So fun.

It felt like hours passed before He came back into the room. We'll call him The Man. My husband's body language quickly shifted, every cell standing on edge of combustion. I could feel my entire body begin to tremble with some confounding mixture of fear and shameful excitement.

"Are we ready to begin, then?" The Man asked, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Fuck you." My husband growled, jerking towards The Man as if to charge at him. The Man laughed a little, a smug little chuckle and grabbed my husband by the back of his head. The Man brought his face within inches of my husbands and stared him down, his tone shifting from playful to grim.

"Yes," The Man said. "fuck me. That's exactly what your wife is about to do. And you're going to watch. You're going to see what it looks like to have a real man ravage your wife, leave her dripping and exhausted. I'll bet you've never seen that. I'd say it's a safe wager to say you've never seen her toes curl or her legs shake in the ways that I'm about to cause. By the time I'm through I'd say there'll be no doubt who she really belongs to. I hope you enjoy the show."

My husband's eyes were filled with tears, though I knew he wouldn't allow any to fall in front of The Man. He ground his teeth and the fire in his eyes roared. Before the man released his grip my husband spit in his face. I thought The Man would have been angry, but he only laughed again, wiping the saliva from his face.

"There, there," he said, patting the side of my husband's face with his saliva-covered hand. "Maybe you'll even learn a little something." The Man proceeded to gag my husband with what appeared to be his own underwear and turned his attention to me. "Hello there, darling. You've missed me, haven't you??"

He wasn't wrong, and I feared that my face gave that away in an instant. As soon as his eyes were on me, drinking in my utter helplessness, my heart began to race. I couldn't catch my breath and he hadn't even touched me yet. I immediately ached to feel his finger caress my skin, I was ready and utterly willing to be at his mercy. I felt a small twinge of pity for my husband, he'd always been the sort to lash out if a person even looked at me for too long. I couldn't imagine how he was feeling now, but for the most part I didn't care. In fact, I was filled with a sick sort of delight that he was going to be subjected to this. That he too, was at the mercy of what The Man had in store for us.

Finally I stopped my racing thoughts and realized more than a few moments had passed without a word. Both sets of eyes were on me, as if it were my turn to speak. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "What did you say?"

The Man smiled at me and sat at the foot of the bed. "I asked if you've missed me." He replied warmly, and began to softly stroke my inner thigh. That first touch, it sent an electrical current throughout my body. A familiar but long-forgotten sensation that I'd been aching for. I had missed him, his voice, his touch. He always held such a power over me that I couldn't put into words. "I bet you have," he continued, moving slowly up my thigh. "I bet you've missed the feeling of being with a real man, who knows how to please a woman like you." He looked back over to my husband but kept his hand on me. "I'll remind you, dear. I'll give you what you've been craving and show this pathetic boy what you've been missing." He looked back to me and moved closer. " You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The Man taunted as he reached the apex of my thighs and ran a skilled finger down my slit to find it warm and wet. He dipped two fingers inside of me and curled them gently, coaxing a shudder and subtle moan from me.

My husband mumbled some sort of protest from beneath his gag and pulled against his ties. The Man took his fingers out of me and stood up. He wagged his glistening fingers in front of my husband's eyes and smiled. "Oh, my," he said, feigning shock. "Would you look at that? That slut wife of yours is already dripping for me." He wiped his fingers down my husband's cheek and turned back to climb up on the bed with me. He loomed over me, one leg on either side of me. With one hand he stroked my hair and with the other he resumed fingering my wet pussy. His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath.

"Please," I whined between shuddering breaths as he began to kiss and bite my neck. "You don't have to do this. You've made your point, you can just leave."

"Certainly not," he answered, "I can feel the tension in your body, I can feel the chills you get with every touch. You're aching for my cock, aren't you? You want me to fuck your brains out right here in front of your husband, filthy little whore that you are." He pulled back slightly to look into my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. With his free hand he gripped me by the throat. "Look at me," he ordered, and tentatively, I obeyed. "That's a good girl," he whispered, fingering me harder and faster. I felt my toes curling and knew I was about to cum for him in front of my husband. He kissed my lips roughly and I moaned under it. "I'm not one to leave the job unfinished. Now, cum for me. Look at your husband, and cum for me." The Man moved down my chest, biting and sucking at my breasts so hard that I knew there would be marks left behind.

As he moved his head lower I shut my eyes and pleaded, "No, no wait please," but before I could say anything else he took his fingers out of my pussy and hooked them into my mouth so I could taste myself.

"Quiet, girl" he scolded. "And do as you're told. Look at your pathetic fucking husband and cum for me." He guided my face with his hooked fingers so I was forced to face my husband as The Man began to eat my pussy. I squirmed and squealed as his tongue explored my throbbing pussy. I instinctively started sucking on his fingers to quiet myself as I came up to the edge of my orgasm. He sucked my clit and slipped his tongue in and out of my pussy, my entire body writhed and shook.

"I'm... I'm gonna fucking cum," I groaned. In an instant he stopped everything. He took his fingers out of my mouth and brought his face up to mine. My eyes were wild with bewilderment.

"No, on second thought," he cooed. "I don't think I'll be letting you cum just yet. Your pretty little mouth felt so nice on my fingers, I think I'll give you something else to suck on." He got off of the bed and unhooked my wrists from the headboard but kept them bound together. "I expect you to behave," he said sternly. "Get up, and get on your knees. You're going to show me and your husband just how much you've missed my cock."

I just stared for a moment, unsure of what to do. My eyes were wide, staring at the two of them. My husband hadn't stopped struggling against his restraints and furiously shouting from beneath his gag. His face red with frustration and eyes burning with jealous rage. I didn't move from my seated position quickly enough so The Man roughly gripped me by the back of my head. He pulled me up to meet his gaze for a moment and then forced me down to my knees. He scolded me as he undid his jeans.

"I gave you an order, slut. I expect you to obey your master. Now, open your fucking mouth." His cock was rock hard and throbbing in front of me. I immediately noticed the size difference between The Man and my husband and couldn't wait to put him in my mouth. He was at least four or five inches bigger than what I'd been used to. The sight of his cock made my dripping pussy throb again, maybe if I did a really good job he would fuck me so hard my husband would never be enougn again.

I looked up at The Man with big, desperate eyes before grabbing hold of his cock with both bound hands. My husband screamed through the gag, begging me not to but I just couldn't stop myself. I put my mouth around the head of his cock and took it all in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, sucking and licking every inch of his delicious cock. I took him out of my mouth for a moment and sucked on his balls while stroking his shaft with my hands. I licked up the length of him before putting it back in my mouth and sucking again. I closed my eyes and moaned, I loved sucking his big cock so much more than sucking off my husband. The Man grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed myself deeper down my throat, fucking my face faster and harder than before.

"Yeah, that's right," he growled. "That's a good girl. Show us how much you love your master's cock in your mouth. Look at me, I'm going to cum down your throat and I expect you to swallow every last drop." I obeyed eagerly and looked up at The Man. He shoved his cock deep into my face and I felt that deliciously warm burst in my mouth, I made him cum. I swallowed it all with a shy smile on my face. He lifted me up by pulling the rope holding my wrists together and kissed my forehead. "That;s my good little cumslut. Now, look at him," he spun me around to face my husband and my demeanor shifted right away. I think I had gotten lost in sucking The Man's cock that I may have forgotten we had an audience. He wouldn't look at me, he was no longer struggling or yelling incoherently in protest. It was as if all the fight was taken out of him. Seeing his wife willingly and happily suck off another man right in front of him had left him entirely defeated. "There we go," The Man said, proudly. "Starting to get it aren't you?" Suddenly The Man put his hand down on the center of my back and forced me to bend over, still facing my husband. He held his hand high overhead and brought it down sharply across my ass. I jumped and yelped from the unexpected impact. "She may be your wife," SMACK! "But she's always been my slut." SMACK! "No matter how many times," SMACK! "She let you put that small," SMACK! "Pathetic," SMACK! "Sad excuse for a dick inside of her," SMACK! SMACK! "She was always thinking about me," SMACK! "Wishing I was the one fucking her," SMACK! "Wishing she could be sucking my cock instead of yours," SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "And I'll make sure you never forget it." SMACK!

"Please, that's enough," I whimpered as he straightened me back up. He stood behind me, one hand on my throat and the other groping at my breasts.

"I'll decide when it's enough," he growled. I've got one more thing to show this stupid fucking cuck." He looked at my husband who was finally looking back in our direction. I noticed his cock was completely erect despite how angry he seemed to be. Was he enjoying this? The Man noticed it as well. "Well, what do we have here?" He teased. "Is it turning you on to watch me toy with your wife?" The Man groped my breast even harder, pinching and twisting my nipple in his fingers and bit down hard on the side of my neck. "Then you're going to love this," he quickly spun around with me and threw me back on the bed. He climbed on top of me and stared into my eyes. "Beg for it," he commanded.

"What?" I said in a confused panic.

"I said, beg for it," he brought his fingers down to my cunt again to find it still dripping wet, ready for him. "Beg me to fuck this desperate little pussy in front of your pathetic cuck of a husband. Tell me you need to feel me inside of you to feel whole. Tell me he's never been enough, never measured up to your memories of me. Tell me."

I swallowed my pride and finally admitted the truth. "He's never been enough, he's never been you. I need you, I need you to fuck me to feel complete. Please, fuck my desperate fucking pussy, master."

"Well," The Man smiled down at me. "How could I say no to that?" Without another word he thrust his hard cock deep inside my soaking wet cunt and started pounding me. He filled me so completely that I couldn't suppress my moan. With every thrust my body shook and my toes curled. He was fucking me, hard and rough right in front of my husband. "Tell me who you belong to," he ordered.

"You!" I moaned. "I've always been your property, sir. I belong to you."

"That's right," he said. "Now, you've been such a good little slut, I think it's time to let you cum. Go on, cum for your master. Cum all over the cock you love so much." I was already there, everything built up all at once, his cock pounding inside me, my pathetic husband, who couldn't take his eyes off of us now. I came harder than I ever had before. "That's my good girl," The Man pulled out of me and grabbed hold of his cock before he came as well, got off of the bed and stepped to my husband.

"Enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked before pulling my husband's gag out of his mouth. "I know I did." The Man released his hold on himself and blew his load on my husband's face. "Now, I want you to thank me for pleasing your wife, since you obviously can't."

There was nothing but silence between them for several seconds. I just stayed in place on the bed, shocked that The Man had done that. I certainly didn't expect my husband's reply.

"Thank you for satisfying my wife," my husband said flatly. "I know I'm not enough for her and now I know who to call next time I fail to get her off."

"Yes, you do," The Man answered. He cupped my sopping pussy and absently tickled my clit with the tip of his finger. My breath caught in my throat and my legs began to tremble again. "And from now on I expect you to get my permission before you fuck this cunt, now that we all know it belongs to me."

"What do you think you're doing?" he prompted.

"N-nothing..?" she said, subtly pulling her hands out of her pants, wondering if it was even worth trying to hide at this point - it wasn't. "I'm sorry, I won't do it

again."

He chuckled, "How about some honesty? You were playing with yourself weren't you? You know how I feel about that."

"I was, and I do." she replied meekly, unable to make eye contact with him.

"And yet here we are," his tone dropped as he came close to her. He stuck his hand into her panties and dipped his fingers into her warm, wet pussy, using his other

hand to grip her tightly by the back of her head when she tried to jerk away. "Don't try and hide this from me, little girl. You're just a dripping mess, aren't you.

Naughty little thing."

"I guess I am," she purred, "Do you want to finish me up?" He quickly snatched his hand away, put his moist fingers in her mouth and pulled her face up to meet his.

"No," he said sternly, flatly, "You've been in here, playing with my property, and now you expect me to help you cum? Oh no, you're going to

be punished severely for this. I'll get my climax, but you'll be going to bed hungry. Do you understand me?" She just nodded, the disappearance of his playful demeanor

took her by surprise. "Stand up, take off your clothes."

She wouldn't meet his gaze, wary of what was coming but tingling with the possibility all the same. She stood shakily and took off all of her clothes, facing

downward, hands folded very much like a bad little girl about to be punished for her misdeeds.

"Are you ready to begin?" he asked, sitting calmly on a chair beside the bed. She nodded, still not looking in his direction. "No, no," he said, "You will look me in

the eye and say, 'Yes, Daddy, I'm ready for my punishment'." Her face was flushed but she remained silent. "Now, young lady!" The sudden stern tone sent a chill

through her body and she looked up.

"Yes... Daddy, I'm ready for my punishment."

"Good, now over my lap," he instructed. She took the few steps tentatively toward him and laid over his lap with her bare ass in the air, exposed. "Good, now you will

say, 'Please, Daddy, I've been a bad girl and I deserve a spanking'."

She groaned with deep embarrassment. "Oh, come on, honey, please..." Suddenly his hand came down across her ass with a sharp smack that made her yelp.

"None of this is a request, young lady. You will do as I say or you'll make it worse for yourself. You might as well go along with it because this is only the

beginning." Somehow this filled her with both dread and a sense of excitement. He gave her another two smacks to punctuate his point. "Now, say it."

There was a brief pause while she gathered her nerve to fulfill his direction. "Please, Daddy, I've been a bad girl... and I deserve a spanking."

He chuckled, amused both with her embarrassed tone and vulnerable predicament. "Good girl." He growled, as he began spanking her, hard and fast, alternating

sides. As she began to squirm in his lap he swung one of his legs over hers to keep her in place and scolded her. "Hold still, you filthy little brat. You deserve

every last smack and you know it." He went on with her spanking while she moaned and grunted and squirmed against his grip.

"Please, Daddy - oww, please it hurts!" she begged as her ass turned a bright shade of red. He stopped smacking to rub and grope her tender, warm ass.

"It's supposed to hurt, baby girl, it's a punishment. And it isn't over, but you can get up." She stood and rubbed her sore behind while he left briefly and without

explanation. He returned with a familiar sight in each hand. In his left, her plug, and in his right, his favorite wooden paddle brush. "Okay little girl,

bend over the bed." Something about her freshly punished ass made her immediately cooperative. She bent over the bed and awaited his next command. He ran his fingers

down her slippery slit and scoffed. "Wow, you filthy, naughty little slut. This pussy is dripping wet and swollen up from your spanking. You liked it, didn't you?

Tell Daddy that you liked your spanking, that it made your pussy wet."

Still feeling very obedient, she answered. "I'm a filthy slut, Daddy, my spanking made my pussy wet."

"What a good girl," he said as he rubbed her, "but you still don't get to cum tonight." He gave her another smank, she jumped. "Now, I'm going to put just a dab of jelly

on your plug and you're going to hold open your naughty little hole for it." Her stomach churned with collecting nerves and she hesitated.

"Please, Daddy," she whined. "I'll be good, I promise. You don't have to punish me anymore." He rained down another set of smacks on her already tender backside and upper thighs.

"I will decide when you've been punished enough, and I have decided we aren't finished here, so you will spread them for me or you can go over my knee for another

session!" Reluctantly, she spread open her ass cheeks for him to plug her. He graciously rubbed a small amount of lube on it before plunging it inside her asshole, she groaned

from the pressure. "That's a good girl. Now you'll stay just like that, the second half of your spanking will be plugged, and then I'm going to fuck your tight

little asshole."

"What?" she chirped in distress, yet felt that confusing tingle again.

"Yes," he confirmed, playing with the end of her plug, "Daddy's going to fuck that tight little ass, I meant it when I said I'm going to cum tonight, but I won't be

fucking your pussy. Bad girls get fucked in their bad girl holes." Without another word he took the brush and began spanking her again. Over and over the crack

of the wood against her flesh, left, right, middle, middle, right, left, middle, left. It was an unpredictable pattern and after the first few

blows she succumbed to her punishment and simply laid limply, obediently sticking out her ass to be beaten. She was more concerned with what was to come next. He scolded

her as he went, "You're a filthy little slut, you know that? Needy little whore. You know better than to play with Daddy's property."

After her ass was good and raw he stopped. "Alright, little girl, I'm going to take out your plug, and then you're going to very politely ask me to fuck

your ass." She took a deep breath, unaware at just how badly her ass hurt until the blows stopped. Her heart was racing and her pussy was growling.

"Please, Daddy, put your cock in my ass. I want you to fuck my tight little ass." He undid his belt and pulled out his throbbing cock.

"Why don't you wet it for me then? Either you wet it with that filthy little mouth of yours or it's going in dry." She was simply too sore, too humiliated and too hot to say no. With a sizable wince from her aching ass and thighs, she turned herself around on the bed towards him.

She took his cock first in her hand and then quickly in her mouth, being sure to swirl her tongue around generously to wet it as much as possible. He moaned from the warmth of her eager mouth and gripped her by the back of the head, fucking her mouth deeper. He pulled her away and said, "Alright, that's enough now. Turn around." She wiped her mouth and pouted up at him.

"Please, sir, let me just finish you with my mouth. I promise to do a good job." He scowled down at her.

"No, no you'd enjoy that too much," He put his hand firmly around her throat and growled in her ear. "You're a filthy slut, you love sucking Daddy's cock and we both know that. Truth be told, I think you like Daddy fucking your ass too, but its still just degrading enough to finish punishing you." He released her, backed away and gestured for her to turn around as instructed.

She finally accepted her fate and turned back around, sticking her raw, red ass back toward him. He grabbed one blistered ass check in each hand, spread her open and spit into her asshole before pushing himself in. She groaned loudly, a delicate mix of pleasure,

pain and confusion, but he didn't wait for her to complain, he simply began pounding her ass, hard and fast, crashing against the tender dark red flesh of her

beaten backside. As she adjusted to the feeling she let a low moan slip.

"Yeah, you like that, filthy slut? Tell me!" He ordered.

"Yes, Daddy," she squeaked, "I love it when you fuck my ass." As the words slipped off her tongue she felt her face flush and bit down on her lip. It was true, as much as a small part of her felt shame at the thought of being anally ravaged as a punishment, a bigger part of her loved the sheer degradation.

He thrusted deeper as the pressure built and he dumped all his hot cum in her ass. He pulled out slowly and watched it drip from her.