My Bully Took My Wife Pt. 04

Kayla and I were at a restaurant for dinner. She was busy with her phone. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed loudly.

"I got it!

"Got what?" I asked.

"The contract I was bidding for. It is for a new luxury real estate project."

"Congratulations, baby. So proud of you."

I leaned in to kiss her. It was an awkward kiss as I was aiming for her lips but she offered me her cheeks instead.

"Who is the contract for?" I asked.

She took a bite of her food and waited to respond.

"It is with Marcus's property firm. They are building

waterfront apartments in Dubai and I will be leading their Marketing campaign."

I gave her a look of disapproval. She ignored it and continued eating.

"Kayla, this will involve you spending more time with him. I don't like that."

"He is doing this to trouble me. You know that right?"

Kayla stopped eating and gave me a stern look.

"So you are saying I got this contract because of you and I am not qualified for it?"

"No I didn't mean that," I said apologetically.

"You are making this about your ego instead of my career."

"You are such a small person. Both literally and figuratively."

Her voice was louder and I glanced my eyes around to see if people were noticing.

"You know I will be earning more than what we both earned last year."

I bit my lips and kept quiet. I had no further argument. We ate the rest of our dinner quietly and went back home.

Since the reunion she had become more sexual. For her client meeting, she would wear shorter skirts, silk blouses with one extra button undone and sometimes no panties. She would be unapologetic about it. Once I watched her bend to pick up her laptop bag and I could see she was going commando. She caught me looking and raised an eyebrow.

"Problem?"

I said no and looked away.

She continued to post thirst traps on Instagram and Marcus continued to respond. She would credit me for the photo in all her pics. Marcus's comments were always sexual in nature for her while putting me down simultaneously.

Once, she posted a pic of her sitting on a couch in a sexy thong. She was topless and covering her boobs with her hands. Marcus commented as always.

"Wish these were my hands instead. Shrimp dick, next time I want you to click her pic from behind as well."

I was hesitant to call it out for the fear of upsetting her.

At home, her usage of sex toys was every day and choices were getting bolder. One day she opened a new package with her latest sex toy in front of me. It was an anal training kit with 3 plugs of different sizes. She was excited.

"Can you help me put it inside my ass?"

I nodded. We have never done anal play. Of late, she has asked me to lick her asshole while she used her sex toys and I enjoyed it.

We went inside the bedroom. I used a lot of lube and we managed to put a plug inside her in a few minutes. She recorded this. She made me click a few pics of her bent over and eagle spread to show off her latest toy. When I tried touching her, she pushed me away again.

A few days later, she came up to me with another update.

"I will be away for the next 2 weeks. Marcus wants me to come over to discuss the Marketing strategy."

I tried to stay calm but I was angry from inside.

"Can't you discuss this over video call? Why do you need to go?"

She smirked at me.

"I think I know how to do my work."

"Two weeks is long. Do you need to be away for so long?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and gave me a look which made me feel dumb to ask the question. She did not need to say anything. I raised my hand and immediately apologised.

I tried to be supportive over the next few days. I helped her out in packing. She chose very slutty clothes to wear and was very deliberate about showing them to me. I enjoyed the teasing but was concerned about her wearing them in front of Marcus.

On the day of her flight, she dressed in a white halter back top with a deep neck along with a mini skirt. She was not wearing anything underneath. When she bent to wear her heels, I saw she still had her plug on. I cleared my throat and spoke to her.

"Can I drive you to the airport?"

"I already ordered a cab," she said.

I came near her.

"Cancel it please. Let me take you."

She shrugged.

"Fine. Try not to make it weird."

The ride to the airport started quietly. I apologized for the last few weeks. I told her I was being insecure and I was making her career about my feelings. I told her I was proud of her. I told her I loved her. I told her I would do better. Kayla answered in short syllables but mostly stayed quiet.

"Can you send me the hotel details so that I know where you are?" I asked her.

Kayla didn't look at me.

"There is no hotel."

"What?"

"Marcus is picking me up at the airport and I am staying at his place."

My hands tightened on the wheel.

"You are staying at his apartment?"

"You are going to live with him? After everything that happened at the reunion? After the way he treated me?"

She finally turned her head.

"There is the real issue."

"Not my career. Just you once again."

"You are making my opportunities about how they make you feel. It's exhausting."

I was frustrated she was not understanding me.

"I am not making it about me. That man spent an entire weekend humiliating me."

"I have told you what he did to me when I was in college. Now you are saying you will stay with him for 2 weeks like it's nothing."

"It is nothing.. to anyone who is not pathologically insecure," she said.

"He has a spare room. It is closer to the office. It saves time and money. Those are adult reasons."

My face felt like it was on fire.

"Don't act like I am crazy for having a problem with this."

"I am not acting. You are being crazy and small."

"You have been bugging me for. You are commenting on my clothes, my posts, my mood."

"You are like a nervous little watchdog who can not stand the idea that I am allowed to exist outside your anxiety."

"It is unattractive. It is clingy. And right now it is embarrassing."

I felt defeated.

"I do not want you staying with him," I said with a feeble voice.

"And I don't require your approval," she spoke loudly.

She looked back out the window as if she was done with the conversation.

"This is happening. You can either finish driving me to the airport like a functioning adult... or you can keep proving every point I have just made about how little spine you actually have."

"I am getting on that plane either way and tonight I am going to be at his place."

The rest of the drive passed in silence. When I pulled up to the departure curb she got out quickly.

She looked at me flatly.

"I will text when I land."

Then she turned and walked through the sliding doors without looking back. I got back in the car slowly feeling terrible.

The two weeks she was gone felt way too long. Her messages were minimal and not more than 3-4 word updates. I kept reaching out to her without being excessive.

I told myself that I am lucky to have Kayla as my wife. That she had always been out of my league. That she was always going to draw men like Marcus. That I was lucky she had chosen me.

I made plans. I would start the gym again for real this time. I would speak up more. I would stop running away from conflict. I rehearsed calm and supportive versions of the conversation we would have when Kayla comes home.

Then the first photo hit Instagram.

Kayla was in a black blazer which was teamed up with purple panties and matching stockings. She was not wearing a bra which opened just enough to show the inner curves of her breasts. She was sitting on a table in what looked like Marcus's home office.

I called her immediately and it went straight to voicemail. I left her a lengthy voicemail. I texted her as well but there was no reply.

The next day, there was another post. It was a selfie with Marcus on a beach. His hands were around her waist. Kayla was wearing a tiny bikini and Marcus was in swim shorts. The photo was hazy as it was dark.

In another post, she was wearing a sports bra and shorts. She was kneeling down and looking up. The background was beautiful and it looked like a hiking trail.

A few days later in a post, she was on a boat and wearing a white cover up. When I zoomed in on the pic, I can see she was not wearing any swim suit below.

I kept rationalising her actions until I could not come up with anything else in my head.

When her flight finally landed I was waiting at the arrival section for her. I bought a bouquet of flowers as well.

When she walked in through the doors, she looked so hot that it physically hurt. She was wearing a tube white top with matching booty shorts. She also had a black leather choker around her neck which I saw in her Instagram post.

I stepped forward with her name. She saw me and offered a small smile. She kept walking toward the exit as I offered to take her luggage.

In the car I broke the silence first.

"You have been posting pictures with him and ignoring my every call and message for the last 2 weeks" I said to her.

She kept quiet so I spoke loudly.

"What the hell Kayla? It made me feel so small and humiliated."

She was busy with her phone and not even looking up.

"We are not doing this in the car," she said.

"We have been doing this for two weeks. You post every day. He has his hands all over you."

"You won't even answer a single text. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

She looked up finally.

"You are obsessed. You sit at home refreshing my profile like a stalker and then act shocked when I don't want to deal with the insecurity the second I land."

"I was working. I was busy."

"And yes, I was with Marcus. Get over it."

I was seething in anger.

"Get over it? You are my wife."

"Those pictures are public. He is touching you like he owns you."

"Then start acting like someone worth staying married to instead of a jealous child tracking my Instagram and writing essays in my voicemail."

"I did not respond because I did not feel like managing your feelings on top of everything else. That should tell you something."

I kept quiet. The rest of the ride passed in silence. When we reached home, she went inside the bedroom immediately.

"Sleep in the guest room. I need space."

I collected my stuff and headed to the guest room. I was shattered and not sure how to save my marriage.

Kayla's POV

I was overjoyed to get the lucrative contract with Marcus's firm. Not only did it pay well, it gave me a valid reason to be near him without my husband around us.

I didn't care how it made my husband feel about this. I still pushed his limits and him being him he didn't have courage to stop me. I even made him put a plug inside my ass so that his bully can take my anal virginity.

On the morning of the flight I chose the outfit for Marcus. I had my plug on and didn't wear any lingerie underneath. My husband saw that and didn't say anything.

When he asked me for the hotel details during the car ride to the airport, I almost smiled. The look on his face when I told him I was staying at Marcus's place was better than I expected. I didn't have to admit to anything. I just kept cutting him down for being insecure, controlling, clingy and weak. By the time I finished, he looked like he might actually cry. I didn't care.

When I saw Marcus waiting for me at the airport, I ran towards him and jumped into his arms. We kissed as my legs wrapped around his waist. His strong hands were feeling my bare ass.

We eventually managed to get to his car. We started kissing again. He had his hand between my legs. I was keen to show him that I have been working on my cock sucking skills. When I took his entire cock in my mouth in one go, he gasped for breath. I didn't slow down. I sucked him like my life depended on it. When I was done, I swallowed his big load. He called me a good girl and petted my head like I am his pet. I was so proud.

When we reached his place I was soaked. He pushed me inside and fucked me against the wall of the entryway. My skirt was still around my waist. He fucked me deep with his one hand wrapped around my throat. We both came simultaneously and he shot his load deep inside me.

Marcus's cock was nothing like my husband's.

My husband was small and quick to finish but Marcus was so thick and long that the first push always forced a gasp out of me. His cock was heavy and veined and I could feel him in my stomach. I craved the way it forced me open and made everything else feel inadequate.

When he cummed inside me, I was breathing so hard. I felt emotional and mumbled thank you to him. He looked at me without any surprise.

"This is just the start. I will show you what it feels like to be with a real man."

I nodded not knowing what to expect.

The next day he took my anal virginity at his place inside his bedroom. He had told me to wear the largest plug all day. He removed it himself and slapped my ass.

"Good girl!"

"Get on the bed and put your ass up."

He used a lot of lube before I started to feel the head of his cock. The stretch burned and my eyes watered. I have never taken anything there. My husband had never even tried. Marcus did not rush and he was not gentle either.

When he finally bottomed out I was shaking and my face was pressed into the pillows.

"Take it you slut," he said.

His one hand firm was on the back of my neck.

"This ass is mine now. Your husband never even asked for it, did he?"

"No," I gasped.

"Because he doesn't know what to do with a woman."

He fucked my ass until the burn melted into something hotter. I came from the intensity alone and didn't realise I was sobbing. Marcus cummed deep inside me which made me tremble. He made me thank him which I did.

On another night he drove us to a secluded beach. There were no lights and no people. We both stripped and got inside the water. He shoved two fingers inside me and then lifted me up. He fucked me hard while we both kissed. He then carried me back to the sand and pushed me onto my hands and knees. He took me again from behind. When he came, he pulled outside and cummed all over my face.

"Look at you," he said.

"Married woman on her knees in the sand with another man's cum on her face."

"You are such a dirty slut. Say it."

"I am a married slut," I whispered.

He laughed and made me stay like that while he took a picture for himself.

Another day, he took me on a trail outside the city. Once we reached the top, he took off my sports bra and shorts. There was no one around. I then got on my knees and sucked him while he took a video of me. Afterwards, he bend me with my hands on the ground and fucked me standing up. After he was done, he didn't allow me to wear my clothes. I was still kneeling. Instead he took out a black leather collar and leash from his backpack.

"Put it on."

I looked at him to check if he actually meant it. He immediately landed two hard blows on my face.

"Is there a problem?"

I shook my head and put on the collar immediately. He clipped the leash and started to walk me around like I am his pet.

"From now on, this collar won't come off. You belong to me and I want everyone to know that."

I nodded and felt a surge of love for him.

Another day, we both went out to sea on his yacht. Marcus had told me beforehand he didn't expect me to wear anything on the sea. I just got a thin cover up for me which was off as soon we stepped on the boat. He fucked me multiple times on the boat in public view. It was not a busy day but there were a good number of boats around us. While fucking he called me his married whore, his cock sleeve, his pet and a woman who left her soft husband at home. When we was not fucking me, he would tie me using the leash in the middle of the boat for anyone to see. This made me more horny.

Another evening he fucked my throat in the living room. While swallowing, a thin line of his cum dropped onto the floor.

"Pick it up," he said.

I did it with my tongue.

"You drop my cum like it means nothing," he said as he tugged at the leash around my neck.

"We are going for a walk."

I was totally naked except for heels and leash. I was on my hands and knees. He opened the front door of his apartment and tied the leash to the handle of his entry door.

"You stay here until I decide you have learned," he said.

"Keep your hands behind your head and don't try to cover yourself."

"I have some meetings. I will come get you when I am done."

"Be a good girl. I will be watching you from camera."

I nodded. He went back inside and closed the door. Despite total humiliation and the risk of someone seeing me, my nipples were hard. I felt owned and turned on in a way I have never felt before.

When Marcus finally took me inside after 4 hours, I was soaked. He looked at me like I am his pet.

"What did you learn?" He asked me.

I thought for a few seconds which was a mistake. He slapped me hard on both my cheeks. Tears ran down my cheeks.

"What did you learn, you dirty slut?"

"That your cum is precious and I must never waste it."

He was happy with the response. He lifted me up violently and bent me over the arm of the couch. He slapped my ass hard and entered inside my asshole.

"You like getting punished. Being shown what a slut you are," he said.

He kept slapping my ass hard while fucking it hard.

"I like it. I need it," I said while tears kept rolling down my face.

These 2 weeks became a pattern of rough sex, ownership and humiliation. In the mornings, he woke me with his cock already pushing into one of my holes. In the afternoons, he would bend me over his desk between meetings. He would slap my tits, ass, face and call me dirty names loudly. In the evenings, he would use my holes for longer sessions and made me thank him for every load.

Marcus's cock became the center of my thoughts. It was thick, heavy and demanding. He stretched and ruined me. He made me feel like the slut I had always been underneath the boring marriage.

During these 2 weeks, my husband's calls and messages never stopped. I never picked his call and didn't respond to any of his messages. When I showed his messages to Marcus he would laugh and call him a loser. He was not wrong.

My husband would leave me long voice mails too which made me and Marcus crack up.

One night Marcus had me on my stomach and his cock was buried in my ass. My phone started to ring. It was my husband. We both looked at each other and laughed. Marcus saw that my husband had left a voicemail. Without me knowing, he pressed the play button.

"Kayla... I know you are busy. I just... can you please call me back? I keep thinking about you staying there and I don't know how to stop. I love you. I am trying to be better. Please just tell me you are okay."

Marcus kept fucking me.

"Hear that?"

"That is what a man sounds like when he knows he is already lost."

I moaned harder.

On my last night at Marcus's apartment, we both were lying on the bed naked after another sex session. I was running circles with my fingers on his chest and was cuddled up with him.

"I am moving to Dubai in six weeks," Marcus said.

I was shocked. I looked at him with my eyes wide.

"I have multiple projects coming up there and I can't manage them from here."

"I want you there with me. I need a permanent CMO for my company. And you are perfect."

My head was spinning now.

"Money is a lot better. We will stay together."

"You don't need to pretend you are married to that soft guy. We can fuck daily like we have been doing for last 2 weeks."

"Yes I will come," I said.

We both kissed and he fucked me again.

When I finally flew home, I was not looking forward to it. My husband's hopeful face at arrivals only irritated me. I shut him down and sent him to the guest room. I laid in the bed scrolling through pics and videos from my time with Marcus. I ached for his hands on my face and ass and his thick cock inside my pussy.

I can't wait for him to come over in a few days and claim me forever.