2007-08-31

Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Disciplining Marsha
by RLM

Marsha learned how exciting sex could be when disciplined properly.
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Daily Routine:

Marsha Allen had just finished her usual breakfast of dry toast, oatmeal, and juice. Her husband Wade was still working on his scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and juice.

"I've got to hurry, Wade. Otherwise I'll be late for the meeting of my literary club. Be certain to empty the dryer, put the clothes in a basket so you can fold them when you get home from work. I have put the next load of laundry in a basket beside the washing machine. Put it in to wash before you leave for work. As soon as you get home, put those clothes in the dryer or they'll mildew."

Wade nodded to his wife as he continued working on his eggs and bacon. "Did you hear me, Wade?"

"Yes, Dear. I heard you... empty the dryer, put the next load into the washer, and be certain to put them into the dryer as soon as I come home from work."

"Well, nod your head or something when I give you directions, so I'll know that you both heard and understand. It's really not hard. Just bob your head up and down."

"All right, Dear. I'll remember to do that."

"Good. We're going out for dinner tonight. See you later."

"Where are we going?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know."

Before leaving for work, Wade followed his wife's instructions to the letter... removing the clothes from the dryer... putting them on the dining room table so he would remember to fold them later on... and starting the next load of wash. When he finished, he had to hurry or he would be late for work at the bank.

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Wade was indeed late for work, by 6 minutes. He hurried to his office, nodding to his secretary as he entered. At 34, Wade Allen was already an Associate Vice-President whose primary responsibility involved the assessment of the value of collateral being submitted by the bank's clients when they applied for loans. He was already examining the stack of folders on his desk when Haskell Richardson, the bank's president, stuck his head in the door.

"Good morning, Wade. Is every thing Ok?"

"Every thing's fine, Haskell. Just got a late start this morning. Sorry about that."

"Not a problem, Wade. It's your astute evaluations of collateral that we want... not your presence 8 hours a day. You know that."

"I do, Haskell, and I appreciate it."

"Just stopped by to remind you that CC will be paying us a visit this next week. He's particularly interested in our loan business and practice, so you can expect to be the key player for the bank. He'll be spending a lot of time looking over your shoulder."

"I'll be ready, Haskell. I'm sure CC will be more than satisfied with every thing by the time he leaves."

"Great! Let me know if you need anything... additional secretarial help... whatever."

"Thanks. I will."

After Haskell left, I quickly scanned my check list of things that needed to be done before CC arrived. CC was short for Cortez Cardona, the CEO of the corporation. I knew he would be conducting an incredibly thorough investigation. There were many, many rumors about CC that involved his money, his power, his dominating personality, and the women he left in his wake. None of that concerned me. All that mattered in my mind was the efficiency of the loan operation of our bank.

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Marsha still wasn't home when I arrived around 5:30 PM. Although I had already put in a tense and difficult day at work, I knew that I needed to hurry. I removed the wet clothes from the washing machine and put them into to dry. While that was in progress, I folded all the dried clothes that were on the dining room table and put them up in our bedroom. By that time, the other clothes were dry. It took me 15 minutes to fold and hang them up. When Marsha arrived, the laundry was completed, and I was busy vacuuming the floor in preparation for the reception for CC on Monday.

Marsha examined my work and was apparently satisfied. "Good. Seems like you got every thing done. I didn't think you would. You know it's quite an imposition to have to host your CEO next Monday night."

"I know, and I appreciate it, Dear. Have you decided where we're going to eat tonight?"

"We're going to Luigi's. I'm going to take a short nap. Be ready in 30 minutes, Wade. I'm hungry."

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After dinner, Marsha said, "There's a new movie showing at the mall. The women in my literary club said it's very good. We just have time to make the 8 PM showing."

"I've heard about that movie, Marsha. It's really a chick flick. Why don't you and your friends at the literary club go?"

"Because I'd rather go tonight. Hurry up. I don't want to miss the start."

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It was after 10 PM when we got back home. The movie was even worse than I had anticipated... two women struggling to find themselves and learn the true meaning of life. The only saving grace was my wife's sexy legs and ass, which I spent most of the movie either looking at or thinking about. Now, as she walked toward our bedroom, her ass swinging, I got hard thinking about sinking my cock into her pussy.

When I entered our bedroom, she was already down to her bra, panties, and stockings. Marsha was sitting in front of her mirror brushing her hair. When she finished and turned to face me, her legs spread wide allowing me to see that the lips of her pussy weren't completely covered. Her bra was thin enough for me to see her nipples through the material. I got even harder. "Are you interested in making love, Honey? I'm already hard just looking at you."

My wife looked erotic and hot, but, as usual, she had no interest in having sex with me.
"I'm too tired, Wade. I told you that I had a hard day, and the movie was sort of depressing." My wife sat down on our bed, pulled down her bra, and opened her legs even wider when she gave me the disappointing news.

I knew Marsha was teasing me with her body with no intention of following up. It was infuriating, but I had no idea what to do about it.
"I told you that I didn't want to go."

"Well... we went... and I'm tired. Are you going to bed now?"

"No. I think I'll have a beer first."

"Ok. Just be careful not to wake me when you do come to bed," she said as she pulled the covers up over her now naked body.

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Reception for CC:

CC arrived at the bank promptly at 8 AM the following Monday morning. After the obligatory greetings and introductions, he was hard at work examining the bank's financial records by 8:30 AM. By 10 AM, he was in my office going over all my records, demanding more information, and subjecting me to an intense grilling.

"Mr. Allen," he said softly but firmly, "I'd like to see your records concerning loans rejected, please."

"Yes, Sir. All of those records for the past two years are in the stack of folders marked "R" on the table."

For the next two hours, CC went over every single record while I worked on more current bank business. Finally, he closed the folder and looked at me. "Remarkable... just remarkable. The independent follow-up studies conducted by the bank show that your recommendation was correct over 90% of the time. The collateral being offered in almost every case ended up not being sufficient to cover the loan when default occurred. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to examine the record of loans approved by you."

"Certainly, Sir. Those are in the stack marked "A"."

CC skipped lunch and so did I. Around 2 PM, he again closed the "A" files and said, "Outstanding! Even brilliant! Not one single case of inadequate collateral when loans had to be called. How do you manage this?"

"Just hard work, Mr. Cardona. I spend a lot of time studying market trends and specific stocks. When collateral is offered about which I'm not knowledgeable, I make it a point to correct that gap in my knowledge and information before making decisions."

"Tell me, do you apply this talent to your own stock portfolio, or do you only make recommendations to the bank?"

"I always put my own money behind my recommendations to the bank, Sir. I wouldn't feel justified without doing that."

"Impressive. How successful have you been in your own investments?"

"About the same record as that for the bank, Sir. The income my wife and I enjoy comes more from my stock investments than from my salary with the bank."

"Well... that's one thing that not satisfactory... absolutely unsatisfactory."

Confused, I replied, "I don't understand, Sir."

"Simple, by this time next month, your salary with the bank will have increased a great deal. This is the best performance of any loan officer with any bank in our corporation. It's so good, in fact, that we must be able to make use of your exceptional talents to an even greater extent than we're doing."

I was both stunned and elated at the same time. "I don't know what to say other than, thank you, Sir. Your confidence in me is even more rewarding than any raise you might arrange."

"Great job, Wade. Just a great job! Haskell tells me the reception tonight is at your home. I'm really looking forward to it."

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Our home was crowded that evening. Every employee of the bank and their spouse was present. The caterer had done a superb job. The wine was varied and excellent. We had turned our game room into a dance floor, and judging from the number of couples dancing, that was proving to be a big hit as well.

CC was chatting with me about sports when Marsha came over. "Marsha, I'd like for you to meet Mr. Cortez Cardona. He's the CEO of the corporation. Mr. Cardona this is my wife, Marsha."

"Delighted," CC said in a silken voice. "You're even more beautiful than I had been told. Please call me either CC or Cortez. And Wade, I would be very pleased if you would do the same."

"Why, thank you CC. Wade, please see that caterers have brought enough sandwiches and dessert."

"All right, Dear. Please excuse me, CC."

I hurried off to do what my wife had instructed. It was 15 minutes before I got every thing straightened out. CC was still chatting with my wife when I joined them. When I approached, I saw that she was very close to him with her large breasts pressed against his arm.

Turning to me, Marsha said, "Did you do what I told you?" When I nodded, she added, "Good. I usually have to tell him everything more than once, CC. Now go check the champagne, Wade. Make sure the waiters have an adequate supply."

Again, I nodded and left on my assigned task. This time it took a little over 10 minutes. When I once more rejoined my wife and CC, she again asked, "Did you take care of the checking on the champagne?" She still had her breasts touching Cardona's arm as she was speaking to me. In fact, it seemed to be more than just touching... it looked to me as if she was rubbing them against his arm.

"Yes, Dear. The waiters assure me that there's no problem."

"Ok. Now several of our guests are ready to leave but as you can see, if you take the time to look, that quite a few of them have had too much to drink. I want you to be their designated driver, Wade. Drive the Bartels home. They're ready to leave. Hurry back because the Jackson's need the same service. By the time you get that done, you'll need to drive the Gardiner's back home."

"But that's at least 40 miles there and 40 back," I protested.

"You're a real marvel with numbers, Wade. Just drive them and make sure they arrive home safely."

Acutely embarrassed in front of my CEO, I nodded and left to serve as the Bartels designated driver. I drove within the speed limit, but made the best time I could. As soon as I got back to our home, the Jacksons were waiting for me. After taking them home, I returned a second time, picked up the Gardiners and started the long trip to their home.

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Not long after my husband left, our guests began to leave, all of them except CC. The man exuded incredible confidence and power. I was pleased that he wanted to stay longer. I had had my breasts against him much of the evening. I knew he was hoping for more.

"Would you like another drink, CC? I'll be happy to make one for you," I said, giving him my best smile.

"No thank you. A drink doesn't interest me. At the moment, I'm much more interested in you."

I felt my face flush with a combination of pleasure, embarrassment, and some fear. Flirting was something I enjoyed but that as far as I cared for things to go. Fondling was too far, and sex was out of the question. I didn't enjoy sex that much even with my husband. But I knew enough about men to realize that a powerful man like CC would not long tolerate a reluctant female. I couldn't think of anything to say.

"I've spent most of the day today with your husband inspecting his work. I was looking for poor performance, incompetence or worse. Do you know what I found?"

"No. But I can imagine. As you've seen, I have to repeat orders to him all the time."

"No... I don't think you have any idea at all, Marsha. What I found was a level of excellence of performance I have never seen before. Wade is dedicated, hard working, courageous, and an absolutely brilliant analyst. Tell me, are you always so insulting to your husband?"

"I wasn't insulting. I just told him to assist our guests."

"It was much more than that, Marsha. But we don't have time to discuss your behavior further. Wade will be back in an hour and a half to two hours. We will need all of that time. Shall we go?"

"Go where? Need time for what?"

"To your bedroom, of course. I'm going to fuck you."

"I'm not going to have sex with you," I sputtered.

"Yes, you are. You've been teasing and flirting with me all night. You haven't missed a single opportunity to thrust your large tits out and press them against me ... accidentally, of course. I have enjoyed it as you have, but we're both going to enjoy fucking much more. Lead the way, Marsha."

CC took my arm and propelled me toward the rear of the house where the master bedroom was. "Let me go! I don't want to have sex with you. Just because I teased you a little doesn't mean I want to do it."

I was struggling in his grasp. He looked surprised... actually surprised. His surprise allowed me to slip out of his gasp and kick him hard in the shin. A grunt of pain came from his lips. I had hurt him and that pleased me.

"Enough! No woman teases and flirts, flaunts her tits and presses them against a man while sending her husband off on silly errands to get him out of the house, and then kicks the man she's been teasing. That's outrageous!"

CC moved toward me again. When he was within range, I suddenly moved forward and brought my knee up hard and fast between his legs. But he knew what I intended and was ready for it. At the last moment, he moved aside, and my knee hit the outside of his thigh and slid off harmlessly. He didn't give me another chance.

Before I realized what was happening, CC had picked me up while holding my about the waist as my legs and arms flailed the air. Instead of carrying me into the bedroom as I expected, he walked a few steps to one of the couches, sat down, and turned me over his knees, face down.

I was struggling wildly trying to get off his lap, but he was far too strong for me. I expected him to start screaming at me. Instead, he spoke in calm, icy voice that sent shivers through me.

"Lift your hips, Marsha, so I can pull up your dress... otherwise, it will rip apart when I pull it up. It would be a shame to ruin such a beautiful garment. Now! Lift your hips!"

I was shaking too hard to move. He shrugged and pulled my dress higher on my hips. "Last chance, Marsha. Lift your hips or say goodbye to your dress."

I was shuddering so hard, I couldn't think. I realized my hips were lifting allowing CC to pull my dress up around my waist. Only the thin white panties still preserved my modesty. I knew... just knew the way a woman knows... that they wouldn't preserve it much longer.

The sound of my panties being torn apart filled the room. "OOohhhh... noooo... don't please... don't."

He ignored me as I knew he would. The cool air on my now naked ass sent even more shivers of fear and something else through me.

"Arch your ass, Marsha. Arch your ass! Now!"

With my naked ass arched, I was shaking with fear. I knew Cardona was going to spank me... hard... maybe even whip me with his belt.
I realized I was doing as he said. My ass arched. He held me firmly in place with one hand and brought the other one down on my naked ass with authority. Stinging pain shot through my ass.

"AAAUUUGGG... AAAEEEIIII... DON'T... STOP... NOOOOOOO!"

CC began to spank my ass even harder, alternating between cheeks until both felt like they were on fire. I was learning how a cow felt when being branded.

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"

"OOHH... OOHH... OOHH... STOP... AAAEEE... GGHHAA... GGHHAAA. NOOO..NOOO...STOP... STOP!"

Desperately, I tried to shield my burning ass with my hands, but Cardona held them pinned against the small of my back. His hand was now roaming all over my bottom... from the left cheek to the right one... then downward to the tops of my thigh... then right on my ass crack. Harder and harder. I was shrieking and wailing helplessly.

Cardona�s hand descended on my ass again and again. WHACK! I screamed. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK.! WHACK! Now, I was gasping. Just when the burning pain was radiating through my ass and downward into my pussy, I felt my vagina beginning to throb... Moments later, my clitoris was erect and throbbing even harder than my vagina. WHACK! CC's hand spanked just below my anus. My clit expanded and danced.

"AAHHH!!" came my explosive cry of passion.

"Spread your legs, Marsha. Open your legs wide... do it now!"

I didn't even hesitate. My right leg was almost off Cardona's lap I was spread so wide. I knew he was staring right at my throbbing pussy. I wanted him to see it. I tried to spread even wider.

Cardona's hand was now between my gaping thighs against my wet pussy. He was spanking it... not hard... but hard enough to make me throb and howl. I knew I was going to cum... I was so close. But the closer I got, the slower the hand moved. When I was right on the edge of a blinding orgasm, he stopped.

"NOOOoooo... don't stop! FINISH MEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAMN YOU! FINISH ME!!"

My ass was on fire, but my cunt and clit were throbbing with need to such an extent that I didn't even feel the burning of my ass. Then I heard that firm, calm, no-nonsense masculine voice.

"Are you ready to behave like a woman instead of a shrew, Marsha?"

"You Bastard!" I shouted. "Why did....AAAAEEEEEEEEE!"

That was as far as I got before the hand whacked my naked ass with the hardest blow yet. Once more, that hot, masculine voice cut through my female brain:

"Are you ready to behave like a woman instead of a shrew, Marsha?"

"Ooohhh god, yes... YES!"

"Are you ready to be fucked, Marsha?"

"Please... please!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," I moaned helplessly still aware of the demanding throbbing of my vagina and clitoris.

Once more, I felt Cardona effortlessly sweep me up in his arms. This time, however, I held on by wrapping my arms about his neck and snuggling against his powerful body. He had one hand on my ass as he took me to the bedroom. I squirmed against it, hoping he would rub my pussy. He didn't. By the time we reached the master bedroom, I was again wild with sexual heat.

He threw the covers back with one hand while holding me with the other. When he put on the bed, he began to remove his own clothes. "I'm going to allow you to select the first fucking position, Marsha. Be in it by the time I have my clothes off. After that, I shall be in charge as it should be. You will be fucked however I decide to fuck you."

I wasn't trembling any longer. I was shaking like a leaf. Without wasting a moment, I got on my hands and knees, lowered my head to the bed, arched my still burning ass high in the air, spread my knees wide, and reached back and pulled my cunt open, something that I had never, ever done for my husband.

Cardona didn't make me wait. I felt his cock against my pussy... slowly sliding up and down my soaked sex trench. The sensation was delicious, particularly when his cock reached my erect clitoris. CC rotated his cock in sensuous circles about my throbbing organ causing my vagina to repeatedly contract and open, begging for entry.

My pussy erupted with female delight when I felt the thick male shaft stretching me open and entering.
The head entered my sex channel and pushed deeper inside. Hard spasms of pleasure shot up and down my vagina. He gave me more. I remember groaning helplessly as I was impaled on his throbbing shaft. The big cock stretched me open more and more until the head bottomed out in my cunt. I grunted like a whore and began to beg:

"OOOhhhhh fuck me, Cortez. Fuck me! Hard. Please... Harder! Faster!"

My head was suddenly jerked backwards as Cardona used my hair to pull my cunt back onto his cock. As my hips were pulled backward, he drove his prick in hard... deep... slugging it against my womb. I came... hard... my cunt and clit expanding and pulsing. The hard cock didn't give me a moment to recover. Instead, Cortez rammed into me even harder.

Jerking my head backwards, my cunt was forced down Cardona's cock at the same time as he rammed it into me.
When my hair was released, I was unable to hold my head up. The sensations erupting inside my pussy were too intense. With my head on the bed, my hair was out of his reach so he used my arms instead. They were both pulled back and used as handholds to jerk my ass onto his huge dick as he fucked me even harder. With all eight inches of cock hammering against my womb, I came again... and then again. Cortez began spanking my ass as he fucked me. Although I was shrieking... begging him not to spank me so hard... my orgasms surged to even greater heights.

I was screaming helplessly against the bedcovers as CC fucked me like a sex slave... my cunt nothing more than a hot, throbbing cum receptacle.
"I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt, Marsha. I have not ejaculated inside a woman in over a week so the load will be huge. I suggest you take an extra birth control pill later tonight. Are you ready?"

"Aahh... AAHH... Aahh... In ... IN... SHOOT... me... in ... aaahhh... meee," I heard myself babbling.

The huge, throbbing phallus plowed into my upraised cunt as Cardona fucked me like a sex slave. I was grunting into the bed covers as saliva ran from my open mouth. I could feel the huge organ expanding... throbbing... jerking inside me... then came the slickness... the squishing noises of cum being pumped into a female hole and churned into a thick froth by a huge male piston. I heard my own voice howling as my sex organs exploded around Cardona's erupting cock.

"OOOHHH GOD! I'M CUMMINGGG!! FILL ME! FINISH ME! CUM IN MY CUNT!"
I don't know how long I lay there on the bed, lungs heaving, mouth open and gasping, cum running in rivers out of my stretched cunt. I felt Cortez moving around. I moaned... knowing that he would fuck me again. When I opened my eyes, I saw this powerful masculine stud lying on his back. He gazed at me with his dark, smoldering eyes and gave me one word commands:

"SUCK!"

Pushing myself up on one arm, I grasped Cardona's cock. He was already hard again. It was just huge... a thick, pulsing, pussy destroyer. There was no possible way I could get his organ into my mouth, but I was certainly going to try. Kissing the big pulsing head, I rammed my mouth down the shaft and gagged as it hit the opening to my throat.

It was easily the biggest cock I had ever sucked or attempted to suck.
He held me in place and slowly began to mouth fuck me until 6 inches were entering and leaving on each stroke. I could hear him grunting with male satisfaction each time I sucked on his rod. I thought he might cum in my mouth, but he prefered my cunt.

"MOUNT!"

When I raised my body and straddled his hips, the sight of his semen dripping from my vagina onto his belly was erotic... dirty... and intensely exciting. My cunt throbbed at the sight. Wrapping my hand about his sex stick, I steadied it as I raised my hips high above the purple, engorged head, its small, single eye opening with desire for the hot, wet hole right above it.

Cortez jerked my hips downward impaling me on his shaft which raced up my cum-slickened channel to my waiting womb.

His cock was immense... just huge, and Cardona rammed all of it into my cunt on the first stroke.
"UUGGHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Again, this man I had just met was fucking me with hard, determined strokes, each one thudding with authority into my spastically contracting pussy. With my vagina filled with the thick sperm and semen from his first load, each plunge of his organ into me produced an erotic series of squishing sounds that quickly had me on the brink of another climax. His cock took me over the edge with one hard thrust that lifted my hips high.

After I had cum another time as Cardona held my hips steady and powered hard, rapid, deep fuck strokes into me, he pulled me back so that I was lying on top of his body with his prick still deeply sunk into my pussy. He whispered softly into my ear:

"I must cum in you again. This time I want to watch my cock fucking your cunt... sinking in and out of you as I fill your pussy once more with my cream."

My body just shook with excitement as he said it. "Put me on my back, Darling. On the edge of the bed. You can stand by the side and fuck me. When I left my legs you'll be able to see every thing."

"Beautiful." he whispered in return.

The position was almost obscene. He held my legs by my ankles high in the air... spreading me wide open as his thick, long cock fucked in and out of my gaping hole. He could see every thing.

Cardona stared at my totally exposed cunt and clit as he slowly pushed his cock into me. I felt my clit throb hard.
"God! You have an enormous clit. I shall have to spend a lot of time pleasuring it the next time I fuck you."

At the words "next time", my pussy contracted in a hard spasm. He fucked me harder and my orgasm surged through my tightly plugged vagina.

"I'm not sure we can do this again... aahhhhhh... uunngghhh..."

"Quiet! We fuck when I say we fuck. Now, I'm going to cum inside you again."

Once more, I felt him hammering his shaft deep inside my cunt... then, throbbing and filling me with cum as my vagina erupted around his shooting prick.
I could feel his organ expanding, throbbing, and then jerking in repeated spasms as Cardona shot a series of thick streams of semen and sperm deep inside me. When his cock finally subsided, the neck of my womb was immersed in a deep pool of thick male fluids. I wondered if his huge loads could make me pregnant in spite of my birth control pills.

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Because of the heavy traffic, It was two hours before I made it back to our house.

When I arrived home, all the guests had left, and the house was empty. Even most of the lights were out. I found Marsha in our bedroom. She turned over when I came into the room, so I knew she wasn't asleep. I stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible and climbed into bed beside her. I was hard... really hard.

Snuggling up against Marsha, I was delighted to find her naked. I ran my hand over her ass and reached around her to cup her tits. She ignored me. Hoping to fire her sexual desire, I pressed my hand between her thighs onto her pussy. I was momentarily encouraged by her completely soaked and gushing cunt. Even her inner thighs were wet. But she pulled away from me.

"I'm too tired and I've had too much to drink, Wade. I don't want to have sex."

"But you're wet... really wet!"

"I know. I was hot and waiting for you, but you took too long, and I fell asleep. Now I'm too sleepy to fuck. Go to sleep or whatever."

"We haven't made love in a week, Marsha. I'm so hard, Darling. I want you so badly. Please."

"I told you I'm sleepy and tired. What part of that don't you understand?"

I gave up.

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Tuesday:

Although CC continued his inspection of the bank throughout the entire week, he was not present nearly as much as he had been on Monday. Each morning he prepared lists of information and documents that he wanted to inspect the following morning. He then spent the rest of the morning examining the documents he had requested the previous day. After lunch, we never saw him in the building.

When I asked Haskell about this on Tuesday afternoon, he said, "CC has rented a suite of rooms at the Marriott for the week. He told me he prefers to work there so as to avoid distractions." That seemed reasonable to me so I gave the matter no further thought.

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"I told you we couldn't do this again, Cortez. I'm married. I can't and won't have sex with you again. I just came over here to tell you that," I said firmly... meaning every word.

"Be quite and bend over the arm of the couch. Now.!" Cardova ordered.

"I will not!" I screamed at him.

Cortez shook his head and calmly removed his belt. Holding one of my arms, he gave me one sharp lash of the belt across my thighs. Even though my dress shielded me a little, the sharp stinging pain still brought a groan from my lips.

"Are you certain you wouldn't like to be fucked, Marsha?" he asked, once again punctuating his question with a second stroke of the belt... this time across my ass.

"OOooohhhhh god..." I moaned deep in my throat.

Cardova whipped my ass again. Once more, I heard myself moan, but the burning of my ass was overpowered by the intensely exciting feeling of my vagina throbbing. When Cortez again pushed my toward the couch, I didn't resist.

Once he had me lying over the arm of the couch, his hands caressed and spanked my ass through my dress. The spanking was firm and erotic rather than punishing. Very quickly, I felt my body pulsing with excitement as my hips squirmed beneath his hands.

"Pull your dress up, Marsha."

When I hesitated, Cortez began spanking me harder. "Pull your dress up, Marsha," he said again, this time more firmly. I knew it was my last warning before I felt his belt again. I was amazed to find myself still hesitating when I knew what the penalty would be.

"WHACK!" Cardona's belt hit my butt with sufficient firmness and force to cause me to howl. The strip of ass flesh beneath the belt burned, but my cunt was contracting with excitement. Frantically, I yanked my dress up around my waist exposing my thin, white panties. A few seconds later, those panties were gone as Cardona swiftly pulled them off. Now, nothing was protecting my naked ass.

"See this, Marsha?" I heard him ask.

Looking back, I saw he was holding an English-type discipline cane. It was a wicked-looking, thin cane that would rip my buttocks open if applied with force. I felt Cortez lay it across my ass.

I was so hot I couldn't believe it. I wanted to feel the sting of the cane on my ass. I knew I would cum instantly when Cortez whipped me with it.
"Do you wish to be fucked, Marsha?"

When I didn't answer quickly enough, I heard the swish of the cane through the air and then felt my ass burst into a line of hot fire where the cane had struck.

"GGGHHHHAAAAAAAA!!"

The cane swished through the air again and second line of fire covered my other ass cheek. That was followed by a series of light taps with the cane that had me arching my ass higher to get more of the sensation. My pussy was gushing.

"More... more... I'm about to cum... spank me more," I gasped as I ground my mound against the surface of the couch trying desperately to make myself cum.

"Hot maso bitch!" Cortez spanked my naked butt with his hand until my hips were pumping frantically in hot fuck motions. Just before I climaxed, Cardona stopped.

"Ooohhh... please... Don't stop. I'm about to cum. Do me more... please!"

Cardona again ignored me. Instead of bringing me to a climax, he carried me to the bed where he tied my wrists together and pulled my arms over my head and bound them to the bed frame. After blindfolding me, he went to the foot of the bed and tied my ankles as he had my breasts. My tits were thrust upward, and Cardona took immediate advantage of my position.

I was helpless, blindfolded, with my tits thrusting upward.
In an instant, he had my bra off and was pulling, twisting, tugging, and finally sucking on my nipples while squeezing and manipulating both of my breasts. Each time my nipples were sucked hard, squeezed, or pulled, the sensations rippled down my body to my pussy where they produced hard contractions of my vagina and dancing pulsations of my erect clitoris. In just seconds, Cardona had my hips thrusting and churning as if I was being fucked.

My hips pumped in wild fuck motions as Cortoz worked my naked tits.
It took only a few minutes before my hole erupted in an intense orgasm. Quickly, Cardona untied my ankles and spread-eagled me.

"Your clit is fucking huge, Marsha. Look down and you can see it throbbing and dancing in and out of your slit."

"Ooohhhh shit... I can feel it... I don't have to see it... ooohhhh fuckkkkkkk," I moaned as the delicious sensations engulfed my sex organs.

I was still throbbing when I felt Cortez's tongue licking my slit and then my clit. It expanded and contracted in hot spasms. He stabbed me with his tongue tip, and my pussy whooshed air. Using the flat of his tongue, he dragged it slowly and sensuously up the engorged shaft of my throbbing clit. I came again. My blindfold was removed as juices ran from my excited hole and seeped down the crack of my ass.

My eyes had not quite become accustomed to the light when my vagina and clitoris exploded in an intense orgasm from the vibrator that was being pressed between my legs.

My clitoris was exploding under the vibrator. I couldn't stop screeching and howling.
"AAAEEEEIIIIIIIIII.... TOO INTENSE... STOP! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWD! CAN'T TAKE THIS.... UUNNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

All my wails and begging produced was more pressure of the vibrator against my wildly pulsing clit followed my a wild rotation of the vibrating knob all over the surface of my pussy. My pussy again whooshed air as it contracted in hard spasms. In just minutes, l lost bladder control and peed all over the bed in uncontrolled spurts.

After peeing all over the bed, I lost consciousness as my pussy continued to throb in near continuous climaxes.
After a half dozen, intense orgasms, my system could take no more, and I lost consciousness.

I have no idea how long I was out. When I came to, my legs were high in the air and spread wide. Cortez was mounted on me thrusting his huge cock in and out of my dilated cunt. Every stroke was driving my hips deep into the mattress. As the cock head thudded into my womb, Cortez's pubic bone was mashed hard against my clitoris. He rotated his hips causing me to scream with the intense sensations that were exploding through my swollen clitoris. If it was large before, it felt huge... swollen... engorged as Cortez worked it ... making it erupt in one orgasm after another.

The randy CEO screwed me like a hot whore... which is exactly what he made me feel like. "OOohhhh god... sooo good... fuck me harder, Darling... screw my pussy, Baby. I'm cumming again.... aaaahhhhhhhh... shit... fuck me!"

The thick shaft stretched my hole into a huge oval as it relentlessly fucked me ... When Cardona fired his load into me, I felt like a cum whore.
"Take it, you hot Slut!"

"Yessssssssssss..."

"FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT!!"

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Tuesday evening, I found Marsha asleep in our bedroom when I arrived home. Shaking her gently to awaken her, I asked, "Are you all right, Dear? I've never seen you take a nap this early in the day."

"Oooh, yes, I'm fine. Just needed to rest. How long have you been home?"

"I just got home. What tired you out so much today?"

"I .. eh... I had a lot of meetings."

"What meetings? I didn't know you were going to any meeting today."

"I just got tired... all right! Let's go out for dinner."

"Sure. No problem. Any preferences?"

"You pick."

As we were heading to the car, Marsha was moving very slowly. Playfully, I swatted her on the butt and said, "Let's move it, Darling. Your husband is starving."

"UUNNGGHHH! Don't... that hurts."

"It hurt? I hardly swatted you. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes... yes.. I told you I was fine. Just tired."

"You're walking funny too," I said very puzzled.

"Would you stop! Enough Already! Let's go eat."

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Wednesday:

At 1 PM on Wednesday, Marsha was once again in Cardona�s suite of rooms in the Marriott Inn. This time, she had put up no protest when CC had called her that morning and ordered her to come over at 12:30 PM. Nor did she protest when he ordered her strip down her stockings and heels. They were both white, and when she had looked at herself in the mirror earlier that morning, she thought she looked very sexy. She hoped that Cortez thought so too.

Once she was naked except for the heels and hose, she eagerly mounted the exercise bench, straddling it with her ass close to the end. Her pussy was already throbbing when she felt Cardona tying her ankles to the rear legs and her wrists to the front legs. The position had her large breasts mashed hard against the surface of the padded bench. It also arched her hips and totally exposed both her ass and her cunt.

Once naked and securely bound to the exercise bench with her pussy and ass exposed, Marsha's body shuddered with a mixture of intense excitement and fear.
Cardona spent five minutes rubbing Marsha's ass in slow sensuous circles. After five minutes, she was squirming, moaning, and trying desperately to hunch her ass upward, but her bounds held her tightly against the bench.

Gradually, the slow stroking of her ass began to change to a gently slapping of her cheeks. They jiggled each time Cardona's hand slapped them. With each slap, the blows became harder until Cortez was spanking her harder and faster.

After Cardona had worked on her ass for 10 minutes, Marsha's cunt was gushing with need.
"Oh ugh... Ooohh... uugghh... Oh ugh... Ooohh... uugghh..."

Cardona spanked Marsha's sweating, wildly excited ass again and again. Her body went rigid, her toes pointed, and her mouth opening in hoarse scream. Most of her muscles contracted as a torrent of sexual juices squirted powerfully from her vagina. Marsha's ass had long since turned red. "OOohhh god... ooohhh god... I'm going to cummmmmmmm...."

With her ass beet red, Marsha's vagina throbbed on edge of an intense orgasm.
Without warning, Cardona stopped and said, "I have some paperwork to finish, Marsha, before I'll have time to finish you. I'll be back in about a half hour."

"Nooo... you can't leave me here like this. Please... do me now. Do your work later... please," she begged trying to spread her legs even wider to persuade him to take care of her needs first. "Please! Fuck me now!"

"Quiet! I said later."

It was almost 40 minutes before Cardona returned. Marsha was writhing on the exercise bench, moaning, her pussy soaked with her need. For the past 20 minutes, she had been trying unsuccessfully to rub her clitoris against the leather surface so she could cum.

"GGGHHHAAAAAA... GAWD! FUCK MEEEEEEE... PLEASE... SCREW ME HARD... LET ME CUM!!"

When Marsha felt Cardona's cock entering her cunt, she began to beg him to screw her harder... faster. Holding her hips for leverage, he drove his huge cock deep inside her pussy... hard and fast. By the time Cardona's sperm exploded into her cunt, Wade's wife was having near continuous orgasms.

Marsha's cunt exploded in orgasm a few strokes after CC began fucking her.
Around 3 PM, Cardona had Marsha on the bed, naked save for her heels. She was leaning back with her legs up and spread wide open, and her knees bent as she held her pussy open. Cardona aimed the camera between her gaping thighs and zoomed in on her open cunt.

Each time the shutter clicked, Marsha got closer to an orgasm.
"Smile, Marsha. When I'm back in corporate headquarters in Atlanta, I'll have these pics to remind me of your luscious body." Each time she heard the shutter click, her pussy throbbed.

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Wednesday evening, it was more of the same. Although my wife wasn't in bed when I got home from work, she was lying on the couch. She looked like she had just come in from a three mile run. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes mussed and damp with sweat.

"Did you just come in?" I asked.

"Yes... about five minutes before you did."

"You look exhausted again. What were you doing. You're sweating so much, your dress is stuck to your body."

"I've been working out in the yard. It's hot, exhausting work. I don't feel like going out to dinner. Why don't you order something brought in."

I did as Marsha had asked. While waiting for dinner, I took a stroll around the house. After checking every flower bed, every bush, and every tree, I could find no indication that Marsha had been working in the yard. The grass had not been mowed, and I had never, ever seen her mow the grass.

That night, I once more tried to have sex with my wife and was even less successful than I had been previously. She wouldn't even undress in front of me.

"You know I've been very tired and worn out. I may be getting sick. Please stop asking me for sex every night. When I feel like it, I'll let you know."

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Thursday:

Early Thursday morning, Cortez Cardona entered Wade's office with a smile. "Good morning, Wade. Hope you had a nice evening."

"Good morning, Mr. Cardona. My evening was fine except Marsha seems to be a bit out of sorts or something. How about you? Did you have to work most of the night?"

"No, not at all, thanks to your excellent work. In fact, I've finished up my work here. I do have one more job I would like for you to handle for me."

"Not a problem. What is it?"

"I would like for you to draft an executive summary followed by a synopsis of the analysis methods you employ in making collateral evaluations. I intend to recommend to the Board of Directors that your methods be adopted as the corporation standard. Since I will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, I will need it tomorrow morning. Is that possible?"

Wade was speechless for a moment. Finally, he regained his voice. "I'm deeply flattered and pleased, Mr. Cardona. I will certainly prepare a document that meets your standards and requirements."

"Great... but there's no need for you to feel flattered. I'm just delivering what you have most certainly earned. By the way, what seems to be the problem with Marsha?"

"She's tired and exhausted all the time. But it's more than that, I'm afraid."

"How so?"

"Well, she's just not very responsive... I'm sure you understand what I mean."

Cardona nodded. "Wade, I would like for you set aside most of tomorrow morning for a private meeting with me. We will go over your synopsis and some other matters. Can your schedule accommodate that?"

"For you... absolutely."

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It was nearly 11 AM when Marsha answered the phone. Instinctively, she knew it was Cardona. It was.

"Good morning, Marsha. I shall be at your house at 1 PM. You will be dressed in a pair of four-inch heels and nothing else. Leave the front door unlocked. After I arrive, I will go immediately to your bedroom where you will be waiting for me in the proper position... on your knees, head on the bed, ass high in the air, with your knees wide apart. Is all of this clear?"

Just listening to Cardona�s voice was sending shivers of sexual excitement racing through Marsha's body. Automatically, her free hand plunged between her thighs which pressed together in a death grip locking her hand tightly against her throbbing pussy.

When there was no answer, Cardona repeated his question. "Is that clear?" All he heard in response were Marsha's heated moans.

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The door opened immediately when Cortez turned the knob shortly before 1 PM. He didn't expect Marsha to greet him. After closing and locking the door behind him, he began to remove his clothes on his way to the master bedroom. Except for his pants and briefs, he was naked when he reached it. As he expected, Marsha was kneeling on the bed with her ass high in the air. She was naked and waiting. Cardona could see the moisture of her excitement seeping from her gaping pussy.

With her pussy throbbing, Marsha waited for Cortez to fuck her.
"Is that you, Cortez? Who's there?"

"A male with a very hard, large cock, Marsha. That's all you need to know. Raise your ass higher." Her ass rose another few inches as her knees moved further apart.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh.... god... you're so fucking big! UUGGHH! OOOOooohhh... YES! GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!" Marsha's hands balled into fists as he clutched the sheet and then twisted it when she felt the huge sex spike plunging deep into her hot cunt.

The huge sex spike stretched Wade's wife open and sank into her cunt.
"OOOHHhh yesss.. fuck me... fuck me, Cortez... fuck my hot cunt... aaahhh... ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ..."

The hot, wet, throbbing sex tube felt fantastic around Cardona's raging prick. Each time his cock banged into her cervix, her vagina contracted in a series of hard spasms about his shaft. He had to concentrate to keep from cumming in her like a high school boy fucking his first pussy.

Wade's wife moaned continuously as she felt her cunt being stretched into a huge oval each time she received the thick cock. When Cortez began spanking her ass each time he drove himself deep inside her hole, Marsha began to cum. Her orgasm intensified when she felt his fingers sinking into her ass hole.

"Hold it open... spread your ass cheeks," she heard Cardona order. Reaching back, she pulled herself open for his pleasure. The cock thundered into her even harder. She shrieked as another climax surged through her body.

Holding herself open, Marsha came again.
As her orgasm ebbed, Marsha felt the exquisite sensation of the huge shaft being slowly dragged out of her throbbing cunt. When Cortez's cock had exited, her pussy was a gaping hole between her engorged labia. The white froth of her churned cuntal secretions bubbled out.

"Oohhhh noooo... not there... please... not in my ass!" Wade's wife groaned.

The big cock head pressed hard against her sphincter. She grunted... then screamed again, begging him. When she felt his cock pressing harder, she tried to keep her ass closed not realizing that no woman's ass could stay closed against the relentless assault of a determined male with an iron-hard cock. Slowly... inexorably the cock forced her ass to open. Suddenly, the head sank into her.

"GGGHHHAAAAaaaaaaaa... uughhh... nooo... stop... aaaahhhh... its too big!"

Marsha was still begging and moaning when five inches of cock were inside her ass. Grasping her hips, Cortez pulled her back at the same time as he drove his hips inward. Three more inches of cock roared into her ass, stretching it wide as it sank into her depths.

Wade's wife screamed in protest as the huge phallus stetched her ass open and entered. Five minutes later, she was cumming.
Once Cardona had his shaft buried in the moaning female, he began to slowly flex his organ without moving it back and forth. Each time the big cock pulsed inside her, Marsha emitted a deep sigh of hot passion. When her pain abated, Cortez began to fuck her with slow, measured, deep strokes. In just minutes, he felt her ass contracting in spasms about his plunging cock. He increased the speed and depth of his fuck strokes until his balls were bouncing off her cunt on each stroke. Marsha was grunting in another climax. She came a second time when Cortez emptied his balls into her ass.

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"God... What a cock! What a huge, fucking cock!" I thought as I tried to suck all of it into my mouth without success. Cortez was just too damn big. I felt his hands on my head pulling my mouth down further onto his shaft. I gagged. He paid no attention... just pressed my head even further down his cock until the head was entering my throat. I gagged again. As soon as my gagged ebbed, he pushed the head further down my throat.

Cardona pushed six inches of cock down my throat, but I couldn't take all of it.
My cunt was gushing with need as a mixture of my lubricating secretions and Cortez's big first cum load dripping my dilated vagina. Without warning, I felt Cortez jerking his cock out of my mouth. He pushed me onto my back, jerked my legs apart, and mounted me.

My hard, erect clit was throbbing so hard I knew I was going to cum again on his huge cock.
I couldn't suppress the screaming howl that erupted from my lungs when the big fuck stick rammed into me again. He fucked me like a wild bull... pounding in and out of my cunt with hard, determined strokes that made me grunt every time he drove it in deep. The orgasm erupted causing my screams to intensify. As my hole contracted and throbbed, I felt Cortez's cock jerk and expand inside my hole; it contracted hard as his cum load fired into me.

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Cortez was under me... my back against his chest, his cock fucking up into me. After two hours of near continuous fucking, he was entering me easily now.

"UGH UGH UGH... AAAHHHHHHH... HARDER... HARDER... FUCKKKKK MEEEEE!"
The position was erotic, but it put no friction on my clitoris, so I was providing that with my fingers as he rapidly hammered one hard stroke after another into me, each one hard and deep.

"I'm cummmmmmmmingggggggg again, Darling," I moaned, my pussy contracting fiercely about his shaft. "Shoot it in, Lover. Cum in me," I heard myself howling uncontrollably.

"This load is going into your mouth. Get on the floor on your knees, Marsha."

On my knees in front of Cortez, he pushed his throbbing organ toward me. Wrapping my hand about it, I opened my mouth wide, held the big head a few inches away, and jacked him furiously. His hips began to thrust... he groaned... his cock expanded... then contracted as the huge white stream drenched me and filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop.

The huge load just drenched me.
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It was after 5 PM when I arrived home Thursday evening. I had planned to leave early to see if I could help my wife with whatever she had to do so she wouldn't be so exhausted in the evening. However, this idea went by the boards after Cardona had asked me to prepare the Executive Summary and Synopsis of the methods I used to made evaluations of various types of collateral.

Marsha was sitting in the kitchen in a robe sipping a cup of coffee. Once again, I saw that my wife was hot and sweaty. She looked exhausted.

"Hi, Honey. Are you all right?" I asked quite concerned.

"I'm fine. I decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood and overdid it. I just need to rest for a bit and then take a shower and clean up."

I nodded and said, "Ok. I'll be in the den reading the evening paper if you need any help."

About 10 minutes later, I heard my wife rinsing out her coffee cup. She walked through the den and headed straight for the bedroom. Halfway there, she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, her naked tits swung freely and her delectable pussy, which I had not been allowed to visit for some time, peeked out from between her thighs. However, I was so surprised by her beet red ass, that I hardly noticed her cunt.

After retrieving her robe, she entered our bedroom. A few minutes later, I heard the shower running. This was followed by the sound of water filling the tub. Thirty minutes later, she was still soaking in the tub.

I knew without asking that there was no chance Marsha would be interested in sex later that night. She wasn't.

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Friday:

CC was in my office promptly at 8 AM. He shut and locked the door, which surprised me.

"I hope you don�t object to my locking your door. I don't want us to be disturbed."

"That's fine. Not a problem."

"Let's get our business completed first. How is the summary and the synopsis coming along?"

"It's completed. At least the first draft is completed. I will, of course, make any changes that you feel are needed."

"You're finished with the first draft? Fantastic. Let me see it."

I handed him a hard copy and said, "I'll get us some coffee and a couple of rolls while you read it."

Somewhat over an hour later, CC turned the last page, shook his head, and said, "Astounding... absolutely astounding. I see nothing of substance that needs to be changed. I may make a few cosmetic changes before I present it to the Board, if you don't object, that is."

"Not at all. I want it to be something useful to you and to the corporation."

"Wade, it's a lot more than just useful. Let me move on to the next item on my list. Your promotion. I have talked with the Board and everyone is in agreement. I've been authorized to offer you an executive vice-presidency at corporate headquarters in Atlanta. Your position will be Executive Vice-President for Evaluation and Assessment at a salary roughly four times what you are currently making. There will also be numerous fringe benefits and perks that I can't bring to mind. I'll have the details mailed to you as soon as I return to Atlanta. What do you think? Interested?"

"I'm stunned. Of course I'm interested. With the extra salary, perks, and the opportunity to move to Atlanta, I'm virtually certain that Marsha will be extremely happy as well."

"I'm sure you're right, Wade. So I take it that you accept the position?"

"Absolutely!"

"Excellent... excellent. Now, there's one more item I want to discuss with you. In a way, it's none of my business, but I want my new Executive VP to be happy with no problems on the home front. If you don't object, I would like to discuss the problem you're having with Marsha... if you don�t mind, that is."

"I assume our conversation will be confidential?"

"Of course. What we say in this room, stays between us. Satisfactory?"

"Very. What's on your mind?"

"You told me yesterday that Marsha is not "responsive" to you. From the way you phrased it, I assume that you were talking about responsive sexually. Right?"

"Yes, that's right. I've asked her for sex every night for last two weeks, and she's refused every time. She treats me more like a servant than a husband."

CC got up, walked over to the table, poured us both another cup of coffee, and returned to his seat. He sipped his coffee for at least a minute before he spoke again.

"You need to stop asking her, Wade."

"I may as well. It never does me any good."

"No... you totally misunderstand. I mean, you need demand sex from Marsha, not ask her for it. And when she refuses, corporal punishment should be administered, promptly and firmly."

I was dumbfounded. Regaining my voice, I protested, "Cortez, if I did that, Marsha would divorce me."

"No. You're wrong. She becomes sexually excited when facing a dominant male who intends to have her. By the same token, she is completely turned off by polite and considerate men who request her favors. Basically, she has no respect for such men. She melts for men who demand sexual service."

"What makes you think that? How do you know?"

"I'll come back to that after a bit. I first want to make certain that you understand what I'm suggesting. Don't ask for sex. Inform Marsha that you will be fucking her tonight. When she refuses saying that she's tired or whatever, tell her it doesn't matter if she's tired or not. She will either fuck like a woman is supposed to fuck or be whipped or spanked until she changes her mind."

"She's going to refuse! Absolutely! I know her."

"You're right, she's going to refuse, but she's also going to be shaking with excitement wondering if you're really serious. You see, Wade, she gets enormously excited by being spanked or whipped... essentially being forced to have sex by an aggressive male."

"She would file assault charges against me!"

"No, she won't. She will get so hot and excited, you won't believe it. Her pussy will be dripping. Just make sure you carry out the threat... spank, or even better the first time, whip her ass. And keep whipping or spanking her until she begs you for sex."

It was obvious that CC believed what he was telling me, but then it seemed to be more than just belief. He seemed to absolutely know that what he was telling me was correct. Again, I asked, "What makes you think that? How do you know? It sounds like you absolutely know."

"I do, Wade. I do."

"How?"

"Do you remember the night of the reception? Specifically, do you remember what was happening when your wife ordered you to drive all your guests home... at least the ones who had had too much to drink?"

"I remember. She had me checking the food, the waiters, and finally had me driving three couples home. I had to take the Gardiners and they live 40 miles away."

"And what was your wife doing while she was ordering you to do all these tasks?"

"Chatting... talking to you."

"She was doing more than just chatting. I know you noticed. What was she doing?"

"I thought she was flirting with you... coming on to you. She seemed to rubbing her breasts all over your arms and back."

"She didn't just seem to be pressing those big tits against me, Wade. That's exactly what she was doing."

I didn't know what to say. Finally, I said, "Go on."

"I've met a lot of women like Marsha... women who love to flirt... turn men on... get them hot and hard... and then walk away, laughing, leaving the guy high and dry, so to speak."

"As soon as you left to drive the Gardiner's home, your wife increased the level of her teasing. To make a long story short, Wade, I was disgusted with the humiliating manner in which she treated a man of your ability and very angry with her teasing of me when I knew she had no intention of following through with sex."

"What happened," I asked. I realized with a shock that I was getting an erection.

"I picked your wife up, carried her over to the couch while she struggled, turned her over my knee, and administered a very thorough and very complete spanking on her bare ass."

"Bare ass?" My erection got even harder.

"Of course. After her behavior, I was not going to allow her to keep her panties on. She received a very hard spanking. Before it was over, she was humping on my lap... begging me to take her to the bedroom. You see, Wade, Marsha is excited by strong, dominant men; she is turned off by what she sees as the opposite. She's not a masochist who likes pain... in fact, she dislikes it, but at first, some pain is going to be needed to make sure she knows you're no longer her whipping boy servant."

"You're certain?"

"Absolutely. But do not... I repeat... do not take half measures. Do what I advise and your wife will be your hot sex slave. Keep up what you're presently doing, and you will be reduced to docile servant."

"All right. I'm going to take your advice, CC. I really have little to lose. I just hope you're right."

"I am, Wade. I am. Well, that's all I wanted to discuss. I will set things up for you to start your new position in Atlanta on the first of the coming month. Will that be enough time?"

"Yes. That's plenty."

"All right. I'll look forward to working with you and enjoying your company. And best of luck with Marsha."

CC smiled, put the summary and synopsis in his briefcase, and got up to take his leave. He was almost out the door when I stopped him with a question.

"CC?"

He turned back and asked, "Yes?"

"Did you fuck her?"

"You're the analyst. What do you think?"

"I think you did. I hope you did. In fact, I hope you fucked the ass off the teasing bitch."

He just nodded. "Well," I asked again. "Did you fuck her?"

"Three times... she came at least a dozen times even though her ass was on fire from the spanking I gave her."

My erection became so hard imagining CC's cock sinking into my wife's cunt , I felt like I might shoot off in my pants.

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A New Day:

CC left to catch his plane a little after noon. At 3 PM, I called it a day and headed for home. When I walked in, my wife was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. She glanced up at me and then returned to her magazine.

"You're home early," was her only comment.

For a change, Marsha did not look totally worn out. Since CC had left at noon, I had no doubts about the reason for the change. In fact, she looked delicious in her tight yellow top, mini jean skirt, and black heels. With her big tits swelling out of the top, it was obvious that she braless. I wondered if she had on any panties.

My wife looked hot and sexy in her mini skirt, tight top, and fuck-me heels.
"I had every thing completed for the week at the office, and I also have some very good news... I couldn't wait until 5 PM to leave."

The mention of good news got my wife's attention, as I knew it would. She laid her magazine down and asked, "Really? That's great. What's the good news?"

"I'll tell you tonight at dinner. Right now, the only thing I want to do is fuck your ass off. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bedroom."

"Maybe later tonight, Wade. I'm not much of a sex-in-the-afternoon-type person."

"That's going to change... starting right now." I gave her a gentle push toward the bedroom.

"Stop it! Stop it this instant!" she screamed. "If you... UUGGHHHH!"

That's as far as she got before my hand landed with authority on her shapely ass. "Get your sexy ass in the bedroom. NOW! And take off your clothes on the way there."

"I WILL NOT!" she screamed even louder than before as she pulled back her arm and tried to slap me across the face.

I knew it was coming so there was no problem grabbing her wrist in mid-air. Using her arm as leverage, I spun her around and whacked her hard across the ass twice more just hard enough for the blows to sting but not hard enough to really hurt her or bruise her.

"Stop it, Wade. Please stop it. This isn't like you. You've never hit me before."

"I'm not hitting you now. I just giving you a much-needed spanking on your sexy ass." I sat down and pulled her over my knee. She squirmed wildly trying to get to her feet, but I found it easy to hold her over my lap... so easy in fact, that I realized that she wasn't really trying to get loose. CC was right!

Marsha moaned when I pulled her short skirt up over her ass and found that she was wearing black bikini panties, which I pulled down below her ass cheeks in one quick motion. "God... Marsha. You have an incredibly beautiful and sexy ass," I said just before I began spanking it.

She flailed around on my lap as the firm blows alternated between her left and right ass cheeks. After a half dozen swats, her ass cheeks had turned red, and I knew without asking that they were stinging.

"Ooohhhh stop, Wade... please stop!" But even as she begged me to stop, her struggling decreased and after two more blows, she even arched her hips. I spanked her another five or six times and then pulled her to her feet.

"OOOhhhh... my ass... my ass... it hurts, Honey... it hurts. My ass is stinging. It feels like its on fire."

I couldn't remember the last time my wife had addressed me as "Honey". I loved it and so did my cock, which was now a fully erect, thick, seven inches of man meat that wanted into my wife's cunt. With one motion, I pulled my wife's top down baring both big tits. Her nipples were hard... really hard!

With her huge tits sticking out, Marsha looked incredibly fuckable.
"Please, Honey. We can have sex tonight. I don't want to do it right now... please."

"We going to fuck now... and again tonight... and if I get hard during the night, you'll be getting it again. Now get that skirt off. Last chance or I'll tear it off of you."

"Please... let me just jack you off right now."

I pulled my wife toward me with my hands in the waist band of her skirt. Using all my strength, I tore her skirt in half... part of the shredded garment ending up in my left hand, the other part in my right hand. I could see Marsha shaking... I wondered if it was from fear or excitement.

"Get those fucking panties and heels off... NOW!" I ordered. "Otherwise, I'll tear them off!" I tossed her ruined skirt onto the floor.

"Ooohhh don't please..."

I spun her around and bent her over the table. Her delicious ass jutted out... almost begging to be whipped."

"I told you several times, Marsha, but you don't listen. From now on, when I tell you to take off your clothes that we're going to fuck... do it!" As soon as I said it, the cane swished through the air and cracked across her shapely ass cheeks.

The cane raised a red welt across her hot ass. It hurt even though I had applied it lightly.
"OOOuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwww... god.... THAT HURT!... STOP!"

"sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh....CRACK," came the whistling sound of the cane hissing through the air just before it snapped into her Marsha's ass leaving a red welt.

"Ooohhh NO MORE... NO MORE... I'll strip... please... I'll strip!"

"Then do it! Quickly. Panties off... heels off... Then move your sexy ass to the bedroom.

My wife jerked her panties down her thighs in one motion and then sat down gingerly and removed her heels. With her leg lifted to remove the heel, her pussy was on display. It was wet... very wet.

My wife's cunt was wet, swollen, and ready for cock.
Running my finger up the length of her wet sex trench to the her big erect clitoris, I worked it causing her to groan and hunch against my finger. There was no further pretence at resistance. Marsha's pussy was throbbing and gushing.

"You hot sexy bitch. Get your hot ass in the bedroom... on your knees... ass up... head on the bed. I can't wait to get into you."

My wife literally ran into the bedroom. I took my time, removing my clothes and dropping them onto the floor as I went. When I stepped inside the door, Marsha was on the bed, head down, ass up. Not only that, she was also holding her cunt open with one hand while spreading her ass cheeks with the other to expose her ass hole.

I hadn't seen my wife in such a hot, erotic position in several years.
I drove my rigid 7 inches into her cunt on the first stroke.

"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yes... FUCK ME, DARLING. FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!" she howled as her cunt contracted in a hard spasm about my plunging rod. Holding her hips, I hammered stroke after stroke into her hot hole, each one thudding with masculine authority into her womb.

The feeling of my wife's cunt around my cock was fantastic. Her hole was throbbing like crazy... about to cum.
"Oohhhh you're fucking meeeeeee... fucking meeeeeee... it's sooo good, Darling... I love it... I'm gonna cum... hard... give it to me, Baby. Fuck your hot slut wife... make me cum!"

It was more than I could stand. My cock just exploded inside Marsha's pussy. Stream after thick stream of cum fired into her hole. She howled as her vagina and clit went into a series of spastic contractions. Our orgasms roared through her cunt and my cock at the same time.

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My ass was still stinging from the spanking and caning my randy stud husband had given me, but I was still trembling from the incredible orgasm I had just had as he fucked me. It was the best... the absolute best! "Gawd! I hope this is permanent," I thought. "Jezzz... what a hot stud!"

Rolling over against my husband, I said out loud, "Can you fuck me again, Darling. I want your beautiful cock in me." I felt his cock lurch in my hand and rapidly rise to full erection. "Oh fuck! That's just gorgeous. Fuck my ass this time, Darling."

"Mount me, Marsha," he ordered.

I couldn't get on him and put it in my ass fast enough. As my tight ass sank down his rigid cock, he whispered, "MMMmmmm... that's marvelous. I hope I don't have to spank you again next time."

I had never let Wade fuck my ass before... I intended to make it up to him big time. My ass was always going to be available anytime my hot stud wanted it.
"oohhhh sooo good... I'm such a bitch, Darling, you may have to spank me again... mmmmm... fuck me faster, Honey. Ram it hard... yessssssss... like that... like that... I'm gonna cum again... Bang me, Stud... BANG ME!"

Once again, my rod spewed in its load at the same time my wife's delicious ass was throbbing in her orgasm.

I came hard as my husband ass fucked me like a hot whore.
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Epilog:

That night over dinner, Wade told Marsha about his new position at corporate headquarters in Atlanta, his new job assignment, and much larger income they would be enjoying in the future.

"That's just marvelous, Darling. When do we leave?"

"We have to be there by the first of the month. So we'll have a lot to do in the next four weeks. Are you really happy over the move?"

"Happy? I love it! Just love it, Darling!"

"I'm hard again, Marsha... really hard. I'm going to fuck you again. Finish your dessert, quickly, or I may give it to you right here on the table."

Two hours later, Marsha and Wade were both naked, lying side-by-side in bed, their lungs heaving after Wade had fucked her for the third time that evening.

As they sighed and slowly drifted off to sleep, each of them was reflecting with pleasure on their upcoming move to Atlanta.

"I wonder what CC's wife looks like?" Wade mused to himself. "After all, CC owes me one. No... more than one. I'm certain that he screwed Marsha several times... mmmmm... wonder if she's hot in bed?" A short time later, he fell asleep thinking about whether her pussy was shaved or not.

Beside him, Marsha smiled as she thought about CC. "Damn... I'm going to have two randy, hot studs after me all the time in Atlanta. I wonder how often I'll be fucked? Don't know how I'll keep my husband from finding out that CC is fucking me." As sleep claimed her, she was wondering if she should tell her husband about CC or not.

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