“Take it Nicky. Take my ass. Fuck me, baby,” she growled, as I started stroking into her. It only took a few strokes before I was bottoming out inside of her.
“Is it tight, baby? Barely used, you know. Only special clients. Favorite clients. What took you so long, Nicky?” she grunted as she took my pounding of her ass in stride. “Does it excite you to know you’re getting something that even Dave doesn’t get? VIP service?”
Excite me? She was pissing me off. I fucked her hard and started slapping her ass. The bitch even told her clients that not only was I a cuckold, but they were getting action she denied me. I was still in shock. My best fuckin’ friend! It was impossible to understand. I thought we’d had a good marriage. I’d been certain of it until about 10 minutes earlier. How the fuck had I missed this?
“Yes!” she cried out after the third or fourth good hard slap. “Punish me, Nicky. Spank my ass. Make me pay for being a naughty slut. Your slut.”
I leaned over her, holding her shoulders painfully tight, pounding my cock into her ass for the first and only time. I’d never touch her again, the dirty little skank. My wife was a fucking whore, and I’d put her in business.
She had finally stopped talking, crying out softly with each powerful stroke. I was surprised I was lasting as long as I did, within her tight sheath. She started mumbling a series of cries to God, her ass thrusting back firmly against me. So fucking beautiful, and such a fucking waste. I felt the tears in my eyes, as I realized how this had to end. My marriage was over. Hell, my life was over.
She was moaning continuously; I felt her body tense up and she squealed her release. She was coming. The cheating bitch was coming on my cock, from an ass-fucking. God damn it! She got off on this shit. She loved it, and still kept it from me. Her husband. Her loving, clueless, cuckolded husband.
“God, you make me come so good, lover. Nobody can love me like you. Come in me now. Fill my filthy ass with your cum.”
I drove my hips against her with a vengeance, the bed creaking dangerously, the headboard pounding against the wall. She was whimpering as I drove her into the mattress. Bottom-up. Bitch. With a groan, I realized I couldn’t hold back anymore, and pumped my cum deep into her bowels. Those traitorous bowels, which had taken other loads, who knows how many, but not mine. Not until now.
When I was finished, my thighs trembling from the effort, I pulled out. I reached down and untied each of her ankles.
“God, Nicky, that was incredible,” she sighed, turning on her side and speaking down toward me. “Then again, you’re always incredible.”
That blindfold of hers was getting on my nerves, but I decided to leave it for just a little longer. I moved up the bed, and saw the handcuff key hanging on a string from the chain. I undid the handcuffs, and she turned onto her back, smiling. I laid down on her, holding her one last time. We’d had some good times, Brenda and I. Too bad I’d married a lying cheating whore. No more good times for us. Ever.
She reached for her blindfold, and pulled it off, squinting and blinking rapidly. I saw her eyes focus, and take me in. Those beautiful eyes I’d fallen in love with. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair, trying to capture that feeling for an eternity.
“Dave,” she whispered nervously. “Oh, God, Dave …”
“Shh,” I told her, my finger over her lips. “You know how much I love you, Brenda? I’ve always loved you. From the first time I saw you. I always will.”
“Please, baby, let me explain…”
My hands moved to her neck, and started squeezing. “Not a word, Angel. Not one fucking word.”
“It was just…”
I squeezed harder, cutting off her air. The stupid bitch wouldn’t listen. I continued squeezing, my fury raging through me, watching her face turn red, my fingers digging into her tender skin. After several seconds she started to struggle, pulling at my hands, hitting my arms, her body squirming underneath me. I squeezed harder, her eyes bulging in fear, face turning scarlet, lips turning white. Her fingernails were digging into my hands, desperate.
I eased back, hearing her gasp. Mouth gaping open for breath.
“Listen, love. But don’t say a word, understood?”
She was holding my wrists, her breath catching in her chest. She nodded.
“You have two choices. One, you speak, say one God-damned thing, make one stupid excuse for being a lying cheating whore, try to justify it in any way, and I swear I’ll finish what I’ve started. Nod if you understand.” I squeezed her throat to make sure she understood, and she nodded quickly.
“Good. Your second choice, and it only lasts for a few minutes is this: You leave this house, you get in your car, and you start driving. I don’t care where, but you drive, in as straight a line as you can away from here, and you don’t stop until it’s dark. Don’t look back, and you’ll never see me again. Don’t go by our home. Stop using my last name. You will never contact Nick, Gail or anyone else from your whoring company. You will disappear. I will leave the joint checking account and your ATM card open for two weeks. Then I close everything. You are a ghost, a memory after that. You gave me several great years, so this is my gift to you. I ever hear from you again, even a hint of you, and I will hunt you down and finish what I started. That I promise. You contact anybody, and they’ll get the same treatment as you. That’s anybody. Family, friends, I don’t care.”
I pulled back, and saw tears in her terrified eyes. “You understand I mean every word I said? Choose carefully. At the moment, I’m hoping you choose option one, I really am.”
She climbed off the bed, and silently got dressed. I laid on the mattress, watching her, my juices dripping down her inner thigh. When she was done, she turned toward me at the doorway, with tears rolling down her face. “I’m sorry. You’ll never see me again.”
For a moment I was sorely tempted to jump up and deal with her for speaking, choosing option one, but I let her go. I put on my pants, and noticed the cleaning team had finished and moved on. I sat down and drank straight from Nick’s best bottle of bourbon.
As I sat there, I started to get angry. Angrier. My fucking best friend. My wife. Damn it! Someone was going to pay. Ten minutes later, I had the beginnings of a desperate plan.