Chapter 3

“It’s already in. It doesn’t matter now. Do you think Maddie complained like a baby when she wore the same thong and I fucked her tiny asshole?”

I was totally frozen, shocked out of my mind. Maddie had told me she had never done anal with Chet. That she could never like it. “Wait! Are you saying she did this?”

In the time it took for him to make that outlandish statement, and for me to question it, his cock was halfway in. “Nah, I was just asking if you thought she’d be such a baby.” Chet pushed in the rest of the way, “But you’ve beaten her now. You’re the better slut.”

“I don’t want to be a slut. Take it out.”

“Naturally. The out-stroke is just as important as the in-stroke.” Slowly he pulled back, but left the head inside.

“Markie?” He let that hang in the air, forcing me to reply.

“Your ass feels better than any pussy. Let me finish. Let me finish and I’ll buy you something of your very own. No hand-me-downs from Maddie. Something that really fits. Something you pick out.”

“I’m not giving up my ass for some sexy underwear.”

“Well, I’ve already been balls deep. It’s a little late for that. What about for two outfits and a bracelet?”

“That’s not nearly enough. Just who do you think I am?”

“We already know who you are. You’re my special, girl. Now we’re just negotiating. I mean, Markie, you did a lot to win with Maddie. And what’s done is done. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the nuclear weapon. The bomb that’ll put her in her place once and for all.”

“Give me that. That AND the two outfits and a bracelet. And if you do you can keep fucking me.”

His answer was to slide into my rectum again. His lips were near my ear. Then he bit my neck, “Treat her just like I’ve treated you and you’ll win the struggle forever.”

He slid in and out a few times, “Make sure you fuck her tight asshole.” Deep in my butt he ground his cock in circles, “Feels great doesn’t it? You’ll do anything to keep my cock up your ass!”

“Yes, it feels good. Just keep going slow.”

He bit me again, “When you fuck her ass you’ll own her. She’ll do anything to keep it going.”

What he said sounded reasonable. Grinding my ass back into his cock I yelled, “I’ll do it!”

Chet fucked my ass for another ten minutes or so and we both came. Him from the tightness of my tush and me from a reach around.

With cum leaking from my hole we sat down to a candlelit dinner. Spaghetti. He plied me with sweet flattery begging me to come for more lessons. He promised I’d get really good at it.

After dinner he gave me a gift. A pair of pumps in my size. We watched another movie while he rubbed essential oils on my feet.

At home I kept applying what I’d learned and it mostly worked.

We watched “True Crime” and when Woody Harrelson gave Alexandria Daddario a rim job my wife freaked out. Now I remembered her intense aversion to anything anal. I remembered that Chet admitted he never fucked her ass. And I remembered that they weren’t together anymore.

He was trying to set me up!

The next day I showed up at the appointed time. Chet answered the door nude, his cock and balls swinging in the wind. “Markie, come on in and you can blow me.”

I pushed past him roughly, “Not on your life you lying bastard.”

“So the anal thing backfired? You didn’t do it right. But you can still visit me everyday and I’ll treat you right. You can be my Pillow Princess now that Maddie’s gone. I’ll buy you lots of stuff and you can move in.”

“She didn’t leave me. I figured out what you were doing before I tried that shitty anal advice.”

Naked he plopped down on his couch, smugly, as if nothing I said mattered.

“Maddie has become the woman I married all over again. I owe you for that. But then you tried to break us up. You knew how she would react if I tried to have anal sex with her. She had a bad experience once. There’s no way in the whole world she would ever do that.”

Stroking his cock, the bastard pointed to the tv. “Keep watching and see for yourself. The anal scene comes on near the end.”

On the screen a blonde woman with black roots was wearing the emerald lingerie hanging in the next room. There was no mistaking that it was Maddie. The camera angle was looking down at her from up high and a little behind. Her smooth round butt looked amazing in the crotchless lacy thing which really showed off her butthole quite nicely.

Chet was saying, “This was the last time I had sex with her. See how pretty her assring is? It gets reamed later on.”

The scene zoomed in on the back of her head which was buried in Chet’s lap. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and her head was bobbing up and down in the obvious act of a sloppy gagging blowjob.

I knew she’d had sex with her ex, but seeing it on the big screen drained the life out of me. And if he fucked her ass despite her saying he never had, despite never letting me near her ass, despite her freak outs – well then how could I cope?

I slumped to the floor unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of my wife being violated. I sat in a daze while Chet removed my shirt from my passive body replacing it with the green bra. Onscreen Chet still had his hands wrapped in her platinum and black hair, controlling her head firmly.

I could fight this. I just had to get up and leave. Then there was a close up of her pink sphincter. In it the cameraman was talking about “the slut” then stuck his index finger right up her wiggly butt. I thought, “Oh fuck, It’s gonna happen. She’s going to have anal sex right there in the video. I couldn’t stop watching the catastrophic events.

Meanwhile Chet was slipping the green crotchless panties up my legs, letting my balls stick out. “Markie, you’ve done everything she’s done. It’s the balance in the universe. She wears it then you do. She sucks me then you do. She takes it up the ass then you did. Now you just have to do what she’s doing right now.”

He pulled my head over to his lap rubbing his dick on my lips. I didn’t have the energy to resist. All my will was gone as he jammed his cock back into my mouth. Behind me the cameraman was saying, “Her butt is so tight.”

Fuck! Was she doing it right now? I tried to turn, to look, but Chet held me tight. That’s when the other guy announced, “Chet, her backdoor is so tight it won’t let go of my finger.” I was relieved.

Chet told him, “Greg, tell me what it’s like after you get your cock in there.” I could hear her muffled voice and just knew Greg was rubbing his cockhead on her starfish right then. I had to see it!

“Don’t look, Markie. Keep sucking my cock.” Chet took the green pantyhose and tied my wrists behind his back, “There! Now you can’t get distracted.”

I had nothing left. I felt hollow inside, like nothing mattered. So when Chet fucked my throat I did nothing to stop him.

Maddie’s voice got louder and much more excited. Chet told me, “This is my favorite part: when I twist her nipple clips. I wish I had clips for you.” That didn’t stop him from reaching down and pinching my nipples just before he shot his cum into my mouth.

The cummy crap in my mouth dripped out all over his cock and the couch as I struggled to breathe. Again Chet pushed me off, “Let’s watch the anal scene together.”

On the tv Chet hadn’t cum yet so he and Greg were still getting ready to double team her perfect body. My heart sank as I could tell that Greg was in fact preparing to ream my wife’s ass just as Chet had said.

Then I began to notice even more troubling things. Maddie’s purse was there in the video. It was the same purse that was still in the room. But it was a purse I knew. She didn’t leave it there when they broke up. She must have left it there after we were married.

I also noticed the black roots in her hair. They were shorter than now, but when I met her she didn’t have roots at all.

She wasn’t wearing the green pantyhose either. Her hands were tied just as mine had been. And she wasn’t screaming in sexual delight at all. It was the opposite of delight.

I leaped to my feet in a fit of rage, then grabbing the nearest available item I stabbed Chet in the neck with the plastic Devil’s trident. At least one hard plastic tine pierced his trachea.

I didn’t know how serious his injuries were and I didn’t care. The police never came to see me and I was not about to volunteer any information.

Maddie told me later she heard he had died in some accident. She never thought I had anything to do with it since when she suggested I take lessons from her ex she was thinking of the weightlifter Steve, not Chet the pervert.

And no, I haven’t taken any lessons from the one guy she thought could actually help me. Maybe I should.

Occasionally, I think about wearing something sexy again and going wild. But so far I haven’t.

And lastly, now that I knew what Chet and Greg had done to her, I was able to be more supportive and understanding. I insisted she see a counselor and she’s, thankfully, on the mend.

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