{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7cddc71b-e389-4537-bcf2-f74547b9cf43","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-17T14:53:20.629Z","title":"A Husband's Revenge","slug":"a-husbands-revenge","shortId":"Ja23reHX","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"This is the husband's revenge for the visit of his wife's alter ego Una a couple of weeks ago. And it is a continuation of this loving couple's decent into a kinky new level in their marriage.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"fc23be1e-dbcb-435a-b082-8b668d61e378","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nA husband’s revenge\n\n\n\nShe was bent over the sink — hands\non each side — and she was ","wordCount":2892,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

A husband’s revenge

\n\n

She was bent over the sink — hands\non each side — and she was looking back at him in the mirror. Her pants\nand panties were down around her ankles, and her legs were open stretching\nthose panties rather badly. Her bare toes stuck out beyond the pants legs\nand the bright red polish on her toe nails gleamed. She was wearing a pair\nof fancy sandals and the toe strap sparkled with fake jewels. “This is so\nembarrassing,” she whispered, mouthing her words so that he could see what she\nwas saying.

\n\n

“That,\nmy dear,” by contrast his voice was clear and normal, “is part of the whole\npackage.”

\n\n

He\nwas grinning from ear to ear, and she averted her eyes . . . and just about\nthat point her body tightened as he pried open her butt cheeks with his fingers.\n “Oh god,” she mumbled, and her head dropped letting her hair fall forward\nonto her face. She felt totally open and totally vulnerable — now she\nfelt his finger rub her opening softly, and she also felt a warm sensation which\nshe knew was lubricant. “Please,” she moaned, “this is not going to\nwork.”

\n\n

“Shush,”\nhis voice was again normal volume and clear, “you lost the bet remember — this\nis going to happen — now relax your butt hole or it will hurt.”

\n\n

“I\ncan’t relax,” she snapped back — then caught her breath, “what if someone hears\nme?” But that thought quickly gave way to the more pressing reality that\nhis finger was now entering her — violating her . . . and he was putting it in\ndeep too . . . then he started to pump it in and out . . . coming all the way\nout and rubbing the crack area, then plunging it back inside . . . deep inside.\n He did this several times and she gasp each time, but slowly her reflex\nto tighten on his finger eased up and slowly she opened up back there.\n Maybe the fact that his other hand was now rubbing her clit helped, but\nwhatever it was the sensations were becoming blurred and confusing. She\nwas both horrified at what he was doing, and turned on by it.

\n\n

“I\ncould have made you get totally naked you know,” he talked softly now, his\nfingers doing their magic — one rubbing her clit in a gentle circular motion\nand the other fucking in and out of her butt hole.

\n\n

“I\nknow,” she breathed.

\n\n

“Then\nyou ought to be thankful . . . tell me that you are thankful,” the pace of his\nfinger action increased, “Tell me bitch!”

\n\n

“I am\nthankful,” her tone was one that said she was not at all thankful.

\n\n

“No you’re\nnot — tell me what you are thankful for . . . tell me!”

\n\n

She\nhesitated, shaking her head back and forth slightly, “that you let me keep my\ncloths on”. This time her tone was more gentle, more sincere.

\n\n

“Look\nat me,” he commanded, “and tell me again.”

\n\n

She\nlifted her head and looked at him in the mirror, her eyes were wide now, and\nher breathing was getting faster — his fingers were working their wizardly\nalchemic wonder on her and she was melting under their touch, “I thank you for\nletting me keep my cloths on.” Her eyes met his, “and I thank you for\nusing your bitch this way.”

\n\n

“Good,”\nhe replied, “now — cum for me bitch — cum right now — cum like the slut that\nyou know you are . . . cum!”

\n\n

“Oh .\n. .oh . . . yeeessss,” she breathed the words, which were not really words but\njust sounds, “Ohhhhh gooooood — I . . . uhhh,” her body began to shake, and her\nlegs grew weak — she slumped down still uttering strange sounds, but his\nfingers kept up their work and she shuddered even harder. But just as she\nwas about to fall he stopped. He was holding her up now — one hand (with his\nfinger inside her butt hole) grabbing hold from behind, and the other (with his\nfinger in her cunt) grabbing her from the front.

\n\n

“There\nnow,” he said calmly, “don’t you feel better?”

\n\n

“Huh?”\n She looked back up at his reflection, “I . . . I . . . yeah, I\nthink so.”

\n\n

“Good,”\nhe withdrew his fingers and hands, “now we will finish up and get out of here.

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

“But\nwhat if it falls out?” She whined.

\n\n

“Then\nyou will be really embarrassed,” he giggled, helping her pull up her panties .\n. . and then her pants.

\n\n

“I\ncan’t walk with that thing in there,” She was still whining, but she was fastening\nher pants shut at the same time.

\n\n

“You\nwill learn,” his smile was huge now as he turned to unlock the family restroom\ndoor. Outside, in the main body of\nthe store, Walmart customers were busy shopping for the holidays.\n “Besides, that is part of the fun — public humiliation sweetie — that is\npart of the fun.”

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

How does it feel?” \nHis voice was soft, and he spoke out of the corner of his mouth.

\n\n

“Weird,” she snapped, her eyes darting from right to left as the\nautomatic doors closed behind her and the parking lot came into full view. Then glancing at him, “how do you think\nif feels?”

\n\n

He chuckled quietly as they began to walk toward their van, which\nwas parked several spots up directly in front of them. Then he asked, his tone sounding\nserious, “Does it hurt?”

\n\n

She glanced back at him, a huge frown on her face, “Would you\ncare?”

\n\n

“Well,” he hesitated, and then added, “I don’t want it to hurt\nexactly, just a slight bit of humiliating irritation is all.”

\n\n

“Well you can be satisfied of that,” she snapped, “I think\neveryone is watching me.”

\n\n

“Well, my dear, that is because you are walking funny.” He reached out and took her hand,\nsmiling broadly.

\n\n

“Of course I am walking funny,” she growled, “what do you expect .\n. . with that thing inside of me . . . back there.”

\n\n

Now he laughed — not just a chuckle but a full blown laugh.

\n\n

“It isn’t funny,” she yanked her hand away from his just as they\nreached the van.

\n\n

“I bet your panties are soaked.” He was still giggling as he opened her passenger side door.

\n\n

“Well — you aren’t going to find out,” she began to climb into the\nseat just as his hand dropped down and patted her bottom, “Stop it!”

\n\n

“You love it,” his hand moved with more purpose now, finding the\nbulb end of the thing and giving it a gentle shove just as she turned to\nsettle into the seat.

\n\n

“You are so bad!” She put her hand on the door handle and began to\npull it shut, but her face betrayed her. \nHer eyes were sparkling, and there was just a hint of a smile tugging at\nthe edges of her mouth. She turned\nto him and mumbled softly, “You just wait – Una is going to visit again soon.”

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

He\nmoved with deliberate methodical intent as he checked each of her restraints.\n First the left wrist, then the left ankle, then the right, then up to the\nright wrist where, after testing the tie down strap, and cuff, his fingers\nmoved slowly along her inner arm — down to the arm pit where they stroked her\ngently . . . tickling that tender area for a few moments — then up to the\nshoulder . . . along it, dropping for a brief fondle of the naked right breast\n. . . just brushing over the nipple — then back to the shoulder and on to her\nface . . . touching her cheek, her chin — his finger trickling across her lips,\n“Today, my love . . . today you are mine, just like I belonged to Una a couple\nof weeks ago,” he touched her nose, ran his finger up the bridge of it, across\nher forehead, back down to her lips, “And today you learn the meaning of that.”\n He paused, his hand now moving to her left breast and cupping it tightly\nas he leaned over and kissed her softly — first on the lips, then her nose,\nthen her forehead. “You know about my clit fetish,” his hand letting go\nof her breast and his fingers gently pinching the nipple, “and how much I love\nthe female clit . . . and how badly I want to torment that lovely little jewel\ndown there.” Now he smiled — leaned down and kissed her lips again.\n The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know — she was scared, but\nit was a kind of thrill type of fright, anticipating, and wanting . . . this\nwas confirmed to him by the nipple which was now hard and erect . . . they both\nwere, and he knew she would be soaking wet too. “If I check you down\nthere will I find it lubricated?” His tone was jovial, “you little slut .\n. . you love this, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, and he did\nnot expect an answer, but she nodded her head anyway. Noticing this he\nasked, “what was that — tell me my sweet lovely bitch — do you love this?”

\n\n

“Yes,”\nit was barely audible.

\n\n

“What?”\n His tone now more firm, “What did you say — bitch?”

\n\n

“Yes,\nI love it,” her voice now louder, “but you scare me too. What are you\ngoing to do to me?”

\n\n

“Hurt\nyou of course,” he giggled. “I might even pinch it off today,” his giggle\nturned into a quick full out chuckle.

\n\n

Her\neyes were wide, she knew that he would never actually harm her, but she also\nknew that he could be rough, and she knew that he did like to pinch her clit —\nhard sometimes. He seemed to have this amazing intuitive sense of when to\ndo that — when it wasn’t really pain but was rather a stimulation to the\ninevitable orgasm that came soon after . . . or sometimes during that event.\n It was a mystery — it hurt bad . . . but then something in the pain and\nhumiliation also intensified the power of the orgasm making it amazing.

\n\n

“Today\nI have new plans for that little knob of yours,” his fingers began to stroke\nher cheek while his thumb rubbed across her lips, “fun things — things that\nwill drive you crazy with twisted tormented pleasure.” He sat down on the\nbed next to her, his left leg still touching the floor and his right tucked up\nunder him. His left hand began to rub up and down along her tightly drawn\narm while his right kept stroking her cheek. “But first we need to build the\nmoment don’t you think?” He smiled again.

\n\n

She\ntrembled — her whole body quivered . . . it was involuntary and only a short\nmoment in time, but it was noticeable. “Wow!” He stopped stroking\nher, “what was that?” His left hand moved to rearrange his now stiffing\nmanhood. Up to now he had been only marginally aroused, but her shiver of\nfright had changed that. His right hand now moved down from her cheek to\nher crotch — it wasn’t a gentle move either, it was quick and forceful — his\nfinger began to probe into her lips, to seek that magic button of hers.\nSuddenly his need to do this was strong. Leaning down now, he kissed her\nagain — a hard probing kiss this time — his tongue lusty in its quest to press\ninto her mouth.

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

Her\nfirst orgasm had been swift — sharp — coming on fast but not lasting long.\n He had found her clit with his finger, and he had used that finger with\nexpert skill — as he always did — and the mixture of fear and anticipation\nalong with the physical sensations moved her to that explosive moment quickly.\n Now she was elevated to that place where her desire overpowered all else\n— he could use her as he pleased and she would respond without resistance\nbecause she was helpless in her need to feel another release, to keep going\ndown that path to the oblivion of pleasure — that place where all she could\nthink off was how good it felt . . . even when it hurt. And she was now\nbeginning to see how much it was going to hurt . . ..

\n\n

“See\nthese,” he held up a cloths pin with his left hand — opening it and closing it\nas he did so, “guess where they are going to go?”

\n\n

“Ohhhhhh,”\nshe sighed. It wasn’t a word really, just a sound — a gushing of air\nmixed with a tone.

\n\n

“Not\nto worry my love,” he purred, “I will be gentle . . . and only on the lips at\nfirst . . . the clit later maybe, but not right away I don’t think.” He\npaused, watching her eyes. They were wide with fear, and glossy with\ndesire, “Eventually that is where they will go — but we need to take it slow —\nlet you adjust to your status as my cunt,” he giggled. He liked calling\nher a cunt. He didn’t really know why, he loved her with all of his heart\nand he would never tolerate anyone else talking to her in any way except with\npure respect, but now — in this situation — he liked calling her his cunt, and\nhis bitch, and his nasty fuck toy . . . it made him feel strangely excited,\nlike she was his personal whore, and it gave him the freedom to abuse her . . .\nand he loved to abuse her clit. ‘I wonder,’ he thought, ‘why I have this\nfascination with the female clit? Probably because it is so unique and so\nsensitive.’

\n\n

“Those\nare going to hurt,” she blurted it out.

\n\n

“Yes\n— probably, but I will be gentle with them.”

\n\n

She\nfelt his fingers pull her open down there — felt them pull her right pussy lip\nup and then felt the sharp sting as the first clip closed on it . . . and a few\nmoments later another sting as the next, and the next were applied. First\nto the right lip, then to the left — three on each side. Then that\nfeeling mixed with one of sheer desire as he began to massage her opening — not\nher clit this time, but her opening — that special area down there where weird\nand wonderful sensations originated — then inside — the G spot — now the clit —\nback to the G spot, then the special area in-between — the lips stretched out —\nthe feelings of pain and pleasure mixing . . . mixing into the mind blowing\nmoment of her next — and more intense — orgasm.

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

“What\nare you doing?!” She cried out, “Oh my god — that feels so weird!”\n Her toes were pointed like arrows, and she was quivering — was she still\ncumming? Was she still even able to cum? The feeling in her clit\nwas intense beyond belief. “Oh my god — oh that is soooooo intense . . .\nwhat are you doing?!”

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

He\nhad been relentless . . . ‘how many times’ she wondered, ‘have I cum?’. Could\nit even be counted — sometimes one quivering inner burst simply subsided\nbriefly before flowing into the next one in a longish blur of mind numbing\nbliss. Intense, and strange . . . and now she could not even tell what he\nwas doing down there — her clit could feel him, but she could not tell what he\nwas doing. Was he rubbing it? Squeezing it? Pinching it? She\ncould not tell any longer — it was just an ongoing intense sensation of . . .\nof . . . of pleasure? Pain? She knew she would be sore — real, real sore\n— but at the moment she didn’t even care. He had used her — used her hard\n—called her nasty names — degraded her womanhood — violated her most privet\nplaces . . . and she had loved it, and had cum, and cum, and cum.

\n\n

‘What\nis he doing now?!’ Something different — his finger was rubbing on her\nbutt hole — rubbing it softly. There were still the intense feelings\ncoming from the clit too – she was sure that the clothespin was still attached\n-- and the area just below it, and both mixed together were so erotic, so . . .\nso . . .”Ohoooo,” she gasp as his finger entered her back there - probed into\nher rectum. She was being violated anally . . . and she felt another\nquivering inside as another orgasmic spasm took hold . . . “Oh my god,” she\nbreathed.

\n\n

“Now\nthat you are properly lubricated,” his voice was soft and seemed to come from\nfar away, “we will plug you . . . the middle sized plug this time I think.”\n

\n\n

She\nfelt herself being pried open back there, and then there was an intense\nsensation of pain, followed by the most strange feeling of violation and\nstimulation she had ever felt . . . and all the while the sensation in her clit\ncontinued — he was her only reality now — she belonged to him totally.

\n\n

“Now\nmy dear,” his voice was louder — husky, and filled with lust, “it is my turn.”\n

\n\n

She\nopened her eyes and saw him raised above her, his cock was huge — it was\nsticking out in front of his stomach and it was throbbing. She could see\nthe tip glistening with drops of pre-cum . . . one of them dripping onto her\nout-stretched leg just below where the cloths pins held open her lips. He was\nstroking himself with his left hand as he reached down and spread her with his\nright. Then in a quick smooth motion he descended upon her and she felt\nhim enter her now open and very hungry cunt-hole. It felt fantastic.\n The weird feelings of being plugged in her butt, and the painful\nsensitivity of her clit gave way to a near unconscious wave of orgasmic\npleasure — and she felt loved! She felt fulfilled! She felt\ncompleted! She had been used, tormented, humiliated, called a cunt and a\nbitch — and other things she could not even remember . . . and it was\nwonderful, it was as it should be — she was his, and she was happy.

\n\n

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