It was a Saturday, I had fed everybody, and eaten myself, I was clearing the table, he was still in his seat, watching me, his big fat cock throbbing between his legs, the kids were in front of the TV.
I reached for the plates in front of him, he reached for my soaking pussy, under my poor excuse for a robe, a flimsy, translucent piece of silk he had me wear all day; my naked body completely on display. Between my legs he had me fill my ass and my pussy with two toys, a metal, jewel studded but-plug, weighing more than a quarter pounds, and an anatomically designed 'pussy filler' that made my pussy drool with arousal constantly.
I froze, I stood next to him letting him get his fill of feeling me up and playing with my wet crotch, the inside of my wet thighs.
Aroused to my wits ends, I could barely stand the feel of his rough fingers playing with my wet folds. He took his time, running the tips of his fingers all around the two toys he had me insert and wear all day around the house in front of him and the children, for his amusement.
My breathing was shallow, I could barely contain myself with the added stimulation that his fingers were bringing on. I stiffened, and waited, if he made me cum, I wasn't about to fall over.
He played with me, he drew out the slick drool from between my legs and tickled my mercilessly. I held on.
My breathing quickened, it stopped, I had drawn a deep breath and prepared for the worst. He gave a light squeeze of my crotch and withdrew his hand.
I was about to cum, he felt that I was, and he just let me go. I didn't cum, I held out, I won!
We were alone at the house all day just the four of us, and he played with me like that, testing my resolve, all day. He wore his own housecoat, if it could be called that, short, like mine, the hem just above his big fat shaven cock.
He shaved himself, like he did me, it made his cock look even bigger and more threatening, and so soft and gentle when he drove it up in me. He had it in my face all day, I knew what he was going to do with it, I resisted the thoughts, for it was the day before Sunday, tomorrow was church.
I took the kids, and almost naked as I was, washed and cleaned them for bed. After running around all day, they almost fell asleep in my arms.
Everything done I turned toward our bedroom with a knot in my stomach. I had watched his throbbing cock all day, he did nothing to calm himself, it seemed to get bigger and bigger as night fell, I knew what he was going to do with it, now that we were alone.
My mother had warned me about men, she was right; men are after just one thing, and I was fighting that one thing as hard as I could.
Now at the end of the day, that one thing was waiting for me at the end of the hall.
Over the past years, he had made me do so many variations of that one thing, I'm certain that my mother never knew in her life just how many of 'those one things' there actually were, that my husband would be after from me.
At the same time, he did some things for me, he made our room secluded, it was almost soundproof, so at least no one could hear what was doing to me behind the closed doors of our bedroom. He tried to endear himself to me by telling me, over and over, 'everything was going to be all right, no one will know', just before he would close the door.
I walked in, he was naked on the bed waiting for me, on the pillow next to him was my skimpy blindfold. Looking at it my heart jumped, I could close my eyes, tie them up and pretend that nothing was happening.
I walked up to the dresser, took off my light robe and walking naked through the dimly light room, kept flinching away from my naked reflections following me in the mirrors I had him install all over the walls.
I took the thin, silk band and tied it around my eyes, at least I didn't have to watch what he did to me, I could be safe in the dark, behind the mask.
My eyes shut and covered, I stood naked beside our marital bed. His gentle breathing was like the howling wind in my ears. My eyes were closed and, in the darkness, deep within my mind, I waited, my cunt drooling ever more with anticipation of the things that had come before and would certainly come tonight.
I felt droplets of my ooze run down the inside of my thighs, tickling on their way, I stood and waited, resisting the urge to rub my thighs together.
I heard him shift on the bed, my heart skipped a beat, it was beginning!
He walked up behind me, he took my naked shoulders in his hands and kissed them, he kissed the small of my back, he kissed the sides of my neck and face. He took my tits in the palms of his hands, and as if they were his, he
knew
just how to kneed them, pinching my nipples, making my knees weak. I stifled a breath of arousal.
He played with my crotch; defiantly, I held my head up and my back straight, I wasn't going to give in.
He cupped my pussy in the palm of his hand and pinched it, pulling me along, leading me to the bathroom, it was time for me to be cleaned and groomed.
He stood me up next to the toilet bowl, he gently liberated my ass and pussy of the intruders he had me wear all day, and to my relief, he sat me down on the seat.
I let go of my pent-up bowels, I let my pee flood out of me, and, I could breathe again!
He waited, when I was done, he wiped me off, kneeling between my legs, he kissed me on the mouth.
I evaded his lips, it wasn't the time or the place, he insisted, pressing his soft lips against mine, pushing his sweet tongue against them, licking me, I gave in.
He hugged and kissed me, while I still sat on the toilet, with my ass and pussy just inches over the water in the bowl under me. He played with my wet tortured ass and pussy, right there, above the dirty water of the toilet bowl.
I endured.
I heard him run the water in the sink, he was preparing my enema bag. My stomach knotted again.
The soft music was playing, muffled by the sounds of his preparations, drumming in my ears.
He ran the shower.
He took me under an arm and pulled me into the steaming water, sprawling my hands, he leaned me against the wall, pulled my hips back, making me stick out my ass.
The hot water was running all over my back, I held on to the wall, blindfolded, I threw my head back as he inserted the lubed nozzle deep into me, letting the warm sudsy water fill me up.
He took me in his arms, hugged and kissed me under the hot stream falling over us, then he continued to soap and lather me.
He cleaned me well, he washed every nook and cranny, then he had me empty the sudsy water into the toilet, and he made another batch.
He always cleaned me out well, I would never dirty the sheets, no mater what he did to me and my ass.
He had me spread my legs for him to shave me. My blindfold now wet, had slipped down my face, I could see, under the wet rag over my eyes, as he toiled over me, lovingly.
He picked up my leg and placed it on the built-in step of our shower, making room for himself in the space between them, I spied on him as he spread foam over me and shaved my crotch. The nozzle delivering the rinsing solution for another round was up my ass, the tube running behind me up to the bag hanging over the glass door.
With the shower in his hand, he washed the foam off and licked my wet pussy, checking for stubble with his tongue, throwing me for a spin. I slipped lower in his arms with the new sensations of his mouth on my tortured cunt, just for an instant, before I collected myself.
He had me empty the other load from my bowels, and then he soaped and washed me again, this time it wasn't about cleaning me, it was all about him touching my wet body, caressing my slick soapy skin, he was just playing with me, enjoying himself, I endured.
