Chapter 1
All through dinner he couldn't stop thinking about it. He looked across from him and saw the way that Susan kept smiling at him.
She had her black hair pulled up in a bun, and because it wasn't hanging down the side of her face, she looked so much more alluring. She had always had a beautiful looking face, with high cheek bones and a lovely smile, and with her hair up, those better features were accentuated even more.
"Alan, are you all right?" she asked him, as she playfully ran her tongue over her lips, in a seductive manner.
"Sure. Why do you ask me that?" he said, trying to cover for himself.
He knew that he had been looking at her in a strange way, which was just what she said to him.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I really am. I just think you look hot tonight."
He did, but that wasn't the reason he had been looking at her in such a way. In all honesty, he was looking for that sign.
That sign which Jimmy had been talking to him about earlier in the day, at the strip club that the two of them owned. They were partners in the club, and even though Alan had tried to hide what he had learned the night before or thought he had learned, Jimmy had picked up on it.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimmy had asked the brown-haired man.
"I think that Susan cheated on me the other day," he had said.
"How the fuck did you come to your decision?" his partner asked.
"The bed was a mess, and there were stains on it yesterday when I got home from work. I'm sure she had someone there."
"She works, Alan, so where the fuck would she get the time?"
"When you work in theater, you have a lot of free time. I'm sure she could have come home with any actor, fucked for a while, and then gone back to work. It would have happened so easily."
"Did you see any signs?" Jimmy had asked him then, and when Alan had been confused, Jimmy had started to explain the signs that he would look for.
He talked about the guilt, which would shine right through on a face of a guilty wife, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
The look, Jimmy assured him, would come through even more when he fucked her.
Alan had thought about fucking Susan the night before, and how nice it had been even though he had found the stains on the bed, earlier in the evening.
He remembered trying not to think about the fact that she might have cheated, only because each time that he did, he wouldn't feel as nice during the fucking. His cock had been feeling sensational as he had moved it in and out of her hot pussy, and he had looked at her face then.
She had seemed rather calm, and hot, and into what he was doing.
But there had been no look of guilt,, the way Jimmy had told him there would be. At least he didn't think that there was. After all, he had seen the stains first, fucked Susan second, and talked to Jimmy third.
He kept thinking about this night, when they would fuck. This night, he would look for the signs even more, just because he had some idea of what to look for.
"If she keeps her eyes closed too tight," Jimmy had said, "then chances are good that she's concentrating on someone else."
"It doesn't necessarily mean that," Alan had said to him.
"No, but there's a good chance of it. Just look at her face."
During the day, Alan had still felt shitty, after talking with Jimmy, and that was when he had gone to the store across the street. That was when he had bought all of the things that he had hidden up in the bedroom.
He had been glad that he got home before Susan did that day, so he could run up and hide everything before she got in.
But still, even after he had bought the stuff, he couldn't get his mind off of her. He couldn't stop thinking that she had stepped out on him, and so, at one point, he had decided that he would step out on her.
Actually, the whole thing, once again, had been Jimmy's idea.
"Look," his partner had said, for he had been ready to go out for a few hours and leave Alan alone in the club, "I don't know if I should trust you here. Your mind seems really all fucked up. You know what you need?"
"What?"
"A good blow job, just to get you relaxed. I'm sure that Selena would love it."
Selena was the hot blonde girl that they had just hired, and although she knew that Alan was married, she didn't give a shit. She had let him know, from the very first day that she had started, that she'd be more than willing to service him.
"I'm not looking for a steady relationship so with a married man, you're safe," she had said in her dressing room, as she had applied rouge to her tits, to look better when she was on stage shaking them around.
"A good blow job?" Alan had asked Jimmy. "Shit, then I'd be doing just what I think my wife is doing, but don't know for sure."
"No. Susan probably fucked another guy. You're just getting sucked. There is a huge difference. Besides, you're a guy and she's a girl. It's expected."
And so, that afternoon, just before Jimmy had left, Alan had walked into Selena's dressing room. She had had about fifteen minutes before going on, and when she had seen him walking in, she had smiled.
"Hey, big Al. You want something from me?" she had asked.
She was wearing nothing but a G-string, and she had been plucking at her nipples gently, to get them stiff, so she would know just where to apply the make-up, so that she could accentuate their looks.
"Well, Selena, I was just wondering whether . . . well, actually thinking that you . . . "
"Alan, you look uptight. How about a nice blow job?" she had asked then.
Of course, he couldn't have been happier. He smiled, which was a way of saying yes, and then she started to sink down to her knees.
She opened the zipper on his jeans and reached right inside. Since he hardly ever wore underwear, she found his cock in seconds. She had pulled out his hard, eight inch rod, and she had looked up at him.
"Shit, this is some fat dick. I love the way it looks. I'm sure I'm gonna love the way that it, tastes, but I'll let you know later."
And then, she had opened her mouth. She had licked the tip of his cock, licking away a drop of come, and then she had moved her mouth all the way down the shaft. Alan couldn't help but moan as he felt his cock head sinking into her throat.
The thing was, he and Susan had been married for over five years now. Although he had been running this strip club for over six years, he had not taken advantage of the extra benefits that he could get from the girls, at least not since he had met Susan.
Before meeting her, he would fuck one or two girls a day, but he had always told himself that when he met the right girl, he would stop that kind of shit.
So, when he met her, he had stopped.
Selena's mouth was the first mouth he had felt around his dick in over five years. Although he loved Susan, and felt much better when she gave him head, because of the emotional feelings involved, there was no way he could deny that Selena's mouth was extraordinary as well. She did this incredible number with her tongue, flicking it along the underside of his dick as she moved down on it.
Then, when she had the whole cock in her mouth, she flicked his balls with her tongue.
Alan had been quite happy with the way that felt. He had started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth faster, and he had moved his fingers to her nipples. He had plucked on them more than she had been plucking on them before, and he had felt the way that they throbbed in his hand.
He hadn't noticed what she was doing for awhile, because he was getting off on the surging feeling in his dick and balls.
But after a few seconds, he had seen the way her arm was moving, so fast, that her flesh was just a blurred image.
Then, he had looked down. She had slipped out of her G-string, and was fingering her hot pussy, right in front of him.
Alan had loved the thick blonde muff that she had, and even more, he had loved the color of her hot red cunt lips. He had been able to see the glistening wetness there, so that he knew she was coming all over her fingers. In fact, he did see a line of wet juices running down her thigh.
At that moment, she had had his cock head in her throat, and her tongue had been doing the most amazing flicking number on his balls. He wondered, for only a brief moment, how Selena managed to breathe while she did that, but he really didn't think it was such an important thing to think about.
She was managing to do it, and that was all that counted.
About five minutes later, he had felt his cock pulsating hard, to the point where he knew that he couldn't hold back. He had started to moan as she ran her hand over his balls, almost as if she could feel the way they were contracting a bit.
Then, he had moaned loud, to let her know he was going to come'.
As the first load of come had shot onto her tongue, he knew that she had to love it, just because of the tense throbbing he felt in her nipples, at that very same moment that he came. Her nipples continued to throb like that, and he saw her blurred image of a hand moving faster and faster in her cunt.
She had been breathing heavier, too, and he knew that she was having a nice orgasm at the same time that he was.
After she had sucked him dry, she had stood up and licked her lips.
"Alan, that is a good, tasty dick. I'd love to taste it in my pussy one day."
"You can't taste a cock in your pussy," he had laughed.
"Oh no? Well, you're never going to know that unless you enter me, and I'm not going to tell you anymore about it."
They had both laughed, and then, she had asked him something.
"Why?"
It was a simple enough question. She had come on to him a long while back, when she had first started to work, and he hadn't done anything. Now, she wanted to know what made him decide, all of a sudden, to let her suck him off.
So, he had told her about his wife, and how he thought she had cheated on him the day before, and Selena had smiled.
"I see. Fight fire with fire," she said to him.
"No, it's not quite like that. I can't get it out of my head. I'm really quite pissed off about it, Selena. Jimmy suggested the blow job."
"Then why didn't he give it to you?" she had asked, and they had both laughed again.
Then, Jimmy had called Selena. It was her turn to get on stage and strut her stuff.
As Jimmy had left, so that he could come back about five hours later and take over as manager for the night, Alan had taken his place in front. He had moved there just in time to see Selena come out and do her dance.
She had started with pasties and a G-string, and when she had taken off her pasties so that the horny lot of men could see her tits. There had been screams from all of the men. Her nipples looked hotter than ever.
In fact, Alan had thought, Selena was hotter that afternoon than he had ever seen her before. Having worked in a club like this for years, he didn't really get so turned on watching the girls up there anymore.
That was not to say that he didn't get turned on by women. He loved to eat a broad and fuck a broad. He loved sex.
But watching was just all right, and when you saw enough of it, the turn-on was no longer there. But that afternoon, for Alan, it had been.
When Selena had taken off her G-string, and had started to parade around in front of the men, stooping low so that they could look up her slit, and slip some money up there for her, Alan had felt his cock getting hard again. He had seriously considered fucking her after the performance, which went on much longer than usual.
When it was over, and the next girl was on, Alan had gone into her dressing room to tell her how hot he had thought she was.
"I can see by your hard-on that you liked it," she laughed. "I could get rid of that hard-on for you in a second. Well, make it ten minutes so that you can feel some hot sensations from it. How about it?"
"You mean that you want to give me another blow job?" he asked.
"No," she had laughed. "I mean that I want you to fuck me."
But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to do that. He told her that he wanted to wait until he got home and fuck his wife.
"Why?" Selena had asked, trying to hide her hurt. "You got something special for her or something? What's wrong with me?"
But he hadn't even answered that, for the truth was, he had something special for Susan. He was going to punish that bitch for cheating on him.
He was thinking about it again at dinner that night, when she asked him, a second time, what he had on his mind.
"Nothing," he said to his wife. "I guess I'm just thinking about how horny I am. You look so good with your hair up and all."
"Well, after I clean up, we can go up to the bedroom and I'll let my hair down."
"Terrific," he said, and he rubbed his leg against hers under the table.
He was showing so much affection for her, in order to try and cover the hatred that he was feeling. It was the first time since they had been married that he had ever felt this way toward her.
And when she smiled at him, he loved her again, but there was still that hate.
He thought about all the love-hate relationships in the world, and how hate was just as important a part of love as the love itself was. You had to really Jove a person in order to be able to hate them so much, too.
He didn't even think about the fact that he had cheated on her just that afternoon, because it had just been a blow job, and a blow job was not at all like fucking. You didn't even have to do anything when you got a blow job, but stand there.
"How's the play coming?" he asked her, later, as she was cleaning up in the kitchen and he was looking at the way her tight pants hugged her ass.
"Pretty good," she said.
She was only the prop mistress for this off-Broadway thing, but she loved what she was doing, because it didn't really involve full time work.
"Anyone interesting in the play?" he asked her, and of course, there was a reason for his wanting to know that. He could envision some hot actor fucking his wife on their bed, yesterday afternoon.
They probably took a break, came home, fucked, then went back to the theater.
He was so sure that was what happened.
"No, no one too interesting," she said. "But you know something? The best thing about doing this show is that the theater is only three blocks from here."
If anything, that convinced him even more of the fact that she had come home with someone. After all, what was three blocks? You could walk that in a few minutes, fuck, then go back to the theater, and no one would even know you were gone.
He tried to hide the rage that was building up inside of him once again.
"I'm going up to the bedroom and get ready," he said to her.
"Ready?" she laughed. "You don't have to do much to get ready but get undressed."
"Right. Well, that's what I'm doing," he said.
Of course, she didn't know what he had in mind for her. She didn't know that he had bought all kinds of bondage devices, and that he was going to beat the shit out of her. But first, he had to set things up, because he knew that he would never be able to tie her up willingly. He had to slip it onto her subtly.
He ran up to the bedroom and reached under the bed. He pulled out two of the leather straps that he had bought, and he started to make slip knots with each one of them. Then, he tied the ends to the bedposts, and hid each noose under the pillows, so that she wouldn't see them until it was too late.
He knew that she would hate it. He just knew it.
For as he undressed, he thought about their hot sexual relationship.
When they had first started to go out, she knew what he did for a living, and it made things so much easier for him. For most men dating girls, it was hard to first bring up sex, but since it was related to his business, it had been easy.
He had even taken her to the club on the first date, and although she hadn't really loved watching pussies on parade, she knew that many people made good money doing it, so she had nothing against it.
He even thought that it had loosened her up enough so that she gave him a blow job on that first date. He had taken her back to her apartment and they had started to kiss and press their bodies together.
Then, within seconds, Susan had sunk to her knees, and she had taken his cock into her mouth. She had started to suck him, rather well, and Alan had come soon.
On their next date, they had fucked each other, and there had been no bullshit.
They had gone out to the movies, and while they had been sitting there, she had moved her hand to his pants. She had slid her hand onto his groin, and soon, his cock had been rock hard. Susan had moaned softly, and halfway through the boring Swedish film, she had leaned over and whispered to him.
"Let's get the fuck out of here. I'd rather fuck than be bored."
They had gone back to his place, and they had had a joint and some wine.
Then, he had brought her into his bedroom. He had started to kiss her all over her face, and when his lips were on her neck, he remembered, he had learned just how sensitive she was there.
She had been moaning louder than ever as he licked her neck, and his fingers had been moving their way down to her blouse.
Within seconds, he had had her blouse open, and he had seen her firm breasts. They were two of the loveliest tits he had ever laid eyes on, and when she had smiled, he had kissed her on the lips again.
Soon, they had both been naked. Alan had started to suck on one nipple while his fingers had moved through her thick cunt bush. He had always loved it when a girl had a nice thick cunt bush, and there was no doubt about that in his mind. After all, he had seen hundreds of strippers come and go, so he had probably seen more cunt in a matter of months, than most men saw in their entire lifetime.
Susan's thick bush had turned him on so much, that he had soon licked his way down. Before he had even started to lick her cunt lips, he had sucked on the hairs, because he had really gotten off on the flavor of them.
Then, when she had been thrusting up and down enough, he had slid his tongue down over her red cunt lips.
They had parted instantly, to let his probing tongue move inside of her. He had started to flick her clit back and forth as fast as he possibly could, and within seconds, he had been tasting his first load of cream from her.
Alan was never one to make a girl come once and then stop.
After all, being in the sex business, he had always liked to know as much as he could, and he tended to keep up with all the latest surveys. One that had come out at the time had been about oral sex on women.
The thing that most women complained about was when a man would start to eat them and stop after one orgasm.
Most of them thought it was the suckiest thing a man could do. After all, a woman could come more than once, and most women loved oral sex more than anything else. When a man would make them come once, and then keep eating so that they could have another one or two orgasms to top off the first one, they loved that man.
Since Alan had been trying to get Susan to really love him, he had made sure not to pull away from her pussy after making her come once.
Of course, loving the taste of cunt helped a great deal. He knew that if he hadn't learned to love the taste of a pussy, he probably would have hated being down there. He could even remember a time, the first time, in fact, when he had eaten a cunt, and had wondered how men could love it? It had tasted like shit, back then.
"But it's an acquired taste," a friend of his had said, to reassure him.
And sure enough, after eating a few more cunts in his lifetime, Alan had started to love it, to the point where he couldn't get enough of it.
So that first night with Susan, when they had been in his apartment, he had kept his head buried between her legs for a long time. She had even wrapped her legs around his head at one point, when she had been having her second orgasm, and he had laughed.
It was almost as if she had been expecting him to pull back then, and didn't want him to because the feelings were too great.
He had made her come three times while eating her, and he had felt the way his own cock was throbbing like crazy. He knew that if he had played with himself, just a little, he would have come so hard.
But he was the type who could not come without direct physical contact to his cock, even if it meant just a few jerks of the shaft, so he had made sure not to jerk on his cock while eating her.
Before he could even get into her cunt then, she had told him that she wanted to suck him, and in some ways, he had liked the fact that she was honest about it. Most girls would have never admitted that kind of a desire.
He had loved it for another reason, too, and they had talked about it later. He had moved his cock to her mouth, and within a few seconds, he had started to come. She had eaten his come, and smiled around his cock.
Then, as he had laid on the bed beside her, he had apologized.
"For what?" she had asked, tugging on his limp dick at the time.
"For coming in your mouth so fast," he said. "I know that you wanted to suck me and just didn't have the time."
"When I suck you I suck you so you'll come in my mouth, which is what you did. Who cares how long it takes? Now, if you had fucked me with that ready to shoot cock, and you had come in my cunt in a few seconds, I would have been pissed. Now, we can wait for you to get hard again, and when you do, we can have a nice, long fuck."
And that was just what they had done. They had rested for a while, had talked more so that they could learn about each other's dreams, and when he had gotten hard again, she had laid back and spread her legs.
"Now don't come too fast in me this time," she had said to him.
Of course, that was the very last thing he had in mind. He knew that it would take him a while to even get worked up to the point where he would think about coming, and he knew something else.
He never came in a girl right away, when his cock would first pulse. He would always slow down to make the fuck pleasures linger.
There had been one or two exceptions, before meeting Susan.
On occasion, before he had met his wife, he would feel horny and fuck one of the girls before they would go on stage.
It usually worked out good for all involved. He would get his rocks off, and he would do it fast. When he would first feel his cock pulsing, even if it was five seconds after he had entered, he would just let himself shoot. After all, he didn't really care that much about the girl. The orgasm was what counted.
But, it worked out good for the strippers, too. There was a certain glow that a woman had after a fuck, even if it wasn't fully satisfying, and the girls that he would fuck would always have that glow before going on stage. They would look hotter, as a result, and turn the customers on more, too. And that, of course, led to more money from the customers.
For the way the clubs worked, the girls would parade their pussies in front of the men, and the man would stick money into the cunts. Some of them would stick bills into the metal chain that went around the stage.
Alan had noticed how much better some of the girls would do when they'd go on stage with that after-fuck glow about them.
But when he was taking fucking seriously, it was a whole different matter. When he was as concerned with turning the girl on as he was with turning himself on, he would make sure never to come right away.
So, when he had been fucking Susan that first night, it had taken quite a while for his cock to reach that point where he felt himself pulsing, and then, he had slowed down so that he wouldn't come in her right away.
She had felt how good the cock pulsations were, and just as he had started to slow down, she had been moaning about how she wanted him to, so that when he did, they both had a good laugh about it.
"Your cock is so fat," she had said to him. "It's the fattest cock that I've ever had inside of me, and I love it."
"Let's make something clear right now," he had told her. "I don't want to know about any of the other cocks you had before me. I know that you've had some, just as I've had many other cunts. But let's forget about it."
She had loved the idea of it, and had been more than willing not to talk about it.
When he knew that he could start fucking her again without the threat of coming, he had started to fuck her once more, thrusting in and out with full strokes, so that at times, he had her thinking that his cock was going to fall out of her when he was pulling all the way back.
But he had fucked enough to know his dick well, and he knew just where his cock head would rest, so that he never did fall out.
That first fuck they had had was sensational, he recalled, and when it reached the point where he knew he would come, their bodies were both dripping with sweat.
He had felt the way she was spasming around his cock, as he was pulsing, and he had moaned that he was going to come soon.
Then, he had started to shoot, and he had fucked her faster and harder for the last few seconds, so that she started to have another orgasm around his dick, as he was still shooting off inside of her.
He knew enough about fucking and orgasms . to know that it was not everyday that people had simultaneous orgasms. Those who said that they did were usually lying through their teeth, especially those who claimed to have them all the time.
The fact that the two of them had been able to do it the very first time that they fucked had turned Alan on a hell of a lot. He had started to kiss Susan on the lips again as his cock still pumped, and then, he thought about something else.
Her neck. He had moved his lips to her neck then and he had started to kiss her hard. She had been moaning even louder, and her last few pussy spasms had practically sucked the juices right out of his dick.
They had fucked each other quite a lot before getting married, and had tried it in all kinds of positions. One which Susan loved a lot, and had loved him a lot for wanting to try, was when she rode his cock, by sitting on it.
"Most of the men I've been with, and I won't even say which men, feel threatened by it," she had told him. "They like it better when they ride me. They think that I have too much power when I ride them."
But he had loved it, and why shouldn't he have loved it?
Fucking, although a hell of a lot of fun, also involved a great deal of work, as far as exerting energy went. It was not easy to thrust in and out of a woman for a few hours.
It could really be tiresome, and, when and if you started to think that way, your pleasures could have a tendency to subside in a second.
When she rode him, all that he had to do was lay back, and let her ride his cock up and down. When he put his hands behind his head, and smiled, she moved her fingers to his under arms and plucked at the brown hairs. She also ran her fingers through the thick hair on his chest, massaging his hidden nipples at the same time, until they had stiffened and had stuck out of the forest of hair.
Each time she had felt him pulsing, she had slowed down. She had played with his balls at times, too, and that had felt sensational.
When he had come inside of her, he had loved it. She had started to ride his cock even faster as he had started to shoot off, and so, the pleasure had had a chance to build up even more.
Then, there had been the time when he had fucked her asshole.
They had talked about it for the longest time. He had wanted to explore it, and she had not been all that willing. But then, he had given her a warm enema to clean her out and loosen her up, and when she had shit out all the water and wiped herself, he had started to eat her asshole.
As he had been doing that, he had been playing with her cunt at the same time. He had been wiggling her clit back and forth, and the feeling that she got from the two things he did was sensational.
Alan remembered the way her pussy juices had been flooding his fingers. He remembered the large wet stain that had been left on the bed under her cunt, all because of the rapid flow of cream from her pussy.
It hadn't taken him long to loosen her asshole up so that it was opening and closing around his tongue. At the same time, he had been digging his tongue in deeper, and making sure that he was wetting her asshole with saliva lubrication.
He had known to wait until she begged him for it, and as soon as she did, he had slid up her body. He had eased his cock into her asshole gently, and the moans that she had let out, let him know that she loved it.
His fingers had never left her cunt, and he had felt the way her cunt never stopped coming as she was getting it up the ass.
They had rolled onto their sides, too, so that she was moving her ass back and forth against his dick at certain times.
Since her ass was tighter than her cunt, and his cock was fat, like she always told him, she had been able to feel it when his dick had started to throb inside of her, and she had started to moan about it.
"No, don't come in me yet," she had moaned to him. "Don't come in me yet. This feels too good, and I don't want it to end."
It had been easy for him to slow down, and when he had started up again, and had known that he could still go a while without having to worry.
When he had finally started to come in her asshole, Susan had been moaning louder than he had heard her moaning in the longest time. He had felt her cunt spasming tighter around his fingers, too.
They had explored so many things, except for one thing, and Alan could remember the one time when he had tried to tie her up.
He had hidden a rope under the bed, and when she had been turned on, he'd tried to slip it around her.
"No," she had said, laughing a bit, and she had pushed him away playfully.
And because she had done everything with a hint of humor in her voice, as if she still wanted him to do it, but was just playing a game, he had tried to get her tied up again and again, until she had slapped him.
The force of her slap had been serious, he could tell, and soon, she had burst into tears, crying hysterically.
Of course, he had dropped the ropes on the floor, and he had started to kiss her neck, but even that time it didn't work.
"What is it?" he asked her. "What's wrong, Sue? I was just trying something new, and I really didn't know it would freak you out so much."
"He tried it with me, too," she was sobbing. "That was how he once tried to get me and I hated it. I hated it."
"Who?" he had asked, even though he really didn't want to know.
After all, they had made that deal with each other. What had happened in the past was the past, and they didn't want to know about it.
"Daddy," she said to him, through her tears.
He knew that her father had been dead for years, and it had really stunned him to hear that he had taken her once, or so it seemed. When he had managed to calm her down more, he had learned the whole story.
It had happened one night when her father had been drunk. He had snuck into her room while she had been sleeping, and he had tied her hands together behind her back. Then, he had started to push her nightie up so that he could finger her pussy, and that was when she had awoke.
He had told her that he was going to take her, and there was nothing that she could do. She had been terrified when she had pulled her hands, only to feel the rope cutting into her wrists hard, so that there was some blood.
She had thought about screaming, but he had told her how much more he would hurt her if she did. Anyway, when she had opened her mouth to scream, he had gotten onto the bed and had rammed his cock into her mouth.
Susan didn't want to lose her virginity that way, by her father, and so, she had just done the first thing she could think of.
She had bit as hard as she could, grinding her teeth into his cock.
He had been the one who screamed, and his screams had gotten her mother up and running into the room. When she woman had seen Susan and her father, she had started to hit the man, hard.
She had pulled him off of her daughter, and had kicked him a few times. Then, she had sent him back to his room, and had untied Susan.
Later that night, Susan had heard a whipping sound coming from the room, and she had had no desire to go and see what was happening, although, she had fantasized, and had hoped that it was her mother getting her father, and not vice versa.
"So you see, the thought of being bound freaks me out," she had said to Alan, when she had been able to compose herself enough. "Just because each time that it happens, I think about how my father could have been the first."
"It could be a whole new experience though," Alan had said to her.
"I knew, but still, I don't want to do it. Besides, I like using my hands. I love to rub your back and your buttocks when you're fucking me."
And he knew how true it was, because he loved the way it felt.
But that night, he kept thinking, it was going to be different.
He thought that tying her and whipping her was the most fitting punishment he could think of. It would teach her never to cheat on him again, because it would scare her so much. After all, he knew how scared she was about being tied up.
This night, he kept thinking, he wasn't going to pull back when she started to cry on him. He was going to keep her tied, no matter what.
Alan was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, rubbing his hand up and down his hard cock and moaning softly, when the door opened. Susan stepped into the room and smiled at him.
Then, she walked right over to the bathroom.
"I'll be out in a second," she said. "Don't let that dick of yours shoot without me. I just want to get myself ready."
He smiled at her, until the door closed, and then, he was angry.
It was his imagination running wild again. He could see an image of some other man sitting on the bed, yesterday afternoon, and Susan walking into the bathroom and telling that man the same thing she had just told him.
It pissed him off, and he leaned over and looked under the bed.
He had pulled the bedspread down on one side, so that it was hanging onto the floor. That way, he knew, Susan wouldn't be able to see all he things that he had bought to use on her. She had always told him how fat his cock was, and how it had taken her some time to get adjusted to his size.
Well, he was thinking, just wait until she sees this fat dildo.
When he had bought the thing, he had been so surprised at how big it was. He had even asked the man at the store if people really used something like that.
"I just couldn't imagine a cunt wide enough to take this in," he had said.
The man had laughed, and he had explained that once it was in, the cunt was wide enough, whether it wanted to be or not. Then, the man had winked at him, and Alan had known that it would bring pain.
Bringing pain to Susan, he was thinking, was the only way he was going to work all this shit out, and he looked forward to it.
He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand, which made him think about what a turn-on this whole thing would be.
Then, the bathroom door opened, and she stepped out.
She had stripped herself naked, and had let her hair down. He loved the way it bounced up and down on her shoulders, lightly, as she walked toward him. She had a beautiful smile on her face, which seemed to radiate the love that she had for him.
Alan noticed that her tits were as lovely and firm as they had been when he had first married her, and that was sensational.
She walked right up to him, and stood near him. He moved his hand to her thick bush and rubbed it gently, then let his fingers dance lightly over her cunt lips.
"It's so early," she said, looking at the clock. "I can tell that you have a nice, long session in mind tonight."
It was true. It was only seven-thirty, and they usually didn't go to bed until midnight. When they would start to make love this early in the evening, they would usually go at it until the time when they would fall out and go to sleep.
He started to finger her cunt, and sure enough, he could feel how wet she was already getting. She moaned softly, and he noticed the way her knees buckled a little bit. He made room for her to lay down next to him.
When she did, he moved onto his side and kissed her on the lips, then on the neck. As he did that, he moved his body on top of hers, He knew that she could feel his cock rubbing against her cunt lips, because of the way that she started to thrust herself up and down against him. Alan loved the way that was feeling, and decided he would enter her fast.
"Why?" she asked, as she felt him sliding it into her.
"I don't plan on coming right away, but I'm hot. I want to get into some fucking."
He started to slide his cock in and out of her cunt slowly, and he could hear the way that she was moaning softly.
Her pussy was already spasming around his cock, and he loved it.
He moved his lips to her neck then, and started to kiss her. He kept his eyes open, which was rare, but that night, he wanted to watch her face. When she started to get into it enough, she closed her eyes.
He thought about what Jimmy had said to him, but from the look on her face, it seemed like she wasn't concentrating on anything more than the fuck. It was as if she was just trying to think about the physical pleasures, and nothing more.
Alan moved his hand to one bedpost, and pulled the leather noose out from under the pillow. He had to shift his body weight a little bit to get the other one, and he looked at her face, happy that she didn't open her eyes.
Now, both of the confining nooses were ready, and all that was left was to bring her hands up to them.
He grabbed both of her hands, holding one in each of his own hands, and he started to pull them up over her head. By kissing her neck, still, he was able to keep her so turned on that she didn't even know what was happening.
"Oh, Alan, you are such a good fucker," she was moaning. "You're the only one for me, baby, the only fucking fucker for me."
She loved to curse when she was hot, for it made her hotter.
It was making him more angry, of course, since he was convinced that she had cheated, and what she was saying then had to be lies.
He could see how close her wrists were to the nooses, and he knew that he was going to have to slip them both through at the same time, because if she felt one, she would put up a fight before he could do the other.
It was easy. He kept his lips near her neck and flicked his tongue back and forth over one area, so that she was moaning louder.
Then, at the same moment, both leather nooses were slipped over her hands, onto her wrists, and he pulled them both tight.
He pulled himself right out and off of her, too.
She started to pull at her hands, and discovered that she was bound. She laughed a little bit, at first.
"Alan, I thought I told you that I didn't want this ever."
He reached for the thick whip under the bed, and lashed it across her white belly at the same moment that he screamed at her.
"That was a game," he yelled. "But this is for real. I know that you cheated on me, and you're gonna pay for it, you horny cunt."