Alone now, I close my eyes. Heart pounds. That afternoon replays, vivid, raw. Living room, shutters wide open. Sun floods in. She’s there, my stunning wife, selfish bitch blending her doctor job with our twisted fucks. Yesterday’s wild night left me broken, hers completely. Today, I obey.
She eyes me, inspects. Silent. Waiting for me to serve, feed her hungers. ‘Strip bare! Hurry, like you promised.’ Voice sharp, commanding. I unbutton my shirt slow, peel it off under her piercing stare. Belt unclasps, zipper rasps down. Pants pool at my feet. Her lips curl, amused smirk. Goosebumps ripple my back. She knows my kinks—sweet-salty licks, caress-scratches, pleasure-pain rush. My secret SM vids, subby stories that make me spurt.
The Awakening: Eyes Closed, Pulse Racing
‘Already hard, baby? Stroke it, I’ve got work.’ White blouse hugs her. Naked underneath, I bet. Heavy tits, dark areolas begging. Love sniffing them before sucking. Smooth armpits, musky, I lap ’em for her moans. Her back arches for my nails in foreplay. Pubes I trim, scent pure her. Forced to snip her labia, her crack. Razor her lips smooth. Hot, wet cunt flashes back. She makes me soften skin with spit, my rough tongue scraping. Her thighs tense at my ragged breaths.
Shirt drops. Pants slide down legs. ‘Faster!’ Boxer tugs low. Subtle bush trim reveals. Cock half-stiff springs free. Smooth, dangling balls exposed. I stand, naked, awaiting orders.
‘Good boy. Come closer.’ One step, hesitant. ‘Remember we agreed?’ ‘Yes, darling, but…’ ‘Spread legs. Offer your cockhead.’ Right hand grips shaft, peels back foreskin tight. Chest out, fighting shivers.
‘Get it rock-hard. Jerk or it’ll hurt bad.’ Fist pumps. Squeeze-release. Tease foreskin. Left hand cups balls, rolls ’em. She watches, lips wet with tongue flick. I stare, think of her pussy stink, creamy drip. First taste—thick, mouth-filling slime on my tongue.
Impatient, she twists left nipple. Pulls, scratches. Pain spikes heat. Cock throbs full mast. Eyes lock, her humiliating grin. Knows I crave this war—agony bliss, cum urge versus slave shame.
‘You love this treatment, perv.’ ‘Fuck yes, darling.’ She taught me. Shy at first, girly tit play. Now essential. Her teen girl-on-girl echoes in pinches.
The Act: Exposed, Invaded, Drained Dry
Grabs cannula, soft moans fake-comfort. ‘Ready? So proud.’ Lubed fingers smear gel on head, polish it slick. Checks my fear eyes, giggles. Pinches foreskin, nails at piss slit. I jolt. Squeezes glans open. Tips cannula, rubs hole. Saliva dribbles. Burn stings. I groan, clench.
‘Relax, mine now. Turns me on. Pinch your nips.’ Tube slides in. Scratches inside. Pulls, throbs weird-hot. I twist tits hard. Deeper it goes, her breath hitches.
‘Mmm, let go! No shame, please me!’ Yanks balls gentle-crush. Hand to perineum, probes smooth skin. Fingers trail crack. I spread wider.
‘What, ass play? Dream on, denied slut!’ Always refused anal. ‘Tell me, crave it?’ ‘Dunno, shouldn’t!’ Rams finger in my hole. Shock, burn, ring grips. Balls tighten. Orgasm builds.
Kisses deep, tongue invades, slurps my spit. I buck, roar. Cum surges through tube, fills vial. She pulls out slow.
‘Mmm, perfect load for lab. Bye.’ Gone. Me alone, balls empty, slit gaping. Shower calls, hot water soothes stretched cock.
Back to now. Eyes shut. Cock twitches reliving. That forbidden rush—her lab toy, daylight shame. Secret high no one knows.