Aftermath
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For some reason, I thought we should be talking about what had just occurred in our living room. About the rape fantasy I knew nothing about. About her proclaiming herself a MAGA slut. About her promising no sex with libtards. About her having multiple spazgasms with someone she despises. But no. She wants to talk about my one transgression of the evening. I was thrown off by the question.
“Yes,” was all I could muster.
“I’m disappointed in you. Let’s go upstairs. I need you to hold me,” she said as she gathered her clothes. I could see tears in her eyes. As we were walking, she continued our conversation.
“Did you get hard like that every night watching me?”
“Not every night,” I said remember the boring first date with Billie.
“Every night since Monday?”
“Umm. Yes,” I said, feeling my face flush.
“I just can’t believe this. Natalie seems to know my husband better than I know him myself.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, she told me you would get turned on hearing about me doing things with these guys and that the more detail I gave you, the better it would be for you. That turned out to be true. Then she told me you seemed like one of the husbands in her groups who like to watch their wives with other men, but you kept telling me you didn’t want to watch, so I thought she was full of it. Now, though, I know she was right about you. I’m going to ask you this one time and I want the truth. No more lies. Do you want to clean me up – with your mouth?”
“No! I am not lying. I will never want to do that.”
“I just had to ask. Natalie was so convinced you would like it. What if I didn’t give you a choice?”
“Huh? How would that work?”
She laid down on our bed, spreading her legs, giving me my first look at my wife’s destroyed pussy. Her formerly tight little pussy was red, swollen and gaping with cum leaking and soaking the whole area around her pussy. Her clit was protruding prominently at the top of her slit. “Come here and clean me up,” she said in a dominant tone.
“Um. No! I was serious.”
“You’re getting hard again. Are you sure?”
“Look at the pose you’re in. Of course I’m getting hard. But there is no way I want to lick you right now.”
“Ok. I believe you. Get undressed and get into bed. I’m going to clean up in the bathroom, then I need you to hold me while we talk about this.”
I quickly disrobed and waited in bed for Kim, hoping my balls would get some relief after all the unreleased tension of the last couple of days. Once she returned, we got into a spooning position with my hard cock nestled between her buttocks which she ignored as she continued.
“I need to know. Were you going to just watch while Tyler raped me?”
“You gave him your safe word. I thought you wanted it.”
“It was out of control long before I gave him my safe word. He was feeling me up and you just watched. He was stripping me naked against my will and you just watched. I screamed for your help, and you just watched. He groped my bare breasts and your watched. You would have watched him rape me. All with a hard-on. None of it would have happened if you hadn’t been spying on me.”
“Why do you think it wouldn’t have happened?”
“He saw you up there and thought you were there to watch us do something. Since I wasn’t giving in to his advances, he started testing your limits, which apparently were non-existent.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Sorry would be a good start.”
“I’m sorry.”
She was quiet for a while before I noticed she was crying. This wasn’t an act. There were real tears streaming from her eyes.
“Are you OK?”
“No. Tyler raped me.”
I didn’t know what to say, but I certainly could have done better that what came out of my mouth. “Why didn’t you use your safe word?”
Through sobs she tried her best to respond. “Don’t you think I’m beating myself up inside over not using it? I don’t know why. Well, I do know why. It fit an old fantasy of mine and then it just got away from me. I never wanted that fantasy to happen. It was just something I used to imagine in an abstract way, but I never expected it to become reality. I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I just hate myself right now.”
“Why do you hate yourself?”
“I had sex with Tyler, and he gave me an orgasm.”
“You didn’t have sex with him. He raped you.”
“I’m talking about after that when I was on top. I was fucking him. I had an orgasm. I kissed him. I hate myself. Do you hate me?”
“No, I don’t hate you. I just don’t understand why you never told me about your rape fantasy.”
“It wasn’t really a full-fledged fantasy. It was some stories I read in a book my friend Jenny found in her parents’ bedroom when we were fifteen. She gave it to me for safe keeping. It was a book with a bunch of BDSM stories. I read those stories over and over and over. I found myself gravitating towards the stories with undesirable men raping younger women. There was one with a virgin being raped by a homeless man that I read over and over. Once I finally had sex, I stopped reading those stories and transitioned to the types of fantasies you and I have explored.
Tonight, with Tyler, it was just the perfect storm. He’s disgusting, ignorant, rude, crude and abhorrent just like the homeless man in the story. So, when he started forcing himself on me, it brought back those memories of that story. I hoped the safe-word would make it safer and less rape-like, but then when I told him to go slow, he ignored me. It hurt so much. It felt like he was tearing me in two with that huge cock. It felt just like real rape, and I lost myself imagining I was the virgin in the story.”
“I wish you would have told me about the stories. Maybe then we could have role played it.”
“Sweetie, you’re too pretty for that. I want to have sex with you, so it would never be rape because you can’t rape the willing.”
“You weren’t acting at all. It was all real?”
“Yes. I understand if you hate me. It was just so wrong.”
“What about the MAGA and libtard stuff. Did you mean that?”
“Oh that. I knew that orgasm was going to be monumental. And, well, you saw it. It was like an out of body experience. I would have said anything to get him back inside of me.”
“What about later? When you said you loved his MAGA cock?”
“I did love his MAGA cock in that moment. I’m afraid I still love his MAGA cock. I know that I’m going to crave that full feeling again. That’s why I hate myself right now, because I hate him with every fiber of my being, but he just gave me two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had and a good third one. Did I just feel your cock twitch?”
She was right. My cock had twitched when she said she still loved Tyler’s MAGA cock and would crave it again.
“Um. I don’t know.”
“It definitely twitched, and I think I feel moisture down there now that wasn’t there before. Does it turn you on that I love his MAGA cock? Oh my. It twitched again. It does turn you on. What if I said I couldn’t have sex with you because you’re libtard?”
I tried to will my cock not to twitch again, but it did. I felt it swell and twitch. Kim turned around, looked down at my hard cock, then looked me in the eye. “I want the truth. Does this turn you on?”
“Yes, but I’m jealous too,” I admitted breaking eye contact, looking down at my cock, seeing copious amounts of pre-cum seeping from the tip.
Kim pulled my chin up to capture my gaze again, kissing me on the lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth. The tongue that ten minutes ago had been cleaning Tyler’s cock and balls. I didn’t taste any remnants of that, but knowing grossed me out a little. I forced myself to kiss her back because I knew she needed it at that moment. I needed a connection to my wife too.
“I love you baby. Now, let’s get some sleep,” Kim said.
“Aren’t we going to have sex?”
She turned the lights off before spooning herself back into me. “I told you, no sex for libtards.”
My cock twitched again.
“Oh yes, you like that. Besides. I can’t reward you for spying on me. I should be punishing you for doing that.”
Twitch.
“You want me to punish you?”
Twitch.
“I’m going to call Natalie in the morning…” Twitch “…I bet she’ll have lots of ideas…” Twitch. “…You saw Steve spanking me and me acting like a slut with him. I bet you loved that…” Twitch. “…Oh, and you saw me tied to the bed and used by Marco and the two strangers…” Twitch.
“They weren’t strangers. Natalie lied to you. They are guys Tim knows from high school named Derek and Mitch, which means they know me. Tim was there too, and she let him cum on you,” I said hoping to drive a little wedge between Kim and Natalie.
“Which one gave me the orgasm?”
“Derek,”
“Oh my. I received a friend request from a Derek on Facebook yesterday…” Twitch. “…I felt that. I should accept since he gave me such a nice orgasm….” Twitch. “…This has been fun, but I need some rest now. Let’s go to sleep.”
“I should go to the bathroom,” I said. I tried to move away, but she reached back to hold me against her.
“Don’t you dare play with yourself in there…” Twitch “…No cumming for libtards unless wifey says so.” Twitch.
She released me. I walked to the bathroom with my painfully hard cock leading the way. I had no idea how I was going to pee. I decided to brush my teeth before trying to pee, hoping my erection would subside and thankfully it subsided just enough for me to pee while sitting down. I returned to the bedroom to find Kim sleeping peacefully. I, on the other hand, tossed and turned all night trying to reconcile my feelings of jealousy and arousal.