I could hear muffled sounds downstairs. An unfamiliar male voice, who I guessed had to be Mark and my wife. This was followed by clumping on the stairs as I could hear a man walking up the stairs in shoes. In the background I could hear Amanda asking him to remove his shoes. “It’s alright. The cuck can clean up.”
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With a soft, yet chillingly cold voice Amanda said “He might be a cuck; but he’s my cuck; my husband; and is certainly not a slave to you.”
Mark just grunted back at her.
The voices became clearer as they moved into the bedroom. The door to the wardrobe was just a fraction ajar and I could see almost all of the room in the mirror. I so desperately wanted to grab my phone and record but my hands were shaking in excitement and I didn’t want to risk spoiling things.
“How long is the little man bitch out for?”
“About an hour or so.”
“Well I don’t want him watching so I guess this one will have to be quick. Don’t worry, I’ll leave plenty of mess for him to clean up. On your knees slut. You’ve got work to do. It’s been far too long since you last serviced me”
Although I could see her comply and get on her knees, I could see she wasn’t happy with Mark’s tone. “I’ve asked you not to call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want bitch. Dumb cow getting precious about people knowing you fuck around.” The jeans and belt fell with a heavy thud on the floor.
“That’s it, lick my salty cock and big hairy balls. Your cuck should be doing this as punishment for fucking things up."
His cock didn’t seem to be particularly long but it was fat, very fat and I was wondering how she’d get it in her mouth let alone her tiny little pussy.
He pulled off his top to reveal a muscle set that looked like he had been on steroids. His 6 pack had a bloody 6 pack. Talk about ripped! I was puzzled because her usual guy is slim; muscly, but slim. She’s never been one for bulk.
Amanda stuck out her tongue and licked the head slowly and dare I say it; lovingly. I could just see some pre-cum shining on the tip before she licked it off. She opened her mouth and started to take in the shaft, holding the root and working her mouth up and down his shaft. With every motion I could see his cock expanding, getting ever fatter, a bit longer and much harder.
And then he grabbed her head in his hands and just started to fuck her face I could hear her gagging as the cock slammed into her mouth. When it hit a cheek it looked like an alien was about to explode out of her. I don’t think she was really enjoying this. “How’s my cock taste bitch?”
She mumbled around his cock as he continued to fuck her face before eventually releasing her head and allowing her to pull back. “Fuck bitch, you’re mouth feels so good. It’s time to use the rest of you. You’d better not have been fucking anyone else. I’ll know if your cunt isn’t as tight as it should be. Get undressed.”
Amanda got off her knees and started to undress. I could see her face in the mirror and it wasn’t one of joy or pleasure. She caught my eye and shook her head aver so slightly.
“What the fuck is that?” said Mark, pointing at the small triangle of pubes pointing towards her pussy. “You know how much I hate fur on a cunt.”
“Look, I get that you’re angry because we haven’t fucked for a while but please stop talking to me like I’m a piece of shit. It’s my body, I wear it how I like.”
Without a word, Mark picked up Amanda and just threw her on the bed. Even though she’s really slim and light she still bounced a couple of times on the mattress before eventually landing by my pillow. I could see the anger on Mark’s face and feared for her, but again, she just shook her head ever so slightly.
There’s no better way of saying it but he mounted her, sitting on her pelvis, his fat cock slapped down on her belly. I could see him rub his thumbs and forefingers together and mere seconds later he leant forward and grabbed her nipples hard and yanked in the air. She cried out in pain and looked angrily at him. I know she likes this but not that hard or rough. Mark was definitely going far beyond the line. Her back was arched up in the air and it almost looked like he was going to pull her nipples off before he released and she collapsed back down on the bed, panting. I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure, pain or a mixture of both. To make matters worse, he sat back and slapped her left tit hard, leaving finger impressions across it.
I was getting seriously worried about the situation but again, I saw her look towards me and shake her head.
Without a word, he got off her, walked around the bed, grabbed my pillow and dropped it at the far end of the bed. If he’d been looking even slightly more closely he would have spotted me but thankfully he didn’t. He grabbed her legs and dragged her down to the end of the bed, lifting her arse he slid my pillow underneath. Her legs dangled over the end of the bed and he just pushed them further apart and looked at his target.
There was no warming up, no preamble, no getting her ready. He just rubbed his cock over the target and pushed. Hard. I could see his cock bend slightly before the fat shaft disappeared inside. She cried out loudly. “At least get me wet first. That fucking hurt you fucking arsehole.” Ignoring her protests he just started to slowly thrust in and out. I wished I could see her pussy but she was faced the wrong way. I could see his fat veiny cock pull out before pushing back in. After a while, I could see a sheen of her juice on his cock and he started to speed up; thrusting deeply inside her.
Suddenly he reached down and scooped her up off the bed. She clasped her arms around his neck and he proceeded to just bounce her up and down on his cock like a lightweight rag doll. I happily sighed (quietly) as I could hear how wet she was and with every pull out, drips were falling so I knew she was wet and slippery. The only thing that bugged me slightly was that my pillow was getting soaked. This lasted a few minutes before he got tired of it and chucked her back on the bed where he proceeded to finger her rapidly and violently; making her squirt everywhere. I don’t think she’d actually orgasmed yet and wasn’t even sure that she would but she cried out when she squirted. My suspicion was that it was put on for him.
He then rolled her over on her front, pulled her up so that her knees were on my pillow and plunged in again from behind. He pushed her head down into the bed and fucked her hard. Her head was faced towards me and I could see she wasn’t happy but I held where I was. He then changed slightly to holding her shoulder blades down and wrapping a hand around her long dark hair and yanking her head up. Her hair was matted with sweat, pussy juice and squirt and she looked utterly dishevelled but that didn’t stop his momentum and with a cry he let loose inside her. He let go of her hair and her head dropped down on the bed whilst Mark slumped on top of her, exhausted. Eventually he pulled himself back up and pulled out, surveying the scene. “I left a treat for your cuck. Hope he enjoys it.”
My wife lay there, panting, looking sorry for herself with her arse and pussy still high in the air whilst Mark got dressed. He just started to walk out of the bedroom when he turned and said “Don’t leave me hanging again or next time will be a lot worse bitch”. And with that he turned, clumped down the stairs and slammed the front door. I could hear the sound of a car firing up before rapidly speeding away.
“You can come out now” Amanda uttered softly. “It’s safe”
I climbed out of the wardrobe, trembling. “Are you ok?”
“Not really. Just get your face in there so I can have a shower”.
I really didn’t want to. I’ve never turned down the opportunity to lick her pussy after she’s had a fuck (with or without cum) but this time I hesitated. She looked shaken, sore, tender and unhappy. I could see how sore her pussy and pussy lips looked. Red and raw. She was completely filled with cum and it was only because she’d kept her arse in the air that none of it had dripped out. With the most delicate touch that I could muster, I gently lapped at the liquid before she slowly lowered herself down onto the bed. It tasted heavenly but I felt deely concerned about what I’d just witnessed and felt guilty that I was enjoying the fruits of their fuck. She rolled onto her back and I could see her nipples more clearly. They looked almost raw with the mistreament they’d faced and there was a hand shaped bruise developing on her left boob. I nearly cried for her. There’s no way my angel should be treated like that. She encouraged me to continue cleaning her and I carefully held her lips apart so I could clean out as much as I could get to. When I’d finished, I undressed, climbed on the bed, rolled her on her side and cuddled her gently from behind. She started crying quietly while I held her.
“He’s never been like that before. Never. He’s always been rough but not like that.” I could hear the anger in her sobs. “I’m done with this. This is not how I wanted to have a bull and cuckold relationship.” she continued before burying her face in the bed and letting go completely.
Some time later she wriggled a bit and I removed my arm from her so that she could head off to the shower. I think we were both livid about what had happened.
When she was finished, I dabbed some cream on her nipples and pussy before helping her get dressed. Wordlessly we stripped the bed and chucked my pillow in the bin before cramming everything into the washing machine.
Several days later she sent a message to Mark
Amanda:
We’re done. Please don’t contact me again.
TBC (if people are still interested)