Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Happiness in Marriage
Keywords: MF MF cheat anal Msolo rape ws snuff nec

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Happiness in Marriage


Paul's wife was out to ruin him. She wanted a divorce, and she
wanted to milk every penny from his sizable bank account. She
also wanted to milk him for the car and the apartment. In fact,
the only thing she didn't want to milk was his cock.

Paul was turning 40, and she was only 31. She was tall, slender,
posh, with long, brown hair and naturally perky, average sized -
but oh so firm - breasts. In short, she was a natural beauty.
She'd made him fight like an Olympic athlete to stay fit like a
20-year-old himself, which was probably the only good thing that
had come from being married to her.

The couple would fuck once every week or two. He knew she only
did it so he could never claim their marriage was loveless, if it
came to divorce court. She would spread her legs in bed like a
machine, and he would empty his over-filled balls helplessly
inside her cunt in less than a minute, and then he would kiss her
all over, hoping every time to get some kind of reaction - some
indication that he was still more than just a useless annoyance
to her. But every time, she'd roll out of bed to wash his smell
from her perfect skin.

He had more or less decided that his salvation was going to be
the new house - a desperate purchase for distraction. It was a
huge Gothic 19th-century building, only a couple of hours drive
away from his central-city penthouse. Paul spent more and more
time renovating his small countryside mansion.

Those moments of privacy were a welcome change. For the first
time since forever, he found himself able to do things like
jerking off in piece, whenever he wanted. Now, he could grab a
beer, leaving a white puddle of cum on the floorboards without
worrying about her noticing it.

There was a freedom about this place, almost as if it had some
strange, relaxing, seductive power. In this house, he knew he
could be happy...

As his vacation of carpenting passed, he kept building courage to
make another effort to reconnect with his wife. There was a
heated tub in the basement, and it was the perfect size for two
naked bodies. She had promised him a visit soon.

...

They had arranged a good, old-fashioned date for an evening in
the basement, with the tub, one Friday in mid-summer.

At lunch, she called to suggest that she'd bring friend, a 25
year old woman from work, along with the friend's boyfriend. Paul
had to fight to control his fury when he hung up. That second, he
gave up all hope. His wife would never show him compassion. She
would take any chance to tease and pester him.

Then, the whole company arrived, and he saw the friend from work,
Amy.

Paul fell in love at the moment the woman stepped out of the car
on the driveway. Her breasts were incredible. They were very big
without being huge, and they seemed unnaturally firm yet
completely natural. She gave him a ridiculously sexy, horny look.
Her hips were curved like a teenager's, and her hair was cut
short, bleached blonde. Her entire appearance screamed "fuck me"
like nothing he had ever seen.

Of course, her boyfriend looked like the kind of hairy,
long-cocked rock star type who would gladly take her up on that
offer several times a day...

They had dinner and wine, and Paul found, to his surprise, a
strange, flirtatious atmosphere around the table. He couldn't
quite determine what the others were up to; especially his wife's
acting was unusual. She just sat back and allowed Amy to be
entrancingly horny, flirting with both her boyfriend and Paul.
Still, Paul was certain of one thing: whatever his wife had
planned, the joke would be on him.

They continued the evening downstairs. There was an old stone
cellar, but Paul had cleaned it up nicely, giving it the feel of
some kind of exotic bathhouse.

When Amy and her boyfriend came out of their changing room, Paul
soon had trouble concealing his sprouting erection in the towel.
She wore the skimpiest little white bikini he had ever seen in
real life. The top barely covered the fronts of her breasts, and
it did nothing to conceal the stiffness of her nipples. The
bottom was just thin enough to exactly cover her cunt and
nothing more, showing off her clean shave perfectly.

His wife noticed, and she gave him a despiseful look.

With drinks, they stepped down into the tub, which was just a
beautifully tiled hole in the stone floor. It was filled with
water from four antique-looking but very stylish chutes, hanging
up in the ceiling. The water had started out cold a few minutes
ago, but Paul's electric heater was very effective.

The hole was really too small for 4 people. Luckily, the alcohol
had made them tipsy enough to squeeze in tighter; there wasn't
much legroom, but the oddly intimate ambiance made seem ok for
tonight. Still, Paul wondered again why his wife was a part of
this, and moreover, why she wanted him to be a part of it.

Soon, Amy and her boyfriend were openly starting to feel each
other up in the hot tub. Paul noticed a blushing on his wife's
cheeks that he had never seen before. She was licking her lips
discreetly, glancing over at Amy's wet breasts. He realized that
his wife was excited, and he spent a moment wondering if it was
Amy who did it, or if it was simply a new game to fuck with his
mind.

He felt Amy's smooth legs touch and slide against his own as she
moved. His cock had been standing like a spear in his trunks for
minutes. Still, being his wife's husband, he tried to play the
good host, handing out drinks, attempting to talk about the old
cellar.

Amy's boyfriend tried to restrain himself and politely join the
conversation.

- "So, was this pool already here when you bought the place?", he
asked. "I thought the design looked exotic... What did they use
it for?"

Paul felt a little awkward attempting to answer this particular
question right now. His wife started squirming too, clearly
uncomfortable, having hoped to avoid this topic.

- "Well, don't panic now...", Paul smiled nervously. "But this
house is old enough that there wasn't plumbing installed
originally... There were toilets like now, but they all led down
to this pool from the chutes above... So this was a sort of ...
sewage. But I've rebuilt it all!"

- "It's ok...", Amy's boyfriend interrupted with a sympathetic
look. "Don't worry! We like what you've done with the place. What
do you say, honey?"

- "It's kinky...", Amy said, smiling enticingly to Paul and his
wife. "I love being here..."

With that, she slipped her tongue into her boyfriend's open
mouth. The water had turned Amy's bikini transparent. They could
see the skin of her tits and the pink of her nipples.

Paul suddenly felt his wife grab his erection under the water,
but when he turned to her, she still gave him an angry, jealous
look. Still, she soon started openly touching one of her own
nipples, letting her eyes drift back to Amy.

They spent some time in increasingly open-displayed horniness.
Paul wondered if his wife was really about to agree to them all
fucking in the tub and if it was up to him to take initiative.

Then, Amy interrupted things with a devilish smile.

- "So...", she started. "If this pool was really used for the
toilets, is it ok to just pee in it instead of getting up?"

She laughed so disarmingly, charmingly, seductively, that it was
impossible to not laugh along. Still, it was the most wicked
thing Paul had ever heard a woman suggest.

- "Go right ahead!", Paul replied with a joking voice, but he
found himself immediately realizing his mistake with he saw the
fury in his wife's controlled, stern face.

Before anyone could say anything else, Amy just smiled at
everyone, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. She sighed
in relief.

The water was already warm. It was impossible to tell if she was
joking or not, and Paul found himself staring in arousal, trying
to decide. He suddenly felt his wife grinding her crotch against
his thigh. When he looked into her face, there was still no sign
of her arousal, but there were hints of both jealousy and
attraction in her eyes.

Then, Amy kissed her boyfriend again. Once more, you could see
her tongue as she opened her mouth. He groped her breasts while
he kissed her, digging fingers into her firm, smooth flesh.

Paul couldn't stop himself anymore. He wanted to fuck. He kissed
his wife, and she allowed it, kissing him back.

- "Stop!", she still ordered him, whispering, but at the same
time he felt her grinding her cunt even harder against his leg.

She kept looking over his shoulder, obviously captivated by Amy
and her boyfriend.

They kept going on for a few more moments. Then, just as things
were about to reach boiling point, Paul's wife had to stop the
fun.

- "I'm cold...", she turned to him and said with a sudden angry,
nonnegotiable look. "I'll take a shower and go upstairs..."

And then, she climbed up from the pool, and she was gone...

Paul was speechless and overwhelmed by bitter disappointment. He
had the presence of mind to tell his guests to take as long as
they wanted, before he stepped out to see what unpleasantries his
wife was conjuring up for the rest of this evening.

She was still in the shower room, peeking out at the tub through
a window in the door. He positioned himself behind her to get a
look.

In the other room, Amy was taking off her bikini, showing her
naked tits, and she moved to face her boyfriend, sitting his lap.
They fumbled under the water, and she started moving up and down.
It was obvious that she had a cock in her body now.

Paul thought his wife would want to leave, but she stayed
watching. He decided to risk touching her, and he slid his hand
in under her towel. He touched her slit, and his fingers were
covered in fuck slime. He had never felt her so soaked with
excitement.

- "Do you want to fuck me?", she asked in an extremely excited
whisper.

- "Of course...", he answered, taken aback by her sudden
invitation.

He dropped his own towel to the floor. There had to be a reason
why she did this, but he couldn't figure it out... She dropped
her towel as well and leaned a little forward, pushing her ass
up, giving him easier access. He bent his knees and started
working his cock effortlessly into her fuck hole from behind.
With one hand he massaged her nipples, and with the other he
caressed her clit, while she moaned quietly and pushed her ass
back. They fucked slowly, watching Amy.

- "Does she turn you on, Paul?", his wife asked.

Paul saw Amy's big breasts bouncing up and down. He imagined
taking them in his mouth, and he almost lost control into his
wife already. Fortunately, he didn't have to answer her, because
she kept whispering.

- "She's a whore, Paul...", his wife said.

They kept fucking quietly. His wife leaned against the wall with
one hand, and used the other to caress her remaining nipple. She
moaned in obvious pleasure.

- "If you fuck her...", she whispered. "... I'll divorce you..."

She squeezed Paul's cock with his cunt. She was so tight he could
barely think...

- "Mmmmhhhh...", she moaned. "Make me come while I watch her
fuck!"

He obeyed, circling his wife's clit faster with his fingers,
fucking her slowly just the way she liked it. On the other side
of the door, Amy leaned back, riding her partner furiously with
closed eyes. After a few seconds of watching it, Paul found his
wife climaxing around him. He slowed down to let her rest.

But then he felt her pushing him away, and his cock slid out of
her.

She left him brutally, suddenly, in silence.

Alone in the room, Paul looked through the door at Amy, who was
blushing, moaning, grinding her cunt to orgasm against her
partner's muscular stomach while she pushed herself down around
his long, thick cock. Paul grabbed his own shaft and jerked off.

He knew he had to have her. And he knew no one could ever - ever
- know about it. He already knew that he could somehow make it
happen in this house. He pictured his cock going into her cunt,
and he shot his cum all over the floor.

...

His party at the end of the summer was an amazing success, with
about 200 people turning up - all rich cosmopolitans, taking an
exotic day trip out to their eccentric acquaintance's countryside
house. He had put up large tents in the garden. Cars were parked
along the side of the road all the way in to town. The house
wasn't all finished yet; for example, he was still renovating the
plumbing, and he had to spend much time explaining the use of the
installed dry tanks, with separate openings for urine, to the
women, who couldn't use the urinals. Overall, any shortcomings of
his arrangements appeared to add to the party's rustic feeling,
which in turn seemed to go over as something cool and exotic with
all the city slickers.

His wife had decided, shortly after he had booked everything, to
spend two weeks overseas, and then she had invited Amy instead,
along with a new boyfriend. Paul didn't mind, even if he realized
his wife was up to something. He was very well-prepared, and he
would be able to handle anything she had planned. He was
confident to the point that if things went well tonight, he
didn't think he'd ever really have a problem dealing with her
again. Also, Amy was the kind of woman anyone would want at a
party. Heads kept turning around after her the entire night.

Paul walked around sober, watching his guests getting drunk.
Amy caught more and more attention, starting to get
increasingly raunchy with her boyfriend.

At one point late at night, both she and the boyfriend
disappeared into the forest, seen by many. Paul knew this was the
perfect time to act.

He waited for the two lovebirds to come back, and he made sure to
catch them quick.

- "Hey...", Amy said with playful glee when she saw him. "We just
went for a little pee, Paul... Speaking of which, why didn't you
have the pool opened tonight?"

Paul couldn't hold back a smile. Things were unfolding on their
own, and all he had to do was ride along.

- "Well, I didn't want people messing about in the cellar.", he
answered. "But if you want to go, you two can sneak around the
house, and I will let you in for a quick dip..."

Amy giggled, smiling with an alluring look at her boyfriend.

- "Great!", she said.

There wasn't more to it. Paul showed them a side entrance,
returned to the party inside, and walked down into the basement.
He grabbed the old shovel for the very old, very hot burner down
there, hid the shovel behind the rusty door to the garden, and
opened it to find the couple waiting. They walked down the stairs
into the darkness. Paul grabbed the shovel behind them.

The boyfriend never even knew what hit him. Amy reacted
impressively fast when she heard the clang of the shovel and saw
her boyfriend tumbling down, his head already bleeding. Still,
she didn't have time to run more than a few steps before Paul
caught up with her in the shadows.

And just like that, the two drunken lovers were officially lost
without a trace, having wandered off into the woods, according
to multiple witnesses.

...

Paul kept her drugged through the following morning, while all
the guests left and he caught some rest.

He was with her when she woke up, around 5 PM next afternoon.
They'd only have a few hours together - he'd have to be back in
town the following morning - but right now, they were all alone,
naked together. He had put her in the room with the pool. Her
hands were tied behind her back, and she was hanging from her
pulled-up arms, leaned over forward, strung up from one of the
chutes in the roof.

He watched her jaw-dropping body come around. He had waited so
long for this moment, longing to fuck his rock hard cock inside
her perfect cunt, to slam himself full force into the firm curves
of her hips and ass, to squeeze her flawless tits in his hands.
He had never been allowed to fuck a woman the way he was about to
fuck Amy. This steaming hot, sexy, irresistible creature - a
pinnacle of female evolution - helpless at his disposal.

She opened her eyes.

- "Hi Amy...", he said.

She spent a few moments in disorientation.

- "Is it you, Paul?", she eventually asked.

Then, Paul was impressed with her clarity.

- "Please don't hurt me Paul!", she begged. "I'll do whatever you
want..."

He walked up behind her, squeezing her firm ass without
hesitation, feeling its inviting smoothness in his hands, letting
out a moan of anticipation, to tell her how he felt.

- "Please, Paul...", she begged when he stayed silent. "You can
fuck me, I promise. I won't fight... I'll never tell anyone, even
about Claude..."

Paul wondered for a few seconds, before he realized that she
talked about the man she had brought into the cellar. The man
who's body was now burning in the heater.

Amy already seemed to realize exactly what kind of trouble she
was in. She understood that her boyfriend was dead. She
understood that she had long since passed any boundaries of
normality, and still she was showing her willingness to submit
to Paul, to participate and make things as easy as possible.
There was something very exciting about that kind of sexual
intelligence.

He slid his hand over her skin, still amazed by how perfectly
curved her back was back, how her hips widened into the most
amazing ass he had ever seen. Her cunt looked so tempting on open
display like this - glistening, warm, and tight.

He stepped closer, put his cock head against the warm hole, and
simply pushed inside, letting out a sigh of pleasure. Her fuck
walls opened up around him, cunt lips gently embracing his shaft.
She was so wet, as if she was more than ready - horny even. He
watched himself sinking into her without resistance.

She actually moaned in what seemed like real, believable
pleasure.

- "Yeaahh...", he grunted. "You're a cunt, aren't you Amy?"

He slid his cock in and out, working his way all the way into her
depths, until his abdomen hit her asscheeks at every thrust. Her
perfect answer, after a short pause to think, amazed him.

- "Yeess...", she panted seductively. "I'm a cunt, Paul... I
really am."

She played the game well, probably hoping that it would give her
some advantage...

Her breasts were within reach, and he leaned forward and lifted
them. They were so big they filled his palms with their weight.
He squeezed the soft tit flesh with his fingers, grunting as he
pushed himself deeper into the tightness of her fuck hole.

He had fantasized so many times about these tits, and now he had
them in his hands, and it felt better than anything he had
imagined. It was the fuck of his life.

- "How many men have dumped their load inside this cunt?", he
asked between grunting, tight pushes of his cock inside her.

- "I... I don't know...", she hesitated.

He tried to punish her with a sharp thrust, but it only made them
both groan in pleasure as her stretching bottom massaged him.

- "But you're a whore, aren't you?", he panted. "How many? Over a
hundred? Are you a whore?"

- "Yeess...", she gasped in honesty. "More than a hundred... I'm
a whore, Paul... You can do whatever you want to me, I promise."

Somehow, the thought of all those men excited him. She was a slut
- he knew in his gut she was telling the truth - and all men
wanted to fuck her, but he would be doing it like no one else.

He slid a thumb in between her buttcheeks, down her ass-crack,
starting to massage her tense, wrinkled asshole.

- "Yeeahh, you can do anything you want, Paul...", she whispered
seductively. "You can take me in the ass... I'd love you in my
ass, Paul..."

He leaned forward to her ears, wondering how much she actually
meant it. There was definitely something special about her, about
the way she had instantly pushed her fear away by focusing on
sex.

- "Tell me again what you are!", he hissed between closed teeth.

- "Please, Paul...", she said, as if she hadn't heard him.

He wasn't sure what she was begging for, but he got the
impression that she wanted him to push his finger into her ass.
She was irresistible, and he already had to hold an orgasm back.

- "Will you fuck me with your ass?", he asked teasingly.

- "Yess!", she gasped subordinately. "In my ass! I'll love you in
the ass, Paul..."

Paul pressed a knuckle of his thumb inside, feeling her warm
tightness open up around the finger tip. You could see her
concentrating, and he felt her squeezing his thumb deliberately
with her sphincter.

Then, she seemed to make a resolute decision. She looked back at
him with a seductive face.

"Go ahead, Paul!", she invited him, encouragingly. "Put your cock
in there! Fuck my ass!"

He had been dreaming about this for months, but she managed to
make it even better than his fantasies. She was heaven! He
succeeded in pulling his fat cock out of her cunt without coming,
and then he spread her asscheeks, watching the puckered sphincter
tug as it tried to pull his exiting thumb back. She kept moaning
for him to continue.

Finally, he put his erection against the opening and started
pressing. She simply pushed with her asshole to open it again for
him, and then he watched as he was swallowed up.

- "Yeeeaahhhh...", she cheered him on with a voice that barely
held together. "That's it! Fuck me in the ass, Paul!"

For a few, wonderful moments, all his attention was focused on
the sight and feeling of his cock, sliding in and out through
the world's most perfect asshole, with a steadily increasing
rhythm. She was making wonderful fuck noises and talking.

- "Mmhhhhhh....", she moaned. "Give it to me faster, Paul!"

Every time he buried himself deep enough for his crotch to
meet her asscheeks, she let out another moan. Before long, he
had to surrender to the squeezing bowel. So, after a few
final, hard thrusts, he allowed his sperm to start spurting
into her ass.

His heart was thumping, and he was breathing heavily. But his
cock was still lodged inside her guts, and after this amount of
saving up, he didn't think it was about to go soft on him after
just one orgasm.

He reached around and started fingering her messy, wet cunt, and
his other hand started caressing one of her breasts.

- "Are gonna come for me, slut?", he asked, circling her clit.
"Are you gonna be a real whore and come with a cock up your ass?"

The amazing woman started to breathe more heavily. Soon she was
pressing back against his finger, wagging her ass seductively,
fucking it back against his cock. He realized that she was
actually going to do it... He pinched and pulled her nipples even
harder, and she gasped in enjoyment.

- "Mmmhhhhh...", she encouraged him. "Yeeahhh... Keep going,
Paul! Faster!!"

He did as she asked and kept circling her clit. Soon, she started
moaning louder and louder, filling the cellar with her sounds of
pleasure. Suddenly, she cried out.

- "Yeaaahhhh!!", she shouted. "I'm a whore, Paul! I'm gonna come
on your fucking cock!"

About three seconds later, her asshole actually orgasmed around
him. He felt it cramp over and over on his cock, and her entire
body shook and shivered while she shouted her climax out.

They were both breathing heavily for a long time, returning to
reality. He hung over her body. They were sweaty, Amy's crotch
was dripping with sloppy juices, and, after all this, Paul's cock
was still buried inside her anus.

He leaned forward to speak into her ear.

He thought about his wife and Amy. He thought about the two of
them talking, planning to set him up. He took a deep breath. Even
more than fucking, he wanted to win.

- "I know you've talking more to my wife than you admit...", he
finally said.

The reaction of guilt on her face gave her away, but after a few
seconds her expression changed to sadness.

- "I'm sorry Paul.", she begged. "Please forgive me. It was her
idea. She was just... so desperate ... I let her fuck me, you
know... And then, she though of me seducing you... But then I
liked you... I promise never to ... betray you again."

For a quiet moment, they both seemed to think. Paul finally put
the cards on the table.

- "You know I'll never let her win.", he said. "So, you know how
this will end, tonight."

- "No...", Amy whispered when she had let his words sink in.
"Please Paul..."

They spent a few more moments of silence. Paul found himself
being excited by her begging. She was so sexy, and she was the
enemy - by willing admission - a prisoner of war, to be treated
as one as well.

Then, she spoke again, quietly, hesitatingly.

- "Why don't you...", she started. "... kill her instead... I'll
help you. I'll kill her with you!"

Paul had already thought this through. Considering the qualities
of the two women, it was an almost impossible offer to turn down.
But he had a plan, and in the end he knew it was always best to
stick to the plan.

- "I would really love to kill my wife with you, Amy...", he
answered truthfully. "... but I would never get away with it. She
knows that. She knows she's safe with me."

A few more moments of silence passed, Amy obviously struggling
for something to say.

- "Please...", she begged. "I don't want to die! I just want to
give you pleasure... Please, Paul!"

His cock twitched - still in stiffness - inside her colon. Her
begging was so good... His fingers resumed their caressing of her
nipples, which responded by getting erect between his fingers.

- "Please let me live...", she gasped, still blushing from her
orgasm. "I'll do absolutely anything you want. I'll never protest
you, no matter what you want to do, I promise..."

Such a promise couldn't go untested... Without words, he pulled
his cock out of her ass and walked around to her face, holding
the erection out.

Impressively, she almost immediately opened her mouth wide,
waiting obediently to take the shaft in. He moved closer, and her
tongue reached out to start licking him clean. Paul was
impressed. This was the kind of respect a grown man hoped for -
to have a beautiful woman suck the smell of her own ass from his
cock... He wondered how long it had been since he had felt his
wife's mouth around his cock at all.

Caressing the skin of Amy's back and shoulders, he waited for her
to close her lips around his shaft, and soon she started slurping
and sucking, lapping occasionally at his hanging ball sack.

- "Yeaahhh...", he enjoyed himself. "That's good, Amy... Suck it!
Suck for your life!!"

It turned him on to say it. He was getting the best kind of
blowjob you could ever hope for - the life-or-death kind.

- "Did you really piss in my pool that day, Amy?", he asked.

- "Yeaahh...", she nodded, moving her mouth back just enough to
answer, looking submissively up into his eyes.

He brought his hands to her face, slowing her sucking. opening
her mouth slightly. The cock stayed resting, pointing to the
entrance of her throat, on her outstretched tongue. She seemed to
realize what he was thinking, and she kept her jaws wide opened,
demonstrating her cooperation, looking up into his eyes. Didn't
she have any limits?

- "When we're done with this, I've been planning a lot more...",
he said.

- "Uh-huuhh...", she nodded, keeping her tongue still under his
organ.

He relaxed, sighed, and then a flow of urine started. Soon, you
could start to hear its hard impact back in her gullet. Piss
filled her mouth, overflowing her chin, down on the floor.
Still, she didn't flinch.

- "Close your mouth around me!", he ordered. "Drink it!"

She did what he wanted. She was amazing, gulping the warm piss
down, second after second, without losing it, just allowing
little trickles out the corners of her mouth. He grabbed her head
and held it in his hands, sighing in release. He was emptying his
bladder down the stomach of this beautiful whore, hearing her
drink... At the end, she spilled more and more, and finally she
started coughing in panic, but he didn't care anymore. He had
experienced another perfect moment. A moment that his wife could
never take away from him.

- "That was nice, Amy...", he said, pulling away from her.

She was still fighting for breath, strands of mixed piss and
saliva hanging from her lips.

- "I've been thinking a lot about when you pissed in the
pool...", he continued. "It was one of the most exciting things I
have ever experienced. Also, it made me think that the old pool
should be used the way it was meant to, at least once more..."

She stayed silent for a while, not following him.

- "Thank you...", she finally coughed, silently and confused.

It was time to finally make the reveal.

...

About five minutes later, he had unhooked the ropes that tied her
to the ceiling and led in her to the pool. She had followed
without protest with hands still tied behind her back. There was
nothing else she could do.

When they approached the pool, there were fumes of in the air - a
sharp, but still bearable, smell of urine.

Paul spent another moment admiring Amy's perfect body, sliding
his hands over her tits from behind. His eyes wandered in knowing
excitement between her lips and the liquid in the pool. His cock
was rock hard against her ass. This was a perfect fantasy fuck -
the kind almost no other man would experience. In a sense, Paul
was grateful to his wife for the events that had led up to this
glorious night.

- "After your visit, I never removed the old plumbing in the
house...", he said, licking her neck up to an ear. "Last night, I
led the piss from the separators in the toilets down here. I've
heated it to body temperature again now, just for you..."

His fingers caressed their way down, playing with her cunt lips.
He was working himself up, in growing ecstasy over a wondrous
moment - his best, her last.

- "It was just women, using the toilets, from what I saw...", he
moaned quietly into her ear, digging his fingertips brutally her
cunt hole. "I preferred it from women, but I didn't know what you
would want..."

He found her very beautiful when she stared in disbelief at the
slightly rippled surface. He had narrowed the pool down so there
was only a cramped place for two people there, but it was filled
almost all the way up to the edge.

- "I want you to step into the piss...", Paul said sternly into
her face. "And you're going to do it for me, right?"

She looked like was trying to find a way out of this.

- "Please, Paul...", she tried eventually.

He smiled comfortingly to her. So, she had a limit after all...
To make things easier for her, he gently nudged her toward the
edge of the hole.

- "Come on now, Amy.", he said. "You know you have to do as I
say, right?"

After a few long moments of hesitation, looking back between him
and the liquid, she seemed to find her courage. She held her
breath and jumped inside.

Paul actually heard the impact of her knees against a ledge
under the surface. She stumbled for balance, screaming in pain,
but without the use of her hands, she slipped and disappeared
into the liquid. It took only two seconds before she came back
up, coughing, hair dripping and trickling with small rivers of
piss.

He climbed into the liquid behind her. The piss was up to their
waists. It felt very warm at first, but he got used to it
gradually. During that time, Amy seemed to succeed in fighting
her panic. He casually grabbed her cunt, under the surface, and
penetrated her with two fingers.

- "Good girl!", Paul said. "Now, are you ready to fuck me again?"

He cupped one of her massive breasts, probing her cunt,
stretching it with his fingers, making sure it filled up with
warm piss.

She turned her head back to look at him, little rivers of urine
running down all across her face.

- "Please Paul!", she tried. "You know I'll do anything you
want..."

She was her old, submissive self again...

Paul pushed her forward, holding her cunt against his cock,
bending her body as much forward as he could, head down toward
the surface.

- "That's a good fuck-hole!", he smiled to her.

Then he pushed his cock to her still half-submerged cunt, shoving
himself in, forcing himself through the warm urine inside her. He
screamed in satisfaction as he felt the increased piss friction
against her walls, and she screamed in surprise at his brutality.

- "Tell me what you are!", he screamed as he thrust into her
again.

- "Aahhhh...", she cried in shock before she composed herself.
"I'm a whore, Paul!"

He pushed her forward, more down, seeing her tits break the wavy
surface. The warm liquid they stood in splashed between their
bodies as he thrust into her again and again. Her face was only
inches from going under now. With every motion, he felt the
whirling resistance of the piss, and he knew she did too.

He kept fucking her for two minutes that seemed like an eternity.

She was getting tired. It had to be exhausting to have your hands
tied like that... He slid one finger into her asscrack, massaging
her asshole. She could barely hold herself on her legs now; when
she slumped down, the glistening wet asshole only just broke the
water line.

- "Are you such a cunt...", he asked. "...that you'd let me fuck
you in the ass without protest again?"

She just needed a couple of seconds to compose herself. There was
a look of anguish on her face.

- "I'll do anything you want, Paul.", she tried desperately.
"Just please don't kill me!"

He leaned forward, sticking his hands down into the warmth to
grab and squeeze her tits. Then he caressed his way over her
drenched back - playing with the piss, playing with his wet fuck
toy - until he reached her ass again.

- "You're such a good fucking cunt, Amy...", he said.

He caressed her piss-soaked hair. She half-turned to look into
his eyes as if she was desperate to please him. Maybe she still
hoped that this could just be game... He pressed his finger into
her tight asshole, and she moaned submissively at the intrusion.

- "You'll take my cock in your ass again!", he said. "But this
time, you'll never feel it come out... Do you understand?"

He could see the horror in her eyes.

- "Yes...", she whispered.

It wasn't all he wanted it to be, and he decided to repeat
himself.

- "Do you understand, cunt?", he asked her. "Tell me what that
means!"

- "I'm going to ... die.", she whispered again.

She was obviously frightened, unable to find any way out of this.
Since she did nothing but stand still, she was still offering him
her ass. As he started spreading her sexy cheeks, pushing her to
bend over, she turned back to him again.

- "Paul...", she said with tears in her voice. "Please don't kill
me, Paul... I don't want to die now..."

He paused for a while, enjoy the rare sight of urine dripping
from a pretty face.

- "Please...", she continued. "I will really do anything you
want... Absolutely anything... Just don't kill me now..."

This kind of powerful satisfaction was unsurpassable... He put
his cock against her asshole.

She closed her eyes, letting his cock inside, just as she had let
so many cock inside before. He shoved himself in to the hilt and
moaned in satisfaction.

He fucked in and out a few times, feeling the pleasure build. His
orgasm was close now, but he could control it just a little
longer. He pushed her head down towards the surface.

- "Lick the piss for me, Amy!", he ordered with ecstatic lust in
his voice.

He thought about all the cunts yesterday, flooding this pool -
one by one, emptying their piss into the toilets.

He saw her open her mouth and dip her tongue into the urine,
tasting it, and he watched and fucked her very slowly, enjoying
the pressure of her sphincter around his shaft. How was it even
possible that you could get a woman to do this...

- "You're really a good fucking slut, Amy...", he said. "Now
drink!"

She did what she was asked. Her lips pouted, and he heard her
slurping up the salty liquid. Her tits and stomach were bathing
in it now... He started fucking her harder, slamming his cock up
her colon. He was smacking into her asscheeks, his cock
disappearing over and over inside her, piss splashing everywhere.

- "That's good, Amy!", he said. "You're a good fucking whore...
Swallow for me!"

He watched her swallowing, coughing from the taste. Her asshole
was starting to feel really good around his cock. He wouldn't be
able to control himself much longer now...

- "Fill your mouth and show me!", he ordered her.

She slurped another mouthful of urine, and then she turned back
at him, opening her lips and showing him how obedient she was,
how much she deserved to get out of this...

- "You're amazing, Amy...", he said. "You're the best fucking
whore there ever was... Now swallow again!"

She closed her eyes and drank the piss down before him.

- "Amy...", he said.

- "Please, Paul...", she begged.

He smiled back at her in satisfaction.

- "I want to feel you die now, Amy...", he said.

- "No Paul...", she pleaded in what looked like tears. "Please
Paul..."

He grabbed her hands and lifted them into the air, rendering her
unable to resist. Then he grabbed her soaking hair and held her
face just an inch above the surface.

- "Amy...", he started. "You're such a sexy fucking whore,
Amy..."

There was the strangest sound when one of her sobs was
interrupted by her head being pushed under the surface. Paul
forced her down tight. She would be sucking it in any second
now...

He squeezed his submerged fingers into her hair, which he could
barely see down below, and he started fucking her as hard as he
could. She was still fighting. Part of her back was still above
the surface, and Paul could see her spine tensing up as she
wrestled his grip. Her ass massaged him so perfectly as she
twisted...

The first stomach cramp made him groan in pleasure, and there
came many more after it. He heard a new, streaming sound, and it
took him a moment to see it came from her crotch. Whenever her
cunt broke up above the waves, you could make out a spray of
piss. She was refilling the supply, keeping it fresh for
herself...

He kept fucking himself as brutally as he could into her asshole,
slamming and splashing into her ass, trying to make her feel it
as much as she could.

After a seemingly endless fight, Paul was suddenly caught off
balance, and she managed to get her mouth over the surface once
more. He strengthened his grip again as he saw her coughing and
fighting for air, but then he decided to give her a breath.

Her stomach cramped and the piss she had already swallowed
started spewing out of her mouth, down over her chin. The cramps
squeezed his cock harder than it had ever been squeezed. While he
enjoyed the contortions of her ass, half a gallon or more of warm
liquid poured out of her mouth, back into the tub.

- "Mmmmhhhhh, it's so goood...", he told her. "How does it feel
for you, Amy? How does it feel to drown like this? Do you like
it?"

He had never expected it to last this long, and he was savoring
every second now.

- "Please...", she managed to sputter out weakly. "No more..."

- "But it's for the best, Amy...", he answered. "And I really
love it now..."

He leaned up and managed to get an arm in under hers. Then, he
put both his hands up around the back of her neck, holding her in
a tight lock.

- "Your ass feels great, Amy...", he said.

He pushed himself into her rectal hole again, with violence,
making her yelp in pain.

- "Amy...", he started asking. "I want you to do something more
for me..."

He paused to give her a few more crying seconds.

- "I want you to ask me to kill you!", he said.

He was holding her pissy, slippery body tight, and he could feel
her practically giving up the fight as she registered the words.

- "No...", she still tried quietly.

He tightened his grip on her neck, pushing her closer to the piss
surface, jabbing his cock into her ass once more. He moaned in
pleasure.

- "You're so sexy, Amy...", he said almost into her ear. "Just
say it! Just ask me to kill you once!"

She knew that it wouldn't help anything, but deep inside she
still felt an urge to obey, to please him... And her feelings
were all she had left to cling to now...

- "Kill me, Paul...", she eventually whispered hesitantly.

- "You've got it, cunt!", he spit back cruelly into her ear.

She let out a scream in sudden, terminal horror, which was cut
short by her mouth going under the surface again from his push.

This time her energy didn't seem to last as long, but Paul kept
holding her tightly, not repeating his mistake.

Just as last time, she suddenly started thrashing again, and now
Paul realized that the fighting was a reflex from starting to
suck piss down her lungs. A last stream of air bubbled up around
her head. For a few seconds of intense fighting, her asshole
cramped and cramped so incredibly around his cock, and then her
entire body suddenly relaxed in his arms.

When he felt certain that she was beyond rescue, he put his hands
on her back, leaning on her lifeless, floating body for support.
His weight pressed her corpse down a foot beneath the surface. He
had to bend his knees to follow her ass down, until the warm piss
stood up to his stomach. Then, he started fucking her faster and
faster.

There was no sound but the waves against the edges of the pool,
but he could feel his cock sliding in and out down there - one
second the warm piss embraced him, and the next it was her tight
asshole. It was a strange, delicate variation, and he found
himself thrusting more and more violently, unable to make himself
last long. With a final, thrashing thrust through the pool, he
buried himself and came inside her stomach.

...

He climbed out of the bath and showered. Then he returned to her
corpse, which was still floating in the liquid. He dragged her
out and turned her on her back. The mouth was open and slightly
filled with piss

Paul opened her eyes. He wanted to see them, even if her stare
was turned upwards in an unnatural way. He masturbated himself to
hardness. Then he spread her legs, lay down on top of the body,
and fucked its cunt.

He watched the head jolt with every thrust as he worked himself
to orgasm. With a scream, he shot a new load of sperm into the
dead crotch.

Amy's boyfriend was waiting for her inside the burner. Paul
dragged her body in to the heater room. It all seemed very
fitting.

She would help in heating the house now. She was a part of it.

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