moisture gathering on my fingertips as you moan softly. "When you read it, look directly into the camera, Mrs. Willows. I want a video of this moment as a souvenir."
"Pleaseā¦ don't tape meā¦" You protest weakly, glancing at the blinking red light on the top of the camera as my fingers slowly part your pussy, stroking the soft wet flesh as you gasp out in pleasure. "I'llā¦ I'll do anythingā¦anything you want, Sir, justā¦ just don't record thisā¦"
"Oh, I know you'll do anything, Tracy," I say laughing softly at the humiliation I hear in your soft protests as my finger slides into your tight wet hole, "but I'm going to record this anyway. Now, hold up the card so I can see it," I instruct you before I begin reading. "I, Mr. Cash, take you, Mrs. Willows, to be my little married fuck toy, my cum slut to be used at my whim and as merely a receptacle for my cum. I will use your cunt, your mouth, and every part of your body today, tomorrow and for as long as I have use for you. I vow to degrade you and humiliate you, I vow to make your married cunt cream for me, I vow to make you beg for me. I will demand your obedience to me in all things and will accept your married cunt as my own possession from this moment forth until I have no further need of you."
"Now, Tracy, it's your turn." I tell you, another finger sliding into your flooded pussy, stroking the sensitive inner walls as you writhe in both pleasure and torment at my words. "Read it, slut."
"Please, I can'tā¦" You moan softly, your hips thrusting against my hand as my fingers slide further into you, your eyes half closed in ecstasy as you shake your head slightly. "Pleaseā¦"
"Read the vows, Mrs. Willows." I whisper harshly in your ear, my fingers slipping out of your tight vagina, leaving you with a sudden feeling of emptiness. "Read them or your husband gets this videotape delivered to his office."
"No, pleaseā¦" You moan softly, your hips gyrating against my hand, hoping for my fingers to return. "I'llā¦ I'll do it." You submit, your eyes falling to the small index card, sighing as my fingers slide back into your hot wet cunt. "Iā¦ I, Mrs. Willows, take you, Mr. Cash, to be myā¦my master and owner, to use me at your whim and as a receptacle for yourā¦ your cum. I give you use of my cunt, my mouth, and every part of my body today, tomorrow and for as long as you have use for me. I vow my body to you, to beā¦ to be degraded and humiliated by you. Iā¦I submit to you my obedience in all things and give my marriedā¦my married cunt to your possession from this moment forth until you have no further need of me." You say the last words softly; a feeling of melancholy washing over you from the idea of not being of further use to me. You hate to admit it to yourself but your body is singing at my every touch, making you feel more alive then any man ever has before, leaving you craving more. "Isā¦ is that allā¦ Sir?"
"Not quite yet, Mrs. Willows," I tell you, feeling the change in your mood as your breath begins to come in short sharp gasps, your body trembling from my thrusting fingers. "There's only one more thing you need to do before you are truly mine, Tracy. Do this one final thing and you will be mine."
"Whatā¦ What is it, Mr. Cash?" You ask almost eagerly, your hands sliding over your thighs, caressing the soft smooth skin as I continue to finger fuck your wet married pussy. "What do I have to do to become yours, Sir?"
"My, you've become so eager, my little slut. I like it," I say, a third finger sliding into your tight hole causing you to whimper in pleasure. "I want you to call John at work, Tracy."
"Noā¦" You gasp out in shock, trying to turn and look at me, "Iā¦ I can'tā¦ not him, anything but that, please Sir."
"Call him, Tracy." I tell you simply handing you my cell phone, "I want to hear you talk to him, I want to hear you talk to your husband while I caress your slutty body, Mrs. Willows. I need you to talk to the man you're cheating on while I'm in bed with you."
"Butā¦" You moan in protest, your large eyes filling suddenly with tears, "but I love himā¦ John can'tā¦can't find out aboutā¦ about usā¦"
"And he won't, Mrs. Willows, not if you don't let on that anything unusual is going on." I assure you, my fingers pushing further into your moist pussy as I press the memory dial button on my phone with the other hand. "Better talk to him, Tracy." I advise as the phone begins to ring on the other end of the line.
"Heā¦Hello," You stammer, putting the phone to your ear almost instinctively as a voice answers at the other end, "Is John Willows there? Yes, this is hisā¦.oh," You gasp as my finger curves inside your pussy, stroking a particularly sensitive spot, "ā¦wife."
You shoot a wary glance over your shoulder at me, hoping that I don't repeat that action when you're actually talking to your husband. "Hello, John? Yes, darling, it'sā¦ it's Tracy." You say, surprised when your husband's voice comes on the phone. "What?" You almost sigh as my fingers slide deep into you again, your eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on not making any noise that would alert your husband to what actually is happening in your bedroom. "Ohhhā¦. Oh, no, dear, nothing's wrongā¦ I was justā¦ just distracted," You tell him a bit breathlessly as my thumb begins to circle around the erect nub of your clit as my fingers continue to thrust into your wet pussy. You glance into the mirror, seeing the mischievous grin on my face is your only warning as yet another finger slides into your tight vagina, causing you to moan low in your throat before you manage to recover and try to restore your voice to normal. "Oh, that was nothingā¦" You say, shooting a look over your shoulder at me, "I just had aā¦ just something in my throat. Why I called? Ohā¦ I was justā¦just thinking about youā¦"
"Tell him you love him," I whisper in your ear as my other hand slides between us, quickly undoing my pants to free my straining cock.
"Iā¦ I love youā¦" You almost breathe, your eyes meeting mine in the mirror as you feel the warm flesh of my manhood pressing against the white lace of your panties, shivering in anticipation even as you try to keep your voice even. "Noā¦ nothing's wrong, John. I'mā¦ I'm just not feeling that wellā¦" You tell him, trying to contain a sigh as you feel the head of my cock slide down between your spread legs, pressing against the wet crevice of your pussy. "Well, I'llā¦ I'll talk to you tonightā¦." You sigh as you feel my fingers slip away from your pussy, my fingers wet with your arousal as they slide up to gently toy with your hard little clit. "Ohā¦ Goodā¦goodbye, Darling," You manage to gasp out as I suddenly thrust my hips forwards, the hard length of my cock sliding into your tight vagina, your finger fumbling to end the call before a loud cry of passion erupts from your throat. "Youā¦ you bastard," You hiss at me letting the cell phone drop to the bed as you turn your head to glare at me, your blue eyes flashing with anger even as your thrust your hips back against me, taking more of my cock into you. "Iā¦ I hate you," You moan softly, humiliated as your body grips my invading cock tightly, your hand sliding down to cover mine as it continues to rub small circles around your clit. "Oh, God!" You sigh, your body arching against mine as my cock rubs against the soft inner walls of your pussy.
