The Botched Marriage Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2. THE SEED OF DESTRUCTION.

There was nothing particularly dark or ominous about that night, three weeks ago.

In fact, the morning had been lovely. One of those sweet golden mornings. We'd had a thousand of them over the years. I'd never thought of myself as someone that didn't appreciate that sort of thing until it's gone. Perhaps I was.

Danny had a big day ahead--the MFMA account that he'd been grinding on for weeks. He had been working on it from home the night before, late into the night. I knew today was the big deadline. He would probably be in the office until the job was done.

So, I set my alarm early. Quiet as I could, I crept out of bed while it was still dark, tiptoed downstairs, and made his coffee exactly the way he liked it--one sugar, splash of cream.

I carried the mug upstairs, both hands wrapped around it to keep it steady. He was still fast asleep when I opened the door--of course he was. Danny sleeps like a man with not a smidgen of guilt in his conscience. I'm the morning person. That's a family joke, too. That Danny sleeps like an angel and I sleep like evil never rests. Let them laugh, I'm the one that drags him out of bed for 8 a. m. church.

I set the mug on his nightstand, then just stood there for a moment. Watching him. He sleeps on his tummy, one arm curled in front of him showing just enough bicep to make me want to crawl right back under the covers.

God, he was beautiful. Broad shoulders, his back lean and muscled all the way down that V shaped torso. I couldn't help myself. I pulled the comforter down just a little, exposing more of his back, all the way to those dimples where his back ended, and his ass started.

Holy Mother, that ass. I uncovered it oh so slowly, the comforter rising over his glutes. And then rising some more, because that ass just would not quit. I giggled quietly, my pussy slowly getting wet. I was there to wake him up, not get all worked up, but I still pulled on the comforter just a little bit more.

There they were, in all their glory, like two perfect scoops of Dulce the Lecce ice cream. My mouth watered.

"Down girl," I whispered to myself, and then realized I had nearly drooled a bit.

I pulled it down a bit further... and his legs were slightly parted. His right leg straight along the edge of the bed, his left slightly bent, his knee pointing up towards my pillow.

Just one final long pull and his ball sack came into view. Fat, healthy, male.

"There's more babies in there," my uterus reminded me helpfully, as it always did.

And just below, laying lazily on the soft flannel sheet, his thick, uncut cock whispered back at me. "Come here Carrie, suck on me for a bit."

I nodded at nobody, like a crazy person, as I let my robe slide down to the floor.

Climbing gently into the bed, I knelt in between his muscular legs and gingerly leaned forward, until my cheek rested against the back of his thigh. Slowly, I wrapped my arm over his leg for leverage and softly nuzzled my nose against his skin. I took a deep breath, my nose full of him, and a little moan escaped my lips.

He was sleeping still, and I relished the chance to wake him up this way.

I slid my face upwards, kissing the back of his powerful thigh wetly, inch by inch, until my nose rubbed against the spot where his leg met his body.

He was starting to stir now. I kissed his right cheek, loving the softness of his skin, the powerful muscles just underneath, breathing him in greedily each time.

His breathing was changing. Deep and steady, with a hitch now and then. I knew he was awake.

I licked the back of his upper thigh and he moaned softly, the way you do in the morning when you stretch a muscle.

My tongue was hungry for more, so I slid it up to the base of his crease.

He hummed contentedly, and I knew he was smiling.

I dragged my tongue along the bottom of his right cheek, savoring every bit, my clit swelling. I reached the top of his crease, and licked up and around the cheek, kissing his right asscheek, nibbling it a bit, then sliding down to the bottom and licking and kissing my way back up to the top.

Danny sighed heavily.

I repeated the ritual on his left cheek, enjoying every lick and nibble, feeling his flesh under my lips.

Danny groaned deeply, and I could tell just from the heat radiating against my collar bone that his cock was swelling rapidly. I ignored it. Danny was on his tummy and my mouth was watering for something else. Something more personal.

My tongue trailed wetly all the way up to his spine, and I began planting long, wet kisses baack down. My tongue extended out when it reached the spot where the crack of his ass began. One long, deliberate lick and then a wet kiss. Then a quarter inch down, and another wet lick. And then a kiss, slowly making out with the muscular crevice.

I glanced at the clock. Oh, I had time. I could take my time still.

I gently dragged my tongue down his crack, pausing a fraction of an inch short of his hole, and dragged it back up. And then again, a tiny bit lower, and back up again.

On the third lick, his hips moved slightly, rising up from the bed with need, just an inch. I moaned. I shouldn't have. I didn't mean to gloat. It just drove me crazy.

What a glorious victory it was each and every time. To feel his hips rise like that, openly exposing his need. I had worked for it, and now it was mine. Part of my daily life, for me to enjoy anytime I wanted.

I kissed him purposefully now, right at the edge of his muscular ring. Not quite there but close enough that I could feel the heat of his sweet butthole against my chin.

God. I moaned again and this time he rocked his hips, opening himself up, lifting them off the bed.

My capacity to tease evaporated. I needed it just as badly as it needed me.

I pressed my hot lips against his muscular anus and kissed, my eyes closed, breath ragged, a moan dancing out of my throat.

I lifted my face slightly, took a deep breath like I was drowning, and then kissed him again, wetter, a little sloppier, letting him feel my saliva drip into his hole.

I pushed my tongue into his ass now, and he arched his back.

Wicked power cursed through me from head to toe. That's right baby, arch your back for me.

There are 1000 sexual positions a man and a woman can try. But in the end, they all have one thing in common. The man fucks one of your holes and you get your hole fucked. And it's wonderful.

But this. This is truly a unique thrill. Your tongue, a part of your female body, invading him, exploring him, making him arch his hips, moan, need. Holy fuck that is good. Intoxicating.

I licked up, down, and around his hole. My pussy was so wet now.

I brought my hands into it, spreading his cheeks for my greedy tongue as I worked around and around his muscular ring.

He didn't always let me go this far, not without having taken a shower right before, but this morning, when I locked my lips around his butthole and applied gentle suction, he just groaned.

I closed my eyes, fuck I was gonna cum right then, humping the sheets with my bald pussy.

I let my suction increase, slowly, not to freak him out. I sucked insistently, until my lips were molded to his ass and his hole was completely exposed, open, vulnerable.

I reached in with my probing little tongue, wiggling it in there, making little circles and licking motions.

He was openly grunting now. So good.

And then that was enough for him. He scrambled up and around in a fraction of a second. Suddenly I was on my back. Next, my legs were pinned to the bed, my body open to him, at his mercy.

He looked down on me like he was going to fuck the shit out of my little pussy and I humped the air underneath his thighs to let him know I was more than ready. He lowered himself, more gently than was necessary.

"Hurry," I said, a little desperately, "I want to feel your weight on me when I'm coming. I'm already there, Danny"

He sped up, but as soon as I felt that fat cockhead start spreading my lips, my orgasm began. He must have felt it because he dropped on me then. He was just a few inches up but I still made a funny humpfff sound and then I exploded. He kissed me to muffle the scream as he began pounding.

Five minutes later, it was all over, his cock pulsing hotly deep inside me, my second orgasm ensuring every drop of sperm made it as deep inside me as physiologically possible.

"There are babies in there. Why don't you stop taking those annoying birth control pills?"

I giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"My uterus has been talking to me again."

"Has it been telling you to keep me away from you?"

"No, that's not it Danny Miller. Not it at all. And good morning. I brought your coffee."

He kissed me one more time, long, softly, and then headed to the bathroom, coffee in hand.

I shamelessly watched that ass all the way there.

After that, the day was the usual blur. By 9 pm, I'd put the babies to bed and cleaned up the kitchen. I set up in the den and pulled my phone out.

I was horny as hell. Not unusual, but notably so. That morning had really been good, but brief. My body was aching for a long fuck.

Carrie: Hey baby, all quiet here. When will you be home. Have you had dinner? I know it's busy over there, so just answer when you can.

Danny: Leaving in 20. Drew and I ordered and demolished take out. Kisses.

Carrie: Coming home? Are you guys done?

Danny: Yeah we are just compiling all the docs now. Well, mostly Drew doing that. I'm writing the cover letter. It will be out of our hair then, hopefully for a few weeks til they get back to us.

Carrie: Ok perfect. I will start warming up for you by watching something naughty on TV. Hurry home but drive carefully.

Danny: You are always so sexy!!

Carrie: My perfect husband makes me horny, what can I say? Any specific naughty stuff you want to do to me tonight? I can get into the mindset by watching the right type of porn....

Danny: Is there repairing the leaky faucet porn?

Carrie: Hey!!!!!

Danny: lol sorry

Carrie: Idiot

Danny: I will make it up to you

Carrie: Yes you better Danny Miller. How?

Danny: Might as well tell you up front so you know what's coming. I want you to be on your tummy with a pillow under your hips when I get home. I've been craving it for days, actually, and this morning you made it even worse. And I didn't shave this morning so it's two days worth of stubble. I know you have an opinion on that too.

Carrie: God. Ok. That does sound like a reasonable apology. Hurry home.

My stomach knotted up a little bit. Lord, I love that feeling.

He licked my ass all the time, of course, whenever he ate me out. But if he asked me to lay on my tummy, pillow under my hips, well I knew that meant business. He was going to eat my ass OUT. His tongue is so strong. My whole body was reacting immediately.

I needed to take a quick shower, obviously. This would be nothing like my kitten licks. He had the strength to get deep in there, and I was not entitled to tell him any of me was too deep.

I so fervently wish I had done just that. Just gone upstairs and prepared to surrender to those sensations. That weird longing which I knew he would incite in me, eventually making me ask for more, for a whole lotta love, as the song goes. I would hump the bed helplessly with my hips. I would feel his tongue torture me. I would feel my rim probed, massaged, stretched, sucked. I know what follows hurts, but the need becomes so overwhelming, you eventually ask for it anyway. Danny was big enough and I guess I was small enough that it always required a bit of... struggle. And then even more surrender. Incomprehensible. Wrong. Insistent.

I knew later that night I would be clutching the sheets. Trying to breathe. Concentrating on pushing out. Breathing. Willing my insides to relax.

Gosh. I was horny for it already, and he hadn't even touched me.

Of course, I would ask. I always asked.

I chuckled to myself. I was going to get my ass fucked. Danny would "make it up to me" for some now forgotten transgression (what had he even done??) by fucking my ass. How was that fair?

It wasn't. And that made it even sweeter somehow.

Danny: Sorry honey - maybe another 30 minutes. Don't stop whatever you are doing.

Carrie: I won't stop getting ready for your apology. Better make it a big fat one.

Danny. I love you.

Carrie. I adore you. Drive carefully. I'll be right here.

I squeezed my thighs together. I had a bit of time. I would shower in a few minutes. Maybe a little bit of porn like I had thought before might help distract me. My pussy was throbbing by then.

We rarely watched porn. I felt dirty watching it on my own, and Danny never really had patience for it. He preferred to spend his intimate time with me, not staring at a screen. Personally, I loved to suck him off as he watched and would have been happy to do it more often. I enjoyed keeping an eye on what he chose to watch, sort of a way to look into his big mind while I suckled on his little mind inside my mouth. It never worked out that well. His attention always drifted back to me, so his choices were never that personal. Whatever played next was fine by him. It was my sucking that he was interested in, the feel of my ass, squeezing and teasing my nipples. The noises I made as I cycled between ball worship, romantically making out with his cock, and testing myself on his whole length.

But that night, since I was just prepping for Danny, it didn't feel dirty to watch a little bit. In other words, Danny's presence made it ok. It had always been like that.

I had sort of forgotten how the set up worked to get internet on the big TV and that wasted more time. But eventually, I had it running and visited one of the big porn tube sites. I had gotten myself so horny by then my hands were shaking a little. The anticipation of anal sex was driving me crazy.

I typed in the fatal search: "anal wife husband". Thumbnails showed up instantaneously. I checked the volume, just in case since the babies are sleep upstairs. It was not too loud.

I was hoping for a scene in which a husband came home to his waiting wife and claimed her. In her ass. I squeezed my thighs again.

Some of the thumbs were not what I expected. What were these, parties? They seemed to show 3 people, maybe more. It was hard to make out what these were. I clicked through a couple with the awkward gaming remote until one had a title that made grammatical sense: husband shares wife's ass with a big black cock.

Huh. It still made me a bit hot somehow.

Was this swinging? I knew a bit about that. At least what my friends had told me about it. The running joke was that they were all willing to talk their husbands into trying swinging if Danny and I agreed to try it with them. Ha ha.

It turned me on a bit too, to be honest, though I would never admit it to any of them. It was hard enough keeping all those bitches away from my perfect husband as it was!

Back to the thumbs, I decided to click and see what this was about, a strange hollowness growing in my stomach.

It started off normal enough, a white couple making out in what looked like their living room. He was fully dressed and she was wearing lingerie. I liked that. I often greeted Danny in lingerie if we had the house to ourselves.

Then, the kissing ended and she gave her husband a chaste kiss on the cheek, as a tall, muscular black man entered the scene. The tall black man approached the young blonde wife confidently. She was instantly in his arms, kissing passionately. She was rubbing herself against him. His large hands were all over her.

I didn't fast forward. I was in a hurry but something about this was captivating me.

Something about the dominant way the black man was handling the wife and the look on the husband's face. Would he leave the room? What sort of husband would sit there and watch this happen. Would another girl show up soon?

The tall black man fondled the wife and started to push her down on her knees. Not gently either. Assertively.

"It's just a movie," I said to myself, suddenly surprised at hearing my own voice.

My breath hitched as the camera closed up on the kneeling wife and she pulled out his large, thick, veiny black cock. It was... not human sized. Like one of those gag toys from bachelorette parties, but this one was real.

The white wife was sucking now, worshipfully, looking up at the black man like he owned her. Her husband sat close by, looking at them in awe. She was totally ignoring her husband, her eyes fixated on her lover and her attention completely devoted to his massive black cock.

I watched the scene in absolute fascination. My thighs were squeezing on their own now, and my hands were gently rubbing against my breasts.

The minutes ticked by. The scene progressed and my mind could hardly grasp the sheer gravity of what I was watching. The inhuman size of his cock. The absolute devotion of the married white woman to her black lover. The husband's incomprehensible acceptance. The feelings he must be experiencing, alone in his thoughts as he watched the complete defilement of their vows.

It felt wrong to rub myself to this but my pussy throbbed and the need felt so strong, it was like I was on the edge of a menstrual cramp.

I never did get to touch myself. The scene approached its climax and the wife was laying on her back with her legs wide open, ridden like mare by her black stallion, screaming like he was literally killing her. She reached out to her husband and he reached for her. As they held hands, the camera zoomed in and focused on their fingers. They rings. They were both wearing their rings.

My jaw dropped as my whole body tensed. It was too much. Her screams did not cease as the brutal fucking continued unabated. The close up of the tender gesture between husband and wife sat in my mind, incongruent, as the camera backed up, focusing once again on the huge black balls slapping mercilessly against her ass. I orgasmed.

I never got to touch myself as it hit. I doubled over on the couch like I had been punched, sliding gently onto the carpet as the waves hit me again and again. It was intense. Almost painful. There was hardly any relief in it.

I had never in my life experienced anything like that. It was not a release. It was more like a tornado siren.

"It's just a fucking movie, Carrie. These are actors. It's not a real couple."

I'd startled myself again with my own voice.

I looked down at the phone next to me. There were three notifications and I opened them up with trembling hands.

Danny: Ok, sent Drew home finally. Heading out soon.

Danny: In the car. Should be home soon. Love you!

Danny: Got Milk and OJ. You are getting your apology whether you've fallen sleep or not...

I stared at the texts. Danny. I forgot to get ready for him. He asked for something and I got distracted by some random debauchery and didn't follow his instructions.

A part of me wanted to minimize it and immediately went to war with the part of me that knew that whether logical or not, failing to do as Danny asked was simply not me.

"What are you, a harem slave? He's your husband, not your master. You were watching porn. No big deal."

"His instructions were simple and he expected you to follow them, because you always do, particularly when they are sexual. It's just the way it's always been. What happened just now is not normal. Don't ignore it."

"You are such a pathetic little housewife. Are you also worried he's going to be angry his dinner is not waiting for him?"

"This has nothing to do with Danny. This is about you. You stepped out of your normal self. Don't pretend it didn't happen. Take a good look at it, name it, and don't let whatever it was get inside your head."

It must have all happened inside five minutes -- from orgasm to text awareness to internal argument -- because next thing, Danny was coming through the door, Milk and OJ in hand.

I rushed to him. I knew what it looked like. I was not wearing a bra. I was hardly wearing anything.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I got distracted and I didn't prepare myself for you the way you asked. I'm so sorry."

He chuckled as he dropped the groceries on the counter. My frantic apologies when I failed to follow his instructions always amused him. It was all a game to him and since I'm a scatterbrained spaz, I failed at life pretty often. It was never a big deal to him and usually not huge deal to me, though I enjoyed being dramatic about it. But, this one, distracted by porn, and such fucked up porn, felt a little different.

He pulled me in by the waist for a long kiss. "You mean to tell me, Mrs. Miller, that you are not in the position I requested? You are right. I was expecting my first sight of you would be your quivering little ass, apprehensively waiting for my attention."

I felt terrible. Yes, it was irrational. It always has been. But it's what I am.

"I'm sorry baby. I should have been ready. I just got... distracted by some porn. I thought I had more time and it got away from me."

He looked me, this time actually a bit surprised. I could see the wheels turning - the porn made it a bit less palatable to him, maybe. If i had accidentally caught the kitchen on fire, resulting in my plans going haywire, well that would be par for the course.. But this... it made him take a second look at me.

His hand dropped to my ass and he used it to hold me up to him tighter, as he looked into my eyes. I put my hands on his chest for support and held his gaze. Not defiant. Open, consciously forcing myself to bare my soul to him. It was his. Nothing should be hidden. I offered no resistance.

He caressed my ass cheek as he looked into my soul. Slowly, he examined the curvature of my ass with his fingertips, feeling its heft, testing its softness, its inner resilience. He was making up his mind as to whether take me upstairs for the ass fucking he had been craving, whether to ask me more about this porn movie I had found so distracting, or (I hoped) whether my transgressions merited him to make use of my ass in a manner he had not expected tonight.

Every part of me but my voice was screaming as I stood there quietly, waiting for my husband to make up his mind. I had so many conflicting wants. My insides were still craving his attention. My soul was screaming at me to let him know I had been bad. To beg for his absolution. To encourage him to bend me over the kitchen table and punish me, long and hard. To exorcise all my demons.

He glanced up the stairs and seemed to make up his mind. He was right of course. I had been very bad. Absolution would not be easy. It would be loud, lengthy. Not something we could do tonight, while the babies slept upstairs. If he had only known there would be no further chances.

So instead, the fire breathing serpent coiled inside my stomach won out, or maybe just got lucky. He let go of my cheek and raised his hand to my chin.

"What was so fascinating about this porn movie?"

"It was just wild Danny. I've never seen anything like it. I'll show it to you."

The winged serpent inside me came to life then, took over my body. I bounced around the room, enticing Danny with every move, but constantly leading him towards my snare in the den. I put away the groceries as he settled down. I served him a favorite scotch. I kneeled at his feet.

"I will take care of you right here," the winged serpent said. "Just relax. My ass will be properly bathed and ready for you when you get home tomorrow night. Ok baby?"

He nodded numbly as he took in what I had been watching.

Did he know about this sort of stuff? My friends keep telling me all men watch porn. That even the ones that don't claim to watch much porn, watch a lot more than they admit. But why would Danny lie about it? He knows for a fact one of my favorite things is sucking on him while he watches. He knows its fun for me. As I said earlier, he tries to do it, but his heart is not in it. And where would he do all this secret porn watching? In his glass office? While he's watching the kids? At T-ball after Sunday school? None of it made sense.

No. I think the right answer is the obvious one. Danny doesn't watch much more porn than I do, and what he was looking at here was as new to him as it was to me. We were both so naïve. What we were watching was not just sex. It was not even wild sex. It was a kink. A complex and dangerous kink. The sort of kink two church going yokels who grew up with bad internet should never have tried without reading a book or four about it first.