Proper Marriage 3 - Freefall

Disclaimer and info:

One of the readers reminded me that this series is a bit sad, so, I'm adding that to warnings part.

In short:

Don't empathize the MC too much or you may feel heartbroken.

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

If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded husband, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you (not all in this chapter).

I suggest checking the tags first.

All characters are fictional and over 18.

Freefall

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.

I made my plans last night and I'm following her. She goes to work; I have my breakfast and coffee across the street. I pay cash, because she checks my credit card usage every month.

She leaves at noon and drives somewhere. Why Thursday? Maybe they have account visits or some sort of a pilot period for home office work that I don't know of.

I follow.

She parks her car, walks. She looks gorgeous in her light-gray business dress; her dreamy legs showing below her skirt in those dark fume nylons, walking strong in her high heels.

How can I think about such things in such a moment? But I'd kill to be at home with her. As if she wasn't my wife, as if I was having platonic feelings for a stranger, someone way out of my league.

This hurts too much. She's mine on paper and I'm watching someone out of my reach.

I wait a bit and drive slowly when she enters some place.

I see them. They are at a cafe. I find a spot and park there. I don't have the guts to go outside and watch.

I just think that it could be better if I confronted them. Give her a chance to deny things. To make me believe I misunderstood. To get angry at me and beat me in the street. But that would be bad. She gets hornier when she beats me. I need to make her call off their plans. To betray me one time less. But, guts...

I wait until I see them leave the cafe on my mirror. They are walking my way.

She's holding his hand!

This still hurts the most, even more than what I had been picturing about them. I was hoping that this was all about sex. That she had no 'feelings' for him, as if she could have feelings.

Fuck, she can see me if I drive off.

Before they reach my car, they stop. Probably Marvin's car's there, I can't see. They get in and leave; yeah, it's Marvin's car. He's driving my wife somewhere. Every one of those small scenes gives me heartache. Like she sat in my car when we were first dating, she's sitting near him.

I can feel the vein on my neck, pulsing crazy.

They drive for some time and I follow them to a hotel. Why am I talking to myself as if that is a surprise? How can I feel more than I expected? I thought I was just mad because it was unfair, jealousy could only be the runner-up in my mood. Why am I feeling like I'm betrayed by the love of my life? What sort of twisted love did I have for her?

Why am I constantly cursing at them both? Why do I have tears in my eyes? Didn't I already know?

Anyway. I don't understand why they drove that far for this hotel. We drove past many hotels on the way. I wonder how long this thing had been going on. Maybe they tried every hotel and they like this one the most.

They park and leave the car.

She waits by the car as he goes to the glass door on the right side. Probably she's ashamed to be seen by the receptionist; to be witnessed as some daylight whore brought to this hotel to fuck midday.

Who does that? In such business clothes? In such a perfect appearance? A married woman, probably. That's what the receptionist would think.

I give a fight not to run to her and talk her out of this. Or beg her not to do it. Or take a stone and hit her with it. I wish I had a baseball bat! See? I still can't be sure if I can take her down with a stone or even a baseball bat. I'm glad I don't own a gun.

My ears are buzzing; eyes are burning with the sweat running down from my hairline. How is this possible? How can someone do something like that?

I never gave a thought about this 'cheating' subject before. Is this the way it always goes? Some woman does such a thing, without caring what her husband would feel? Would a wife feel the same if she was watching her husband cheat her? I bet those women would not think twice before jumping in on the scene. Without thinking if her husband beats her. I bet they are more 'man' than me.

He walks to her and puts his hand on her back to guide her; he probably got the keys from reception.

I see his hand moving down to her ass as they walk to a room. She looks around, to see if anyone's looking. Oh, she remembers that this is wrong. Still, apparently not being very comfortable, she doesn't react, she lets him grope her ass cheek as they walk.

No more room for suspicion, even for a fool like me. Reality hits me in the face in an undeniable way. Leaving no chance for me to fool myself about my 'perception' or 'suspicion.'

I changed my mind. I never wanted to have a gun before. I'm just grateful that I don't.

He opens the door and drags her holding her arm and pushes Victoria in; he pushes my wife, my occasional bully, my 'leader in life' inside like she's a cheap slut.

He brings her here to fuck her and is she giggling? Happy and impatient that our neighbor's husband is about to fuck her?

Without any problem? Him treating her like this?

If that was the type of man you fancied, why did you marry me you twisted minded whore?!

I did my best to ignore my imagination during the three hours they spent there. When they left the room, he's walking like a boss, while Victoria is following him in quick steps, still fixing her dress, to catch up with him.

When she did, she kept walking by him, hugging his arm with both hands, almost leaning on him. Like a normal naive girl, hyped up after having a great sex with the man she loves. No, even more. She looks like those idiot girls who fall in love with the guy after he fucks them good. Hoping that he would do it again, hoping that he would call them again.

They walked to the reception like this. The way the receptionist gave a once over to Victoria made me cringe again.

He knew he was looking at someone's young wife, brought to his hotel to be fucked by that older customer. He knew there was some idiot somewhere, thinking that his wife is at work now.

Why am I torturing myself like this? Adding pain to my aching heart thinking like that?

I'm not feeling good.

I know I can't beat this guy, but even if I could, Victoria could beat me before I touched him. It's not possible for me to go out and confront them. I don't want that sort of a humiliation in my life, in addition to the ones piling up.

It's not hard to picture such a confrontation. Victoria reprimanding me while he is smirking. Before them beating me up in a humiliating way. And after.

Why am I experiencing this pain like that? As if I had a marriage full of love, with a loving, decent, sweet wife? Wasn't I making plans to run away some time ago?

Wasn't my fear the only reason for me to stay? No, it wasn't. I didn't want to live without her. Maybe not out of love, I don't know. But there was no alternative life for me that she didn't exist in it.

She made me feel like that.

Stockholm syndrome or Pavlovian reflex, who cares? I feel this way. I was Victoria's dog, conditioned for Victorian reflex. She gave me pain to love, obey, worship her. At the moment I love her even more, feeling the pain at the peak.

When I understand that he is driving her to her car, I head home.

I return home before they do. I don't have the courage to tell I followed her but I will.

Looking at my watch, I calculate that they will probably return in about two hours. As if they are returning from work. As if she would care about what I think.

I wonder what they are doing now.

There's a wild need to do something. Anything. To burn down the house, for example. With me in it. Some other guy would burn it down with her in it. That's the dark side of conditioning, I guess. I'd rather die instead of her. That's not the original me talking. She almost suffocated me once sitting on my face. All I could think was 'she wants my life for her orgasm.' Without much resistance in me.

I can't wait alone like this. I will lose my mind. These stupid thoughts are killing me. How can I have an erection in such a moment?

I have to confront her. I have to stop fearing that much. But I need her as much as I hate her now. What if she leaves me? When I tell her that I know? What if she's postponing her plan to leave me? Just because this is manageable? Maybe she gets pleasure from that too, knowing that I'm clueless.

Then, I remember I'm not the only one getting cheated.

I knock on Wendy's door.

She opens the door, sees me, and looks around "Kevin? What are you doing here?"

As if it's an awkward thing to knock on your neighbor's door.

"Hi, Wendy. Sorry for disturbing but I need to talk."

"Yes?" her eyes are constantly looking around.

"If I can come in for a few minutes?"

"Sorry, Marvin made it clear that..." she didn't finish her words, tilted her head "You know."

She knew I was warned not to talk to her.

I chuckle painfully; nothing is closely normal in my life.

"Ok. Long story short, I followed Victoria. And, I found out she met with Marvin at a cafe, at noon."

Since she wasn't enthusiastic to talk to me, I was going to skip the parts about what made me suspicious. I needed to get her curious.

But she is still looking at me, without changing her expression. Only, there's this crooked shape her lips take; it looks like she's thinking 'Oh, I'm sorry you found out.'

I freeze for a few seconds "You knew?"

"Kevin, it's not a good idea to talk about that. I'm sorry you learned it this way."

"But, how? I mean when did you find out? How?"

"I didn't find out. Marvin told me."

"What? When?"

"Months ago. Forget that you found out. That's better. It's their business; it's not a good idea to interfere. At least she probably cares enough to keep you in the dark."

"What are you saying? How is this good? How's that their business? What did he tell you?"

"Kevin, leave it. Please."

"No, I need to know. What did he say?"

Her eyes get a bit cold. Not just like she's thinking 'You asked for this.' It's different. She realized something. Or, she decided to put some of her burden on my shoulders. In a way, as if I would regret asking.

Somehow, she made me feel beneath her, seeing her look at me like that.

"That I'm his wife and he has needs, type of needs wives ought not to provide."

"What does that even mean? What's this got to do..." oh, no...

I am looking at her dumbfounded. She thought I didn't understand.

"As he always says, ours is a decent marriage and I'm a decent wife."

"What are you talking about? Seriously!"

My outburst didn't startle her. Just the opposite. That demeaning expression covered her whole face. Transforming into almost a smug expression. Seeing I was wounded, that was her reaction. Maybe she wanted to see someone else as the 'victim' for a change.

"I guess you already understood what I'm saying. And, these are private matters. Stop asking."

'Private?'

I didn't just think that, I asked her.

"Private?"

"I can see you are sensitive but try to stay calm, Ok? Yes. My husband and my personal life is private. I know you're not happy about it but these are the facts."

"These? What facts? You're not telling me anything! Your private life is happening in my marriage right now."

She rolled her eyes.

"There are things he wouldn't ask from me in bed. Not that I'm a prude woman, I'm not. But I'm his wife. He doesn't want to see his wife like that. So..."

'We got it!' I was thinking, grinding my teeth.

"Besides, I don't feel neglected. He's there more than I need him to be. He's got more than I need."

What's this stupid logic? Who says her spouse has more sexual appetite than she needs, so she's Ok with what's going on?

And I don't care about their marriage; I'm trying to stop this nonsense!

"I don't understand. Are you Ok with him cheating on you?"

"He's not cheating on me. I told you. He tells me what he does. Every time. He gets off his steam and shares it with me afterwards."

"Bullshit!"

This time her expression is unmistakable. I realize I made a mistake acting like that. But what she was saying didn't make sense. Were they having dinner and then he was complaining about the hotel sheets? That he wouldn't go there if Victoria liked his favorite hotel? After talking about the customer he argued with at work?

"Ok, since this is the way you want to talk..." she takes a step towards me, making me step back. She's not like Victoria; I don't think she thought of hitting me. But thanks to Victoria, it felt like she could. I guess women intimidate me now.

"Let me try to explain using his words. How every alpha in animal kingdom wants to show who the boss is. He talked about documentaries. How animals used breeding to control the betas. He believes that to bottom for a strong male brings submissiveness and obedience. I don't think he mentions male bottoms but I guess it applies to them as well, in his mind. That's how he sees it. He can't stop talking about how alpha seeds keep them inline. How any female around them had to accept this. And he relieves his instinct on your wife. Of course, we're not animals, but, boys get naughty, right? I guess he likes to see the romantic side of this."

'Your boy is getting naughty on my wife!' I was thinking.

"Romantic?"

"He likes to compare himself to a lion..."

I just look at her, almost expecting some pity. That's how I feel at the moment. The nonsense of the conversation is in the past for me, I just start to feel the ugly truth once again. My desperation is visible to her.

That only gives her the courage to pour salt on my wound, almost in disdain. As if she needed to rub it in my face that I was at a lower spot in the food chain. She wants to walk over me when I'm down. Her expression tells me that. Besides her words.

"When he first told me that he's satisfying his needs on her, I felt bad. I mean, I was too jealous and worried. I couldn't grasp the core of this situation. He clarified this for me. That, my husband is using someone else's wife for his 'indecent' needs; so, our marriage is still a decent, intact, respectful one."

I can swear that she got turned on a bit while talking to me like that.

This was all about her relief from insignificance. Probably, this could be the first time her ego felt peaceful like this, in her whole life.

And, I could swear that she added that part not just to make me feel worse, but also to emphasize how 'they' see 'us.' How 'we' are there for 'them', available to be used for their indecent relief needs as a couple.

As if they were skimming off the foam from the boiling broth. To keep their meal clean, dumping the foam to my marriage. I want to shout 'shut up!' to my mind. I want to stop those thoughts!

As if, Victoria was some sort of a discharge valve for their marriage, for Wendy to remain 'clean' and 'decent', for Marvin to 'blow off some steam.'

In fact, there was no mistake in the way I was thinking.

She didn't need to say those.

I already learned that Victoria is an indecent whore and I can guess that she became a fucktoy for Marvin, if their thing is not an affair on 'equal' levels. I don't know which one is more demeaning.

But, either way, seeing her comfortable like that, it occurs to me.

There's no way for me to see it in a way where they are having a love affair or a fling. Not after listening to Wendy's side of events.

It's nothing like that. Her husband is fucking my wife. My wife leaves the office in working hours, drives to him, so he can fuck her.

Anything Victoria would say, any way she would see it wouldn't change that fact.

And, even our 'marriage setup' has no significance in helping such a situation.

When we're out of the door, in the real world, there's only one way to describe this situation. As she said, her husband had been getting naughty on someone else's wife. No one would question this narrative.

Socially, that was the situation. I was the one everyone would look at and say 'poor little idiot.'..

Personally, I had been still digesting, ignoring, trying to find ways to alter the reality. And, in my attempt to find a comrade on this mission, Wendy, I found my new bottom.

I have no words, no more questions.

But she does.

"And, since you wanted to know, Marvin knows and likes to own a woman in bed. By 'owns', I mean the woman has no doubt she is owned."

I feel cramps in my stomach.

"In case you're still wondering why your wife acts like a pussy cat near him, that's a female thing. Every woman needs to be owned by a strong man in bed. And, believe me. Marvin wouldn't spare her; not like he tries his best to keep it down with me. She probably gets more than she hoped for."

Why would this stupid cunt hate me like that? Why is she smirking? Is she smirking or is it my imagination? I feel dizzy.

Doesn't she have one bit of a problem with what's going on? Apparently not. She keeps on talking, I can see that smirk now, and I'm not imagining it.

"He likes to see that squirming surrender under him. That's how he describes it. Especially when he's done with her." She's unstoppable. Maybe she hates Victoria and she's trying to insult her this way, I don't know. But I'm about to have a panic attack.

"Stop, enough!"

"He never takes out. Never! He likes to mark his territory. He likes to watch the woman's reaction as he releases his satisfaction into her. Like in those documentaries, as I said. Instinct. To spread his seeds. To see his betas feel his seeds and accept their role."

I stand there a few more seconds before turning around to go home. I hear her disgusting voice behind me.

"We have a hunch that he may be sterile, if you're wondering. So, you may worry less than you think."

I know why she's talking comfortably like that. She knows I can't confront her husband. Even if I tried, my wife would put me in my place.

I was finally in peace that I was a wimp.

But this feels like our first night. I feel almost the same.

That day I realized my life as I knew was over. It was the first day of my new life, learning to be a 'decent husband' for my wife.

Is this the start of the new era? When I have to learn to be a 'decent' cuckold?

I don't see that happening, no. This time I have to do something about it.

She'll be home soon.

Thanks to jealousy, I feel somehow 'brave.'

I even talked to myself, using the words 'it was time for me to put my foot down' in this moment of courage, while waiting for her to come back.

Not to be the 'man' of the house, of course. The fight I was intended to give was about 'not accepting to be a willing cuckold.' These are my thoughts, while I am preparing dinner with the groceries she brought yesterday.

***

***

I see Marvin's car. This time she arrives half an hour later. See? That would have been a false negative if I didn't follow her.

"How was your day?"

"Same. What's for dinner?"

I feel my heart rate increase as I don't answer her.

Also, knowing what's coming next makes me feel awkward. Angry, afraid, horny. Probably that horniness comes from my fear.

I watch her slowly remove her shoes, standing, looking in my eyes.

As I said, Thursdays are special. She often forgets this ceremony on many days. Or she doesn't care.

But I can see that she somehow managed to figure out that had ties to her affair.

Not like she understood I suspected that.

Maybe she thought that it was about her mood. Cruelly satisfied, guilty without caring. Maybe she thought I sensed that aura on her, failing to resist that amplified female version of hers.

That, I was paralyzed by her radiant womanhood, felt even more submissive and devoted to her and needed to show it collapsing at her feet.

That was just one of my thoughts.

But I was sure that she liked that sort of cleansing from her guilt. Knowing her own hypocrisy, she probably felt good to see nothing changed.

Today, if I oblige now, it would mean more for her. Than it would yesterday.

I can't even start to think how she would love it if I did the same, knelt down and kissed her feet, before or after confessing her that I was aware of what was going on. That I followed her. I can hear her laughter in such a case, which turns me on too much.

And, she's standing there, waiting for me to greet her kissing her unfaithful feet. The feet which were probably in the air in that filthy hotel room hours ago, those toes curled in pleasure. Bitch!

That day I put that idea in her mind and she loved it for a reason.

And as of today, as I said, maybe I know what that reason might be.

I say maybe, because I have more than one idea about this.

After what I learned, after what I witnessed, this could also be about her self-confidence.

After she enjoys her affair being a slut for him. Maybe she accepts that he's the alpha in their fling.

And, when she comes home, it can be about that. Either she wants to establish her alpha feelings back or...

Yeah, that 'or' part is too heavy.

Maybe she has that sort of a kink. Maybe this is about this little queendom of hers. As I said before. That no laws apply to her.

Knowing that I'm her unaware cuckold, she extends her pleasure this way. Rubbing it in my face like this, without me knowing. Making me kiss her feet, showing her that I belong and obediently show gratitude to someone who's someone else's slut. Right on her return from her booty call with the neighbor I hate. After getting fucked by him for hours in that motel.

I feel sick.

She moves her toes in her nylons slowly.

The anger, the imminent subject waiting for us, feeling the pain that my pride - or what's left of it - suffers from, they are all there.

On the other hand, her arrogant stare, the way she is demanding my humiliation without feeling any guilt, that disgusting cruelty of hers...

"What are you waiting for? Greet your wife."

I feel chills again. The desire to do anything she wants, to satisfy her hypocrite, selfish expectations is too much.

My mind races. 'She doesn't know I learned the truth. How's this different from last week? I can talk to her some other day?'

I am at a point that all I can think of is my conditioned need for submission and peace. The peace I only find when I'm thanking her after and for her unjust treatments on me. Doing something like she's expecting now.

Kissing and licking her pussy after satisfying or kissing her hands after she slaps me.

Or, kissing her strong legs after a brutal beating to feel my surrender to the fullest.

Kissing her feet at a moment like this.

Until two days ago, I thought I was kissing her feet and thanking her for her existence, coming home, providing for us and being my leader. Or, maybe, enslaving me in her psychotic dungeon. I was fooling myself as this was how she saw it.

Today, it will be the first time I will be kissing for the reason I thought she perceived. The reason I know now. Maybe for even more than that. Including the shit Wendy put in my head.

I will be thanking her for returning home after being 'roughed up', filled with 'indecent cum' for hours by the man I hate the most, making me a cuckold.

Realizing that, I say 'No. Where were you?"

Her expression changes.

She isn't just angry. Perhaps she remembers I had been suspecting things. Things I asked her weeks ago, about them having coffee.

This doesn't change anything. I can see that she finds this situation intriguing in some way. Reminds me of our wedding night. As if she was yearning for such a moment for a long time. Maybe she wanted this confrontation too.

Fear takes over again. Seeing her like this, realizing that she has no intention to lose control, I feel weak.

"Why? What happened?" her voice is too calm.

How can she be that comfortable? After doing that? There's no worry in her face. It feels like she's daring me to spill out; even, trying not to scare me. She wants me to cross the line on this issue.

I hesitate to tell the truth.

"What's going on Thursdays?"

Was that a smirk? For a moment I thought I saw that.

"What do you mean? Why are you standing there?"

I don't want to stand here.

I want to kneel. I want to have my lips on those toes. I want to apologize and thank her. It's good that my family doesn't see me often.

I have to talk. Tell everything.

"I followed you. I know."

She's not speaking. This time I'm sure I caught that smirk. But she's also angry.

"I saw you with that old bastard."

She's not reacting. Can she be enjoying this? I will hold her a mirror then.

"So, anything you said about how a decent, proper marriage had to be was bullshit. Right?"

She squints her eyes, pouts her lips on the side.

"That doesn't change anything. Not for you. Our marriage is intact and smooth, thanks to me."

She's not saying those to annoy me. She sees it that way!

"What?"

"You have married friends. Ask them. They all need to blow off some steam outside. They know what it is to carry the burden of their marriages, as I do. To do the things they can't do with their wives."

'Wives?'

"Or things their wives can't provide. I told you about satisfied genitalia."

For a moment it felt like I was talking to Wendy. The same bullshit, phrased in the same way.

"Are you aware of what you are saying?"

"Yes. And you made your point. If you don't want me to lose my temper, start apologizing now" her eyes are fierce. That fear sinks in my heart again.

"I-I..." I was trying to find words to talk back at her.

"Not like that. The way you have to." oh, she thought I was trying to apologize. She just didn't find my way of apology appropriate.

"Like you do every Thursday"

'She said it! She didn't deny anything!' I can't believe she said that. She...

"Come here, kiss my feet, first apologize and then thank me."

Those cruel, confident eyes...

She stares at my crotch, seeing my erection, that subtle smirk appears again. She knows how weak she makes me. But, she read too much into it, probably. She thinks this is all resolved, so she can move further.

"Don't worry. I will let Marvin know your respect and gratitude for him as well."

Seeing how I have no value for her, seeing that this marriage is far from being a marriage - even far from the marriage she described - I feel helpless.

"I want to divorce." I can only say, trying not to cum in my pants.

She grins; I see it clearly this time.

"I... I'm serious. I can't live like that."

"You can. You will. I spent years and waited for the day I deflowered you. I waited to make you my husband. You invested yourself to be with the woman of your dreams. I told you about my plans and I have no intention for them to be interrupted."

"You cheated on me!"

Did she just chuckle?

"Aaah" she waited until she let that laughter go "I'm out of your league, Kevin. I'm making up for that. In a way, I'm still doing it for you. At least, you can comfort yourself thinking like that."

"I'm not enough for you; you see everything we had as a 'favor to me', so, why don't you let me go?"

"You can figure it out yourself. I got my proper marriage. You can call this 'the return on investment.' I invested by going to movies, holding your hand in public, letting you kiss my legs."

I still don't get it.

"Let's say that's true. Let's say you paid the toll for a free ride on my choices for life. Still, why would you want a life with me? Just not to have those 3 years wasted?"

That deep smirk again. Reminding me of Wendy. Vicky is in that same mood. About to feed on my agony. They are getting enormous pleasure from that.

"First of all, all I said about a proper marriage are sincere. I won't tell you the ropes again. Since adolescence, I wanted to have this kind of a marriage and I am happy now. I have a loving husband who waits for me every day; I get to be satisfied in bed every night."

Trying to ignore her logic, being uncertain if it has any sarcasm in it, I keep on arguing my case, which I see as my only way of convincing her.

"Apparently not that satisfied. These weren't enough."

"Where it wasn't enough, I handled it without having you involved. To let you protect your pristine life. And, it's normal that you weren't enough. What did I tell you in the beginning? That I would be doing this mostly for you. That this will be satisfactory for you. I didn't mention anything about my satisfaction. That's sacrifice. And you're starting to sound like an ingrate. Now is the time for you to apologize."

She's still waiting for me to bow down and start apologizing. My insides are hurting while I am still trying to resist that temptation to give her this satisfaction. Oh, her ruling legs in those nylons, those eyes...

"Still... You haven't answered my question. You are still talking about some sort of sacrifice you decided to make. What part of this is good for you?" I hesitate for a second because as I am looking at her feet, I am not that enthusiastic for this to end, not anymore. Living alone in an empty house, sleeping alone hugging my dignity at nights doesn't seem that much alluring anymore.

She gave me a need to submit to her, to fear her, to cave in and remain hers, which seems to stay with me forever.

"You didn't give a reason on why you don't want us to go our separate ways."

This time she decides to hurt me. Without convincing me. I can see it in her eyes.

"Why would I? I already told you. Let me rephrase it then. I live the life I planned, get my 'cunt' pleasured and respected by you as I like. Before you kiss and thank me for it."

My face gives away everything; she had a moment of satisfaction seeing how her words were hitting the target.

"You're waiting at my house all day impatiently, for the moment I will let you do that. I have my house cleaned, food cooked. I even get my feet kissed in devotion and gratitude for this heaven I created for you, lately. And, that came from you. You proved me right."

She pauses, nodding her head slowly. She doesn't even get angry. She's so confident, that she won't lose. Or regret anything.

"And, on days like this, I love to have my sore parts soothed by your obedient tongue."

She didn't say that! How can she?

"Do you hear what you're saying? How is this a decent marriage? Having your 'husband' suck the junk of someone else off your 'cunt'?"

Her cheeks blush, she has an uncontrollable, almost 'sweet' smile, before her laughter.

"Oh, was that the reason you acted so weird last week? Kev, I would never do that to you."

For a second her expression gave it away. What she said didn't feel assuring. Probably. I can't trust my perception lately.

"Not on purpose, I mean. Such a thing reflects on me as well. Believe me, you're not the only one who cares about that. You're not the only one who suffers from this issue. I'm trying my best to be careful about that. It's not easy for me to."

I try to ignore what she implied. That she's doing me a favor by resisting the desire to return home, cum leaking from her pussy.

"You're lying. Wendy told me what he liked. I didn't forget how you forced me to go down on you last week."

"Wendy?" Her eyes get cold.

I don't feel like I gave away a poor woman's secrets. I wish Victoria confronts her, I wish she beats her in the street.

"Yes. She was bragging about how your role was to satisfy the 'indecent' needs of Marvin. How she stayed decent, in her proper marriage. How it wasn't her problem."

She is getting angry. I know it. She's trying to hide it but she is. But I have more important concerns.

"And, she emphasized how Marvin never liked to take it out."

This time, I also see some sort of regret in her eyes. For me? I don't know.

"And you felt bad? Did she hurt your feelings?"

Is she mocking me? Is she having fun at such a moment?

"You haven't learned that one thing about me. I keep my house clean. She's right. He doesn't pull out. In the first weeks I couldn't stop him. In fact, I couldn't resist letting him fill me. But those days I didn't let you go down on me. Remember the time I ended our couch fun."

I knew nothing, that was months ago. Since when this thing started?

"You came home with another man's cum in your cunt and you call this 'keeping your house clean'?"

"Let's not escalate things, not to test my temper. Ok?"

She is still too comfortable. She knows I would snool with just her stare. And she is right; she's getting results with her cold eyes.

"I told him that I like you to go down on me when I return from him. That you wait all day to go down on me, every day. And that I won't let you do that if he keeps sending me home filled like that. If he keeps on fulfilling his 'breeding' fantasy. Did she tell you about the documentaries he keeps talking about as well? How he likes to spread his seeds?"

I am trying to listen, with cramps in my stomach. I want to shout, run out but I'm afraid. Once she gets crazy, there's no stopping her before she draws blood. And, if I run out, she may not take me back.

'Breeding.'..

This is pure evil. The way she wants to hurt me, the way she talks. This time I'm not just broken, I feel like I'm losing part of my humanity.

My wife is telling me that she returned from someone who wanted to 'breed' her. That he constantly tries to do it and she let him many times.

I wish I had superpowers.

Not to kill them all. I have a very fragile conscience. I need a superpower to disappear.

"He told me he would consider. And, after a few weeks, he accepted, since I kept pleading him. He either puts on a condom close to the end or lets me take care of him when he is near. So, I protect your fountain of pleasure, keeping it as clean as possible, for you to enjoy."

The things she's telling...

Now I'm picturing them. Talking about me. He knows I go down on her whenever she returns from him. He knows what a loser I am, waiting all day to go down on her every day.

I don't know if there's still jealousy in my feelings, besides that huge shame about my reputation. The reputation of a 'decent' and 'wimp' husband playing house on his own in his 'proper' marriage.

Just as I open my mouth to express my disappointment, she smirks again.

"About Wendy. I don't think she believes what she says. Or she's too stupid. She's not under protection like you."

I don't care about Wendy. Or what she believes in. What protection is she talking about?

"I guess you didn't notice how I leave you alone on Thursdays for a short time, right after telling you to prepare the dinner."

In the context of what she said before that, I can't understand. Can't think of anything about her last words. Was she cleaning herself up? To protect me? I know she wasn't. What's that got to do with Wendy?

"What?"

"If you want to learn more, now is the time. To end this conversation. To apologize and beg me to forget this outburst of yours. To show me nothing changed."

Maybe it was a diversion tactic, I don't know.

But since she stepped in, since she took her shoes off, I was sliding down to the point she wanted.

I was already dying to collapse at her feet to apologize. And, her final words were enough to break my petty resistance.

I cave and kneel. Without thinking, on the other side of the kitchen. I realize I had to go to her first.

I tend to stand to walk there but she moves her head to sides, saying 'no.'

I crawl, looking in her eyes, getting in the mood in every few knee steps.

I bow down and kiss her dark colored nylon clad foot. She raises one heel on her toes and I kiss her arch, trying to move further under her foot, to kiss her sole.

That feeling sinks in again. Peaceful safety. I know I need this. I don't know if I would still need it if I could save myself from this marriage.

But in this marriage, I need to be her obedient husband, with the desire to beg her to accept my submission to her will and whims.

"Use your words too" it is obvious that she loves this.

"Forgive me, Victoria. For questioning you. For asking for separation. Please let me stay. Please don't kick me out."

I have no more words.

Probably she doesn't need to hear more either. I lost my will to say anything about her infidelity; I wouldn't find the power to, even if she insisted. I'm not going to thank her for cheating me, if that's what she expects.

"Follow me" she says walking to the couch. I follow, watching her legs, thighs, heels in lust.

Before sitting down, she lowers her pantyhose and panties to her lower thighs.

"Thinking about your actions in the previous weeks, I guess you had been trying to figure out how it would look like 'right after.' Without being sure if there had been an incident here" pointing to her pussy with her index finger "before I returned home..."

Shaking, I look at her pussy. I don't know. I don't understand anything. I just know I'm looking at the 'after' case, as she assures me that's the case.

I can see that the area is humid. According to what she said, must be of her juices. Mostly...

I am looking at an after-sex pussy.

Probably because of what Wendy said, it looks ravished. Maybe it's the same but I see it as roughed up. Darker, maybe some red spots.

She sits, spreading her legs a bit, leaving me a space to crawl under her panties and find myself a spot between her legs, right in front of her pussy. A space for my face, of course, not 'myself' as a whole.

When I try to reach and kiss it, she says "Wait. Until Marv calls. I will put him on a speaker, so you will listen when you are doing what you love to do. Today he almost came in my pussy but I begged him not to. He didn't listen and he almost got me there. This was a favor for you. Because I needed to feel him washing my insides with his cum too much. I'm telling you those, because I want you to know I care about you."

Excellent.

When she phrases it like this, this moment will be added to her 'favors for me' column.

I get it now. I get why she wants me in her life.

Who wouldn't want this? To abuse, disgrace and play with someone physically and psychologically, and in the end, to be thanked while getting served in every way.

On top of all, this servitude comes in the form of addiction and lust, instead of being mandatory. The gratefulness is genuine.

Looking at her pussy, trying to figure out what happened involving it, I unintentionally lick my lips. I still cannot hide my impatience to be given permission. Completely in a detached way. As if this is a normal day.

I look at her, she's watching me. I know she still finds this hilarious. I mean her success. She still finds my obedient devotion to her very amusing and interesting. She probably suspects that her infidelity arouses me but it doesn't. I hate it.

"You know I'm right, Kevin. There's no other marriage where the husband still lusts for his wife after that much time. You are one of the fortunate men in the world."

I don't want her to leave me. I will do whatever she tells me to. I know she's right. I'm fortunate. In the bottom of the reputation ocean, yes.

Instead of watching the news or trying to find hobbies, I live in constant arousal for my wife. This is not something I can let go.

She smiles, as if she's reading my mind. Probably she can see it in my face. And, she appreciates this.

"Good" she says, caressing my hair. I feel loved.

Her phone rings. She shushes me silently and answers.

"Hi, Marv." I suddenly lose that entire imaginary 'fortunate' mood, hearing her.

"..."

"I'll put you on speaker."

"..."

"Wait, I'll tell you. You're on speaker now."

"You're already on speaker. As always. What's going on? Aren't you going to mute yourself? And, why are you putting me on speaker?"

"Kevin is in the shower. I need my both hands."

"You sound excited."

"He figured it out."

He chuckled. No worries in his voice "Oh, did he now?"

He doesn't even think that I can flip out and go to his house with a gun.

I don't have a gun but he can't know that. Unless Victoria told him not to worry about me. I bet she did.

Or, would she like to protect her marriage's reputation to a point? As someone not revealing that their dog is a pussy? To make everyone think it can bite if it's cornered?

Does it matter?

"Yes. I wish he took it better. I wouldn't let him go take that shower."

"What do you mean?"

"Without him knowing, I'd take your call as he started. I have my earphones here." She motions her head, those words were my cue. I move forward, in a soup of feelings.

"What's he starting?"

"For a reason I have some sore parts. At the moment, I wish he was here. I bet he would love to lick my wounds. He's a caring husband."

I moved my head out of her crotch to say "Fuck you! I don't!" but I couldn't.

For a second I saw black, after her slap. A slap which probably held all this afternoon's anger in it. She kept herself for so long and...

"Did you slap your ass? Are you still thinking of me?

"Oh, Marv. You're funny. No, I had a mosquito here, hovering over my private parts. I taught him whom he was meddling with" looking in my eyes. She loved to see how her words brought lust back into my eyes.

I wasn't the only one who wasn't immune to her powerful character. He couldn't hide his adoration for Victoria in his chuckle "Private parts? Interesting choice of words for... What were you saying an hour ago? 'Go slow; you're ripping my twat apart!' Was that it?" chuckles again.

Fuck!

My cheek is buzzing and the pain is moving towards my ear. The pain from the words I hear hurt my ears even more.

I look in her eyes, to see the cruel dedication there, listening to that asshole snicker on the other side. In a way, she saved my reputation again. If he understood I was there, it would be way worse for me.

"What a wimp."

I watch her reaction to that. Many things were happening in a short time.

First, she smirked, looking down at me. Waving head to sides like she was saying 'pathetic wimp.' But I understood that she was just getting off on such thoughts. Her facts were far from it.

"Marv, I told you before. He's my wimp. Don't talk like that about him. I'm warning you."

Do I have to feel important? Is she saying something good? Again, does it matter?

"Warning me? Why don't you try and talk to me like that in that hotel next time? Struggling under me, in between your moans? While begging me not to pull out? Then remembering the wimp, begging me to pull out? Before kissing and thanking my cock? Did you tell him the name you gave it?"

She blushes again. I can't understand if it's shame or is she getting horny thinking about what he says. She didn't give mine a name. And, even if she did, I wouldn't want to know.

"That's different."

I guess she didn't have words. That blush was about her arousal. She probably would make some meow sounds if I wasn't there, telling him he was right.

She composes herself, looking at me. As if what I think matters now.

"Anyway. I told him the nature of these things. He will oblige. I made him understand. He worried that I had been feeding him your cum on Thursdays but I assured him that I value him."

"Small concerns of a small..." he stopped, remembering her words "Anyway, I know. Tell him that he owes me big time. This is too much of a favor on my part. By principle, I never let a pussy go empty handed like that."

I can't believe Victoria is looking in my eyes, nodding her head, as if I had to apologize for blaming her, about being inconsiderate about me.

What a crazy mindset she has, right? And what sort of power does this crazy mindset have over me? I'm horny and obedient beyond my belief at the moment.

The asshole couldn't stop talking.

"Especially today. I loved how you tried to fight me off when I pinned you down. In fact, as you were wiggling in my arms, I changed my mind. I was going to fill your 'twat.' Just to watch you slowly give up and surrender in purring moans again. You love it when you feel bred. I would breed you today, if you couldn't manage to make it slip out..."

There's a short silence.

Probably, Victoria was more comfortable when she was the one who played with my feelings.

This time, she seems to be sorry that I heard those from Marvin. She probably wanted to stop him giving details about her level of whoreness.

"Anyway. From now on, Kevin will be a part of our routine, just like Wendy."

'Wendy?'

'Part of their routine?'

Don't think that I'm there listening to this like a normal person. By normal, I mean the wimp of a husband sitting there and listening to his wife's bull brag about how he fucked her. No, I'm not listening to those in an idle state.

I'm kissing her pussy lips gently, looking in her eyes, listening to them as I slowly lick her 'sore' parts.

"I thought he already was."

"It's not the same. Maybe it is, I don't know."

And, of course, I couldn't wait any longer. I stopped again to question her with my eyes.

She grabbed my hair, said "Just a sec, Marv", and muted her phone. This time she leaned forward, held me by the ear, sitting straight, extended her arm back and slapped me like she never did before.

This was different.

She wanted to. She took pleasure from that. This wasn't a disciplinary slap. This was a sexually charged slap which gave her great pleasure.

The way she's looking at me, I can see that she realizes my situation. She knows I won't react, resist or make a sound. That I'm too afraid that Marvin can learn I'm hearing what he's saying. That, swallowing his words is already bad but the idea of anyone knowing that? It's beyond embarrassing for me.

I feel like a hostage. I know she won't expose me but I also know that she won't let me get away too easy.

"Kiss my hand. Never interrupt us again."

I kiss her hand.

She unmutes the phone "Yes, where were we?"

"What did you mean? That he will take part in our routine? Will he drive us to the motel? Wait outside?"

He chuckled "I won't let him suck my knob to lubricate it and prepare me to stretch his loving wife. I don't want him to be that thankful. If that's on your mind."

Her face got pale.

She didn't like to see him talk like this. But she, instead of talking back at him, gets angry with me "Wait a second, Marv, he tripped something in the bathroom" muting the phone.

"Is this what you want, Kev? Do you want to drive us to the hotel? To wait outside when he fucks me?"

I freeze. Picturing what she was saying cripples me. I have stomach pain instantly. I look in her eyes without any reaction.

Her eyes get colder.

"Or, what he said? Do you want to suck his cock, so he can fuck me?"

"NO!"

"Do you want to whore yourself to Marvin you fag?"

Don't get her wrong.

She's not talking like that because she wants to humiliate me or put ideas in my head. She is jealous of me. Thinking about what he said probably made her picture things.

I feel disgusted. But I know; I'm the only one to blame for all this. If you're not man enough, you let people think whatever they want about you. Sky is the limit.

"No, and if you imply such things again I will leave. No matter what you do. Even if you stab me, you won't stop me."

She smiles "Remember this. No man or woman can touch you. You're mine. My decent husband. I found you a virgin, undfiled. I took your virginity and you belong to me. And, you'll remain the same. By same, I mean you will feel this pain every Thursday. I don't want Thursdays to be your happy days. I don't want you to enjoy this. Now show me your loyalty" pushing my head down and back.

I don't resist.

How can I resist? She doesn't want to turn me to 'that' sort of a cuckold. She wants to do this against my will. So, she still sees a man in me.

So, maybe this makes me less of a cuckold, right?

I move down and start kissing her foot. Those nylons make her feminine, beautiful feet look and feel like heaven. I can't stop kissing her foot. She unmutes the phone.

"No, Marv. It's about acknowledging what he's doing. Besides, you know I was letting him wait until we had dinner on Thursdays. Weren't you complaining about that? Didn't you say 'If you're going to show him who the boss is, you have to make him eat your freshly used pussy'? Didn't you want him to feel the heat before it's too late, when my pussy was on fire? Weren't you complaining that it was unfair to Wendy? Is Wendy there?"

The things she's saying...

"She'll be here in a minute. You'd better mute yourself now."

"I'm in such a mood. I'd love to say hi to her."

He chuckled "Don't I know? Stop talking silly, mute it."

"So make sure she talks about me."

"You insatiable little vixen, Ok. Hang up when you're done."

What a perverted routine is this? After they fuck, he calls Victoria and makes her listen to his conversation with his wife?

While Victoria masturbates to that? How's anything decent in any of these marriages?

Vicky waves her hand for me to get back in my position between her legs "Don't forget to make her thank me."

"Mute it already!"

"Bye!" she mutes the phone, looking in my eyes.

Crooked minds think alike, is what I have in mind, listening to them.

"Stay silent, I don't want to miss anything."

I can only stare at her, with my lips on her pussy.

And, Victoria's expression, looking in my eyes like the spoiled queen she is, anxious to show off with what she is about to reveal to me.

We hear Wendy's timid voice "Hi, Marvin. Shall I prepare the dinner?"

He chuckles "You will prepare the dinner, all right. After you pay a visit to downtown. To make sure there are no hard feelings about this."

"Please, Marvin. I don't want to."

"Kneel. You know it's the proper way. You have to be part of this. I want your blessing."

Victoria's lips get crooked, showing a sinister smile. Does she know that all this 'proper' bullshit is in fact bullshit? Or, can they be really finding any rationalization in what they keep telling us?

And 'blessing'? I don't know which one is crazier; Victoria or Marvin. But I definitely know that they weren't just crazy, they were winning in life. Life was pure joy for them.

"Start unbuttoning my pants, I have news for you."

"W-what?"

"First, get it out and start kissing it. Like that day. Without getting carried away of course."

We probably hear the sound of a belt buckle, nothing else. Then we hear her kiss it.

"Yeah, kiss the head, looking in my eyes."

"Kiss my pussy, looking in my eyes" Victoria says to me, staring down at me.

I see what this is.

What the routine is. They are showing off to themselves and each other, with their control in their houses. Marvin isn't hearing anything; he doesn't know what's going on in here.

But I'm sure he will learn. Not the part that I'm allowed to listen to them of course. But that my mouth took the place of her hands in this action, in other words, me being part of that ceremonial masturbation routine.

And I can understand what she meant by 'protected.' It's unbelievable how he lets Victoria listen to him and his wife. I hope Victoria keeps me protected all the time.

"The wimp next door. He found out."

Victoria blushes but she can't hide her smirk. She stops smiling when she realizes I still don't find this funny.

"I didn't say anything, I swear Marvin." To me, Wendy's voice was cynically content.

"Shut up, keep kissing. Listen."

Victoria smiles again. She gets some sort of wicked pleasure from Wendy's troubles as well, it seems. On top of her smirk when her fucker called me 'wimp.'

"So, he will be doing what you do next door, every Thursday."

"Oh?"

Did she find this amusing?

Was it a relief for her? That she wasn't going to feel that lonely, being in this situation?

Or is it about the things she told me? That my situation is way worse than hers?

"You liked that, huh? Stop. Let me see the tongue, yes. Lick slowly. And, let me hear words. I want you to talk about Victoria. As you did that day."

"Please, Marvin. Don't make me do such things again. It's wrong. It makes me feel too bad afterwards. I still regret..."

Oh, he slapped her. Disgusting pig.

A moan from Victoria, biting her lips. Man, she's truly a sadist.

"Yes, Marvin, I'm sorry. You're right. It's not wrong. It's the right thing to do. I can taste her now. It feels right now."

"Full sentences. As you did that day. But first, lick my balls."

What day are they talking about? Victoria notices my questioning eyes.

The way she rolls her eyes...

You know that expression. The one women make when they are about to tell something they are not too comfortable with but act as if it is no big deal.

"Once, we did that without a phone. It was Marvin's idea. He thought we could move our operation to his house if Wendy would not overreact, in a very optimistic way. It was a stupid idea but he wanted to weigh the possibilities, with the thrill of our first weeks."

She can see that this is alarming for me. And, her enthusiasm in telling me those...

She waits a bit, until I start to lick her pussy, looking at her.

"It was the day you were visiting your parents. Anyway, when I was at their house, she was doing the same, looking in my eyes."

"What?! Same?" What I am doing right now? To Victoria?

Victoria enjoyed my meltdown between her legs for a bit too long, my eyes were getting red.

"Aaah, you're giving me joy. I love it when you react like that, trying to talk when your mouth is full."

She kept her eyes at me, enjoying my struggle between her legs.

"Same as what she's doing right now. Not what you are doing. She doesn't have privileges for my pussy" she has a very naughty pleasure in those last words.

"You watched them?!" probably sounding a bit angry, or, like questioning her.

She just shows me her hand, reminding me my place. I stop talking.

"And, she surprised us both. Not at first. I loved the hatred in her eyes, looking at me, when she was slowly kneeling in front of him. To do that in front of me, while I was smirking. You get the idea."

It is easy to see how she feels proud about that. And how she takes pleasure from my submissive agony.

"I can't get that image out of my head. His shining, big, purple knob, her tongue slowly reaching it. Knowing what that cock was covered with. Looking in my eyes, to see my enthusiasm to watch her taste me there. Anyway, when the tip of her tongue gently spread on it, her expression started to change."

She was describing what happened in the most disturbing way.

"Like a dog, licking an ice cream, tasting that incredible flavor for the first time."

The thing she was bragging about...

"It took some time but her eyes got big, searching for more. She got carried away. We just told her to acknowledge what happened and make peace with it. That, her life was about to change and Marvin was trying to convince her, this didn't have to be a bad thing for her. That was all. We wanted to get her on board, to a level."

She pauses again, since there are sloppy sucking sounds on the phone, she takes her time. She no longer finds anything wrong in telling me those. She starts to tell me what I already understood.

"Her expression started to change, because, I guess she tasted me on his cock. It was only natural for her to react to that. But no one expected her to slowly cover the head and make love to it. I could see her tongue going out of her mouth, licking every part of his cock head. I can understand when a dog likes the taste of the ice cream. I can understand when a woman feels raunchy."

Wendy felt raunchy, when she tasted Victoria's pussy on her husband's cock. And, Victoria is telling me this in great appetite.

"I saw Marvin's face at first. He probably never saw his wife like that. And he got very horny, watching that prude, timid woman's tongue getting wild on his cock. He probably also thought this would break the ice and then he would introduce his thoughts afterwards. As in, using their marital bed for our needs. Instead of going to hotels. When we were talking about his idea, I said 'any bed I have sex in becomes my bed, let her know that.' He called me a sadist."

'Duh!'

I wonder if they were both stupid, in addition to being mentals. I don't want to question this more, since I am the slave/husband of one of them.

Though, I question me being her 'husband', since I can't even stop her from doing such things.

"But, you should have seen her. This time, Marvin's expression changed too."

She pauses a second; it is easy to see how hot it had been for her. I mean 'that day.'

"She started to say stuff, inaudible at first, but she sounded like a bitch in heat."

Her pussy taste does that to me, but to a woman?

"I heard a few words, 'This is so wrong, I have to stop...' She couldn't stop though" Victoria started to laugh in between "You're so lucky, Kev..."

I don't know about luck but I know I couldn't live without the taste of her pussy.

"With a little bit push, I mean with some words I put in her mouth, she started to talk about how superior it tasted, how grateful she was. I don't remember her saying things like 'indecent.' For a second, she stopped and licked her lips, looking at me. Her eyes were blank, she was lost in thoughts."

I realize that I totally forgot about the phone. Wendy's moan, probably while still sucking his balls, reminded me.

"Realizing that, Marvin's face turned almost purple. I guess we both thought she was going to beg me to let her eat my pussy. If Marvin hadn't slapped her, I was considering seducing and luring her to such a thing. Can you imagine? The level of satisfaction on my part? I never tried such a thing."

I timidly asked "Why? Why would you want that?"

"It was either about enjoying her gratitude for me or the humiliation she was looking for in my hands. Both are hot. I just fucked her husband. She was licking my pleasure from his cock. It was obvious that she was going to regret that day."

'My pleasure?' It was too obvious that she wanted to keep my misery going. Using such stupid words. But I wanted to taste her pleasure from the source every day.

"Then? What happened that day?"

"Nothing. Marvin got angry. And, he panicked, I guess. He wasn't expecting his wife to ogle me like that. He tells me that she doesn't know about this phone call but I'm not sure. Maybe he doesn't want me to know. Maybe he tells her, just like you and I do. Sometimes she talks like she wants me to hear her."

"You are..."

"Shhh" she pulled me into her pussy.

In between the kissing sounds we heard Marvin talk "Yes, Wendy. Move up."

It's not possible to understand what she's doing. But slurping sounds are still there, followed by a deeper moan now.

"You were saying?"

"I can taste her. Like I did that day. I can taste her existence here. Yes, she was here, on every part of this big boy."

Oh, she's at the shaft or head. Victoria is not wrong to get pleasure from that, considering her mindset.

"Uhmmm, keep going!"

As Wendy probably started to suck and lick, Marvin's grunts filled our room. He was probably exaggerating those, on Victoria's benefit. They felt like insults to me.

Victoria was looking in my eyes, nodding.

They both didn't care how their games were affecting people. But still...

Those words, Victoria's reaction, her pussy in my mouth, I could only feel fortunate as I was feeding on the fountain of that superior womanhood. Once again, she was right about me being lucky.

But, things got terrifyingly interesting.

"I wish she was here again. I wish I could tell how grateful I am to her, looking in her eyes. For keeping my husband satisfied. And all the other troubling thoughts she gave me."

Victoria chuckled.

"See? She's probably going to get beaten up for that later. He will scold her, at the least. It's an indecent thing to say. If you did something like that, I'd fuck you with the broomstick. With no lube."

Why is she looking at me like that? Does she still think that I would lose my mind if I tasted him on her pussy? In all this, are Wendy's words the only thing indecent to her?

She probably made sure that wasn't an option, seeing my disgusted expression.

"But I love how she can't help it. She's dying for my pussy."

She probably triggered herself too, talking like that.

She grabs my head when she starts having her orgasm, before cumming with my mouth covering her pussy, pressing herself very hard. My head is squeezed there, I'm even having trouble to squirm.

They had no intention to stop on the other side.

"You know you're going to regret saying those, right? Huh? Wendy? I'm not talking about me punishing you. You will regret talking like that like you did last time. You know it."

"Yes, Marvin. But this is your doing. You talked about her constantly. You brought her here that day. You made her look me in the eye when you made me lick your john, when she was smirking at me as I tasted her the first time."

Victoria was smiling and biting her lower lip wickedly, eyes closed, facing the ceiling. The things Wendy was describing were hard to digest. In my absence, there was a whole other world Victoria was living in. A world, which was partially incredibly hot, but disturbing like hell as a whole.

"Today, you brought her scents again; you put her taste in my mouth. What did you expect? I couldn't count the times you made me submit to her existence without her presence; how can you expect me to remain indifferent in such a situation? How can I not want her to be here?"

"Aaah, poor stupid slut..." Victoria's demeaning laughter was evil.

"You made me vulnerable to everything about her. I get excited when I see her outside. Making me feel or think of stupid things. I want to carry her bags but I'm afraid to ask."

Holy shit! Those last words got us back on track. This woman desperately desired Victoria in a very disturbing way.

Victoria ruthlessly starts to gyrate and grind her pussy on my face and I am trying to lick and suck on it like a mindless freak.

It was an incredible confession, which was concrete evidence that I wasn't that wrong to surrender myself to my wife. Her pussy and her character had its own way to occupy any person's mind. Maybe not everyone, maybe Marvin didn't feel so. Still...

We heard a slap and then constant gagging voices. He was face fucking her hard "If you talk like a whore, you get treated like a whore!"

It sounded like she was fighting for her life there and in return, Victoria was biting her lower lip, smiling, pushing her pussy in my mouth, getting close to her climax.

Her cruelty is giving me goosebumps, seeing how she is enjoying Wendy's agony. The agony she is enduring just because she couldn't stop complimenting about Victoria.

Victoria has to be thinking that Wendy chose to be a sacrifice being slaughtered willingly, for her goddess Victoria.

That was what I felt. At that moment it sounded right and well deserved.

Marvin starts grunting as we hear Wendy's gulping sounds. Victoria, in a much hyped up state but still postponing her orgasm, controlling my mouth with her pussy and keeping her pace steady, looks in my eyes.

When Marvin lets Wendy go, she gasps for air.

Then we hear the enthusiastic kissing sounds "Please bring her back here, please let me look her in the eye!" she is sobbing, in a very contradicting way. Whatever she is experiencing there, it is obvious that she is losing it.

"Shut up Wendy!" his voice was burned out "You already look like you hate what you say."

"I do. But still... Isn't there a way? A decent way? Anything you choose?"

This was like a scripted conversation, but it wasn't. I bet in the heat of the moment, Marvin forgot Victoria was listening.

"Oh, shut up. If you want, let me take her as wife. She'll be your lady, you can be her maid. Would you like that?" he is saying those probably to mock her.

"Yes. There are marriages like that. They take second wives. Take her. I will be the second wife to her. Make her ditch that wimp. Make her our lady. I will be her maid."

Oh, she was more broken than I was. That was pathetic and sad but I could empathize her, because this was about Victoria. This was about wanting to lose everything for her pleasure.

While listening to the nonsense she was saying and Marvin's chuckle, I somehow can't stop feeling worried.

It's not possible not to, seeing Victoria's facial expression, raised eyebrows, showing how surprising this was to her as well. She was perplexed; she couldn't believe what we heard.

In a second, she started nodding her head, looking at me. She must be telling me how fortunate I am, with her eyes.

I am worried, because what Wendy said sounded like things that can happen. It was stupid, that is what I keep saying to myself. I am trying to calm myself this way, as if there had been anything nearly normal, anything not stupid in what already happened in my life.

Suddenly I get sucked back to reality. I can't believe what's going on in and around my mouth at that moment.

It's like her pussy is pouring, flooding, but not excessively. That feeling is in some sort of a surreal form. There's a mild, captivating taste filling my mouth as she starts wheezing, slowly moving her pussy lips on my lips and tongue.

Could she be waiting for those words? Can this be part of their routine? It can't, she was as surprised as I was.

Does Wendy, without knowing that Victoria listens to her, says those, knowing that it makes Marvin angry?

Assuming that Victoria will never know what she says but she takes the risk of punishment and self-regret like this? Wow.

I know it's not just about the taste of a pussy juice. With that broken mind, experiencing such devastating events in front of her, she probably got caught in a very helpless mindset. And it resulted in this remote devotion. If it really existed, that woman's taste or scent on her husband's cock supported this fall. What that taste symbolized? That kicked the chair under Wendy's feet, signing her sentence. To find herself in this mindset. Probably.

Or, she was a weak person like me and got to this point herself, like a headless chicken, just like I did.

At the moment, I feel blessed.

Being Victoria's husband, slave, toy or whatever I am, it feels like a unique success.

Assuming, at least for this moment, Wendy would kill to be in my place. She's in a lower spot in the food chain, compared to me.

Ignoring how Wendy's husband uses my 'divine queen' for his pleasure; I don't have the motivation to care.

All I need is to thank Victoria. Kissing her mound, moving along her legs, down to her nylon clad feet, mumbling words of gratitude, love and lust.

When our eyes meet, I see satisfaction in her eyes, knowing that this is the proper way of things in 'her' marriage.

All her doing, her success.

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***

You'd think that after that moment I was demoted, right? To a lower level slave, to an usher, a sexless creature, right?

No.

In the evening we had the most passionate sex ever.

She let me eat her pussy before sex and we fucked in missionary position. I came in her and she let me taste my success.

She let me bathe her. After I bathed her with my tongue. She made me lick every square centimeter. She had trouble stopping me when I was licking between her toes, her sole. She didn't let me eat her ass.

It was about me and her, no one else, there was nothing wrong with that.

"Nothing changed" I tried to think to myself, trying to sleep, smelling her neck.

***Upcoming:

"Who is she Tom? What's her problem?"

"Next door psycho. I try to stay far from her but she makes up reasons to come and bark at me."

"It was frightening."

"Yes. She probably takes her anger out of that wimp of a husband of hers."

"Poor guy."

"Yeah, poor guy."

Watching that Victoria psycho walk back to her house mumbling her insults, how can I say that I'd gladly swap places with him for a few days?

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