Erin's World Ch. 09

Our relationship had changed. When it began we were a normal wedded couple who still had loving, passionate sex with each other. Now, we only had cuckold sex. Ryan didn't even ask for sex unless it was based on the slut wife theme. He'd make himself go days and days, sometimes weeks without, just to build his lust up so high again he'd beg for me to do something else.

I'd slowed down, myself. I did manage to keep Ryan interested by occasionally sucking the cocks of some lucky guy. It was easier now. There were quite a few to choose from, not even counting strangers. Scott was a regular for me. Even though he and Ryan didn't speak anymore he found his way over to our house two, three times a week to get his cock sucked. I also gave Roland, the gym trainer regular blowjobs as well. It fed my need to please men like that as well as Ryan's need to have his wife do it.

He was building himself up for something. He'd never gone this long without cracking and fucking the hell out of me. I wanted it, I encouraged it, but he was the one to push me away, albeit reluctantly. He was constantly haranguing me about finding "that" lover. I think he was planning on holding out until I did. He was trying to force the issue.

He had dealt with me fucking and sucking his friends by cutting off contact with them, even while allowing, encouraging me to continue doing it with them. He had begged me for repeats of the "bar stranger" fantasy, a repeat with Red, the foreman. He had made me fuck Bill that second time. And, he'd pushed me to finally make him the office cuckold. Even after all of it, he couldn't help himself but to ask for more. I was shocked at this point that he'd come this far. I had no idea how he could even go to work anymore. But, the rare occasions he'd mention it, his face would redden but inside of ten minutes he'd be hinting at me returning somehow to the office again. In his own way, he'd accepted all this and dealt with it, as he had to.

For me, though, I'd reveled in the fantasy, and the idea I was free to get fucked and get pleased in so many different ways. However, even though I'd found it pleasurable, it always seemed lacking. It was me, it just wasn't the total me. Ryan's excitement and love made it all the more pleasurable for me but it was still missing "something."

I was particularly hot and horny one evening and I decided I'd break Ryan and give him what we both needed. I jumped him on the bed and started kissing him and feeling him up. He allowed it until my hand reached his cock (which was hard) and then he stopped it.

"No, please," he urged. "I want to, but I want you to do something special."

I ignored him. I kept trying to kiss him. He pushed me away, I kept going at him. Finally, he grabbed me and pinned me down to the bed on my back. He held my hands over my head. My chest was heaving. I was wet. He should've taken me, right there like that. It was what I was asking for. Instead, he held me there for a moment, then he looked at me with those puppy dog eyes.

"Please, baby. I want it, I need it, but you need to do this thing."

He meant the long-term lover thing. He was absolutely committed to it. He let me up.

I huffed, "see, this is where a dominant man would've but his bitch in her place. He'd have made me please his cock all night long."

I swear I almost saw him smile. If this was his plan all along, he was probably going to end up rueing the day.

I let him sleep by himself that night. I sat on the couch for hours pondering my next move. I had my phone in my hand. I had the number. Over and over I played it out in my head. "Could I? Should I? Could Ryan ever live with it? Would things ever be the same, after?"

It was only after many tears and many half finished texts before I finally decided I had to do something. We couldn't keep living like we were. One way or the other it was going to have to happen. I texted a message. I had so many starts and stops, I finally ended up with something simple.

"Hey, it's me. Just wondering how you've been doing?

He texted back, "you've got to be kidding."

I responded. "I'm not, how are you?"

"You don't want to know how I am, admit it."

"I do," I protested.

"You know damned well there's only one thing, one reason you'd contact me again."

I hesitated before I allowed myself to take the plunge.

"What is that?" I asked. I knew what his answer would be.

"It's to get your hot, kinky ass over here to get fucked."

That was Jack. He was rude, mean, and blunt.

I fought it, it was an instant reaction.

"Jack! I'm married. Can't you just accept that I'm wondering how you are doing?"

"Listen, it's 1am. You aren't texting me to chat about old times. You've thought about it and thought about it and now you finally showed some guts for a slut like you and texted me. Why deny it?"

"Jack, you are so crude," I typed.

"Yes, I'm crude and I'm perverted. That is exactly why you are texting me. You missed how I used you, didn't you? You can no longer stand that limp dick vanilla lover and you want to crawl back to me."

He was dead on that that is what I wanted to do but I fought the good fight. He always treated me rougher after our fights. "He's not limp dicked, he's actually well endowed!"

"Ok, so don't text me again, slut, unless you admit what you want from me."

Then came the silence. I thought he was bluffing. I thought that any minute now he'd text me again. He didn't text for the next hour. I'd tried to go to sleep on the couch but I couldn't. He won. I texted him back.

"Ok, you're right. I miss some of the things with you."

"What do you miss?"

"Your cock," I said hopefully, wanting to stroke his ego.

"And?"

"And I miss how you knew how to treat a slut like me," I said, astonished that I could even type that out.

It hung there for a moment.

"Ok, here's what I want..." he began ominously. I gulped, I was in for it now, there would be no stopping it. "Remember that night...oh right, it was your wedding night..."

I'm sure he was laughing at himself.

"Remember how I tried to get you to come to my room?"

"Of course I do," I admitted. I'd thought about that night so many nights, especially lately.

"Remember how you shut me down and left me hanging?"

"Jack," I typed, "it was my wedding night...I couldn't...."

"You could've. If you were true to yourself, you would've."

"I'm sorry," I wrote. My hands were shaking but my pussy was tingling, remember that night, the things he said, the things he wanted me to do.

"I don't give a shit, now," he wrote tersely. "I'm going to make things right. Here's what I want. Deny me and you'll never experience it again."

"Ok?" I replied with hesitation.

"Meet me at the Motel 6 in an hour."

"What? I can't, omg, Jack! It's like 2am!"

"Right. I want you to charge it on your husband's credit card. Tell the desk it's under my name, since I'll be there first."

"What? Fuck!"

"In an hour I want you dressed in your wedding dress."

"Oh my god!"

He rapidly sent text after text.

* "Remember that night, how you denied me?"

*Tonight you'll repay it. Wedding dress. Knock on the door.

*Then, I want you to strip the dress off in the hallway, just like I demanded before.

*I want that dress balled up in the hallway with you standing in just your heels and slutty lingerie.

*I want the same goddamned lingerie you were wearing that night.

*Then, when I tell you to come in, you'll drop to your knees BEFORE you get inside and crawl to me.

*You'll beg to suck my dick and I'll whip that ass purple if it isn't convincing, hell, I'll probably do it anyway.

It was his complete fantasy from my wedding night. It was the same fantasy I'd masturbated to since I've been married.

I replied. "But Jack, an hour? I can't even find my dress that fast!"

"One hour, starting now. If you aren't there in time I'm going to ignore you at the door. Trust me, you won't get in. It'll be over, for good."

That thought motivated me. I ripped open boxes I'd carefully packed up my wedding night clothes in. I've never put on garters, knee highs and heels so fast in my life. I almost woke Ryan up but I knew we'd spend too much time discussing it. It was too late, anyway. It was happening, we both had been harboring the thought for so long.

I raced to the Motel. I'm sure the night clerk saw me clattering towards the room in my heels. It was just nearing 3am. It should've been quiet. It wasn't. There was a party in a room just down the hall, the door was open. Several of the partygoers gawked at me, standing in my wedding dress in front of the door. I tried to ignore them. I tapped on the door. Nothing. I tapped again. Nothing again.

"Jack! Jack! I said as loudly as I could without drawing extra attention to myself. "I'm on time!" I begged. "It's not 3 yet!"

I saw the light in the eyehole change, I knew he was looking. "So? Aren't you supposed to be naked by now?"

"Fuck! Jack, there are people right here, down the hall. They are watching!"

"Thirty fucking seconds," he bellowed through the door. "Thirty seconds from now if that dress isn't off you and in a ball in that hallway...." he warned. "Thirty, twenty nine....." he was counting down.

There were several guys and one girl hanging out in the hallway and they got to watch as I frantically worked my way out of my dress, much to their amusement, as well as the amusement of many others as they called them out to watch.

"Twenty....nineteen...."

It wasn't easy, wedding dresses are for show, not function. He'd gottten to "five..." when I was standing in my lingerie and heels for him. My tits were exposed by a shelf bra which pushed them up proudly. I remembered something just as he was at " three." I quickly bent over, much to the delight of the party onlookers and I balled up my wedding dress, my beautiful, white, clean wedding dress. It was complete. "One!" He yelled.

I quickly dropped to my knees. I heard the gathering groan a collective, "ooooh," when they saw what I was doing. Jack opened the door and I slowly crawled in, my ass swaying for those looking.

Jack looked out and around the door. "Nice side effect," he grinned. "Maybe I should just leave the door open," he cracked.

It was typical Jack. He always looked for the dirtiest, darkest angle. He closed the door, though. I think he didn't want to get us arrested before he could exact the revenge on me he'd no doubt planned for a couple years now.

I started begging, without being asked.

"Please, please, sir. Let me suck your cock!"

"Why should I let you?"

"Because you know I need it, sir. You know what I am. I'm a cock sucking slut. You knew that about me in college. You made me pay every time you saw me."

He took it out, it was engorged. The head was purple, it was thick, large and scary looking, much like Jack himself. He teased me with it. I tried to lick at it but he'd just keep it out of reach. Instinctively I knew not to use my hands. There were interlaced behind me, something Jack always had insisted on if they weren't tied.

"Please let me suck your cock, sir. Please let me make up for not doing it on my wedding night."

That thought pleased him. "Yes, get your married whore mouth on my cock. It better be good to make up for me missing out on the fantasy of getting sucked and fucked by a slut on her wedding night.

"Yes sir," I said enthusiastically as I finally got my mouth on his terrifying, wonderful dick.

"What are you?" He asked me as he grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my face up.

"I'm a cock sucking slut."

"Is that all you are?"

"No, sir. I'm a kinky slut that likes being used," I said, which made my pussy nearly gush.

"You know that I'm a prick, right?

I nodded. He slapped my face hard which only made me attack his cock with more gusto.

"For you to contact me, like this, after so long means you long for this treatment."

"Yeth thir," I said, my mouth full of his cock and balls.

"I'm serious. You know I'm a prick. You know I don't give a shit about you, that I really only loved using your slutty holes for my pleasure, and yet, here you are."

"Fuck," I thought. I probably could've cum if I couldn't just rubbed myself on his leg at that moment.

"There were things we did which I'm going to make you do again."

I sighed and nodded.

"But, there were things I'd wanted to do with you, to you," he said ominously. "Now, I'm going to wear that shit out."

I knew he was. It was why I'd delayed so long in letting it happen, but it was also why I was there. I'd finally faced it.

He stood up which denied me the pleasure of servicing his cock. I started to pout. Watching him slip his belt off changed that expression to shock and fear.

He told me, " hold one leg of the bed in each hand and do not let go or it will go far worse for you. Trust me, I have every reason to take all my anger out on you. Make it as easy for yourself as you can."

"Yes, sir," I choked as tears started filling my eyes.

He began to stripe my ass, hard, with his belt. I could hear the slash in the air each time just before it slashed across my backside, ending in a scream from me. Over and over, but slowly. One cheek, then the other. He tormented me by not making it rhythmic, I only knew it was coming the instant I heard the whir in the air. Smack! Scream! Smack! Scream! It only pissed him off when I'd scream, but he was just doing it so fucking hard. I knew I deserved it. He stood back for a moment. We could hear noises right outside our door. No doubt the earlier spectacle along with screaming brought them closer. I saw Jack leer at me out of the corner of my eye, he saw me looking. He sneered. He opened the door, much to the surprise of the partiers, and me. I stayed locked in position. I knew better than to move. It was four or five guys, from what I could tell from the voices. They started to bolt when the door opened but Jack called them back. He made them stand in the hall, looking over each other's shoulders.

"I'll bet you've never seen a whore being whipped before, have you?

I heard a bunch of enthusiastic "no's."

"This whore in particular likes it rough. You boys should like this."

He laid one particularly blistering and painful swath across my entire backside. I screamed bloody murder. They laughed. Jack worked my ass hard for them, from every angle.

"See, the beauty of those red marks and welts is that she's going to feel that for days, weeks, maybe, if done right. Then, when you've whipped it red and raw, you get to fuck it. That's what this whore likes, isn't that right, honey?"

"Oh my god," I sobbed. "Oh my god, my ass....Jack, it's too hard...oh my god."

He slashed me again with sudden anger.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed, "I'm sorry. I do like it, I do need it. He knows what a slut like me needs!"

Jack pointed out to the guys that I wasn't tied, I was clearly able to stand up and stop this if I so desired. I didn't. He made them take note. I was bawling at this point. My ass was probably a wicked shade of red, my face probably was too. And, probably only known to me and Jack....my pussy was nearly bubbling over.

Finally, he shooed the guys out and closed the door. I heard them yelling to their friends down the hall. I knew they'd be telling them the story of what they'd seen.

He made me go back to sucking him while not allowing me to touch my ass, to soothe it in any way.

"I want you to feel it," he barked. "I want you to feel how hurt that ass is and why it is that way and why you allowed me to do it."

I made mad love to his cock using just my mouth. I tongued it, I licked it up and down, I bathed his balls and suckled on them, which he loves. I took him as far down my throat as I could and each time I was deep he took my head and shoved it down just a little further, which made me choke and gag a bit each time. It was just something he did. It was his way of showing me he was in control. He slapped my titties from the sides as I sucked his ridiculously hard cock. I moaned. My head was spinning. I was here, sucking on the meanest, dirtiest man I knew while my husband, my love, was at home sleeping unaware.

"I'm going to fill your married whore mouth," he grunted.

I doubled my efforts on his cock. I sucked him like he deserved for treating me as I deserved.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it like you will every fucking day, every fucking time, from now on. "

"mmm," I groaned at that thought.

He thrust into me uncontrollably and pumped his cum into me. It was so much. He'd no doubt been wanting this since my wedding night. He rewarded me for it, finally.

I kept my mouth on his cock, still sucking as I made sure I got the last of his cum in me. I knew he liked that. He'd only let me take my mouth off when he was ready.

Finally, I got the signal. I fell to the floor. My ass was burning, I was still blurry eyed from the tears. He admired the work he'd done on my ass.

"That ass looks perfect now," he grinned lewdly.

"Oh my god, Jack. It was so rough..." I panted.

"Should I have done it lighter? Should I have just asked you how you wanted it?" He asked sarcastically.

"No sir," I said in resignation. "You know how hard a slut like me needs it, thank you, sir. Was it everything you wanted it to be?" I asked, hopefully.

"Not yet," he said with a smirk.

He tied me to the bed, face down while I protested. "I have to get home, Jack. Ryan is sleeping, he'll wake up, wonder where I was...."

"Too fucking bad. He'll find out his wife is getting what she needs, finally. I'm sure he probably already knows what a slut you are. I don't believe you haven't been a slut while you've been married."

"Jack, really. I need to go...." I whined.

He grabbed my hair roughly again and yanked me up so that I was inches from his face.

"I'll let you go. Don't worry. But we're not done here yet, not by a longshot."

He grabbed my phone and took pictures of me naked, arms and legs tied and spread, ass whipped raw. It was then the room became strangely silent. Jack just kept grunting, and occasionally laughing.

"Well," he said finally. "All your filthy whoring ways are going to finally come back to you."

I started to kick wildly on the bed. I didn't like his tone. I dreaded what he was going on about.

He laughed and shoved my phone in my face. It was the picture of me with the foreman's cum dripping off of it. Then, the next picture, of Scott's cum on me while I dangled my torn panties, then the picture of me dripping the mall guy's cum, the picture of me in underwear with the black cock slut spade charm and ankle bracelet. No doubt he'd read the texts that went along with them.

"Silly slut," he growled. "How long did you think you could keep this from me. See? I'm the only one who truly knows you. I'm the only one who knows who you are, what you need. Then, something worse happened. He found more texts and email messages. I hadn't deleted them. This is a lesson why you always delete your sex messages. As I was kicking and screaming for him to stop he started reading them, all of them. He found out all my texts to Ryan, all the back and forths, about the foreman, the strangers at the bar, his friends, his coworkers. Worst of all he found the references to all of our fantasies. He knew everything.

"This..." he smiled with the most wicked smile imaginable, "....is going to be even better than I thought.

He took a closeup picture of my purplish welted ass. He told me he was sending it to Ryan. I screamed, I begged, I cried. He just laughed, typed something and sent it, right in front of me.

I meekly asked what he typed. He said, "THIS is what your slut wife's ass is supposed to look like, always."

He slid his huge spear into my ass using my overheated juices to help. He didn't ease it in, he jammed it in. He took delight in how I yelped when he did. He put his hand over my mouth and made me gasp for air as he raped my ass. All the while, he ridiculed me, Ryan, our lifestyle. The sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my ass was clear from all the wetness. I also heard the slap every time he forced that thing all the way into to me with a determined thrust. We heard the guys out in the hallway again. He made sure he was loud in everything he said and did. He let them know he was fucking my ass and how hard. He came in me, but not before telling me that I no longer have any say in anything. I was do what he says from now on.