Proper Marriage 2 - We're not Alone

Disclaimer and info:

The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish.

Descent of the MC is accompanied by suspicion too.

If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this series is not for you.

If you like things to evolve fast, you still may want to look for another story.

I suggest checking the tags first.

All characters are fictional and over 18.

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We're not Alone

I accepted the life I have; I can almost say I wouldn't want this any other way. Not anymore.

Almost, because life isn't limited to this house only.

It's not easy to go out after being beaten by your wife. She doesn't always hit my face but when she does, it's hard to find some excuse for those faint bruises, while explaining them to your friends. Not that I have many friends left. But it happened a couple of times.

And, we have neighbors.

They probably never hear or witness my occasional molestation, since the houses are apart from each other. Since I never have the guts to talk back at Victoria, they never see us having an argument either. At most, they see her talking angrily while walking ahead of me time to time and I learned to act as if I'm not the one she's angry at.

The ones on our left side are almost the exact opposite of us. The beautiful blonde wife is about our age but the husband is at least 20 years older than us. They are the opposite, because we have witnessed Marvin insulting his wife Wendy a few times and I can swear that scumbag beats her up.

In a way, that sounds way worse than my case.

I don't see Victoria as a 'scumbag'. And even if she's stronger than me, she's a woman. In Marvin's case, it feels clearly illegal.

Our neighbor on the right is a single guy, who lives alone.

He's probably a good looking guy, from ladies' perspective, about our age. He brings hotties home time to time and I've seen him staring at Victoria a few times.

Either he is not aware of her aggressive character or he must have an inclination for unstable women. Otherwise, I see no point for him to stare at her, considering those hot women in hot dresses, while Victoria doesn't care about her looks.

Victoria almost lives in the same clothes when she's not at work.

She has her loose short-shorts, her open heel slipper/sneaker like shoes, a loose t-shirt long enough to cover her shorts. Sometimes she looks like she wears only a t-shirt with nothing below. So, it has to be her behaviors which get his attention.

This could also be about her toned, beautiful legs and her perfect skin. Or, he could be thinking that she's not wearing anything under that lousy t-shirt.

I could be jealous about him but...

In an interesting way, Victoria hates the guy. She walked to his house a few times telling him to turn down the music or turn some of the lights off in his garden. She's obsessed with him and every time she gets angry at him, I pay.

But as I said, I'm getting there, developing a need for her stress relief.

I almost learned to find being reprimanded or physically hurt by her arousing.

Maybe it has something to do with the sex following those troubled moments.

She gets extra horny those days. Or, vice-versa. She creates a problem and makes me pay for it when she feels raunchy, before dragging me to our room.

I was talking about our neighbors, sorry.

In a more interesting way, Victoria has a very friendly communication with Marvin, while ignoring Wendy completely.

I can't forget the day when Marvin and Victoria were talking about the new family across the street. When Wendy said "They look like nice people", Victoria looked at her, then at Marvin in a very annoyed way. And Marvin turned to Wendy and said "And now you have ideas? Like you would know! Get some cold soda or something to Victoria."

For a moment, it was like I was looking at myself, when Wendy blushed, looked at Victoria, turned around and walked in the house. Her fear for Marvin was nothing like what I felt for Victoria.

I can't forget how submissively she brought the soda to Victoria, as Vicky smirked, without breaking eye contact. If I didn't pity the woman, I'd definitely get hard seeing my wife act like that. If I was that woman, I'd get wet.

But my mind was busy with other things. The resemblance.

If I was the one who interrupted Victoria, it could be me who was put in his place in front of the neighbors, walking in the house as a demonstration of my spouse's superiority and control over me.

Since then, I am extra careful when there are people around.

But what really bothers me is when Marvin and Victoria are having a conversation, she behaves like she did when we were dating. It makes me feel like they are the couple while Wendy and I are their employees or such. Like second class people, assuming Wendy was no different.

That's not just about jealousy. It's not like that. That's also humiliating.

This creates an urge to act timid around him as well.

As if Victoria would make me pay if I offended or annoyed him in any way. Even worse, he could talk down on me and Vicky could nod her head and watch me swallow his words.

This thought is too disturbing.

They respect and admire each other, while I and probably Wendy feel like props around them.

I know what Victoria does to me is beyond humiliating. But she owns me to the core and I learned to be Ok with that. It feels like my purpose in life to belong to her, to live for her appreciation.

Maybe because she has sex with me every night. Or, because deep down, I accepted that she deserves to be the leader in this marriage, owning me rightfully. As if she reshaped me. I'd be lost without her; that was my new shape.

She treats me like that and I swallow it, since I have some sort of a weakness for her, both sexually and by her conditioning. Even in the worst cases, I learned to feel safe when I have my face buried in her crotch.

If that was her plan, she succeeded. When you think about it, it's not that irrational. There's a cause and effect in this cycle. Maybe that wasn't my life goal but still...

Feeling safe after getting molested and satisfying her. Because she gets calm after that.

But, could Wendy have similar reasons for staying with him? Maybe she's scared to do anything about that, just like I was in our first year.

At least I was getting owned in bed good.

Anyway. Enough with the backstory.

I'm home and Victoria is not back yet. I see Wendy in her garden.

"Hey, Wendy. What's up?"

"Hi, Kevin. Fine. You?"

"Eh. I woke up late this morning. I..." I realize what I was talking about.

"Oh, bummer. Did Victoria get too angry?"

Oh, she knows my situation. Is it that obvious?

"Why? I mean, why did you think like that? Did you witness her getting angry before?"

"To me, yes. But Marvin always talks about her. That she's tough as a brick. That she knows how a marriage works, how to make it work. How important a short leash is, in a marriage."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. Please don't tell her" she blushed just like that day. She had to feel too ashamed, just like me.

"I won't. I..."

Hearing those, I feel even worse. For a second, Wendy seemed like someone I could share my feelings with. Since we are both in similar situations.

"I don't know how your marriage is. But I have a feeling that you're afraid of your husband too, am I right?"

"He doesn't beat me, if that's what you're asking."

"No, of course not" looking at her, still doubting her answer, I feel embarrassed. I hope she doesn't know Victoria beats me time to time "I mean..."

Then Marvin's car stops near us and Wendy says "Ok, later" scurrying to his car, to help with the grocery bags.

While Wendy's carrying them home, Marvin follows her, hands in his pockets, staring at me. I go home.

A few minutes later Victoria enters through the door.

"Are you deaf? I've been honking outside!"

"I didn't hear, I was..."

"Marvin was waiting for me outside. He told me that you were talking to Wendy. He wanted me to remind you that he doesn't like that."

"When? Why? I mean, I just said hi."

"You are warned; get the bags from the car."

When I go to the car, I see the exact same grocery bags that Wendy was carrying. I guess jealousy is a stronger feeling than fear. I quickly take the bags home.

"What are these? I mean Marvin had the same bags, five minutes ago. Were you shopping together?"

"What's with the attitude? What are you implying?"

"Answer me!"

It's not possible to control my feelings; after all I'm going through for the sake of 'perfect marriage'. There's more in this reaction, it's not just jealousy.

"Kev, calm down or I will make you regret this. First of all, yes. We had a coffee and made some shopping at a place he suggested. I wanted to buy good stuff for you to cook. And, I can understand you being jealous of me, I can even find this cute. But it doesn't explain the way you just talked."

"What? Is it normal that you meet with another man outside? To have coffee?"

"Yes, it is."

"A minute ago I was scolded for talking to his wife!"

"He doesn't want you to talk to her. I have no problem with you talking to her."

"The guy who goes to have coffee with my wife doesn't want me to talk to his wife?"

She just looks at me, without a single reaction. I know she's aware that my logic is solid. But she doesn't care. She keeps looking at me as if I'm having a hysterical tantrum for no reason.

"I don't want you to talk to him then. No, not 'then'. I always hate that you talk to him. The way you talk to him."

"You're talking silly. I'll take a shower. We can eat, let's say, in an hour."

When she's walking away, I still try to solve that impossible equation she put in my lap.

There's this guy who doesn't find it appropriate for me to 'say hello' to his wife and he forbids me to.

There's also my wife who doesn't care if I do but she warned me not to, because he doesn't want that.

Then, there's me. Who doesn't want that guy to 'say hello' to his wife. And my wish is 'silly'. This only shows one thing. Status...

Apart from the irrational parts in any equation we have, I have a feeling that this contradicts with anything she taught me.

I still feel angry but now I realize that she was too calm.

She didn't put me in my place; she didn't smack or insult me. Wait! She didn't reprimand me for not preparing breakfast.

Shit! She's calm!!!

I can only think of one reason for that. No. Two reasons, chained together.

I feel my scalp sweating.

Guilt. That has to be it. And, good mood. As in she always has after...

Ok, the problem seems to be deeper than I thought.

I was dwelling on their conversations or going to a cafe together but if what I think is true, they're already past that point.

There's no way I can stand up and accuse her, depending on my reasoning. How can I say 'You forgot to slap me for not preparing breakfast, so, you're cheating me'?

Like any loser would, I even feel a bit lucky that I don't have any evidence to accuse her like that. Because, if I did, I would feel obligated to confront her.

Having no doubts would be enough, if I wasn't afraid of her. Or, I needed this to be not true.

I feel like those wives, who know their husbands are cheating them but they are too afraid to ask. Or, the way they prefer to act stupid to protect their marriages, their shitty status-quo.

It's not possible for them not to get suspicious when those rude guys come home with flowers or in a good mood.

I know I'm not like them. At least, I know I mustn't be like them. If she's doing such a thing, how can I live like this? And, I also know that I have to try and find out. I don't want to, but I have to.

Besides, Victoria didn't care enough to buy me flowers.

At night, after dinner, she wanted to go to bed early. She didn't neglect me but I was extra observant to understand if there was anything different with her attitudes.

There wasn't.

She made me prepare her by letting me lick her pussy for a short time, as usual.

She pushed me on my back and straddled me, check. She does this at least once a week. Besides missionary. Never doggie.

She pinched my nipple, which is one of many things she does to inflict pain on me, to show me I'm hers to play with. Also, this gets her horny, so, check.

She came as she was saying one of those things she liked to say, such as 'that's it, do your best to pleasure me', 'satisfy your wife, your caretaker' or 'you are my..., I'm your UNHHH...'

That is also almost a routine, reminding me what this sex represents. What I am to her, her to me.

Making me feel like my purpose in life is to give her this satisfaction and pleasure, in return for...

For what?

Adopting me like a dog? Keeping me safe? Providing for me? What does that 'caretaker' mean? I was making more money before she made me quit my job...

Not that I disagree with any of those. I just don't know what she has in her mind.

Maybe those words are her triggers to reach climax when she's having sex with me?

Anyway, reminding me that it's my duty to show my respect and appreciation to her genitalia, check.

Straddling my face to make her cum again while talking.

This is a bit different. It's hardly even optional.

But I like this part. I feel totally consumed by her.

The way she talks and the action can't fit together better. 'Show me how fortunate this feels for you. Show me how much you rely on me, need me. Show it to my genitauUNHHH...'

I don't know why but this may be the best part of any of our night activities. I wish it was part of our routines.

She made me love and respect her pussy. Anyway, this kept happening starting from our early days, I can assume that it wasn't weird or new.

Tonight my mind was a bit occupied, so I didn't cum in our intercourse.

When she was done, she reminded me that this is not acceptable.

She gave me a speech as she lied on her back, when I was once again kissing and eating her pussy between her legs.

"I don't know how to read into this. I don't want to think that you weren't completely focused on me. I won't even consider you not desiring me.

All I can think is that you can't get enough of me and you wanted to prolong this. I know you want to show your devotion and desire for me but it's not acceptable."

She held my hair and made sure I was looking in her eyes for the rest of it.

"I set our routines for a reason. This is something instinctive. For example think of the wolves. The alpha eats first, while the others wait; then it's time for the beta to feast on the leftovers. UNHH..."

She didn't cum this time; she just liked it when I was unintentionally kissing her clitoris. She seemed to like this so much, probably because of her perception. A display of my respect to her clitoris, the genitalia of my leader. It's still unbeknownst to me why I'm not running away from this lunacy, moving to another town, changing my name and so on...

"Anyway. In our case, you have an obligation to provide. Your orgasm is part of this ritual. It is not part of your feast, it's mine."

She waits for me to nod, to see that I agree.

"After I have mine, only then, it's your turn. After my demanding genitalia sucks the life out of yours, extracting your juice of life, your seeds. After I am satisfied, seeing your task is successfully completed. Yes, my satisfied lady parts become the leftovers from my feast. That's your food."

How incredible was this speech? The way she was telling me those, I would kill to feast on her scraps, the leftovers she was describing. She smiles in a subtle way, seeing that I understand her very well, licking my lips, showing my hunger for her.

"Only then, it's time for you to celebrate your 'little' victory on it. From now on, I want you to taste that success on my vagina too, since you seem to fail understanding its importance."

This speech was new.

Does she mean that I need to taste my cum as well? To see that I deserved to eat? What I accomplished? My 'little' success? From her pussy? Is that why she never lets me pull out to cum? Is she using pills?

And, wait...

How stupid could I be? How on earth couldn't I think that? I was worrying for a bunch of stuff, ignoring the main thing.

Ok, I need to find out what's going on. That suspicion became even more disturbing, in a very vivid way. Fuck!

But I didn't notice anything different, taste-wise. She wouldn't do such a thing, could she?

I would notice something strange there, wouldn't I?

I'm trying to remember if there was a pattern. For example, the days she was extra calm when she returned. Or, some occasions she forgot to reprimand me, to my surprise. When she rode my face or let me eat her pussy more than usual.

When she had confusing new ideas or descriptions about our marriage...

Like this wolf thing.

I can't be sure.

I remember days like this but I have no idea about the frequency or similarities of those days. This means, I will be observing for some time, to have more information.

That means I will be living in this new level of hell, without making her suspicious. And, I don't want to go down on her before making progress. At least, in suspicious days. But I still don't know what is suspicious or not.

There's a great chance that she's having an affair, I can't ignore that. She loves when I cum in her. Her last words are another proof that she wants her pussy to feel the ejaculation during sex. So, I can't assume other relieving stuff. Relatively relieving.

Suddenly I realize I have no idea if she's on the pills or not.

Are we trying?

Were we trying and wasn't I successful? Was this about it? No, no. She would have mentioned it. I have to find the pills.

For now, the only clue I might have is when she returns. Which is not a very reliable one but, if she returns in the same time span with Marvin, I will be extra careful.

My life before that day seems like heaven at the moment. So, it shouldn't be that awkward if I say 'trouble in paradise'. Of course just for me, life has to be like heaven for Victoria, since she does whatever she wants.

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After she left for work, I couldn't find any pills. I found a receipt, dated months ago.

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I couldn't do a single online freelance work today, my mind was a mess. I neglected my daily routines at home as well.

Finally, I found myself busy in the head, on something worth giving a try. Just to clear that fog around me.

It was a degrading effort, especially without a dedicated mindset for the aftermath of success. As in, I still wasn't sure that I could leave Victoria if I had some sort of a reliable proof that she was cheating me.

And, if I don't leave her is such a case, my position in this marriage would be even worse but I already didn't have a significant position to care about, so...

I keep my eye on Marvin's parking space. If he returns short time before Victoria, it's red alert.

Wait, to be sure, let's make it 'before or after'. And I'll give a definite time for that. A 'metric' as we used to call at work. To apply something measurable.

Let's say 10 minutes. What if he stops by a liquor store? I know there's no way to be sure for false negative situations but at least I'll give an extra five minutes. To make sure I'm not experiencing something unthinkable that evening.

My mind is a mess. Especially about that. I need her pussy to be clean. I'm still not sure about my reaction to her affair but this seems to be my red line.

And I can't be sure about how her juices and cum tastes, without any extra contributions in this mixture of fluids. I didn't cum the night before, prior to going down on her; but my suspicion prevented me to register this taste as the 'control group' in my experimental research.

All I could hope was that she wouldn't risk me seeing something visible there. She had to be clean. Somehow.

It's interesting that my jealousy already became the runner up, due to this horrifying possibility.

Whatever I could come up with was another degrading logic, which would involve a very big step backwards.

No, she came and Marvin is not around.

I wait and it's been half an hour. I think I'm safe for tonight. I will consider tonight's tastes as my control group. How she tastes at the beginning and how she tastes after. I will also inspect her vagina better, before and after.

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After my first assessment, my control group, in other words, my reference measurements seem to be what I am always familiar with.

You won't get how I felt during this evaluation. To raise my head above the water, to have a better, more clear perception about my surroundings. It was already overwhelming to perceive everything the way she described; on top of that, it felt like I was facing the real thing. Because I was doing something she wasn't controlling.

I'm not just talking about how I felt in the presence of her superior pussy. How it didn't feel any less important.

I was also increasing my awareness of what I had been doing, how degrading this life was and how magnificent she still felt. I told you, I was completely broken.

And, this time, this wasn't about licking her pussy and then sticking it in. This time, my whole sensors and receptors were alive. Seeing her skin that close, I mean seeing it with increased curiosity, smelling the humid zone which looked to alive, my devotion to her found it new high before I started.

Anyway, at the start, her pussy is humid, light colored. The word I think is 'compact', when I look at it; no deformed shape, no sensitive or bruised looking skin or tissue.

I taste her salty sweat first. Nothing distasteful, I can say that I like this taste. My mind keeps telling me that 'this is her sweat, you lucky bastard'. Man, I hope I can go through with this.

My tongue touches the lips, feeling the familiar texture in a very unfamiliar mood. I kiss her clitoris with respect, looking in her eyes. I get chills; I think I'm lingering too much. I don't want to make her suspicious. But, just one more kiss before I start licking her pussy.

During my preparation process, I taste her pure, heavenly juices in a subtle way. I get a bit carried away, taking the whole vagina in my mouth, licking and sucking.

"Stop sucking, we want it wet" she purrs. She likes this but my task is important.

I nod and take a second to calm down, looking at her beautiful pussy. Oh, it is beautiful. How can something look that vulnerable and deadly at the same time?

Hey! Her pussy lips get a bit darker, as in from pinkish to reddish. I never noticed this color change before. I spent too much observing in awe, I look at her in panic.

Her eyes are almost closed, looking at me. She's too turned on, seeing my lust for her pussy, seeing me stunned there, licking my lips.

She spreads her beautiful legs and I lose concentration again. I want to kiss her legs but I have to earn this privilege.

When I position myself between them, I slowly enter her.

I get slapped because I'm looking at her pussy instead of her eyes. She finds this disrespectful. She taught me that I have to read my success in her eyes and facial expression, not from her genitals. To make sure she likes what I am doing. And, she's right. Looking at her face is even more arousing. When she slapped me, she had her lips a bit pursed, but not because of disapproval. She was aware that I was losing it for her. She liked this, but discipline was important.

So, I let it go. I spend more than half an hour, lost in her eyes. Today she's overheated.

Our bodies wiggle together as we fuck. I mean as she makes me fuck. I mean she fucks me, takes...

Fuck! It's too hard to describe this situation. I try my best to provide pleasure for her.

She comes in a very intense way. Holds my neck and pulls me, to kiss me. She kisses me violently. Her tongue is in my mouth, making me lick her tongue. When she breaks the kiss, she lets me suck on her tongue.

I forget to wait until she calms down, I keep going. Her eyes are wide open, noticing this clumsy mistake of mine. Seeing the lust in my eyes, she lets it go. In a minute, we're back on track.

In her next climax, I can't hold it and cum too, with her words in my mind. Her words about 'sucking the life' out of my cock. I feel she sucked life out of it, together with some of my own life. My devotion at the moment is unbearable. I feel a need to do more for her. I feel that need to sacrifice myself completely. She's too important. Her genitals are too important for me; she was right in the beginning.

She hugs me and keeps me in, flexing and contracting her pelvic muscles or what other powerful muscles she has there. In an incredible way, I feel like she's milking me until I am completely drained.

Since our conversation, I had a hunch that my 'little success' might be in reference to the amount and quality of my cum. Maybe she had a plan and I was failing to accomplish that. Maybe I couldn't manage to get her pregnant, if that was what on her mind.

I hope she takes pills. I hope it's not my mistake.

I have to remind you that this is no longer a marriage to look for similarities with another marriage. Since the start, it never was. But at this point, there's nothing sane in it. In the way I perceive things or the path I'm at peace with. You can blame me, yes.

But don't beat yourself up thinking how you would act. Not that you wouldn't act different. Starting from the wedding night.

But, if you did, you wouldn't see that far, if you reacted in the beginning. Considering the precise selection process she did, I mean choosing a gentle, weaker male for this purpose, she wouldn't choose you if you were stronger than her.

And, if you somehow managed to stay in this marriage this long, sorry but, I doubt that you'd have the guts to start a sentence by 'If I was in his place, I would...'

After that much time, you too would want her approval, period.

She kisses me again, before pushing me. It's 'feasting on her leftovers' time for me.

When I get close, I'm trying to observe everything, looking at every single part. Her pussy lips are a darker shade of red, almost brown-ish.

I don't think it has the same 'compact' form now but it still does not look like it experienced some heavy duty occasion. I slowly kiss her mound, to show my respect and devotion first. Without closing my eyes. I'm trying to see my jism somewhere around.

I can't.

I go on with my usual worshipping ritual, still nothing. Due to my awareness, I can't be sure if there's a different taste there.

I can't differ this from my many times but I can say that it's different from my first taste tonight.

Still, I don't know if it's about my cum or hers. Or, as a result of our sex, the action caused by my cock, due to thickening of her fluids or something like that.

When she cums again, I first taste a slight change. Then I move my face away as soon as I taste something different. That must be it. I don't want to taste it again but I have to remember this taste. It's the taste of red alert.

"What are you doing?" she whispers, still experiencing the after-orgasm numbness.

"I did taste my success, as you said."

"Really?" she says, slowly pushing me, standing up.

She rolls me over and straddles my face, before lifting herself up, hovering her pussy over my mouth and looking me in the eye.

"Let's see if gravity helps for you to taste it better."

It did. I see a color change there. Some transparent, light color. And she waits. Until a not-so-large drop landed on my lips.

"Lick it."

Looking in her eyes, I do as she says. Yes, that's the taste I have to register.

"How does 'success' taste?"

"Not as good as you."

"Of course. But that's the taste you need to look for. To understand whether you succeeded or not."

"I came, I already knew I succeeded."

"Yes, but how successful were you? Right?" lowering herself, showing me that I'm not expected to express my thoughts, covering my mouth and slowly grinding on it, making me lick. She rises a few inches again.

She waits some more, nothing comes out.

"I guess that was all you could provide" with a not very satisfied facial expression.

This felt very harsh, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. She wanted her womb to be filled with male cum and was this all I could give her? A few drops?

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know wh..."

"I'm not happy. But I'm also aware that there's nothing I can do about this. Don't worry. I won't get angry. I never would force you to try and provide beyond your body can give. It's not like you disrespected me due to negligence, it's your natural shortcoming."

So, I disrespected her. But, just because I'm built this way. Great. This gave me a new type of heartache. Whatever I do, how much I try, I won't be able to be worthy enough to be the ideal man she wanted. 'My natural shortcoming'. Like a cripple. Is that how she sees me now?

I don't want her to see me like this "Please, tell me. I'll do anything to fix this."

"You can't. I will make you compensate, in other ways. You will need to sacrifice more. I will compensate 'this specific issue' my way."

Too many vague parts in her words, too much depressive information about my situation and our future.

I remember what I thought years ago. How I was worried that she could regret choosing me. That she was the one taking all the risk.

But, only I suffered all this time, for the choice she made.

And, in an interesting way, now I am feeling inadequate and like a fraud that misled her. I couldn't even think or say that she deserved this.

I couldn't even think that she is paying for her mistake.

I am the mistake and if I got everything right, she already found other ways to compensate her mistake. To compensate me. I really hope she takes the pills.

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The following days were 'normal'.

Meaning, she gave me that look on her return for not welcoming her at the door, finding me still looking out of the window, for the reasons you and I know.

I received another long speech on the concept of 'wives getting pretty for their husbands at home' and how I was neglecting my care or choice of clothes at home. I learned that it was Ok for me to wear whatever I want during the day but when it was time for her to arrive, I had to be careful about getting 'pretty' for her.

Once, Ok, this was my fault I guess, I forgot to put salt in the meal and after a short reprimand, she threw her plate on the kitchen floor, tackled me down, pushed my face in the 'disrespectful' food I served and made me eat it. When I was done, she smacked me a few times.

She warned me about this a few times before and I kind of deserved this. First of all, she hates to eat food which doesn't taste great. Especially at home.

Besides, according to her, this is an indicator of something going wrong, something sloppy; which is unacceptable in a marriage.

Neglecting, getting cold on daily duties, focus being elsewhere.

As she punched my face to finalize her training, the words she was using were like 'Are you whoring around? Wiggling your tail in the market?'

That night she slapped me too much when fucking me. It hurt a lot but knowing I was safe from all my new concerns, it was worth that. I could pray to see her angry on her every return from work.

She was aware of that, when I was kissing her hand in submission when she was done with all the anger and sex.

And I showed my gratitude with a great appetite, in peace. She probably knows that she gets better satisfaction in such days. Her satisfaction is important for me too.

I almost feel thankful to her that she let me sleep in bed with her. This was the first time I worried she wouldn't. She was that angry.

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This is Thursday. Marvin just parked his car and walked home. And I see Victoria's car approach. She parks and...

A shameless, confident 2 minutes 42 seconds. Are they stupid? Or just don't care?

I have to keep record of those somewhere, to calibrate my metrics. Together with some notes about her mood. I hope she's not calm. I hope she beats the shit out of me.

Otherwise, I have to focus on my attempt to avoid our routine night activities. At least some of them.

In all those troubling thoughts, jealousy, anger, I try to do some quick thinking. Nothing clever comes to my mind. Only one stupid idea.

She's surprised to see me on my knees as she opens the door.

"What are you doing?"

It's clear that she's in a good mood. Too good mood. Fuck!

In the light of my new perception, this is the worst case.

I had a tendency to assume she wasn't very comfortable on her way back home. Since I got suspicious the last time.

On the other hand, if I was right, she didn't care to linger to avoid any more suspicion. She could have gone shopping or drive around, to come back at a later time. Her comfort was making me cringe, considering how I was almost sure that she was cheating on me.

These were considerations beyond my ability to understand. I wasn't always like this. She turned me stupid with all the beating, threats and her pussy. And her legs, of course.

Anyway, maybe she was thinking of going light on me as any cheater would do. Seeing me on my knees waiting for her obediently like that, she's surprised to realize she worried for no reason. Or, that was what I thought.

But I could see it in her eyes.

"My powerful, wise wife" for a second I thought I exaggerated too much but she likes this, her lips show.

"I still feel ashamed that I forgot to put salt last night."

While talking, I move forward and slowly take off her high heels.

"And, today, I made a decision. To punish myself when I make such mistakes."

I'm caressing her nylon clad foot. She's listening. She's listening to me in great enthusiasm, to see my need to apologize for such a stupid thing, right after her return from having an affair. She's listening without a flinch or embarrassment. She feels content, seeing how things work for her, probably.

"I will avoid doing mistakes if I forbid myself to show you my respect at night. Which is in fact, the greatest reward of all rewards in the world for me"

I need to see some reaction; she just watches and enjoys this.

"As this became my reason to live. I will..."

I bow down and start kissing her foot "... definitely get my shit together..." slowly putting her slipper on, "... and deserve such a gift..." kissing the other foot, "... as the decent husband..." the next slipper, "... I finally become."

I think this is enough. I think. She's still standing, still looking at me, as if I didn't say or do anything. Her eyes are full of satisfaction, expecting more.

After 10 seconds under her stare, I bow down again and kiss her heels, showing in the slippers. What is she waiting for?

"Nice" she finally speaks.

"I appreciate your effort. And I like the appropriate ways you found to address and welcome your wife."

I knew she would like it, I just couldn't calculate that she would see that as 'my new way of welcoming my wife'.

I was hoping a display of my regrets, expecting her to see it as 'he is still sorry, that's why he is humiliating himself for it like that, showing extra respect'. Great!

"About your punishment. No need for that. It's not your duty to decide when or how you need punishment. I punished you for that already last night. You suggesting things would mean I don't know the exact proportion of action versus punishment."

This time I bow down out of fear, to give her the first thing came to my mind. The brand new thing she liked. Meek, submissive kisses on her nylon clad heels.

"Also, I find it extremely wrong to involve bedtime activities to daily problems. Like last night. You made me too angry but I didn't let that prevent me from doing my duties in bed. Or letting you do yours. You will show me your respect in my bed as usual and get your 'reward' as usual. After I bed you. After you finish your marital duties successfully. Not if, after."

I already have an erection and I notice that I'm still kissing her heel, but this time, with a genuine respect and devotion.

During and after the meal, I was a bit too perplexed. Trying to resist the intention to confront her, looking at her legs, being still aroused by the episode I spent at her feet, I was feeling helpless.

When she snapped her fingers and walked upstairs, all I could do was to stare at her legs and heels.

In bed, I am extra careful, trying to understand the amount of fluids coming out from her genitalia. I am not ignoring the fact that her pussy doesn't look like my control group. She didn't let me turn on the light, only keeping the light on our night stand on, so I can't be sure.

But it doesn't seem to be 'compact'. Maybe because of the lighting, it looks a bit too dark. It's not dry like that time. Not like when she's ready to fuck after my preparation. But it definitely is different. Maybe it could be sweatier. I don't want to think that this looks a bit messy. Messy like it became when it was time for me to clean it in our earlier days. Like it became when it was my turn. Or, messier. As it becomes like, after her speech about tasting my success.

I'm almost fine with messy, without being 'messier'. I'm almost ready to accept her betrayal.

I can't decide if I see something different. But this pussy gives me the feeling that it experienced some heavy-duty stuff. Just a feeling. Nothing certain.

All I can do is to repeat to myself that 'Victoria values decent marriage and decent husband, she wouldn't do such a thing to me'.

I'm not even sure what 'such a thing' really represented for me at that moment. Cheating? Or, letting our neighbor go bareback on her, filling her up with his cum.

I sincerely didn't taste anything odd during preparation.

I mean, it was different, compared to our fresh starting moments, yes. But not different than those times I didn't cum in her. It felt like it started without me, without the taste I registered.

I'm not lying to save face. I'm not fooling myself to make things easy for me either. I need to know. So, trust me when I say I didn't taste anything odd.

When I entered her, I almost became sure she had an affair. There was almost no grip, not even the mild one I experienced most of the time. This happened before and all I could think was 'When? How was her mood like in those times?'

She came more than twice. She was very hyped up and her eyes were constantly on me, clearly aware that something was happening today. And, she liked to see me like this. Helpless, confused, apparently suspecting things. How can she comfortably enjoy my agony, without worrying about getting caught?

She didn't care to kiss me to let me know she had feelings for me. Or empathy for my worries or efforts. She just enjoyed my struggle. It's been going on for some time now.

I'm trying to postpone my orgasm but reading this as I'm losing my stamina, she slaps me hard "Don't stop before you give me what I want" she hisses.

With that, I lose control and start to cum. This time I feel my ejaculation. This time I feel like I did better.

She holds me by the neck, hugging my body with her legs; she looks me in the eye, as she keeps grinding her crotch. Since that conversation, I perceive this as she's extracting my products by force. It feels incredibly arousing and adds to my devotion to her.

When she's done, she skips the part where I go down on her. This time, she wrestles me to take me under her and quickly moves forward to sit on my face.

This time she makes me taste my success. This time I understand what she meant by 'how successful'. I came a lot this time and it's obvious.

"Don't forget this matters" she hisses before she starts to convulse again, leaving me breathless "I want my pussy full of man juice."

I almost know what she means. I have to find ways to increase the amount. There has to be ways for that.

...

...

It's Friday, I just got slapped because I welcomed her standing. Thanks to my genius attempt, now I have to get used to my new duty. I kneel down but she walks past me saying "I won't let you do it. This is your punishment. Next time, you won't get away with a slap, though."

Ok, again, I feel like I made a mistake and I really got the punishment I deserved. Not being able to do that felt like punishment to me. This punishment hit me hard in an instant.

When I watch her walk away, remove her shoes and slip her pretty feet in those slippers, my eyes are on her. And I regret forgetting to welcome her on my knees. If she didn't say those, I would probably be relieved. That, this wasn't going to be a new routine.

Now, I don't feel like that.

I guess I found some cozy feeling at her feet because of the sweet smell, the softness of them. Or I liked the way her nylons felt on my lips. That became another safe zone for me, just because she didn't let me touch them.

Or, I found my new natural status.

I have a hunch that it can be about what the action really implied 'for her'; as it is, in the full context of my situation. Besides the submission of her husband to her.

Meaning, to see the devotion of her husband whom she cheated on. But that's not likely. It mustn't be.

Either way, what I feel now is because of the way she put it. She forbid me doing something that I didn't care much for, making it something I'd beg to do.

And, comparing tonight with last night, she was definitely calm last night. I feel safe for tonight, by means of the other stuff.

It's funny how the meaning of safe changed in a short time. The possibility of getting beaten had a place in the safe column now. The part after the beating? That's already my peaceful happy place, for a long time. That's the reason of my being, the only 'heaven' in my life.

But at night, I realize that my punishment was not only being denied to show my respect when she came home.

She's on my lap, slowly gyrating her body over mine, her hand on my neck, controlling my breath with her grip. Her expression is terrifying, as if she's not sure if she wants me alive or not. Making me feel that I'm alive because she lets me. I am probably imagining things; I have too much going in my mind. And her expression changes every time I start struggling for air. Tonight, I don't feel safe. The safety about other stuff is left in shadows.

Awkwardly, this makes me cum before her. She rises up right after that, to re-check, to be sure that such a thing happened. With a sour expression on her face, she moves forward to mount my face.

"Are you aware of what you just did? I don't know what you're busy with these days but this is not acceptable. I will hurt you if you go on like this."

I'm listening to those when she's slowly but forcefully grinding herself over my mouth, time to time holding my nose to block air. Not like last time, definitely on purpose. I do my best to make her cum, to end this torture. She finally has her orgasm and calms down.

I know it's my fault to act selfish, before bringing her to orgasm; she's probably right.

My mind is busy with thoughts and I neglected to focus on my only real task. But, who can blame me?

I guess she feels fine now, since she let me snuggle and sleep smelling her neck. The smell of my owner occupies my fears and troubles, leaving me alone with my devotion to her.

***

***

I wake up to the voice of someone shouting.

Vicky isn't near me. I look out and see her in the neighbor's garden. Not Marvin's. Tom's.

He says something to her and she goes crazy, walking over him, showing him her fist.

I put on a t-shirt and run out.

"I will fuck you up, bitch!" she's out of control.

"Lady, go to your house. Leave my garden before I call the police."

"Why? Are you scared?"

He sees me.

"Man, take this crazy away, before something happens." I remember those similar words from our past.

Vic walks past me, hitting my shoulder, to our house.

"Ok, please calm down. You're making her angrier by backtalking like that."

"My house, my garden and she started."

I'm looking at his face. He is looking at Victoria. His expression is different now. As if he had been trying to make her mad on purpose and enjoying that he succeeded.

"Do you think it's funny?"

"In fact, yes. She gets wild easily, huh? You must be having a blast at home. I know I would."

"Watch it, Tom. That's my wife, you're talking about."

He opened his mouth to talk but didn't say anything. He's still looking towards my house. I turn and look, to see her reach our door, stop, look at us and stomp inside.

He looks at me "It's party time for you, I guess" and chuckles.

Could he be hearing things? Does he know what's going on in our house?

"She's your wife, you say" he added, with a smug expression on his face and walked in his house.

What did he mean?

Does he know something? Was he mentioning Marv? But he wouldn't say it like that.

Or...

Nah, it can't be it. Can it?

I'm not sure which one is worse. No, I'm not suspecting that this snob thinks Vicky is interested in him.

I was missing the obvious sarcasm in his words. Because my mind is busy with her infidelity.

After a few seconds of crazy thoughts, I finally feel like he implied that I was the wife in that marriage. It made sense, but if he implied that, he knew a lot and it would be embarrassing.

Maybe almost as much as him knowing that she plays around with our other neighbor. I'm already convinced that she is doing that.

I have to clear my mind. Learn it all...

***Upcoming:

For the last two weeks, I notice how Victoria and Marvin return one after the other every Thursday. Among other things. Especially Thursdays are interesting. She acts different in many ways.

Today is Thursday.

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