Dark Coercion #3 - (MF, rough, coercion, NC?)
by Jaz

I'm not a bad guy, really I'm not. Sometimes though, I have bad thoughts. It was like... if I saw an opportunity, if it just fell in my lap, then I couldn't pass it up. I still loved my wife then. Yes, I know she treated me like crap, humiliated me in front of our friends, but I still loved her, I could not help it.

My name is John Pressman; I'm kind of an average guy. Okay looking, not too dumb, a hard worker but not rich -- average. Somehow, though, I landed a beauty. Susan Miler was almost a clich�. She was a blonde, blue eyed, big titted, tight assed cheerleader, and the Home Coming Queen. She looked a little like Jessica Simpson but she was no bimbo. Susan was one of the smartest girls in our school, and still a virgin at 18. I guess she thought I was funny, which got me a date, which got me a kiss. We were made for each other and the sparks flew. One night we were both drunk and she let me fuck her.

The next morning she freaked out. She had always planned to save her virginity for the man she loved, for marriage. I told her that I loved her, and I guess she did not know what else to say, so she said, "I love you too, John."

We dated for well over a year. I think she was looking for an excuse to break up with me, but I never gave her one.

Then it happened.

"John, I did not get my period. I took the test... I'm pregnant. I can't believe you did this to me. What the fuck am I going to do now, she wailed in despair and started sobbing hysterically. We were 19 years old, sophomores in college. I was not 100% sure, but I was raised to do the right thing.

I held her in my arms and said, "I love you very much, I want to take care of you and our baby. You are not in this alone. Susan, will you please marry me?"

She did not answer and kept right on crying. She looked miserable.

"How could this happen? I can't have a baby, I just can't."

But she was. Susan and I are both Catholic so no abortions, no divorce. She dragged her feet for about a month, but finally we told our parents we were pregnant and getting married. We had the ceremony right away, before Susan was showing.

I loved fucking my new wife. She was very conservative, but I did not care. For about three months I was very happy.

Then it happened again. Susan had a miscarriage. I tried to be understanding, and considerate. But honestly I felt we had just dodged a bullet and so did she. My sex life changed. Susan almost never allowed me to touch her. When she did she insisted that I wear a condom, even though she was on the pill.

"We need both, John. Condoms break sometimes, and the pill is only 98% effective. I'm not going through that again. I will graduate from college, and have a career."

Every six weeks or so she let me have vanilla missionary sex--if I asked nicely. Hop on, get the fuck off, don't muss my hair, missionary sex. No oral, no anal, no doggie style. I was not even allowed to lick her pussy or suck on those fat tits. Oh, and she hated kissing me. That continued for almost 5 years. I loved her but... Puhleeeze.

I guess that is why when the opportunity to cheat came along, I did not pass it up. For six months I fucked the Assistant Manager where I worked. A cute little slut who enjoyed hardcore anal. She let me tie her up, blindfold her, talk to her like a whore -- it was amazing. Beth especially enjoyed rape fantasies. Not this faggot roleplay stuff. She even like me to tape it. The slut was hardcore serious about it. She scratched and clawed and fought back for real. You have not lived until you've grabbed a sexy little slut and butt-fucked her while she's kicking and screaming. She wanted me to make it as realistic as possible. Usually I wore a ski mask, and/or blindfolded her. I'd disguise my voice and be as brutal as I could without really hurting her; I'd push her to her limit.

Sometimes I'd tie her spread-eagle and leave her there for 2 days with a vibrator shoved, snug up her cunt. I'd leave bread and water where she could reach it and wait until she pissed herself. Then I'd come in and fuck her in the piss puddle.

Sadly all good things come to an end.

"John, I want to talk to you. A friend of mine saw you out with some brown haired little tramp. She said you were kissing her. Is it true? Are you cheating on me?"

I was so stunned I could not think straight. I could not look my wife in the eye, and I took too long to answer. My wife kicked me out of our bedroom and would barely talk to me. Sex was of course over. She would not listen to reason or apologies. She began telling our friends that I was a lousy lover with a small dick. I went a year without sex. I guess I felt guilty and was hoping there was some way to save our marriage.

Susan had graduated with honors and was hired by a conservative law firm. Her starting salary was $72,000 a year. I was making $28,000 managing a department store. I don't think she respected me very much, and it became clear she did not want or need me. I overheard her talking on the phone one day.

"No, I don't be believe in divorce... yes he did cheat on me... well, I don't know, I guess you're right. Let me think about it."

I was livid. My wife was considering divorce, after she kept me waiting, walking on eggshells and apologizing for a YEAR! If she was going to divorce me she should have done so a year ago.

Then it happened once again.

I found the pictures and the plan came together. A friend asked to borrow my digital camera. I noticed there were pictures in memory. I downloaded them and got the shock of my life. They were from our 2003 New Year's party. Susan and I had both gotten very drunk. I have very little recollection of what happened; I pretty much blacked out.

Susan must have also.

I vaguely remember saying she was pretty enough to be a fashion model. I had always wanted private photos of my beautiful wife, but she was too uptight and frigid for that. God bless 4 bottles of champagne and a six pack of beer!

I was looking on my digital camera and could not believe what I saw. Susan, my conservative big titted wife, was naked. Posing for the camera with a big old smile on her face. This was not Playboy bullshit. It was graphic XXX Hustler. There were pics of her spread and pouting. Some were taken one handed while I tickled her cunt. She liked showing off her trimmed little pussy.

My favorite though was her on her hands and knees. Susan was airtight. She had one beer bottle in her pussy, one in her mouth and one in her ass. Apparently, when we ran out of memory, I had just shoved the camera in the drawer and blacked out.

This was an opportunity. I had hardcore, naked pictures of Susan. Sure, most people would have just enjoyed them, gotten a good laugh. But I'm not most people. I wanted to use them.

Let's review:

Susan is a frigid bitch who has never satisfied me sexually.

She is conservative, religious and very private about sex.

Susan would lose her job if these photos got out, or at the very least hurt her precious career and be publicly humiliated.

I still loved her, and lusted after her amazing, luscious body.

I like rape.

I realized these pictures gave me power -- insurance. If she was divorcing me anyway... I might as well get one good long fuck from my wife before she goes.

It's really pretty easy to rape somebody if they happen to live with you. I slipped two sleeping pills in her wine at dinner. Then I went in the living room and watched "My Big Fat Obnoxious Fianc�."

In about a half hour Susan announced that she was going to bed. Now here is the best part. She almost always takes two sleeping pills before going to sleep. She would not be suspicious when she woke up groggy -- she always did. The double dose + alcohol should ensure that Susan would sleep through her... I don't really know what to call it. After all, I am her husband. No prosecutor in the world would try this as rape. I waited for 20 minutes and then went in to fuck-rape-make love to my wife.

She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Susan was wearing a pink flannel gown. You know the sexy kind that makes you just wanna rip the fucker off and stick your cock into her? Well, that's what I was going to do, that's just what I was going to do to my hot little frigid wife. There was nothing she could do to stop me.

I set up the camcorder, and had the digital camera nearby for later. I would always remember tonight. Then I took my clothes off and crawled into bed with Susan. I turned on all the lights; I wanted to see her clearly. For the first fuck, I decided to pound Susan, to be as cruel as I could -- just to get it out of the way. I did not even take her gown off, I just pulled it up. Then I slid her granny-Sears specials off and spread her legs apart.

"If you had been a better wife I would have lubed you, but you deserve it dry, bitch," I said as I began forcing my cock into her pussy. It felt wonderful. One thrust, two fuck, three slams and I was in. It felt so good... until Susan woke up and started screaming.

"What the fuck are you doing, JOHN?! Get off of me, you're raping me! That's it, that's the last straw, you sick bastard."

My mind was spinning. How could she be awake after taking 4 sleeping pills? Then I looked at the nightstand. She had drank less than half a glass of the wine. (I later discovered that the drugged wine she did drink made her sleepy enough that she decided she did not need her regular pills. So instead of taking 4 pills she only took 1 with half of the alcohol I intended.)

I was stunned. I pulled out of my wife and got out of bed. I nearly tripped over the camcorder. Then I remembered the pictures -- my insurance. There was a way I could salvage this, a way I could WIN. I raced out of the room with her screaming and cursing at me and got the manila envelope that had her pictures. I came back into the room and hopped back into bed with my wife. I was still naked and gave her a long wet kiss. She was sputtering and stammering as she tried to back away.

"Susan, I need a chance to explain. Please shut the fuck up and look at these pictures."

I just handed her the envelope. It was addressed to her law firm. At first she was just looking at me with pure loathing. Then her eyes dipped and she recognized the address. Slowly, finally, she focused on the pictures. Susan's eyes glazed over in shock as she looked at 23 lewd and, in some cases, obscene pictures of herself.

"How... where did you get these? Why is it addressed to my firm?! They can't be real. I would never do something like this."

She knew she was in trouble. Any dreams she had of becoming a partner would be over. You can't recover from something like this. Especially if you are a woman in an all boys club. She was shaking, from anger yes, but also from fear. Susan is a smart girl and was beginning to figure things out.

"What are you going to do with these pictures, John? What do you want?"

"Susan, let me assure you the pictures are real. It should be quite easy to authenticate them. Frankly, I'm quite disgusted and outraged that my wife... you still are my wife no matter what your plans are... could pose this way. Beer bottles up your ASS? I plan to release them to the local paper, your parents, church, friends, and of course your law firm. I will post them on the web so everyone can see what a filthy little whore you really are. I believe it is my civic duty."

Susan was seething; she is also a lawyer.

"This is Blackmail and Coercion. It is a crime -- believe me I will prosecute you for this. I'll see you in Jail."

I was ready for her.

"Susan, I am not blackmailing you. I am not trying to force you to do something. I'm not even going to tell you what I want, IF I want anything. All I am saying that, the way I feel right now, is that I will release this truthful information about you. I wanted to warn you, so it did not catch you by surprise. That would be unfair. If you choose on your own to try to convince me not to do this... I'll listen. As far as Coercion, you know I would never threaten you with bodily harm, and you have every opportunity to walk out that door if you want. It's all up to you."

You could see Susan was trying to find a way out, a way to trick me. She was smarter than I was and we both knew it. Given time she might be able to get out of this.

"Tell you what, honey, why don't you take some time to think it over. I plan to send the pictures out tomorrow. If you want to talk more come to my room tonight. Oh, and Susie, wear something nice."

I stood up, tousled her hair, and left.

She made me wait for 45 minutes (she'd pay for that). The last time I was at the doctor's I had asked for a free sample of Viagra. I had been hoping for a special night of reconciliation with my wife. It had been so long, I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to make sure I satisfied her. "Lousy lover my ass!" Turns out I had not needed the sample, until now.

She was wearing the black silk negligee that I bought on our honeymoon. It had a mesh pattern and you could see her nipples peeking through.

"Have a seat, baby. No, right here in my lap, I want to hold you for a little while. Let's talk."

I had never felt so clear-headed. I was going to get everything I wanted. This was better than a drugged manikin fuck. It was even better than a rape. Susan was going to agree to have sex with her husband. There was no risk to me at all.

"John, I did what you asked. I can't let you send those pictures out. What do I have to do to convince you not to send them?"

My sexy little lawyer was so smart.

But tonight I was smarter.

"Susan, I can't think of anything that you can do. I consider this my civic duty. I've missed you so much, baby, it's been over a year. I want to make love to you. I want it to be better than it ever was before. We can talk about those nasty photos after we have made love a few times."

Susan had been trying to trick me into admitting to a sex for pictures arrangement. Hell, for all I know she had the micro-recorder she used for work on her (or IN her) somewhere. That had failed. We both knew what it would take. (Okay I knew, she only thought she did. Heh.)

"Fine, I'll do it. You can have me. I hope you're happy. You disgust me."

The tears began to trickle down my wife's face. Susan's hands were shaking and, to be honest, so were mine. I planned to fuck my frigid little wife apart. I wanted to fuck her, sure, but I really wanted to rape her. I wanted to dominate the slut, and teach her a lesson. I remember thinking, "Every man should feel this way at least once in his life. Powerful, in complete control. Secure in the knowledge that his cock will take the woman he wants completely."

I wrapped my arms around her tight and let her feel my erection. Then I whispered in her ear, "Strip bitch, I want to fuck you now."

I felt myself getting hard. Susan was too slow, so I decided to help her. I grabbed the flimsy material and simply ripped it apart. She was wearing matching panties... "RRRRIPP" When those 36D's were exposed and heaving I was in heaven. I hoped the pinhole video cameras I had secreted around the room were catching this! Every fucking thing she denied me when we were married, I would have. I looked down at poor, naked, crying Susan and smiled.

They say the only thing an experienced prostitute won't do is kiss you on the mouth. It is too invasive, too personal. I had always wanted the simple pleasure of licking this pussy. To spread my wife open and play with her, molest her until she screamed my name. But Nooo! My prudish, frigid, snow queen of a wife could never surrender herself to me like that. Well, she would tonight, by god she would. I pushed her naked ass and sent her flying with a hard shove onto the bed. Then I pounced on top of her and forced her legs open. It was cute to see her struggle, to watch her sneer of revulsion as I began to kiss her. I covered my wife, pinned her to the bed beneath me and enjoyed a slow insistent kiss. I would not let her catch her breath as I sucked her tongue. I did not time it but it felt like about 20 minutes. The whole time my rock-hard cock was bouncing around outside her cuntal gate, leaking precum, and asking permission to enter.

For the first few minutes she struggled. Her mouth and brain had said yes, but her body could not help screaming "No!" I chuckled at that. It had been so long since I had been allowed to kiss my wife the way I wanted to.

"Do you want me to stop? Are you sure, we can stop right now if you don't want this, just say the word...good baby, I'm glad you want me to keep going. Tell me what you want to do next -- oral, anal, or vaginal."

Susan just groaned when she heard the choices I was giving her. "Please John, I'm begging you. PLEASE do not do this, don't rape me!"

I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm not raping you. You said yes to this. Right, oral it is."

I grabbed my wife's hips and butt and lifted them off the bed to my mouth. I could smell her from about a foot away. She wasn't wet but there was still a warm pussy scent wafting up to greet me. I simply went insane. I devoured her vagina, attacking it with my mouth and tongue and lips and teeth. I nibbled and sucked and tongued my wife. I had never tasted her cunt before, her sweet red pussy had always been off limits.

For the first time she knew, she absolutely knew, that I was her master, that I could force her to cum -- hard. She always had this smug, condescending superior look before, and I was some dirty sweaty thing who grunted and thrust and clutched at her.

But not that night. That night my wife was a wild little whore who was getting her fresh, clean pussy sucked -- and loving it.

"What are you doing? Please no I can't, I feel so funny. What's happening to me?! Oh god, oh god, oh goddy, god-god! Whu, huhff, pufff, KEEEP DOING THAT!"

So of course I stopped; but it was too late. Susan wrapped her legs tight and grabbed the back of my head. Then she ground her pussy hard against my face and for about 20 seconds humped me until she came. She had a slick slime trail oozing out of her now.

"Jesus Susan, what a cheap slut you are."

I had a smug look and a feeling of pride as I kissed my way up Susan's luscious body. I wanted her to taste her own pussy juice. I looked her in the eye as I sucked on her lower lip and slipped my tongue inside. She did not realize what she was tasting at first, but when she did she started thrashing her head from side to side and beating on my chest. It was futile, it was amazing.

"OK, we both know a whore like you needs cock. Take my cock and suck me hard."

Susan had never done that. She always said Oral sex was too gross. She was shocked by the way I was talking to her. I did not give a shit.

"John please, it's bad enough that I am fucking you, that you put your mouth on me down there, don't make me do this too. Please, I need the pictures but this is cruel. Please John, you loved me once. I'm your wife," she hissed.

I just laughed and presented my fat cock to her face. Susan looked at me, her eyes pleading for mercy. Heh, stupid little bitch.

"Suck it, you dirty slut!" I roared.

Susan meekly began to swallow my meat. She didn't like it but what choice did she have? If her boss, family, friends, co-workers, enemies, got naked slut-pics of her, her life would be over. At first I was somewhat gentle... but then something snapped. I grabbed the back of her head and locked it in place, then I slowly forced her to swallow my entire cock. There is a point, when your cock pops into a woman's throat -- that makes you feel totally dominant. Her life was in my hands. She was on her knees, crying, naked, her mouth full of my cock, unable to breathe -- purrfect. Susan lay there gasping and coughing, the way a good little slut is prone to do. She finally accepted the inescapable truth, and decided to jack me off while licking and sucking the head of my cock.

Silly bitch. Homey don't play that.

"No Susan, don't use your hands. Just that sexy mouth of yours. Nice and slow, suck it baby, make it good for your man, suck me all the way down. Keep looking up at me, I want to see my beautiful little slut's eyes the whole time I fuck your face. I own you, I own this wet, tasty mouth."

She was a natural, gulping and slurping, licking and sucking me from the tip of my dick to the back of my balls. I could have held out a little longer, but I did not want to. I wanted to cum in my wife's mouth. Shit, I had waited long enough.

"Very good, here is your reward. DRINK MY SPUNK, SLUT!" I bellowed as I grabbed her head and pulled her tight against my belly.

I was fucking frantically down her throat as far and as fast, and as hard as I could. I shot load after fresh, ropey load of cream into my snobbish wife's mouth. Her eyes snapped open in disgust as she gulped my cum down. I made her clean me good.

Thanks to the Viagra I was still rock hard. I knew my balls needed a few minutes to reload though. I wanted to dump a full deposit in her pussy. So I decided to rape her ass first -- to allow time to recharge. I flipped Susan on her stomach. She looked so sexy and submissive. It just made me want to spank her. I know it was wrong but I didn't just want to give her a few light smacks. I wanted to whip my wife, to hurt her. I'm not proud of it, I know it is wrong to hit a woman. I'm just being honest, you can't fault me for that. The more I looked at her sweet, round ass, the more I wanted to spank it, to tear into her juicy butt. I wanted to cup it, to maul her, to mark her as my slut.

Let's face it: How many times does a man get a chance like this? How many times do you get to rape your wife legally, to treat the woman you love like a filthy whore?

I just had to take full advantage. At first I lightly smacked her ass, just warming her a little, tuning her fine, anal instrument. Her cheeks had a soft rosy bloom that seemed to glow naturally. Slowly, the smacks became harder, and more frequent. Susan was begging me to stop.

"John, you're hurting me -- OWWW! That HURT. What are you doing?!" Susan asked in frustration as the tears welled up in her eyes and in her voice.

Then something told me to stick a finger deep inside of her ass. She was shaking wildly, trying to throw herself on the floor. I spanked her with my left hand, and fingered her with my right. Then I straddled her thighs to keep her still.

"Are you going to be good? Are you gonna be my good buttercup angel? You've been (SMACK) so bad. I've waited (WHAP) and tried to be (POUND) patient. Are you finally ready to be my good slut? You probably enjoy this. Go on, tell Daddy how much you like being spanked (SMACK!!) and how sorry you are."

Something snapped inside Susan, her brain just turned off. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You're killing me. Do you want to kill me? Please master, I'll be good, I'll be your good girl forever," she cried and the snot dripped down her nose.

For the next few minutes I licked her tears slowly and scooped fingerfuls of my wife's snot and fed it to her. I tasted it first to show her how good it was.

"Lick it all up, Susan. Suck it down, baby. Your snot tastes sweet, little one, salty and sweet. Eat IT!" I said as she shyly sucked my fingers clean. Then I began kissing Susan again.

"I love you, baby. I want you to enjoy this. I don't really want to hurt you. I just have to teach you some respect before I can make gentle love the way we both want. I'm sorry, baby, this is going to hurt me more than it does you. I have to take your ass now. Be my good girl and relax. Don't you dare fight me."

There is something special, almost sacred about raping a virgin ass. She was so scared, so humble. Her voice had a helpless, respectful quality that I loved.

"John, my god, you can't, please. My god, please don't do this. I love you, I still love you. Don't hurt me this way, don't treat me like a filthy whore. This will destroy ME! AW God you're gonna do it, aren't you? You hate me that much? Alright then, but don't hurt me. If you have to do it be gentle -- please John, I'm so scared."

Susan was shaking, trembling and heaving beneath me. I grabbed her ass in both hands and ripped her cheeks apart. Then I stuck my index and middle fingers right up her ass. I wanted it to hurt a little. I tried to make her shriek.

I succeeded.

"So tight, baby. I love your ass, so warm and tight. Can you feel me? I'm almost ready to rip you open. You think, uh, thisss hurtzz? This is nothing, slut. You made me wait so long for this beautiful ass. It looks so good. You enjoyed teasing me, didn't you whore? Mmmm, I bet your ass smells nice too. Let me see, baby... oh Susan, oh Susan your ass smells so sweet, little one. I bet you taste good too. I need to lube you up anyway. Let Daddy have a taste of you. Do you want me to lick you, baby? If you don't want it dry, you better beg me like the dirty slut we both know you are. What's it gonna be, wet or dry?" I bellowed at the pathetic woman beneath me.

"That's so nasty. You want to smell me? Lick me? John, you can't be serious... oh my god, you are. I can't take it dry, you'll rip me. Do you understand, you'll tear me open if you do that. Please John, please use something -- lotion, hand cream -- something. No? Sigh okay, OK you win. John, will you please lick my ass? Please don't hurt me Daddy. Please lick my butt," my proud wife said in between sobs and gasps of utter shame and despair.

Have you ever had a perfect moment? You know the kind where it gets quiet and time seems to slow down? The kind that you will remember for the rest of your life, that you want to recall in your most private moments? Well, that was mine.

I know something had snapped inside of me; I know that. It scared me a little, cuz I didn't know how far I was willing to go. I didn't know how I was going to stop myself from doing something really bad to my wife. As I lowered my mouth to her ass I decided to just enjoy the moment. I was so gentle with Susan, so grateful for the gift she was giving me. Yes, I would want a salty rape in a few minutes, but first I wanted to make her happy by tenderly lubing, licking and caressing her ass. I made sure there was plenty of spit and slobber for her comfort.

"It's time, baby. I love you so much. Are you ready? I won't lie to you this is going to hurt. You can try relaxing if you want... but it's still going to hurt you pretty bad. If it makes you feel any better, I want you to know that you are making your husband very happy tonight. Just think how good you will feel when I give you back all of those pictures. I will, baby, I promise to God I will give them all back if you're a good wife. Please your man, Susan, just focus on me." I slowly slid my cock into my wife's well lubed, thoroughly fingered asshole. The deeper I went the warmer she was.

I remember thinking a mantra of, "I got you, I got you now, I got your ass now! Who is in charge now?!"

Susan was sweating like a slut in heat. I grabbed a hunk of her hair and began to fuck her with short brutal thrusts. I wanted to make her scream, I wanted to rip that from her throat. But she never did. She just panted and gasped, groaned and cried, sobbed and whimpered like a broken thing. I can't be sure but I think I enjoyed that even more.

"Oh god, help me. Please, please don't, uh, don't puff do this. Stop it, stop it, oh god stop it," she moaned sexily to me.

I felt my cum begin to cook and boil and bubble up inside. I thrust myself into her harder, faster, and savagely pulled back on her hair with one hand. I reached around and squeezed her right breast hard with my other. Then I grabbed her hips like handles and slammed her back to meet my frenzied bangings.

"I OWN YOU, I OWN THIS ASS, IT'S MINEMINEMINE. Take my cock, take my fat dick up, up, way up your ass. No!! Not yet, I can't cum yet," I said as I pulled my cock out with a wet plop.

I was so scared I would cum. I wanted to... but I needed a full load for her cunt. I wanted her nice and spermy. I had to cool down. The way I felt right then, I'd spew my cream within 10 seconds of entering her. I wanted to make it last. I knew what I needed.

More pics.

I cuddled with her, clutching her tits, licking her ear and kissing her neck.

"Susan, you're doing very well. So good, little baby. Now I have to ask you to do something very difficult. I want to take some private pics of you. I want to pose you, to spread you wide and film you. Every nook, every cranny, every inch of your flesh belongs to me, and I want it on film. Forever."

"John, are you crazy? Are you fucking insane?! I can't do that. You can't ask me to give you MORE pics. Why do you think I let you rape me -- so I could get those pictures back, not give you even more."

"Susan, it is up to you. You know I would never force you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. I was just thinking if I had private love pics of you then your other pics would not seem so disgusting. I mean, it would be hypocritical of me to expose one set of naked pics, and enjoy another one. But I want to meet you half way. If you really insist, we can delete the second set when we are done. I really just want to pose you, to order you around while I film you. I'll have the experience forever in my mind."

Susan could not believe that she was doing this, but she really had no choice. By comparison it seemed minor. After I beat and raped her ass, posing for pics that I would delete, did not seem too bad.

But it sure was fun. Being able to order Susan, to command her to expose herself to me was intoxicating.

"Susan, spread your legs, pout for me, open your ass, put my hand in your pussy, suck your tits... good, hold still, good girl. Get on all fours, bark like a dog, now roll over. Put all four paws in the air. Don't get pissed, sheesh! I was just kiddin," I said as I ran her through 3 dozen hardcore, deeply filthy slut poses. I was hard again. I was ready to take what belonged to me. To complete my domination of Susan -- to claim my wife.

"Baby, you know what comes next. I've eaten your pussy, fucked your mouth, spanked your ass, and ripped your butt. It's time, baby. I want that pussy. That sweet, wet pussy is mine, and I will have it. No condoms, and I'm going to cum inside of you. I'm gonna flood your cunt with my sticky spunk-sperm."

Susan's eyes got wide, she was terrified. This was the thing she feared most. That one mistake when she was nineteen had ruined her life. We both know she never would have married me if she had not gotten pregnant. Susan was a devout Catholic, but she was glad when our baby died. All her dreams, her plans for the future had almost been ruined. College, law school, high powered career -- all that had almost disappeared. But somehow she dodged the bullet, she got a second chance. It was even worse now because she was so close to getting everything she wanted. It wasn't just a faraway dream anymore, it was imminent.

Even during the best of times my wife rarely had sex with me. She was on the pill AND I had to wear a condom with spermicide.

After I cheated on her, sex was gone from our lives. It was the perfect excuse for a woman who never loved me. "John, you've done some horrible, hateful, vile and disgusting things to me tonight. I won't ever forgive you. I can't. But John, you know I can't have unprotected sex, you know it. I... I stopped taking the pill. We weren't having sex... so I figured why bother."

I bent down and kissed her mouth. At first she was unresponsive but then she decided to be nice to me. I pinned my wife and played with her nipples as I slowly sucked her tongue. "God will protect you, pray to HIM. Get me hard, baby, get me hard the way you want me. Play with it. I want you to know that I'm going to fuck you, Susan. I hope to god I make you pregnant. I want this belly fat and full with my child. I want these tits to swell with sweet milk, so I can drink from you any time I'm thirsty."

I kept looking her in the eye while I lined my cock up to fuck her cunt. She was whispering, "No," and shaking her head when I entered her. Her pussy did not want to let me in. I had to fight for every inch. Finally, her warm vagina snapped snug around me and I just rested in my wife. I kissed her tenderly and fondled her breasts for a long time. I then started a tentative fucking motion, and began to play with her clit.

"You are going to cum for me, cum all over my cock, Susan. Cum for me while I make my son inside of you."

Susan's pussy was slow to respond. At first I could feel nothing. Slowly, I realized she was juicing up, a silky, slippery wetness greeted me. Then it happened, her pussy began to contract around me. I kept sucking her tits and rubbing her clit.

"OH?! Oh god, oh..." she exclaimed as she began to cum for her husband. That was the final straw.

"Susan, I'm cumming too. I'm cumming inside of you... feeelssogood, so fucking good!! ARRRGH!"

Susan looked as if she had been struck hard in the gut. I made her stay in bed with her legs in the air for 10 minutes. Then I kissed her goodnight and told her thanks.

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EPILOGUE

This all happened a little over seven months ago. I did give Susan the 1st set of pics back, and deleted the second set in front of her. What she didn't know is that I later retrieved them from my wastebasket.

Heh.

Of course Susan wanted an immediate divorce. I did not fight it. You should have seen the look on her face when the judge ordered her to pay ME alimony for one year. After all, she was making almost 3 times what I was. I also got half of her 401K, ESPP, and IRAs when they matured. I saved money, sure, but Susan was a penny pincher -- 60% of her check went in the bank We had over $50,000 in our account plus the house. I got half.

Heh-Heh.

I ran into Susan yesterday. I guess that's what got me to thinking about all of this, and made me write it down. I was sitting at Applebees when I saw her walk in. I got up and joined her at her table.

"Hey Susan, how're you doing? You look nice and sexy."

She flashed me a cold cutting look that I had seen a thousand times before.

"Now don't be mad just because I paid you a compliment. I don't want to fight. Susan, we were together for seven years, we will always be in each other's life in one way or another. I know you are still a little miffed at me, but one day you will realize it was all for the best. Every cloud has a silver lining. Do you mind?" I asked her.

Susan rolled her eyes and said, "I can't very well stop you."

I reached down and put my hands on her sweet belly, that was fat and full with my child.

I could not help looking at those breasts, full of the milk that I had made. I had the pictures, I had the video. I had heard she was up for Partner at her firm. I was so proud of her. She was the youngest person they had ever considered. Susan had made them millions of dollars. Of course it was still a long-shot. There were plenty of older, stable people ahead of her. Getting pregnant had not helped. Any hint of a scandal would sink her.

Heh-heh-heh.

She could not allow the second set of slut-pics to get out. We would make another deal. Soon I would eat her, milk her. She was mine, for as long as I wanted her. Soon I would claim my little girl.

Again.

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Author's Note

I realized last week that Valentine's Day was coming up. I have done a Thanksgiving story, and a Christmas series. Goofy romantic that I am, I wanted to try and write a tender love story for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoyed it.

(Sigh) I better mention this or I will get a ton of mail. I want to apologize for having John try to drug his wife. That was wrong and very dangerous. You should never mix alcohol with drugs.

I'm sorry.

Oh shit, I just realize that I also had a teenager having unprotected sex! AW god no, and they were drinking. I don't know what is wrong with me. "Don't look upon me, I'm sick, twisted the lowest of the low. Despair..."

I made a couple of references to Rape. I want every one to know I am not serious. We all know, no means no. Even when she says yes under duress.

Finally, a Reader of a previous story shared that it was bad to have anal sex, before having pussy sex. It is unhealthy. I can't lie, I knew that... I just did not care.

Um, you know why, right? "C'mon, say it, SAY IT!"

"It's just a fucking story!!"

You've made me very happy.

There now I can rest easy.

Happy Valentine's Day,
Jaz

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