Degraded wife

Chapter 3

"This is terrific," said Gary, as he humped the lovely nurse.

She felt so good under him, writhing and bucking as he forced his tool in and out of her, stuffing it to her as hard as he could, working her pussy with the mammoth rod, and making her squirm all over the chair.

The chair was angled just right, so that gravity helped him fuck Gina, as their feet were slightly higher than their heads and the tool was able to fly all the way into her open pussy.

She was wild with passion, and she was making noise like some wild beast that was in heat, moaning and squealing with each and every deep plunge into her cunt.

"More," she moaned, "Stick it to me!"

In and out it slipped, until Gary felt himself getting ready to unload into her pussy. He hesitated for a moment, but then remembered that he was the boss and he drove into her with renewed energy.

"I'm going to give you something soon," he informed her, "I'm going to drop my hot load into that tight cunt of yours. Won't that be nice?"

"Yes," she muttered.

"What?" he asked, "I can't hear you."

"Yes," said Gina more loudly, "Yes, I want you to shoot off inside me. I want all of your hot cream unloaded into my cunt. Please, please, come!"

Gary was shocked and even more turned on by her words, and he rammed in and out with a passion, until he felt her body begin to shudder under him.

"Aaahhh!" she screamed as she came.

Her cunt was spasming around his dick, pulsing and sucking at his tool as he fucked her. He could feel her hot liquids pouring out of her cunt and washing over his invading peter.

Her body was jumping as if it would not stop. Gary thought he would be thrown off the chair by the way she was writhing, but after a while she calmed down, and her body only twitched slightly.

Her cunt was still going wild, however, and as it milked him, it caused him to drop his load. His scum sprayed into Gina's willing cunt in thick, white bolts, mixing with her own juices and washing down her channel.

Some of the thick liquid clung to her hot walls, however, and he could feel his dick head pushing up against the sperm as he kept banging into her. With each stroke, more jism poured out, until her cunt was filled with it, and it began to trickle out onto the vinyl of the chair.

"Take it," he moaned, "Take it all, baby."

Gina rocked underneath him, sweating and bucking and replying, "Yes, slip it to me, fill me up with your spunk."

Finally, it was over, and the two of them lay on the chair, exhausted and sweaty their genitals still tingling with pleasure. The scum leaked out and collected under Gina, and when Gary finally got off her, he handed her a towel to clean up.

"That was wonderful," he told her as he dressed.

"I would say that you are very stimulating," laughed the woman, as she pulled her panties back on.

"It sure seemed it,''-he said, smiling to himself.

This meant that it wasn't his fault that Teri was not getting excited. He seemed to be doing everything right. Gina had obviously loved their screwing, and he certainly had.

"I loved it when you abused my nipples," said Gina, "And when you ordered me to strip. You were so sexy when you were being forceful."

"I think that's enough work for one day," he told her, "Close up for today. You'll have a little something extra in your pay envelope at the end of the week."

"That's not necessary," she said, "I didn't do it for money. I did it because I find you sexy."

Gary thought this over as he drove away from the office. The young nurse had really been attracted to him. She had really been hot during their fucking, and he had felt terrific.

But he was not able to put his finger on exactly what had made him so hot. Was it simply that Gina was young, or was it something more?

He headed over to Stu's house. He always ate dinner over there on Thursday night. Teri worked late every Thursday night, and Stu and he would eat dinner and have a few hands of poker or go shoot pool. He enjoyed the evening.

One of the added attractions was Stu's wife. She was a lovely woman and a great cook, and he always liked taking a peek at her ass or snatch while they talked. She was the exact opposite of Teri, being a dark, hot-blooded Spanish woman.

She had large features, full lips, long, black hair and a very voluptuous figure. Her legs, from what Gary had seen of them, were quite good-looking, and her chest was a good size, as was her ass.

"Hey, guy," smiled Stu as he opened the door and pulled Gary in, "So how's the foot business this week? Are you still acting like a*heel* to your nurses?"

"Oh, god, Stu," moaned Gary, "you get 'cornier' every time I see you."

Both men laughed, and then Maria, Stu's wife, came over and gave the doctor a short kiss.

"Gary, how are you?" she asked, "How's Teri?"

"We're both just fine," he replied. He wondered to himself what their reaction would be if he had said, "Teri's fine, as long as she has her vibrator to fuck her."

Would they be shocked, or would they simply pretend he hadn't even said it? The three walked into the dining room, where Maria served them and they all ate like pigs.

"God, that was delicious," moaned Gary, "but I don't think I'll be able to get up from my chair."

"Come on," said Stu, "Try and make it into the other room so we can play some cards."

The two men pulled themselves from the table and walked into the den, where they began to play cards. Gary lost consistently, as his mind was on other things.

"Hey, what's going on here?" asked Stu abruptly, "You never lose. Something must be wrong. Do you have something on your mind Gary?"

"As a matter of fact," answered the podiatrist, "yes, but I don't know if I want to talk about it."

"Do you have six months to live?" asked Stu.

"Hardly," smiled Gary.

"Then it must be about a woman," concluded his friend, "A woman other than your wife."

"How did you know?" asked Gary.

"When a man doesn't want to talk about something with his best friend, it's always a woman," said Stu, "Now tell me all about it. I'm not going to go tell Maria anything."

"Alright," agreed Gary, "As long as you keep it strictly confidential."

"Of course," said the man, "So talk."

"Well," stammered Gary, "I've been unfaithful to Rei."

"Congratulations," laughed Stu, "who's the lucky woman?"

"You know the nurse I have?" started Gary.

"You mean the sexy looking one with the curl, brown hair?" asked Stu, "Wow, she is a knock out."

"No, not her," said Gary, "That's Adrian, my full-time nurse. She's not a flirt. I'm talking about my part-timer. "Never met her," he replied, "But if you fooled around with her, she must be good-looking."

"She is," the doctor replied, "and a great fuck too. She was really going at it when I was inside her, like an animal."

"Sounds great," remarked Stu, "You have it at home and a little a work too, when you want it. So what's the problem?"

"I feel guilty, that's what the problem is," answered Gary, "I never cheated on Teri before. Did you ever cheat on Maria?"

"I've seen other women," he replied, "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"You didn't feel bad?" asked Gary.

"Look, I didn't rape those chicks. They were looking for some fun as well as me," said Stu, "No one was to blame."

"Yes," said Gary, "That's true. I didn't force Gina to do anything. She was as hot as I was, maybe even hotter. I'll tell you what's really bothering me, Stu. I liked having sex with Gina more than my wife."

"There's nothing unusual about that," his friend stated, "After all, Teri and you have been married a long time, it's always nice to find some one new."

"No, no," moaned Gary, "It's not like that. I mean that the sex itself was better. I got off more than with Teri, and the nurse… well… she got off much more than Teri ever does."

Both men were silent for awhile, as Stu puffed his cigar.

"Look," said Stu suddenly. "Since you're being frank with me, do you mind if I'm frank with you?"

"Of course not," answered Gary, "Say whatever you want."

"Okay, I will," responded the man, as he stood up and began to pace around the small room. "Look, I like Teri and everything. I think she's bright, witty and sexy, but she seems a little cold to me. I'm not at all surprised to hear you say that you find sex with her not satisfying."

"If you're trying to say she's frigid, forget it," stated Gary, recalling the scene with the vibrator on the sofa.

"No, that's not what I mean," said Stu, "I mean that your wife seems a bit… bitchy. She seems like a real ball-buster. Sometimes I get mad at you at the way you let her lead you around by the nose."

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Gary, getting angry.

"Well," continued Stu, "It's just that when Teri says something, you jump."

"That's not true," snapped Gary.

"When you make love," said his friend, "Who calls the shots? Who says when, where and how? I'll bet my shirt it's Teri. Am I right?"

Gary did not answer.

"That tells me that I'm right," he snorted. "Don't get all upset about it. I had the same trouble with my first wife."

"Debbie?" asked Gary, "You never talk about her. I figured I better leave the subject alone."

"I don't talk about her because she was a bitch," replied the man with the cigar. "She was far worse than Teri is, a real nasty broad. She thought life owed her something, and she was always trying to call the shots. When we got married, she tried to tell me what to do as well, and did we have some fights."

"What about sex?" asked Gary.

"I was getting to that," answered Stu, "When we had sex, everything had to be done her way. I couldn't do this, I had to do that, she drained every ounce of spontaneity out of sex."

"That's just how I feel about sex with Teri," exclaimed Gary.

"I thought so," he answered, "And what about the nurse?"

"She let me do what I want," he replied, "she did her thing, but I really called the shots. I ordered her to strip, and then told her how I was going to fuck the shit out of her. She loved it"

"That's just the point," replied his friend, "Women love that. They all secretly want to be dominated and forced to submit to the demands of their man. Let me tell you about Debbie and I."

Debbie was a high-class bitch with a long length of black hair, a puckered mouth, big eyes and long neck. She had a great body, with long legs, wide hips, and tits that stuck out nice and high.

Then Stu went back five years and told what had happened after a party they had gone to together.

Debbie walked into the room followed by her fuming husband. He had been drinking heavily, and they had had a bad fight.

"You stupid asshole," snapped Debbie, as she threw her mink stole on the bed.

"You little bitch," responded Stu as he lurched into the room after her, "You made a fool out of me in front of all those people."

"You made a fool of yourself," she responded, not even looking at him.

She was staring at herself in the mirror, removing her false eye-lashes, lipstick and eye-shadow.

Stu slumped in a chair and pulled his tie and jacket off. He stared at her lovely back, completely naked in the low-cut dress.

"Look at you," she continued, "The way you were drinking is disgusting. That was why you made a spectacle of yourself."

"I did not do anything," he yelled, "You are the one who began to laugh at me and humiliate me."

He stood up and walked over to her, pushing his face next to hers as he talked.

"Turn your head away from me," she snorted, "You smell awful."

She removed her shoes, and then hiked her dress up so that she could unhook her stockings from her garter belt. Stu looked at his wife's legs, and admired her beautifully formed limbs. They looked so smooth and firm. As he looked, and watched her peel her stockings off, he felt his dick twitch.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, "Besides, you're stinking drunk, and you don't even know what you're saying."

She stood up now, and unhooked the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down and stepping out of the skin-tight gown. Stu thought about how good she looked standing there dressed only in her black, lacy bra, and frilly underwear. She was like some sort of pin-up girl.

"Okay," he agreed finally, as his dick began to swell, "Let's make up."

He grabbed her from behind and bit her ear, then slid one of his hands over her big tit.

She wrenched loose from his grip and replied, "None of that. You stick, and besides, I have a terrible headache from your yelling."

"Damn it!" yelled Stu, "You never want it when I say so. We only do it when you want to. Well this time, I say when. And I want to screw, right now!"

Debbie turned to him and smiled, "Alright," she said, "In that case, get a board with a hole in it and screw to your heart's content."

Then she unhooked her bra.

Stu grabbed her from behind, one hand grasping both of her wrists, trapping her arms behind her, and the other tearing the black bra away from her knockers. The tits spilled out in front of her, still sitting high on her chest. The two round globes just hung there, as he faced her towards the mirror.

"You're hurting me," she whined.

He pushed her arms up further, until she stopped struggling and then he kissed her on the back of the neck.

"Nice boobs you have," stated Stu, "but even nicer when they're being felt up."

Saying this, he took his free hand and gasped one of his wife's pendulous knockers and squeezed it roughly.

"Let me go!" she yelled.

"No way," he responded, twisting the handful of tit flesh he held, "This time, I'm deciding things, and we're going to make love. You're my wife, and you have a duty to satisfy me."

He slid his hand over to her other tit, as she tried in vain to break his grip. Her struggling only succeeded in hurting her arms, however, and in a short while, she stopped, and quietly watched her husband as he forcefully fondled her tit flesh.

In the mirror, she could see her well-formed body, with her huge tit hanging out, and her husband standing behind her. His hand was on her jugs, squeezing and grabbing at her, sinking his lingers in her soft, yielding flesh, and pulling the knocker from side to side as he did so.

"Enjoying the show?" asked Stu, "You better, because this is only the start."

She was angered by his words, but she had to admit that he pussy was beginning to get warm from the relentless tugging on her tits. The fact that she was able to watch her tits be abused by his hand was even more thrilling, and she relaxed even more in his grip as he kept feeling her up.

Her nipples were erect by now, and Stu grabbed hold of one of these fleshy knobs and pulled. He yanked straight out, causing her entire mound to stretch forward, shaping it into a long, taut point.

"Ow, you're hurting me," she complained.

"That's too bad," he answered, and gave her nipple a cruel twist as he held it.

This made her gasp, but also gave her a twinge in her pussy. Then he released the nub and let the tit fly back against her chest, watching it bounce and shake as it did so. Her heavy mound were getting red from his abuse, but she was beginning to like it. He grabbed the other nipple, and pinched the dark pebble as hard as he could between his fingers.

"Uh!" grunted Debbie, but he did not let go.

He just kept pressing his fingers against the nipple, until it was flattened like a penny. Then he dragged that tit down, pulling as hard as he could. The tit was forced down as far as it would go, but he just kept pulling, and Debbie was forced to bend over so that she could endure the pain.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled in anger and shame.

"Putting those melons of yours to their proper use," answered Stu, "You never let me handle them like I want to, not even a little, so tonight I'm going to handle them like they never have been before."

And just as he said this, he dug his fingernails into the trapped flesh. Debbie felt her body shudder, and then she noticed the moistness in her panties. This jerking and tweaking of her tits was making her hotter than she dare admit.

"Okay," said firmly, "Enough of this. Let's get down to some real action."

As he said this, he flung her onto the bed. She rubbed her freed wrists, and then looked down at her massive chest, to see if there were any marks. There were, a few deep red indentations on her nipples, where she had been pinched.

When she looked up again, she saw that Stu was completely naked now, and mat his tool was hot and hard. It was sticking out in its gentle curve from his pubis and was bobbing up and down with malicious intent.

"Take off your panties," he told her 'as he stood over her.

"I will not," she responded, crossing her legs and covering her chest with her arms. "I think you've had enough fun for tonight. You know you hurt my breasts terribly that way you were handling them."

"I said get them off!" he yelled this time.

"And I said no," she answered.

Then the back of his hand rocketed into her face, and smacked her back onto the bed. The sheer fact that he dared to strike her shocked her far more than the blow itself, and she just lay there, feeling the stinging on her cheek and tried to understand what was happening.

Then he grabbed her by her nipples again, this time with both hands, and yanked upward. He had a real good hold on the rubbery tips, and when he pulled up, he began to lift her up along with the nipples.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, grabbed her mounds, "you're killing me!"

Stu did not respond at first, but then said, "Take off your panties."

He kept hauling her up by her knockers, until he was actually raising her off the bed. His face was a mask of pain, and her hands released her tortured tits and slid her panties off her round hips.

"That's better," he said, releasing her nipples and letting her drop back onto the bed.

She rubbed her tormented tits, until Stu unexpectedly sat down on her chest.

He trapped her arms and hands under his legs and Debbie found herself in the uncomfortable position of having her tits pressed against her body while a dick hung a few inches from her face.

"Get a good look at it, bitch," snarled Stu, "Take a nice long look at that cock, because you won't be able to see it much longer. You want to know why? Because it's going to be stuffed in your mouth."

"No!" howled Debbie, as her eyes widened in fear.

"Yes, Debbie," smiled Stu, "You're going to suck my cock, just like you did when we dated for the first time. I remember it well. We were in your living room, and you went down on me.

"It felt so good in your mouth, even for the few minutes you held it there, and that was the first and last time you ever sucked on me."

"I told you," she said in fear, "I don't like the taste of it. I just can't stand sucking cock."

"Well, you're going to have to get used to it," he said grimly, as he grabbed the two pillows off the bed.

He lifted her head and stuffed one of the pillows underneath it, propping her head up and bringing it closer to his dick. Then he stuck the second one underneath, and her head was pushed forward so that he lips were just touching the red, swollen tip.

"Ugh," she said, pulling her lips back.

"Now, now," said Stu, and he grasped her lips with his fingers.

He took the two, full lips in his hands and pulled them open, yanking one up and one down. He kept pulling on them until Debbie's mouth began to open. He watched her perfect, white teeth part, making an entrance that grew wider and wider with each passing second.

He smiled when he saw the red roof of her mouth and her pink tongue resting in the wet orifice.

"Get ready," he informed her with a chuckle.

Then he crawled up on her chest, just a little at a time, moving his rigid pole into her opened mouth. Debbie could feel the rubbery tool brush against her teeth, but she did not really get the sensation of it until the head touched her placid tongue.

Then she felt and tasted the fat monster for the first time in a long time. It was worse than she remembered it, and the head felt absolutely disgusting sliding along her tongue.

She tried to move her fleshy spear out of the way, but wherever she moved it, she found part of her husband's prick. It was completely filling up her mouth, little by little, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Soon she found her tongue pressed to the bottom of her mouth, and the hot dick slid over it, giving her taste buds the full flavor of its salty, pungent taste. When it touched the soft roof of her mouth, she began to gag and feel sick.

"Gagging, already," scoffed Stu, "You shouldn't be doing that yet. My dick is hardly in your mouth at all. Look for yourself."

Debbie looked down and saw that he was telling the truth. She also received the unique shock of seeing her well-formed lips curled around a thick pecker. It gave her a deep rush in her cunt, for she had never felt so used in her entire life.

It was as if her mouth were not hers, and yet it was sucking on a man's dick, allowing the head of his dirty cock to press against the roof of her mouth. And as she watched, the red pole slid further into her orifice.

She was not gagging now, but directed the dick head into her mouth with her tongue. To do so, she had to let the tool slide along her spear, and lick and slurp at its smooth surface.

She found, to her amazement, that she was beginning to enjoy the feel of the dick on her tongue, and she lapped at it playfully as it snaked along on its way down her passage.

Stu felt the licking of his trapped wife, and was delighted to see that she was starting to enjoy what he was doing to her. At the same time, it confused him, for she had never let him do any of these things to her. If she liked it, why didn't she have him do it to her?

Then the truth struck him. In order for her to enjoy all of the sexual acts, she had to be forced to do them. Debbie simply wanted to submit to his demands, and this was the way that she enjoyed herself.

Stu smiled, because he had many demands that he would subject her to.