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Shit, I could not only imagine it, I could feel it. When my dick was in her, I knew I'd do anything for her, put up with whatever she inflicted on me, just to get this feeling again.
"If you don't want to imagine eating his spunk off me, Jack, just imagine that he's come in me already, and that white goo around your cock when you pull It out, isn't my cum, but his. Feel how slippery my hole is with all that spunk sloshing around in me, darling."
I don't think there can be any better feeling in the world, than feeling your cock sliding in and out of a woman's cunt, all slippery and slimy, the smell of her increasing with every stroke, as you watch the opening of her hole being tugged in and out, and your dick disappearing and reappearing inside her.
It was just wonderful, and I couldn't imagine why on earth I ever thought I could do without this feeing, whatever Diane had done. What did it matter if she gave the same pleasure to others, as long as she gave it to me? And the thought of her doing it just sent shivers and thrills running thought me. I could feel Diane rubbing her clit, working herself up, as I kept pumping my cock in and out of her.
"And feast your eyes on my asshole, Jack, thinking about how much you'd like to ram your cock up there. I know he was."
"You didn't let him take you up your ass, though, Diane, did you?"
"Not yet, Jack, not yet. But I will, darling."
God, the thought of the security guy's cock violating Diane's tight asshole, visible above the sight of my dick stretching and penetrating her slimy cunt, his spunk already up inside her was just too much for me.
"You fucking cunt whore, Diane! I fucking love you!" I screamed as my balls switched into hyperdrive, sending millions of sperm racing along tiny tubes, to be coated in cum from my prostate, then rocketing out of my cock, deep into Diane's already filled vagina.
"Happy birthday, darling," Diane gasped, as she came as well, rocking around on my cock, before falling forwards on the bed.
I watched as my cock slipped out of her, my cum dripping out of her and her asshole exposed, unable to get the image of the security guy pushing his cock into her ass out of my mind.
"Have you forgiven me, Jack? I love you. Please stay. Please stay and make love to me the way you did that last night in Vegas."
I never intended to forgive her when I walked in to her apartment, but I knew now that I had to. I still loved her, and in my perverted mind the thought of her being fucked by other people made her more alluring, and having her as my wife more attractive. So, I said "Yes, Diane. I love you and want to be with you always." And of course, I made love to her again.
"I've just got one condition, Diane," I said, as we lay in my favourite position, me snuggled into her back, and one arm around her, cupping one of her beautiful breasts. "You can fuck who you like, but you must promise me you tell me everything. No matter how dirty, disgusting or shameful you behave, you must tell me, so I can share the darkest recesses of your brain. If I ever find that you have lied to me, though, I'll leave you, and I'll destroy your life. Just imagine all the things I could deep-fake you into, let alone the pictures I have of you, and the true stories I could tell."
"Are you really sure that's what you want, Jack? Just the thought of it is making me tremble with excitement, letting you share all of my depraved thoughts, I just hope you will still love me after I do."
I kissed her neck, squeezed her breast, promised that it was what I wanted, and that I'd never stop loving her.
************
I spent the next day online, working on the security side of the business. I prepared a meal, only to get a message from Diane saying she was going to be a bit late coming home. I had a strong suspicion why this might be, and I waited for her with a mixture of fear and excitement. Fear, because I wasn't sure that I wouldn't flip again, but excitement at the thought of Diane, recently fucked, telling me all about it.
"Hi Jack," a shout came. "I'm back, and I've brought you a present darling."
"Hi, Diane," I said, hugging and kissing her, "but where's my present?"
She lifted her skirt, and pulled my hand to her pussy. "Here it is, darling."
As soon as I touched her panties, I could tell that they were soaked, far wetter than even Diane's leaking pussy normally produced.
"I've been fucked, darling, haven't I? Come into the bedroom, and you can have a closer look."
God, not only didn't I flip, but the knowledge that I was touching another man's seed, that must have been deposited inside my wife's vagina only a few minutes earlier, turned my cock into a stiff rod, and the desire to fuck her myself seemed to fill my whole body.
I followed her into the bedroom, undressing myself on the way. Diane had unzipped her dress, unclasped her bra, and as soon as she could she took both of them off, leaving her just in her panties. She lay on her back with her legs open with a smile on her face, and I could see just how messy the crotch panel of her panties was.
"Well, open your present, darling - take my panties off for me."
I reached over, and pulled the waistband down with both hands. I could smell male cum mixed with her musky pussy scent, and as I pulled her panties down, they left a wet skid mark on the inside of both of her thighs. Even so, a visible glob of white goo was emerging from her cunt, which showed the sparkle of wetness all over it under the bedroom light.
"I'm afraid he's made a bit of a mess of me, darling," she smiled, "but he asked me to apologise to you. Finger me, darling, and find out just how much of his semen is left in me."
"Who, Diane? Who was it? I bet it was Wesley, wasn't it?"
"Of course, it was, Jack. I used to fuck him regularly, and I think he must have been saving it up for me. Why don't you let me see you suck his cum from your fingers?"
"Ugh, no, Diane."
"Well, let me clean you fingers, then. Drive this gorgeous cock up me, and I'll tell you all about it, as you fuck my cunt, full of Wesley's spunk."
As she spoke, she grabbed my hand, licked the cum off my fingers, letting me see it in her mouth before she swallowed, and grabbed my twitching cock with her other hand. I should have been angry, humiliated and repulsed. But I wasn't. My cock was solid, and I burned to get it in her, and replace Wesley's sperm with mine, reasserting my dominance.
"God, Diane, I love you, you dirty cunt," I rasped, as I climbed on her, and pushed my dick against her pussy.
She was so wet, that I didn't need to give it any more guidance, as it just slipped up and into her vagina. I'd heard the term 'sloppy seconds', but for the first time, I really understood just what it meant. I could hear, let alone feel the squish of Wesley's spunk, as I started to pump in and out of my unfaithful wife.
As I slid in and out of her, Diane told me all about what Wesley had done to her. I sucked her tits that Wesley had sucked, trying to pull and stiffen her nipples more than he did. I teased her asshole that Wesley had enjoyed earlier, forcing my fingers up her, pushing against my cock inside vagina, hoping to give her more of a thrill than he had. I massaged her clit, making her come while I was still inside her, just as Wesley had done. Then I filled her cunt with what I hoped was an equal volume of baby-generating spunk.
Then I lay beside her, and told her how much I loved her. How much I enjoyed knowing she'd been fucked by someone else. And how much fucking her sloppy cunt full of another man's cum had thrilled me. None of which I hoped that Wesley had done.
Once I'd done it once, I not only lost my jealousy and fear, but I started to look forward to Diane coming home after she'd fucked someone else. I often had to return to Stanford, spending a few days away before coming back. Over the next month or two, we got into something of a regular pattern, with Diane always waiting to fuck someone else when I was home with her, perhaps once a week or more, on average.
It seemed she'd started off fucking her team, and the others who had come to our wedding, until one day she came home looking and smelling totally different.
"Shit, Diane, you smell of cunt," I said, as I welcomed her home with a kiss on her make-up-smudged face.
"God, Jack, I had a new customer, a woman with lots of money. I demonstrated your app, and she decided to strip down to her underclothes. I don't quite know what it was, but she seemed to be giving out signals that she wanted more than just a fitting. I could see her dark nipples through her flimsy bra, a heart-shaped patch of hair through her panties, and I could smell a heady mix of an expensive perfume, and the tangy, spicy scent of her pussy..."
"... though I'm sure your pussy was leaking like a faucet, so she could smell you as well, couldn't she?"
"You're right, Jack, come in the bedroom, and you can see, darling," she said, kissing me again, clearly aiming to transfer this woman's cum to my own lips.
My cock was rock hard, perhaps even harder than the last few times she talked me through the latest guy who'd fucked her.
"She said she wanted to try some bras and panties, and just stripped in front of me. Oh God, Jack, her tits were beautiful, but her cunt was something else. You'd have loved it, because she had huge ear-like lips hanging down, but even with the size of them, her clit was so big I could see it poking through, even was she was stood up."
"So, you touched her, Diane? Tits or cunt first?"
"No, Jack, I didn't dare at work. No, but she asked what I was wearing, as I looked good, and maybe it would give her inspiration. I took my dress off, and then she said she liked what I was wearing, so could she try my bra and panties. Well, I couldn't turn down a wealthy, new customer, could I?"
"Don't lie, Diane, it excited you to expose yourself to her, didn't it?"
"Of course, it fucking did, Jack, and I thought I was either going to die of shame, or come on the spot, when I realised how wet my panties were when I handed them over. She held them up to her nose, and she told me she had a sensitive nose. She said could smell my cunt as soon as we went to the changing room, and that was how she chose her partners. She grabbed one of my tits, and shoved the other between my legs, forcing me open."
"Shit, Diane, you must have been horrified, and pushed her away?" I joked.
"Fuck off, Jack. No, I did the same back, pulling her to me, and exploring her gorgeous cunt with my fingers, as I kissed her."
"And you ate each other out, didn't you? Which is why your face is such a mess, and smells of her? But I don't have a pussy for you to relive it darling, what are we going to do?"
"Well, you can eat my cunt, darling, and if you get anywhere close to giving me as many, extreme orgasms as she did, I'll let you fuck me later. You might not have a pussy, darling, but I think your cock must be almost as big as her clit, so I'll suck on that."
"You fucking bitch," I laughed, throwing her back on the bed, pushing my head between her legs, and curling around in the 69 position so she could reach my male clit.
We came in each other's mouths, and I must have succeeded in her challenge, because she let me fuck her later. No, rather I made love to her again.
My only disappointment was that I would have loved to see that woman's cunt, and even more to watch her and Diane fucking. I mean, what husband wouldn't get excited at the thought of his wife and other woman together?
It was a couple of weeks later when that sentiment came back in a different, but more powerful way. I'd travelled down from Stanford again; I could only book the last flight, but when I got to the airport, the previous flight had been delayed, but had a seat free, so I got to LA earlier than expected.
When I got to the apartment block, I greeted the security guy, wondering again which one it was that had fucked Diane that time. I called the elevator, and when it came, a man came out, carrying a bag of tools. Despite the fact I didn't know him, we wished each other a good night, and I took the elevator up to the apartment.
I had a sense of déjà vu as I entered the apartment, as Diane didn't come to greet me. I could see the bedroom door open, and I walked in, wondering what I was going to find this time. Was Diane fucking someone again? She wasn't, but she was laid on the bed naked, spunk running out of her cunt, and she'd clearly been fucked hardly any time at all earlier.
"Shit, Jack, you almost caught me fucking again. I wouldn't want a repeat of what happened last time."
"Who the hell was, it, Diane? Have they gone?"
"They just left, darling, as you can see. I was just enjoying the memory before I had a shower ready for you. There was a problem with the alarm system in the building. I was lucky the guy was still her when I came home, and I was the last to be done."
It suddenly hit me that it must have been the guy in the elevator. Shit, I'd just seen the man whose cock had been in my wife a few minutes earlier, and had left his load inside her. Something like an electric shock went through me as I realised that had I been seconds earlier, I'd have seen him fucking her, and my cock started aching as it tried to stretch my pants to accommodate it's stiffened length.
"Done as in screwed, darling? Did he give everyone else the same treatment? I think I must have seen him leaving."
You don't need me to describe what happened next, do you, as I fucked my wife's sloppy cunt, then fucked her even sloppier hole a second time.
"You know, Diane, I like hearing about other people fucking you, but it seems a bit unfair, doesn't it?" I whispered into her ear, as we cuddled together before going to sleep.
"What do you mean, darling?"
"Well, stories are all very well, but what I'd really like is to watch you being fucked."
"Jack! Are you serious? After what happened last time?"
"I've listened to your stories, and I've seen the evidence they've left in and on you, and the thought of watching you really excites me now, darling. I love you, everything about you, and that includes seeing you have sex."
"Oh, Jack, I love you too. I love getting fucked by different people, but it would be even better if you were there, watching me. If you're sure, I'll see if I can work out how we could do it."
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I had to go back north a few days later to sort out some sort of bug my programmers had managed to put in a new version of the deep fake app, but totally failed to find. I got so involved in the search, which eventually was successful, that I'd forgotten all about what I'd said to Diane.
Forgotten until I got back to the LA apartment, and was greeted by an excited Diane, wearing a tight-fitting red dress that barely covered her ass, and had a daringly low, scoop top.
"Hi Jack, darling," followed by a kiss, "don't get settled, we're going out to a bar I know. Remember what you said last time? Well, I've been there before, and I think this will be perfect for what you want."
She drove us south to an area of LA I'd never been in before. I didn't know quite where it was, but it must have been close enough to the stretch that ran from south of LAX to Pasadena to make me nervous. We parked in what looked like an industrial complex, the only thing identifying the place Diane was taking me to was a small, illuminated sign saying Liaisons, a word that required a greater vocabulary to understand it than I suspected most around here would have.
Inside, it wasn't much more impressive: dim lighting, a series of booths around the perimeter and a central spine, with a brighter, long bar with swivel stools in front of it, and a powerful looking barman behind it, who I guessed doubled as a bouncer. Clearly it was an ideal place for illicit meetings, Tinder dates, and hookers between expensive call girls and street-walkers.
As my eyes became accustomed to the lighting, I could see that there were more people inside than I'd realised. Mostly couples, or threesomes, in every combination of colour and gender. Diane had gone in first, and was talking to the barman when I entered, with what looked like a Martini in her hand.
I ignored her, not wanting us to be connected, and ordered a flavoured, sparkling water. I mean, not only was I going to have to drive us back home, but I was planning to fuck her myself later that night, and didn't want to blunt my ability.
I'd settled into the darkest unoccupied corner, and tried to look inconspicuous. Diane sat on one of the barstools, then swung around to take in the rest of the club. One leg was on the floor, and the other on the cross-bar of the stool. Her skirt had ridden up, or more likely she'd done it deliberately, and even with the poor lighting, I could see her naked slit. She was certainly aiming to get attention.
It wasn't long before two guys came in. It seemed to me that they weren't as rough as they were trying to look, and my bet was that they were well-heeled guys looking for a bit of action. And, of course, with her nipples pushing against her skin-tight dress, her long legs in display, and her pussy barely covered even for someone standing, Diane was just the sort of action they were after.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it sent Diane into a fit of giggles. They bought her another Martini each, and whatever the conversation was about, it involved a lot of flirting and touching, and it was keeping them all amused.
I woman came over to me, and tried to persuade me that I was just the man to show her a good time. I was pretty sure she was a hooker, and even if I'd wanted to fuck her, I was too afraid I was likely to end with no cash or credit cards by the end of the evening. When I managed to get rid of her, the guys and Diane had moved things along, and the number of glasses on the bar showed she was on another round of drinks.
She was swinging around on the stool, and one of the guys had a hand on her leg. I watched as he slid it towards her pussy, and Diane opened her legs a bit more, and turned to face me. She gave me a big smile, although they guys wouldn't have known who it was for, as I watched the hand reach its target, and I knew one or two of his fingers were now in her cunt.
The other guy looked a bit put out, but he turned Diane's stool round a bit, and put his hand down the front of her dress. From the movement beneath, it was obvious that he was giving her tit a thorough massaging.
By now, my cock was stiff and aching like mad, as I watched my wife let one guy finger her and the other play with her tit, all in plain sight in a public bar, with me watching. Yes, I thought, she'll take them outside and let them fuck her any minute, but what she did next took me by surprise.
She pushed the guys away, swivelled back around to the bar, and called the barman over, all of them laughing, but apparently engaged in some sort of argument, or at least discussion. The barman got a bottle of Tequila, a dish of salt and a plat of lemon slices. He lined up three shot glasses, which he half-filled from the bottle, then topped up from a can of 7-UP. Then the three of them put salt on the back of one of their hands, slammed the shot glass on the bar with their hand over it, making if fizz up, then they downed it on one, and finally took a bite of the lemon.
Shit, Tequila slammers, which I heard about, but had never tried myself. It looked like some sort of competition or bet, but I couldn't fathom what. Obviously, one round wasn't enough, because amid more laughing, and some feeling up of Diane's ass, and I suspected her tits and pussy, though they were out of my sight, the barman set up three more shots.
It wasn't until three, or maybe four rounds later that whatever the bet was about, the outcome was decided, and by then, even the barman had had his hand down Diane's dress, playing with her tits.
Diane slid off the bar stool, her pussy making a star appearance as her dress rode up, either by accident, or more likely with intent, and while she hugged one of the guys, who was trying to get her tits out of her dress, the other paid the tab. Then with the two guys arms around her, all of them laughing and joking, she walked out of the bar.
I gave them a few seconds, then paid my own tab, and followed them outside. I didn't see them at first, but I then heard giggling, and made my way behind a line of parked cars to the back of the building. The lighting wasn't good, but it was more than enough for me to see what was going on, and I took out my phone, which being new had good night sensitivity, so I could record it all.
The guys seemed to be speaking, but there was no way Diane could speak, because she was bent over, her arms grasping one guys legs, and his cock was deep in her throat. I could see his balls banging on her chin as her fucked her face. In an almost perfect mirror image, the other guys balls were banging against her ass, as he fucked her from behind.
They'd manage to pull one arm out of her dress, and her tits were hanging down, one or other of the guys grabbing them and squeezing them. From time-to-time cars went past on the road, shining some more light on the scene in front of me, and when the guy pulled back, I could clearly see the way his cock was stretching Diane's cunt as it drove into her.
All sorts of emotions were going through me: anger, jealousy and shame, for sure, but more than anything, lust. Stronger than I'd ever experienced, as I wanted to fuck my wife, fuck her so hard, fuck her until she had no doubt that I was the one she'd promised her life to. My dick seemed to be ready to explode, and I almost thought I was going to come without any manual stimulation, something I hadn't done since the series of wet dreams when I was a teenager.
Fortunately, I didn't have to wait too long, as the thrill of double-teaming an unknown woman in the parking lot, a woman who was skilful at fucking, when anyone could come by, got too much for them. I saw the guy in her mouth shudder, and I knew she must be swallowing his spunk, and then the other guy came deep in her cunt, adding a second load inside her.
The guys stood up, wiped themselves off on Diane's dress, tucked themselves back in their pants, and walked back into the bar, with barely a word to the woman they had just violated. Diane herself seemed to fall against the wall as she tried to stand, and I hurried over to her.
"Did you enjoy it as much as I did, Jack? Trouble is, I think I may have had too many slammers ..." she said, slurring every word.
I put my arm around her, and helped her stumble more than walk over to her car, her tits still out, but her skirt slowly sliding down to cover her dripping pussy. Fortunately, when we got back to apartment building, we could get the elevator straight up from the secure-entry underground garage, as it would have been obvious to the security guy that she was both drunk and ravaged.
I helped her into the bathroom to take of her dress, which now had streaks of dried white showing against the red, and was going to help her into the shower, when biology intervened.
"I think I'm going to be ..." she started to say, and the heaving of her stomach left me in no doubt what she meant.
I had to stop her falling, as she made a dive for the toilet, barely making it before a waterfall gushed out of her mouth. It was repugnant, smelling of tequila and bile, and I could see blobs of spunk floating inside the pedestal, but no sign of food. Clearly, she hadn't eaten before we went out, while I had at the airport, and with the amount of alcohol she'd drunk, it wasn't surprising that she was totally skunked.
I helped her to the side, washed her mouth out, and got her to drink a little water. She was just about able to drag her legs along, while I held her up, but as we entered the bedroom, she went limp, and it took all my strength to stop her from hitting the floor. I managed to haul her over to the bed, and dump her on it, then put her in something like the recovery position.
Watching her barf wasn't pleasant at all, though oddly enough, it gave me a feel of intimacy, in seeing her in a state she'd surely rather have kept to herself. As I looked at her naked body on the bed, another feeling hit me, which made me feel guilty and disgusted with myself. I mean, I'd got all psyched up to fuck her after I'd watched her with someone else, and my cock didn't seem so concerned at her present state, nor did my curiosity.
In the position she was in, her legs were open, and a trickle of gooey white cum was running out of her cunt. I couldn't help remembering how when we'd been fantasising. she'd wanted me to eat her out after she'd fucked another man, eat his cum out of her. I'd said 'no way', but for some perverted reason, I started to wonder what it actually would be like.
I knew I should be ashamed with myself, and just cover her up to sleep it off, but some sort of evil devil inside me made me reach out, and push two fingers into the cum-filled hole of my unconscious wife. The problem was that feeling the familiar warmth of her vagina just got the devil in me more excited. I could feel my cock throbbing inside my pants as I pulled my fingers out of her, and sucked the mixture of his and hers cum off them.
The taste wasn't anywhere close to as bad as I'd imagined, and any disgust I felt was swamped by the thrill of the taste of my wife's pussy. Oh God, what I did next was far worse, though. I took my clothes off, moved Diane to a more favourable position, then I climbed on top of her, and rammed my cock up her sloppy, spunk-filled cunt.
I knew it was wrong, but once I was in her, I just found it impossible to stop. At some point, she let out a groan, scaring me that she was going to wake up, and I'd have to explain what the hell I was doing. I slowed down, wondering if I should pull out, but the thrill of being discovered just get me even more excited. So, when she stopped groaning, her eyes still closed, I fucked her hard, fucked her hard until I shot my own load into her already loaded vagina.
I have to admit, it wasn't the best fuck I'd had, but it had a special sort of thrill, both from the fact that for the first time, I'd just watched her fuck two guys, but to my shame, the fact that she was unconscious. I did feel guilty afterwards, though, so I took special care to get Diane back into a position where she wouldn't choke if she vomited again. Without setting an alarm, I kept waking up during the night, and I made sure that she was still alive.
She was still sleeping when I got up, but I was still sat at the table finishing my coffee, when Diane walked shakily into the room, a robe tied loosely round her. She just grunted when I spoke to her, and I told her that if she wanted to feel better, she should drink plenty of water. In the end, I got her to eat a slice of dry toast before taking two painkillers.
"I'm going for a piss, Jack, then I'm just going to lay down and watch TV for a while."
'A while' turned out to be most of the day, and I just kept out of the way, working online. It wasn't until I'd made a simple pasta for dinner that I saw the old Diane, when she came to sit at the table.
"I'm sorry about last night, Jack. I had too many of those slammers."
"It might not have been so bad if you hadn't had all the Martini's first, darling. What the hell were you thinking about?"
"The two guys were competing to see who'd have which hole, but I said I'd decide if I won, which I did when they called a halt. I don't know why I bothered, though, because I really didn't care which was round it was. At least you got to watch, Jack? Did you enjoy it? I bet you jacked off afterwards, didn't you?"
"Um ... well, not exactly ..." I mumbled, trying to find a justification for what I actually had done.
"Jack? Oh, God, Jack, I thought I remembered something, and the stain on the sheet looked bigger than just one load. You fucked me when I was out, didn't you?"
"Um ... well ... I really wanted you ... after ..."
"Jack! You know that technically that was Ra*e, don't you? God, Jack, you fucking raped me! Even if I am your wife, you can't fuck me without my consent. Shit, I'm going to have to report this, you know. Get me my phone."
I knew that she was right: that was the law. I felt a ton weight of guilt pressing down on me. But even though I knew I deserved it, surely she wouldn't call the cops?
"Oh, Jack, your face! You don't really think I'd report you, do you? If I'd been with it, you know I'd have let you, no begged you to fuck me, darling."
"I love you, Diane," was the best reply I could come up with, as I threw my arms around her and kissed her. "I'm sorry, but I was just so aroused after those two guys fucked you, that I couldn't control myself, even after I'd had to wash you off after you threw up."
"God, Jack, I sort of remember that now. But Jack, the thing is, if you want to Ra*e me, at least you could do it when I'm conscious, darling. I bet you'd like to Ra*e me, wouldn't you Jack? Come on, then, Ra*e me, darling."
"Diane, that's terrible, I hate men who force themselves on women ..."
"... when they're conscious, you mean. But Jack, it isn't really Ra*e if I've asked you, is it?"
I felt I'd just committed one terrible sin, but now Diane was trying to make me do another. I'd always been a supporter of women's rights, but the fact that she was the one pushing me to do it was totally confusing. Only to my brain, though, because my cock had a much simpler view of life, and was stiff and ready to go.
"Come on, Jack, Ra*e me - if you can, that is. Tell you what, I'll give you a safe word, which I'll only say if I genuinely want you to stop, uh, 'brother'. How about that?"
"Um ... are you sure ..."
"Come on, Jack, are you a man or a snivelling mouse? You're in a flat, with a woman dressed only in a robe which is barely covering her, and is only held closed by this little tie. Two tits and three holes, all available for you when you rip my robe off. If you're not man enough to Ra*e me when I'm awake, I'll go down to reception and get the security guy to do me in the lobby, in front of everyone who comes in."
I knew she was deliberately goading me, but her words made me see red, and in any case, the despicable part of me was desperate to fuck her against her will, so I just flipped. I stood up, and made a grab for her.
"Come here, cunt, and I'll show you who's a man," I growled, managing to catch just the edge of her robe.
She pulled away, and the tie came undone, so her tits and pussy were no longer covered.
"No, Jack. I'm still sore from the guy last night, and you raping me then, so you're not having me again," she said, trying to pull the robe closed, folding her arms over her tits.
"Oh, yes I am. I'll teach you to fuck other guys in the parking lot."
I yanked harder on the robe, pulling it out of her grasp, but she managed to pull free, and ran out of the room. I ran after her, pulling off my T-shirt as I went. She tried to slam the bedroom door in my face, but I kicked it back, pushing her backwards.
"Just fuck off, you bastard. Leave me alone," she shouted, one arm trying to cover her tits, and the other, her pussy.
I managed to grab Diane's robe, pulling it off her, leaving her naked. Her arms were bent at the elbows, trying to cover her breasts, and she had her legs part crossed so that I couldn't see her pussy. I grabbed an arm, pulling it towards me, giving me a glimpse of her tit, before she punched forwards, forcing me backwards.
"Don't think you can get away from me that easily, bitch," I snarled, pushing both arms out, making her fall back on to the bed.
She tried to keep herself covered, but her legs opened as she fell back onto the bed, giving me a flash of her gorgeous cunt, before she closed them again. God, if I needed any more incentive to carry on, that was it, as I imagined forcing my cock deep in her gash, that I knew would be slippery and wet by the time I succeeded.
I launched myself on top of her, trying to pull her arms apart, but she twisted and turned, and was stronger than I'd realised, so all I got was a series of glimpses of her rock-hard nipples. All the time, Diane was yelling 'no', and swearing at me obscenely, but although I was waiting for it, she didn't use the safe word, so I knew she still wanted me to Ra*e her.
"Fuck off, Jack, you bastard. My cunt is mine, and you're not fucking having it," she screamed, as she kicked out at me.
"Shut up, bitch," I said, slapping her across the face.
I was in full caveman mode, now. Her well-padded butt told me that she was well fed, her pelvis looked wide, able to deliver a child safely, and her breasts looked capable of feeding one or two children. I just wanted to shove my cock up her so far that when I injected my seed into her, it would be right next to the opening of her cervix, so my sperm would easily be able to enter her womb and impregnate her.
I was pretty sure that some similar fantasy of being fucked and fertilized against her will had control of Diane as well. However, I also realised that enough of our brains were working to stop us injuring each other, which we could so easily have done. I loved her, and didn't want to hurt her, but my slap could have left her bruised for days, had I not been careful, and if she kicked or kneed me in the balls, I could have been permanently damaged.
"No, Jack! No!" she yelled again, as I bent my knee, trying to get it between her legs to open them up, and give me access to her cunt.
I managed to divert her, by pulling hard on her arms again, allowing me to get my knee between her legs, pushing up until I felt the warmth and dampness of her twat against it, then I forced my other leg in between them.
I pushed myself down on her body, pushing her legs apart with mine. She started trying to close them, or kick me, but with my weight on top of her, all she managed to do was to land on the back of my legs and ass. Moving her legs like that also opened her up, and she wasn't paying enough attention to her arms. At last I managed to pull her arms apart, and I pressed down hard on them with my arms, as I pushed my cock against her cunt.
"I'm going to screw you so hard, you'll be sore for weeks, then I'm going to fill your dirty cunt with my spunk, and make you pregnant," I said, but her only reply was to spit in my face.
"You'll pay for that, bitch," I growled, as my dick found her hole, and penetrated her fully.
I lowered my face, and kissed her on the lips, as I started driving my cock in and out of her. She tried to bite my lips, and she tried to scream out. My blood was up now, as she twisted and squirmed underneath me, as I violated her. I was glad that she didn't use the safe word, though, because I wasn't at all sure I could have made myself stop.
She managed to hit her forehead against mine, making me pull back, then she spat in my face again.
"Get out of my cunt, Jack, else I'll never let you in it again; I'll just fuck as many men as I can, and in front of you."
The bitch! I was her husband, so surely she couldn't do this? I just totally flipped, and I wanted to dominate her, to humiliate her, to show her I was the boss, and that she was mine. I pulled out of her, quickly grabbed a leg, and with the arm I already had hold of, I took her by surprise, and managed to flip her over to her front.
"I don't even want your skaggy cunt, whore, I'll take your asshole."
With one hand I pressed her face down against the bed, while I used the other to guide my cock into her anus. I was wet with her cum, but I guessed correctly that without any lube, I'd have to push hard to get myself right up her. I was in that mode, though, where I just didn't care. All I wanted to do was to dominate her, humiliate her, and teach her that I was the boss.
"All your holes are mine, you fucking bitch. Don't you forget it, and I'll take them anytime I want to."
Diane was groaning against the pillow, as I destroyed her asshole with my cock. It was so tight that the friction on my dick was unbelievable. I could feel the pressure building inside me, then it burst, sending my spunk jetting into her bowels. I fell on top of her, adding my groans to hers, as my balls tried to empty every single sperm out of me and into her.
As my cock softened, and I slipped out of her ass, I released my pressure on her face, and I pulled her around to face me. As is the usual way with men, once I'd come, I almost immediately turned from a raging lecher into the mild guy I was normally.
"God, Diane, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Don't be silly, Jack, I loved it, though I thought for a while I was going to have to help you a bit more, else you were never going to get in me."
We cleaned up, and I made us dinner. I was feeling guilty, whatever she'd said, but yet she still seemed to be buzzing after it.
"Are you going to Ra*e me again after we've eaten?" Diane asked. "But this time, do it like you really mean it. Hit me about a bit, Jack, after all, I was a really bad girl last night, letting those two guys fuck me, wasn't I? I deserve you to punish me. You liked play raping me, Jack, didn't you?"
I had to admit to her that I did. The thing was, though, that I didn't want to hit or punish her: I loved her.
"You know what I'd really like, Jack? I'd like to be gang-banged by a group of men, who'd just fuck me in every hole until I couldn't take any more, or more likely, I ran them dry. I know you'd like to watch that, wouldn't you?"
"Well ..."
"That's a yes, then. I thought so. Wouldn't you like to be raped, Jack?"
I'd always found it hard to believe a woman could really Ra*e a man, even if, as seemed unlikely, they actually wanted to, because surely a woman could always get fucked if she wanted it and went to the right places. I knew, though, that there were cases of men being physically abused by their wives or partners, so I could only assume that it was possible. And the thought of a woman forcing me to fuck her against my will, was enough to set my cock tingling.
"Well, I suppose so, Diane, but it's not very likely, is it? But I don't want to even pretend Ra*e you again. I love you. I love hugging and touching you, not just screwing you. Can't we just go to bed and you let me make love to you the way I did on our wedding night?"
She seemed to soften, and lose some of the aggressive sexuality she'd been displaying. "Yes, darling, that would be lovely."
I spent even longer than on our wedding night, just stroking and massaging her, and I could feel the tension ebbing out of her. When I entered her, I did so gently, and it was more about the two of us connecting our hearts and minds as about sex, though come we both did. Afterwards, I just held her in my arms as we trod the winding path to sleep.
"You wouldn't really want to be gang-raped, Diane, would you?" I whispered.
But, she was already asleep. If I knew then what I know now, I'd have paid a bit more attention to that conversation.
*************
Over breakfast the next morning, we agreed that we needed to do something different, so I could watch more closely, and we could reduce the risks, let alone stop Diane getting hammered again.
The first thing I did was to install a set of tiny video cameras in out bedroom and bathroom, hiding them as part of lights, pictures, ventilation grills and the like. The good thing was that with my IT security connections, I had access to kit that was normally reserved for the military, security services and almost certainly, organised crime.
These were all controlled from a box tucked away in the ceiling space of the second bedroom, which could be operated from an app on our iPhones, and channel through to either the living room TV, or a new, massive, wall-mounted TV in the other bedroom. This all took some time, and I had to work on the app when I was back in Stanford, because obviously, it wasn't something one could buy off the shelf.
