Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... has lowered her legs. Feeling he is stuck, he gives his dick a light tug which unplugs it. He is not sure how to handle himself in this weird situation, and I don't know how much he knows about what has been going on between our four walls for the last two months. So I step aside while he grabs his clothes and without a further word slips by me, out of the room and out of the house. 'And you, don't start making faces. You started this, if you will well remember. You're the one who fucked around with that Mexican slut.' I say nothing. She is right. I cannot complain. 'Come here.' She is on her back, legs spread wide. She is pointing between her legs. 'That bastard left me all sticky and queasy. Lick the goo out of my cunt, will you.' I hesitate. One thing is to drink her pee and to eat her shit. Or that of her friends, for that matter. At least that's all woman's stuff, and I can deal with that. It even turns me on. But this, no. 'What? Oh, don't fake it. I knew all along you were queer, the day I met you. Come on, I don't have all day. Dig in.' I turn away. This is too much. She has gone too far. I quit. But before I get past the doorway, she is on her feet and leaping after me. My head is yanked back as she grabs me by the hair and ...

... drags me to the bed. 'So now you gonna go proud on me? Think again, buster, too late for that now. You're in too deep with me to quit now. I own your ass. You eat my shit. Breakfast, dinner, supper you eat my shit. You're full with my shit. I own you. You are all mine now. Don't forget that.' She pulls me down on my knees before her. Holding my head back by the hair with one hand, she slaps my face with the other. 'Who's gonna give you shit like mine? Nobody. You're addicted to my shit. You can't live without my shit. Say it.' She slaps me again. She is right of course. I need this. I need her. I cannot walk away from her. Too many dirty secrets bind us together. I'm addicted to her. I tell her so. 'Now, that's better. Come here, be a good boy and clean my cunt out, yes?' She lets go of my hair and pulls open her cunt before me. It is all red and sore from the pounding it took. Jack's slimy semen is oozing out of her fuck hole, which is wide open. I lower my head and place my mouth over it. I can feel the sticky substance slowly dripping onto my tongue. I purse my lips and suck it out. My mouth fills up and I gag. But I have learned to suppress that impulse. I swallow instead. Then I lick my wife to a new orgasm. She screams in pleasure.