I did not know where her head was, where it really was, until she started fighting back. My hand was soaked to the point that her cum was flowing into my latex glove. She squatted on the floor bouncing her cunt harder and harder onto it. My left hand was in her hair, pulling her eyes up to the sight in front of her. I leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“What about you makes him need her?” She snapped. The orgasms came again, or what I thought were orgasms. The way she lunged forward and pulled away from my hand was violent and… what was this other emotion? Anger? She was furious, she was crying, and cumming and desperately trying to get away from me. I reached around her and pulled her back by the shoulders until we were both sitting back, her against my chest. She struggled a little but the real fight was out of her, she was defeated. I let her calm down a minute, stroking her hair, letting her breathing ease. He walked up leaving his victim in a mess behind him.
“Do you want to trade?” That bitch behind him with a condom in her mouth was my wife and the defeated pile of bitch in my own arms was his. How we got there is pretty standard fare with this crowd. There was plenty of humiliation, there was piss play, and knife play and choking that never got recorded (sorry M), but that was not where the catharsis started. In fact there were several times when they were playing that Z laughed and came out of scene. It was not that she wasn’t enjoying herself, it was not that it wasn’t intense, it was simply that her weakness was not where we thought it was. But if it was not there, in the filth and violence, then where was it? What would it take to break her?
I leaned over to kiss her and the smell of piss filled my head. Suddenly my heart sank. My stomach twisted and I felt sick. Oddly, it was not the smell that got to me the most (though it was intense), it was the absolute debasement of Z. Sitting before me with a fucking used condom in her mouth and smelling of piss, was the remains of the woman that I had married, the woman who bore my children and slept curled up at my side. She was in that instant nothing. Her eyes were blank. Her jaw was slack. She was a wasted piece of flesh. In that moment, all was lost.
“Was it worth it?” She looked at me confused as her mind slowly worked through the fog. “Was it worth throwing away our marriage to be a piss whore?” Her eyes sharpened quickly as she came back to consciousness.
“I…” she started.
“Shut up. You smell like piss.” I stood in front of her, my dick like a dead worm. Nothing in what had happened turned me on. It had not been upsetting to watch, either, but was simply an event happening in front of me. It was not until I smelled the piss that the emotions came flooding in. I suddenly felt hatred and sorrow and complete impotence. It was the most disgusting, soul-destroying feeling I have ever felt.
“I’m fucking dead because of you.” Her eyes started to tear up. “Fucking fix it.” She grabbed my cock and started frantically sucking. It stayed limp.
“Did you forget how to fucking suck my dick? Are you so much his whore now that you forgot how to suck your husband’s dick?” She stopped being a stupid puppet and started moving her head and tongue. She was coming back to herself, and as she did her head was filling with one thought: Oh my god, what have I done?
She sucked faster and more intently. For quite some time she worked at it. I continued to berate her, telling her that she was a worthless piece of shit that had thrown away twelve years of our lives for an hour of degraded fucking. I told her that she was a whore and that she made me sick. She did. At that moment, I did not love her. I hated her with everything in me. I wanted to destroy her for how she made me feel, not in a physical way, but psychologically.
“Cunt!” I snapped a demand as my dick surged. She leaned back and I threw her onto her back. Her pussy was soaked with saliva and cunt juice. I pulled her legs in and put all my weight into driving her into the floor. “Are you happy? Are you happy that you destroyed our life?” Her eyes watered and she looked away. The smell of piss came back and instantly I was dead again. I pulled her up and forced her mouth back onto my dick. We went back and forth like this – cunt, mouth, cunt, mouth – all the while making her work to resurrect my cock like some metaphor for our marriage.
As I reached the end and was ready to cum, I pulled her hair and made her scream apologies: “I’m sorry I’m a whore! I’m sorry I ruined our marriage! I’m sorry I’m a whore!” She screamed and moaned and I came inside her.
I got up and coldly told her to go wash the piss off. She started to stammer something.
“Shut up and go wash the piss off.”
She staggered away through the main lounge, cum dripping from her twat, her clothes soaked with piss. As I saw her leave, my head was laid out like a patient etherized. There I was, endorphin stoned, guilty, hurt and happy all at the same time. Somewhere inside I was collapsing. Like the bitch on the floor, I had collapsed. And then I truly understood.
So several hours ave passed since writing this and the fog has lifted. As I look back across it and the comments I have gotten I realize that something may have been lost in the translation. This was not, is not the end of ZG and me. We are as strong now as before if not stronger. Just because we let this dark tide rise does not mean we have to let it drown us. There is a metaphor of flood plains and fertile crops and blah blah blah. I am not going into it. All I really want to say is thank you to all and yes, we as a couple are more than fine. Thank you to all involved, you know who you are you twisted bastardos!