Chapter 8
Susan had her hands tied behind her back and she could feel the way that Philip was ramming his cock in and out of her mouth.
She had her eyes closed, though, for this had been going on a long time.
Not the face fucking, she kept thinking. The cheating.
The play had opened two months back, and had gotten rave reviews, to the point where they were thinking of moving it to Broadway.
She and Philip had started their affair back before the play had even opened, and they had been getting it on at least once a day.
While they had been rehearsing, he would take many breaks, so that they could go off and fuck, so they had been doing it more than once a day back then. After the play had opened, they would fuck during the intermission, and then usually after the final curtain, before she would go home.
The curtain had come down about a half an hour ago, and she had gone into his dressing room, and she had undressed.
When he had come in, he had found her waiting for him. He had stripped off his costume, and then, he had tied her wrists together. He had pushed her down on her knees and he had started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.
She seemed to be in some strange state of mind, he could tell.
He started to pull his cock back out of her mouth, and he lifted her to her feet.
He pushed her over the chair, the way he had taken her the first time, and he started to rub his cock against her buttocks from behind.
She moaned softly when he moved his cock to her cunt from behind, and he pulled back, because he could hear something in the moan. He was a good enough actor to know when someone else was acting.
He rolled her over on her back, and even though the top half of her body was still over the back of the chair, he didn't seem to care. He pulled on her nipples hard, and she let out another one of those moans.
"All right, Susan, tell me what it is," he said to her.
"What is?" she asked him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He slapped her hard, and she let out a moan. She was still into getting abused, no matter what. In fact, Philip had noticed how much more she got into it as each day passed by, and he thought that one day, she was going to grow up to be a real masochist.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said. "It used to be so hot when we would fuck each other, and now, it sucks."
"What do you expect? We've been doing it now for almost three months."
He slapped her again, for being such a snotty cunt, and then, he laughed.
"Three months," he said to her. "Only three fucking months. Susan, if all sexual relationships got bad after three months, there wouldn't be a marriage in this world that would last."
"Marriage?" she asked him, and he knew he had struck a raw nerve.
"Yeah. As a matter-of-fact, you had been married for about five years before you started making it with me. Your marriage lasted that long, and the sex was that good, or at least you let me think it was. How come you and your husband could have it good for five years, and we can't even make it past four months?"
His hard cock was resting on her pubic patch, and she couldn't wait for him to enter her, but for one simple reason.
He usually was very quiet when he was fucking her, and she was just not in the mood for any bullshit talk that night. She was feeling bad enough.
She tried to move her hand down to his cock, and she felt the way the rope cut into her wrist even more, for she had forgotten that she was bound.
He knew what she wanted, and thought he could get an answer from her. He slid his cock into her cunt and started to thrust hard and fast. He loved the sound that his groin made as it lapped against her.
When he could feel the way her cunt was starting to throb around his cock and he knew that she was about to come, he slowed down.
"All right, now tell me what the fuck is going on?" he said.
She had been left hanging, and she hated him for doing it. He knew that she was about to come, and he had stopped before she could. She wanted to kill him.
"I don't want to talk. Let's just keep fucking."
"You've been saying that for the longest time now," he told her. "We can't just have a relationship that's based on fucking."
"Why not?" she asked. "What the hell do you think this one is to me?"
He stopped moving right then and there, and he moved his fingers to her nipples. He started to pinch them harder than ever, and he was twisting them too, almost as if he was going to pull them off.
He was really insulted. He had thought that he meant much more to her than that. She had led him on to believe that he did. "What are you talking about?" he asked her. "You telling me that all I am to you is a good lay? That's all?"
"Yes. I thought that you knew that, Philip. I never tried to hide anything from you. I thought that you knew it. I still love my husband."
"But who makes you feel better during a fuck?" he asked her.
"You do. You know that. I've told you what to do. But I love him. He makes love to me too, and although it's not as good as this, I still love him."
"And he loves you?" Philip asked her.
In all the time that they had been seeing each other, they had managed to avoid talking about Alan as much as possible. She had been the one to let him know that she preferred to not say anything about him.
After all, she was cheating on him, and she didn't want o be reminded of him in the middle of one of her cheating sessions.
"Yes, he loves me," she said to him. "We still love each other very much."
"Well if he loves you, he would give you what you need to get turned on."
He started to fuck her even harder, and she could feel the way her cunt was starting to spasm around him, more and more. He moaned when he felt his cock pulsating inside of her, and he licked her neck when he started to come.
He had been with her enough to know what a sensitive neck she had.
She could feel his come shooting into her, and she loved it, but she was still feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing.
He held his cock inside of her until all the come had been shot out, and then he pulled back, and rolled her over.
He slapped her on the ass, once, nice and hard, and then he started to untie her.
Susan began to put on her clothes, and as she did, he smiled.
"You're not going to shower?" he asked her. "You usually do."
"I feel like getting home," she said to him.
"I see. To your husband. You know, Susan, maybe you and I should call this whole thing off. I don't like fucking a girl when she's thinking about someone else."
"Isn't that funny?" she asked, but she was close to tears. "When I'm with him, I think about you fucking me hard, but when I'm with you, and you're doing it, I think about him, and wish he was doing what you're doing."
"You stupid bitch. Why the fuck don't you tell him that?"
She had been thinking about it for the longest time.
When she had first started to make it with Philip, she had felt that it would be all right. She didn't really think of it as cheating, although that was exactly what it was. She thought of it more as getting what she wanted, because her husband didn't give it to her the way that she needed it.
But as the months had passed by, she had been getting more and more frustrated.
Philip had just hit the nail right on the head. . Why the fuck didn't she just go home and tell him what she wanted already?
She knew that if she went on with two men, she was just going to split in two.
"Thanks for the advice," she said to him, and she got dressed even faster and then ran out of the theater.
She ran the three blocks to her apartment, and when she .got there, she called out to see if Alan was home.
He was. He had been sitting in the bedroom playing with his hard cock, thinking about his wife the whole time.
He had had enough of Selena. She was really hot, but she was starting to fall in love with him, and he knew that was bad. He loved Susan, and new that he could never leave her, and having his mistress fall in love with him could only lead to trouble.
He already thought that Selena was the type to tell Susan.
When he heard her call, he was thinking of telling her the whole thing.
But then, he looked up and saw her standing near the bedroom door, stark naked. Her body looked like it had just been used, he thought, for she had that after-fuck glow, plus, there was some cream running down her thigh.
"Where the fuck were you?" he asked her, and she smiled.
"Getting tied and beaten, and thinking about you. I've been having an affair with Philip Lang for two months now, maybe more, and I don't want him. I want you. I want you to tie me and beat me the way you did it that night."
"What?" he asked her, although he -was already getting off the bed.
He walked toward his drawer, where he had hidden all of the leather gear after using it on her the one time.
He pulled everything out of the drawer, as she explained.
She told him everything that had happened to her, starting back with that time when she had let Philip use the bed. She made sure to tell him that she had not been the one in bed with him though, and Alan believed her.
There was no reason not to. She seemed like she was telling the truth, and she did go on and tell about her other times with Philip.
She talked about the way he had taken her in his dressing room, and how she had loved it when he had tied her.
"But that was only because you had tied me the night before and I had loved it," she said to Alan. "I've thought about you all those times when he's been making me, and I've been hoping you would."
She was so confused when he started to laugh, but then, he started to tell her all about Selena, and how he had been using her.
Basically, they both had the same problem. They loved each other, but didn't think that the other would get turned on so sexually by what the other one needed.
Susan started to laugh, too, until she felt the whip hitting her.
She started to moan then, for he had hit her right on the thigh, and she could feel the way her pussy was responding. He moved closer to her and pulled her hands behind her back, then forced her down on her knees.
"We have a lot of time to make up for," he said to her. "A hell of a lot of time. I'm going to fuck you blind, baby."
He moved his hard cock to her mouth, and when she opened her mouth to take him in, he slapped her across the face with his hand.
He took a few steps back, his hard cock sticking straight out.
"On your knees and come to me," he sad to her. "I want to see you walking on your knees toward my cock. I want to see you begging for it."
"Let me. have it," she said, but as she moved closer, he would move back a little bit, making it as hard as he possibly could for her.
When he finally wanted to let her have it, he rammed it into her mouth.
It was sensational for both of them, because of the love that they felt for each other, for both of them were smart enough to know something.
No matter how much you tried to separate the two, love and sex, they always were the best when they went together.
It was nice to fuck someone that you didn't love, but it was a hundred times better to fuck someone that you did love.
He started to thrust his cock in and out off her mouth faster, and he moved his hand down her cunt.
He could feel how hard she was coming already, and he loved it. He was so turned on by what he was feeling inside of her cunt, that he couldn't hold back.
He started to shoot thick loads of come into her mouth, and he could feel the way she was sucking at his cock, harder and harder, until she had drained him of his very last few drops of come.
"Yeah, keep sucking," he said to her. "Keep sucking so that I can fuck that hot pussy of yours right away."
Susan felt herself coming again. She loved to hear him talk like that, and she kept thinking of him as her master, more than ever. She felt the way he kept thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, harder.
She felt him going limp, just a little but soon, the blood seemed to surge back into his shaft, so that he started to get hard.
Alan lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. He spread her legs and moved himself right between them. Then, he rammed his cock into her cunt as hard as he possibly could, and he heard her moaning louder and louder.
"Oh God. Hit me, beat me, whip me, lover," she started to moan. "Abuse me."
He moved his fingers to her nipples and started to pull on them as hard as he possibly could. He could feel how stiff they were, and even though he thought that he was making her feel some pain, from the way that they were throbbing, he knew that she was feeling more pleasure than anything else.
He felt the way her cunt spasmed hard around his cock, and he slowed down
"I want to fuck you all through the night," he said to her. "I don't want to come inside of you for a very long time."
"Then make it last, because I'm willing to go all night, too."
He started to thrust upward, so that his cock would make better contact with her clit, and could hear her moaning even louder.
When he took another rest, he started to talk with her.
"You know, I feel like I'm going to have a problem where I work. I think that Selena is not going to be too happy about me breaking up with her."
"Well, Philip isn't too happy either, but what can you do?"
"What can you do?" he asked, and he closed his eyes and started to laugh. "I think I know what we can do."
"What?" she asked, and she wrapped her legs around his ass.
She wished that she could wrap her arms around his back, but she knew that she couldn't because of the way she was bound.
"What are you doing tomorrow after the show?" he asked her.
"I don't have any plans. I wanted to come home and fuck you."
"Well, come to the club, and bring this Philip Lang with you."
"I don't think that he would want to go with me," she said. "I don't know if he would want to be seen in a place like that."
"When you tell him that there's this hot blonde girl who likes him, who wants to see him backstage, he'll change his mind."
"Is that this girl Selena?" she asked, and she had a sly smile on her face.
"You bet. I'm sure that she would be more than willing to make it with someone famous. She loved making it with me. "
They both started to laugh, and he started to move his cock again.
He could feel the way her cunt was just spasming around him once more, and he felt how warm and wet it was.
He started to fuck her nice and hard, and he closed his eyes, for only a second.
Because, for a second, he had been thinking about Selena. Because he hadn't been able to fuck Susan the way he wanted to for the last few months, whenever he was on top of her, he would think about Selena.
It only took a second for him to remember that his hot wife was bound beneath him, and that she was really getting off on what he did to her.
He started to fuck her faster, and he felt the hard slapping of his groin against her soft thighs, until they were both moaning.
Then, he started to pulsate hard, and he thrust in and out of her faster, so that when he came, she was coming, too.
It had been such a long time since they had come together, and it was almost like taking the vows all over again.
Because that night had been a whole new beginning for them.
And it was a new beginning.
The next morning, when Susan woke up, she thought about what they had done the night before, and she could feel her pussy spasming harder and harder by the second.
She leaned over and whispered into her husband's ear.
"Are you up, darling?" she asked, even though she was sure he wasn't.
She kept nudging him, though, and he got so irritated, that he swung his hand around and slapped her across the face.
The pleasure flowed through her even more, and the fuck was just beginning.