Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 09

"You sure it wasn't like that before he got home?"

"I'm not lying, B. That was like a rape fantasy. He was fucking possessed."

"That's what happens when a man needs to win back his pussy. He fucks it like he owns it."

"I promise you, he owned it tonight. The big question is who am I going to let own it tomorrow!"

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Thursday morning, March 21st

Christina wasn't thinking about who might own her pussy, or any other part of her body when she slowly rolled out of bed. She'd been awakened by the shower running at an ungodly early hour, Alex already getting ready for his day. She ached, feeling like she'd been hit with a truck.

"Thank god I work out. I can only imagine how bad I'd feel if I was out of shape," she whimpered as she gingerly made her way down the staircase. "I need to ask Brandi if there are exercises that I can do to prevent feeling like this."

She landed awkwardly on her final step, her leg jarring her hip, creating a chain reaction through her torso. She winced, which morphed into a smirk. She found it humorous that she'd been worried about a headache from drinking different types of alcohol the night before. That turned out to be not a concern any longer. Any pain she might have had in her head was far outweighed by the way the rest of her felt.

"I don't think I could fuck today if I wanted to."

That was completely the opposite of how she was thinking seven hours before. She'd gone to bed dreaming of sex. Reeking of it as well.

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Wednesday night, March 20th

Not only did Christina smell like a two-dollar whore, her surroundings did as well. There was a naughty, nasty stench that permeated the bedroom. And she'd raced upstairs after hanging up with Brandi to make sure it stayed that way.

Alex was in the bathroom, rummaging around in the linen closet. She knew what he was looking for. That's why she flew up the stairs. Whisking off her covering and her bikini, she turned off the lights and dove under the covers. Alex walked out with new bedsheets in his hands and a scowl on his face.

"What are you doing, Christina? I want to change the sheets. They're disgusting."

"They're perfect. Come to bed."

"Perfect?"

"They're exactly how they're supposed to be. What did you expect? You knew what I was doing today."

"I expected to be sleeping on clean sheets."

"Alexander," she replied, the name she used to get his attention. "I change the sheets and wash the linens every Tuesday. You know that. I'm not going to do that again the very next day."

"You had sex in the bed. On my side! I'm not sleeping there."

"Suit yourself, but I'm not changing the sheets until next Tuesday, and you're not either. You don't even know how."

"I can... just not to your standards. And that's not the point. You can't be serious about not changing them. That's five days from now."

"I know how long it is. That's why I'm not changing them. I just did yesterday. Are you going to continue to debate what we already know?"

"Christina, I don't understand how you can think I'm going to be okay with sleeping there."

Her patience was being tested. They'd just had a great sexual experience... the best ever between them, if he were to give it an honest assessment. She'd already happily accepted that conclusion. But that was over, and she needed to reestablish her position.

"Sleep there. Don't sleep there. I really don't give a fuck at this point. I'm telling you how things are going to be, Alexander. The queen sleeps on the left side of the bed. The man sleeps on the right. You established that when we had to switch sides once we had the children."

"What does that -"

"I'm getting to it! What am I, Alexander? I fucked my bull in my bed because I'm a what?"

"You're my hotwife."

"Oh, I'm yours, am I?"

"Well, yeah," he answered sheepishly. "You can't be any kind of wife without a spouse."

The literal nature of his response made her cringe. It was the lawyer in him. "Yes. That's true... I'll give you that one. But I'm a hotwife, nonetheless. Because of that, I get to establish the rules. You already agreed to that, did you not?"

"Yes, but..."

"The only butt we're going to talk about is yours. You say one more word that goes toward ruining the moment we had by the pool, and I'll be strapping your ass with a belt before the hour is done!"

He froze, the anger in her eyes and agitation in her voice told him she was serious, and for the first time he feared she might take things to that level. Deep down, he knew it was likely to evolve in that direction eventually, and a pervese part if him accepted that as part of the hotwife dynamic. But he was in no hurry to get there.

She saw him nod, and she proceeded to spell things out for him. "The rules are, one, this is my room. I allow you sleep with me because I'm a loving hotwife. Two, if I so choose to invite someone else into my bed, I will. You don't have a say in it, and I won't necessarily tell you ahead of time. Three, if I have a guest in my bed, I will obviously change the sheets for them. I'm not crass, but I'm not doing that after."

"I don't understand why not?"

"I could just say because I said so, but I don't like giving that reasoning to the kids. The reason I'm not going to allow it is because I like the aroma. It reminds me of what I did and who I am. The added benefit is that it will remind you of the same thing. I love what you did to me tonight; how you finally fucked me like a man. I'm genuinely happy that you got to put your little stag hat on and fuck some new pussy today. I really am. But that doesn't negate that you're both a stag and a cuck. As much as you protest about really only wanting to be a stag, I know better. And that's why you should be sleeping next to me tonight."

"Because you want to remind me of that," he grumbled.

"No, its because you want to be reminded that I fucked my bull, in my bed. He fucked wherever he wanted... in the bed and in me. That, by default, makes you a cuckold. If you get to bask in the glow of being a stag, and you should, I'm not going to be upset about it. Like I said, I'm happy you fucked this Ashley. And I'll be just as happy if you were telling the truth and you're going to nail her again in the morning. But... I can flip the switch and make you go from one type of husband to the other whenever I want. It's my prerogative as the hotwife. I believe it's important that you experience the joy of being both."

"You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Go put those sheets away, turn off the light on the bathroom, and come to bed with your dirty wife."

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a resigned sigh, assuming the more submissive role she expected. It was quite the change from how he felt when he entered the house.

Twenty minutes later, Christina lay restless on her back. She'd been struggling to sleep, her movements keeping Alex from being able to nod off.

"Alexander," she whispered.

"Yes."

"Thank God you're awake."

"Hard to sleep when you're over there doing calisthenics."

"I'm sorry. I can't sleep."

"What's wrong."

"Your cum is leaking out of my pussy."

"You can't tell me you're not use to that feeling by now. We talked about condoms."

"I'm not going to buy them. You wanted me to be the hotwife. Now that I am, it's your responsibility to keep me stocked up. Otherwise, you're going to have to hope I don't get knocked up."

"I have to buy them."

"I'm a married mother of two kids. Been married fifteen years. Couples married as long as us don't have sex that often. Or at all, based on your porn habits."

"You had to bring that up."

"Yes. Always. It's the gift that keeps on giving. And I'm not going to the store to buy condoms. I've never had to do that in my life. I'm not about to start now. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"So yes, I'm used to leaking cum. But... it's going to make a mess on my side of the bed. I can't have that."

"So, go clean up."

"That's your job, sweetie. I need you to crawl under the covers and lick mommy clean."

She waited, his pause long and silent. All she could hear was his breathing. Finally, he moved, the covers shifting on the bed. "Yes ma'am," he sighed.

"Make me cum with that magical tongue while you're down there," she cooed as she lifted her legs at the knees, feet firmly on the mattress.

Crawling between her spread thighs, he affirmed, "I will."