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September 17, 2010

Extra-marital punishment

She repeated what she said before, “I can’t wait to fuck you”. Now inside the dimly lit motel room with the woman who I had had a previous extra-marital fling with about a year ago. She broke it off at the time saying she wasn’t sure if she was really into me… She seemed slightly different this time though, more aloof, less forth-coming. But with those words, I felt confident again. I had passed the test. She wanted me once more. I pulled her close to me and kissed her hard, my hands fondling her ass cheeks the way I knew she liked. She let me do it. But her body did not respond the way it used to. Gradually, she pulled back. “Sweetie, lay down and let me rub your back”. She always gave the most amazing back rubs. They truly felt great. And with her hands wandering wherever they pleased, they always ended with great sex.

I took of my tee shirt and started to remove my underpants. With her hand on my wrist, she said “leave them on, I think they’re hot”. After a pause, I laid down on the bed, face down. She rubbed my back for a few minutes and I started to relax again. She was laying beside me and kissing my ear gently. “Wait here a minute, don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She left the room and returned with a gym bag. Coming over to me and lying beside me again, she said, “Close your eyes, i have some surprises”. I did. After a few minutes, I felt her hands tying a rope around my ankles. I knew we were going to get a bit kinky. I also knew I’d look like a total wimp if I objected. So I let her tie me caressing my ankles and my hands. Her touch was gentle. The whole time she scratched my back tenderly and cooed. She was so into it and I was anticipating it more and more.

When she was done, she went to the gym bag again. My anticipation started to turn to concern when I saw her put on a strap-on. Our sex life had always had a kinky element, including some light bondage, but this was nothing we had discussed. “I thought we were going to fuck”, It was a lame protest but it was all I could come up with. “Oh baby, I never said that. I said I can’t wait to fuck you, that’s different”.

She came around in front of me. Her tone was very different. It was still sweet and sultry, but somehow less accommodating. “You might want to make this wet”, she said staring directly into my eyes. I did not like where this was going. After I recaptured my composer, I said “I don’t want to do this”, as gently as I could. She laughed. I had never seen that laugh. It wasn’t particularly mean or threatening. It was the laugh one gave a child who threatened to run away. “Suit yourself”, she finally said. She laid on top of me, her arms looped under my chest and gripping my shoulders. Slowly she began pushing into me. It hurt. I began to buck and twist. She held on tight and she laughed again. She laughed like someone on one of those bar-room broncos. Enjoying the thrill of nearly being thrown off.

Eventually I got tired, as I stopped moving she cooed and caressed me some more. “Shhh”, she said, “that’s right, relax”. There was a moment of calm and I tried to catch my breath. Then, without warning she made one strong final thrust and entered me. Pain, is not the right word. It was more like burning. With each of her movements I felt myself on fire. “It will hurt less if you relax”, she said. I tried. It did hurt less but it still burned. After a few more minutes of thrusting, she said, “Are you sure you don’t want to make it wet, it’ll feel much better”. Sensing the chance for some relief, I said ok. She let out a soft giggle. “Oh baby, you can do better than that. How about, ‘Please let me suck your cock’?”. She emphasized her demand with several particularly hard thrusts. I said it. She made me say it again “with more conviction”. Tears were in my eyes at this point. The burning was getting more intense and I started to wonder about permanent damage. Finally, she gave a smug laugh and came around in front of me and offered her cock to me mouth. “If I were you, I’d make it real wet”. Still remembering the pain from before, I took her cock in my mouth and did my best to make it wet. Then there was a flash. I looked up to see her cell phone over my head. I’m sure the picture was a classic. Me, with a huge strap on in my mouth.

What she said next terrified me. She said it slowly, emphasizing each number. It was my wife’s cell phone number. The implication was clear. She could send that picture directly to my wife’s cell phone. “Now baby”, she started, “I enjoy a good wrestling match when I’m in the mood. And trust me, we’re going to have some of those. But right now, I want you to cooperate completely. I want you to be my perfect little slut. I’m going to fuck you until I’m bored with it. Your going to tell me how much you love it. Is that OK with you?” A rush of emotions flooded over me. Anger, fear and yes, excitement. Finally I was able to say, “Yes, I’ll do what you want”. “Good baby, I’m going to have fun tonight. But this is just the beginning. We’re going to have a long exciting relationship now that the ground rules are established”.

With that she got back on top of me and pushed gently inside me. I did my best to relax and the burning subsided. I knew it was going to be a very long night.

Submitted by: Mike