Stockholm Syndrome

"Oh, Fuck Yes!" Jessica screamed out, cumming from the violent ass fucking.

"Holy Shit!" John yelled out, her ass providing a pleasure he had never experienced. His hips leapt off of the bed as cum started spewing out of his dick into her warm, welcoming ass. Her clenching ass just drew the cum out of his balls in just the right way. His dick just kept spewing and spewing. How did she keep doing this to him? How did she keep making him cum in unbelievable amounts? After shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep into Jessica's ass, he fell back to the bed, completely drained. She lifted her ass up until his softening dick plopped out of her ass onto his torso. John watched her asshole tighten to its previous form, quickly looking good as new.

John was completely drained. His dick was sore and his balls were empty. He had cum three times in the last two hours. He simply had no energy left, especially on an empty stomach. His eyes lidded over and he started to doze. Jessica bounced out of the room.

Tammy didn't want to wake John up, but she didn't want to be alone. She was trapped with her own thoughts. She had started to realize that despite all that John had said, part of him was enjoying the rough sex Jessica was providing. Part of him liked licking this woman's asshole. Part of him liked fucking her up the ass. Part of him liked having this bitch inhale his hard cock. Part of him enjoyed having this bitch ride his hard dick with her tight pussy. A deep, dark part of him was enjoying this. A part of him that Tammy had never encountered. A part of him that he had never brought out into the view of others. He was too sweet and good hearted to ever say anything about it. All people had deep dark fantasies. The measure of a good person was their ability to suppress their dark urges. And she knew that her husband John was a good man. All this proved was that he had some dark urges.

And she knew that whore Jessica was a bad person. A bad girl. Good girls don't go around tying up happy couples in their own home. Good girls don't make a man forcefully fuck her. Only bad girls do that. Bad girls ride hard dicks like absolute sluts. Bad girls sit on men's faces, forcing them to eat their pussies. Bad girls make men eat their assholes. Bad girls make men forcefully rim them. Bad girls let men fuck them in the ass. Only bad girls do that. Only sluts do that. Good girls experience lovemaking, a truly life changing experience that sluts never have. Good men aren't interested in what sluts have to offer. They're above that. All sluts care about is physical pleasure. All they care about is sex. They never experience that deep, emotional bond that two people in love experience. For a second, Tammy pitied Jessica, for living such a pathetic, shallow existence. That bitch would never have what she and John had.

Tammy just sat in silence. She heard some movement from below her. Jessica was busy doing something. Then, she smelled something. Something good. Food! Jessica was cooking something. Tammy's stomach started to rumble. She was starving. She looked forward to Jessica's return, simply for food. Tammy heard John's stomach growl, and when she looked over, he was awake. They heard some footsteps approaching. They anticipated Jessica's return.

Jessica walked back in with a mug in hand. Both John and Tammy were puzzled. Jessica walked over to Tammy. She put the mug at her lips. Jessica tipped the mug severely, forcing its contents into her mouth quickly. Tammy tried to swallow whatever it was, but Jessica was pouring it in too quickly, and some of the contents were forced out of her mouth into her lap. She coughed and choked on what she had to drink. As Jessica emptied the mug, Tammy choked and spat out, trying to breathe. Tammy's eyes teared up as she coughed. She tried to taste what she had just swallowed. It tasted like cold cereal. It was cereal, but there were no chunks.

"I mashed it up so it would be easy to swallow. Hope you enjoyed it. That's all you're gonna get." Jessica explained, before quickly leaving the room. Jessica had mashed up cereal and put it in a mug of milk. That's all Tammy was getting for food. She wasn't even able to swallow half of it. Plus, she didn't know what cereal it was, because she didn't recognize the taste.

Jessica quickly reentered the room, carrying a full plate of bacon and eggs, with a glass of orange juice. She went over to the bed, and joined John.

"Do you like bacon and eggs, John?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, actually. It's my favorite." John said quietly.

"Really?!" she said brightly. "Well, here you go." she said, starting to feed him. For the next twenty minutes, Tammy was forced to watch, still hungry, as this bitch slowly and lovingly fed her husband his favorite meal. She sweetly held out the glass of juice for John to sip on. It was driving Tammy nuts, watching this seemingly private display of two lovers. Tammy especially hated seeing Jessica whisper in his ear again. She started doing this right after John finished eating.

"I can still feel all of that cum inside me. You shot so much!" she whispered. "Wanna know a secret?" she asked cutely. John said nothing, but she was clearly waiting for an answer.

"Ok. What's the secret?" John relented.

"You shot so much that it was leaking out of me. Out of my ass. So I took some of it and put it in her cereal." Jessica said, sharing this naughty secret. John eyes opened wide, shocked at this act.

"Just think, your wife drank your cum from my ass. That's so fucking hot." She said, reinforcing the naughtiness of this act. She leaned down and kissed his cheek again. What she did was so fucked up, so wrong. But why did it kinda turn him on? Why did the idea that this bitch had taken the cum that he had shot into her asshole and put it in his wife's meal, forcing her to drink it? His wife had been so embarrassed and humiliated by this woman. So defeated, again and again. So conquered. So owned.

Jessica slipped off the bed, gathered the dirty dishes, and left the room.

"What does she keep whispering? What don't you guys want me to hear?" Tammy asked.

"It's nothing." John said, dodging the subject.

"John, tell me!" Tammy begged.

"She, uh, she's talking trash. About you. Trust me, you don't want to hear it." John insisted, willing her to drop the subject. Tammy wanted to hear more, but she stopped herself.

"I love you, Tammy." John said with feeling.

"I love you too." she replied. Jessica walked into the room, so they both quieted down. She jumped back onto the bed.

"You two talking?" Jessica whispered. John said nothing.

"You know, if you want to have a long, private chat, all you have to do is give me another insult. Just one teeny, tiny insult and you get some private time with the wife. Make it a good one. This is the last one that you don't have to tell wifey, so you'd better make it a really vicious one" Jessica teased.

John had to think to himself. He only had two more insults left to get to his intended goal before waiting her out for the rest of the weekend. The only other insult he could remember that Jessica had said was about Tammy's hair. Tammy had always been really sensitive about her hair, so it would be best to get that out of the way.

"Her hair isn't the best." John whispered in her ear.

"In what way?" Jessica asked.

"It's kinda stringy. And short. I always liked girls with longer hair." John said.

"Really? What else?" Jessica asked, searching for more insults.

"Um, well, she has to dye her hair. She already has a bunch of gray hairs." John added, revealing one of Tammy's biggest secrets.

"Ha! I knew it. I can spy a bad dye job a mile away." Jessica said smugly.

"So, you like long, full, shiny hair. Right? Long hair that you can grab onto? Shiny brunette hair, better than that ratty black dye job? You've always liked girls with long, full hair, with just the right amount of curl. A girl can just twirl her sexy hair, and you would definitely notice. Right? I bet you've gone to the salon with your wife, right? I bet she dragged you there one day. I bet you were surprised that her hairstylist was the trashy older woman with the terrible hair. She had ugly hair, and ugly clothes. But that's who your wife thought knew about style. You were shocked that your wife went to her, and not the other hairstylist. You know the one I'm talking about? The one with the long, perfect, sexy hair. The one with the big tits bursting out of her tight top. The one that exposed a mile of juicy cleavage. The one you noticed the minute you walked in. The one that clearly understood what style is all about. The one that knew what it took to really be sexy. You remember that? You remember when she kept glancing at you, trying to signal you to sneak to the back? When your wife was getting her graying hair dyed, you wanted to follow that slut's bouncing ass to the back, bend her over, grab onto that sexy hair, and just fuck the shit out of her. Just ride her till she screamed. Right?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John moaned out quietly. These scenes she kept creating were so wrong, so dirty, so fucked up. But so hot. He couldn't help but admit these scenes were hot. They were like porno scenes. Porno scenes starring him and his wife, but where his wife was one of the background extras and he and some slut were the stars. Porno scenes that he could have had if her were that type of guy. He didn't notice his own hips hump slightly into the air.

"You are getting so good at this, John." Jessica whispered, kissing him on the cheek yet again. "Five down, five to go." She hopped off the bed.

"Okay, guys, I'm gonna take a shower. So, feel free to talk. Chat it up. I'll be back in like a half hour. Okay?" Jessica asked. She turned back and bent over to put her mouth next to John's ear.

"Remember. Don't say anything about our arrangement. Believe me, I will know." Jessica warned, before straightening up and leaving the room. She went into the bathroom and left the door open a crack.

There was an awkward silence between husband and wife now that the slut that had got between them had now left the room. It wasn't until the shower started that words were spoken.

"How is she?" Tammy asked.

"What?" John asked.

"How is she?" Tammy reiterated. John paused. "Is she better than me?" Tammy added.

"It's, um, it's different." John said.

"Do you like it?" Tammy asked.

"It's, uh, it's not the worst thing. Listen, Tam, it's different for a man. It's hard for me to not respond." John argued.

"Is this the type of stuff you like? Do you like rough sex?" Tammy asked.

"No, Tammy, it's not like that. I don't want this." John replied.

"How's her ass taste? Huh? I saw how you went back for more!" Tammy said.

"Is this how this is gonna be, Tammy!? We get thirty minutes alone, and you're gonna come after me about stuff I didn't even want to do!" John yelled out. Tammy paused.

"Uh, I'm sorry John. It's just... it's really hard to watch you two doing what you've been doing. I can't stand that I'm trapped here and can't do anything to help you, John. I hate this bitch for doing this to us. I hate her for doing what she's done to you." Tammy said, near tears.

"Me too, Tammy. Me too. I hate her. I hate what she says. I hate what she does to you. To us. I hate it! Tammy, I'm just doing what you said. I'm trying to do what it takes to get us through this. Whatever it takes." John replied.

"I know, John. Do you have any plan to get through this?" she asked.

"Just, uh, wait her out. She says she'll leave at the end of tomorrow, and I'm hoping she lives up to her word." John replied. There was a silence.

"And by the way." John started. "She's not better than you. She's different, not better." he said, reassuring her. Tammy smiled. They both suddenly heard a sensual humming from the bathroom. Jessica was humming some song to herself while she showered. John rolled his eyes, and Tammy laughed.

They chatted for the next few minutes, just making themselves feel better. Suddenly, the shower stopped, and they both heard motion from the bathroom. They prepped themselves for Jessica's return.

Jessica sashayed out of the bathroom, still nude, her body glowing from the hot shower. She was carrying a bottle of some sort.

"Alright, baby, time for that massage I promised you." Jessica said, standing next to the bed. John realized she was carrying a bottle of massage oil. She opened it, turned the bottle over, and poured a lot of oil onto his chest. As she poured the oil, her freshly washed hair fell onto his face. Her clean hair smelled really good. John couldn't help but smell her hair, taking in that sexy smell. John was surprised at how warm the oil was as it pooled on his chest. Jessica set down the bottle, and kneeled onto the bed. She ran her hands through the oil on his chest, soaking her hands. She reached over to his left hand and seized it in both of hers. Then the message began.

She started with his fingers, firmly massaging each of them, one at a time. She took her time, firmly rubbing each of his fingers. She moved down to his palm, rubbing it hard with her thumbs, really digging in there. It was almost too hard, but it did kinda feel good. Time seemed to fade away as he let himself enjoy this massage. She started moving down his arm, rubbing firmly, massaging his aching arms, sore from being bound to this bed in such an uncomfortable position.

"Such big muscles. Such a big, strong man." Jessica said quietly, really digging into his muscles. His left arm felt like mush once she was done with it. She moved over him to his right arm. She repeated the process on his right arm, taking her time, really doing a good job.

John had lost track of time as she moved down to his feet. She started on his left foot, firmly rubbing it, digging into it hard. But it felt great. He loved getting his feet rubbed, and this bitch was doing it so freaking well. She rubbed his toes one at a time, then the underside of his foot, his heel. He couldn't help but groan quietly. She moved up his leg, continuing the firm massage. She got close to his now hardening dick. She would get within an inch of John's dick, but she never touched it. She repeated the process on his right leg, massaging up the leg all the up to the cock, but again not touching it. She knee-walked up towards his head, quickly refreshing her hands with the massage oil. She moved up to his head, and started to rub his face and scalp with her fingers. John was surprised at how good this face and head massage felt. She eventually moved down to his neck, digging into it. John couldn't contain the loud groans that escaped his mouth. The neck massage felt so good.

What added to the pleasure was the big, fat, bare breast jiggling above him. His eyes followed her hard nipple as it bounced above him. His mouth salivated at the thought of having that tit in his mouth. Despite his loyalty to his wife, he kinda hoped that Jessica would force him to play with her breasts at some point this weekend. Force him to suck on those juicy nipples. Force those huge breasts around his face, suffocating him in softness. Maybe let him get a quick squeeze with his hands. Might as well get something nice out of this awful situation.

She moved down to his shoulders and firmly massaged them. John was being lulled into a daze as she both worked out the stress in his shoulders and jiggled her firm breasts above him, nearly hypnotizing him.

Jessica's hands moved down to his muscular chest and torso. Her hands rubbed his firm pecs, before moving down towards his abs.

"God, you're in such good shape. I love your body." Jessica commented, her fingers tracing his firm abs.

She started to rub downward, towards his now hard cock. She would get as close as possible without touching it. She seemed to spend what felt like hours tracing just around his cock with her fingers, never touching it. Rubbing every possible area around his dick except the dick itself. The front of his body had been covered in the massage oil, except for one big part. His dick was rock hard and bone dry.

She just kept rubbing her hands towards his dick, as if trying to force something under his skin towards his hard cock.

"Most people don't know this," Jessica started, "but stress manifests itself as cum in the human body. When you get really stressed out, more cum gets created in the body. When you massage a man really well, it releases all of that stress from the affected area. Then, all you've got to do is force all that delicious stress to one concentrated area. A long, fat, hard area. You take all that stress from all over the body and force it all towards one spot. You fill up that area with all of that tasty stress until it's full, bursting for release. The only way to truly relax is to find a way to release all of that creamy stress. Do you know what I mean, John?" Jessica said, smiling, looking down at him. Jessica of course knew this entire spiel was bullshit, but it sounded good.

"Yes." John replied. He knew what she was saying was bullshit, but it did kinda feel that way. Every time she rubbed his body towards his dick, it felt like more cum was being forced into his balls. It did truly feel like she was forcing all of that stress to one area.

Jessica maintained her rubbing, till John remembered that the cost of a happy ending to this massage was another insult. This would be the final insult he planned to give. He just wanted that lock of hair so he could bring her down. And, unfortunately, he had to say it out loud. He didn't want to be too vicious, so he had to think of something that wouldn't hurt her feelings too much.

"Do you want that happy ending, John? Do you want me to take care of all that stress?" Jessica asked. She looked at him, knowing what he had to do to get that happy ending. John couldn't fight the pressure in his balls.

"I, uh..." he started, hearing his own voice about to loudly vocalize an insult against his wife. "I wish Tammy had a better job."

Tammy was confused upon hearing this. Why would he all of a sudden just say that?

"What does she do?" Jessica asked, still firmly rubbing his thighs.

"She's, uh... she's a bank teller." John replied, struggling with the pleasure she was giving him.

"And what do you do?" Jessica asked.

"I'm a teacher. I teach high school English." John said.

"Teachers are important. Shaping the youth of the world. That's vitally important. It was probably what you dreamed of doing." Jessica said.

"Yeah." John said.

"I'm sure there aren't a lot of girls that dream of growing up and becoming a bank teller." Jessica said mockingly.

"Fuck you!" Tammy called out. Jessica just smiled.

"She was probably terribly unqualified for a job of any importance, right? She's clearly an idiot, so a job as a bank teller was probably the only thing she could get. Right?" Jessica said. "Bank tellers don't exactly rake it in. Is that you're issue? You wish she made more money?"

"Yes." John said.

"I know teachers don't make a ton of money either, but they make a good amount. Plus, it's so emotionally fulfilling to be able to impart all of that knowledge to future generations. Right? If she's not gonna bother getting an important job, she could at least try to get a job that makes money." Jessica said.

"Fuck you! I make money!" Tammy said.

"But not the kind of money John wants. John wants to live the good life. I can tell. But here you are dragging him down, forcing him to live in squalor when he's deserving of so much better. It must really sting to be held back like this, right John?" Jessica said.

"Yes." John said, just trying to move this along as fast as possible.

"It must have bothered you to marry down. I bet you've heard all the whispers. All of your friends wondering how an ugly bitch like her locked down a stud like you. It's sad to see this. I'm sad for you, John, simply because you don't know any better. You don't know that you are capable of so much more. You are deserving of so much more." Jessica said, sympathizing with John. John remained silent.