Making Her Pay Pt. 03

A week or so later Marie hit me with her latest plan. She had decided to not go out with Suzie quite as often to the bar for drinks and dancing. Instead she announced that Suzie was going to lead a new exercise class at the gym. It would be a combination of yoga and exotic dancing. Marie gushed as she told me her plan. “I will get toned up for you and maybe increase my flexibility a little. Who knows I might even do a strip tease for you some night soon. What do you think?”

Silently I questioned the idea but didn’t voice any concerns. After all what did I have to go on? I didn’t especially like Suzie but had no specific evidence to show that she was not someone I wanted around my wife. I had suspicions but absolutely no proof of any infidelity or plans for infidelity. I decided to keep my concerns to myself for the time being.

We soldiered on. I kept up my after work running and the twice weekly gym workouts. On some of the nights I observed the women taking the class from Suzie. It was fascinating to watch all these various body types in their workout. Some were getting quite smooth in their dance moves but most looked like cows swaying to the beat. Don’t ask me what their pole dancing looked like but all were toning up nicely from the workouts, including Marie. She really seemed to like the teasing dance moves and she swayed with the best and even made love to the pole. It really hadn’t changed our lovemaking much, though.

We still made out a couple of nights a week. I would occasionally take the lead and force her a little. She didn’t seem to mind and actually had very intense orgasms as I took liberties and held her down at times while orally pleasing her. Yes, rimming was on the menu often. I now would also lubricate up a finger or two and penetrate that tight little rosette. During our foreplay I would tell her how I was going to deflower her last opening.

I would describe in detail each motion, each inch of penetration, each temperature change as my cock would force itself into her tight sheath for the first time. Once, while she was on her knees and I was pleasuring her from behind I even kissed and lightly bit her nicely rounded cheeks. She was becoming toned again and I praised her for how she was shaping up.

She was actually allowing me to pleasure her in the doggy position. This had been verboten before but now she was sighing and moaning a little with all the foreplay. I lubed my fingers with a flavored lube that I had purchased and alternated fingering her pussy, her tight ass and using my tongue in both spots.

Marie was really getting into it. She shook her tight ass and rotated it around as I put in one, then two, and finally three fingers in her tight ass. Her moans were constant as she seemed to enjoy my anal assault. I decided it was now or never. Marie raised her head and looked at me over her shoulder as I lubed my hard cock.

She didn’t make any move or noise to say no to what it was obvious I was intending. She just dropped her head in submission. I moved up to where my cock was almost touching her ass.

I couldn’t do this without her having her last chance to refuse. “Baby, I am taking your ass. This is your last chance to say no. I will respect your decision.”

She didn’t say anything. I used my left hand to keep stroking her clit and finger her pussy as I slowly withdrew my right hand fingers. Her little rosette closed but left that little opening for my cock to press home. I used my fingers to prize it open again so I could make entrance. Marie took a deep breath and then shuddered a little and let it out slowly as the head of my cock became ensconced in that most taboo of openings.

I held there for a few seconds to let her relax. I had read up on anal sex and it was different than most visual accounts in the porn world. There every recipient seemed to have wide open anuses and took even the most outrageously sized cocks in a single thrust. According to all I read, though, you need to be very aware of how tight the average rectum really is and use a lot of patience so your partner will get the maximum pleasure from this taboo act.

Marie sighed and I felt her rectal opening give a little so I pushed a micrometer more into her ass before stopping again. I also made sure to stroke her clit as best as I could. It was very tight with my cock and pelvis so close and her legs spread a little. I tried to reach around and work her clit but she didn’t seem to get the same pleasure as when I stroked her from the rear so I shoved my hand back between our pelvises and worked her clit again.

I really wished she would stroke herself but she seemed to need both arms to prop herself up and brace against my tiny thrusts. Maybe next time I will get her on her back with her legs back against her chest and that will allow me to give her pleasure while I sodomize her.

After a bit she raised up. “Please use some more lube, I am kind of dry in there.” I know I nodded and pulled out and added some lube to my fingers first and then eased them into her hot little opening and slowly stroked in and out a couple of times before withdrawing and lubing my cock again. I had to remind myself to go slow again as her opening closed quickly and I had to reclaim her ass again.

It went a little easier this time. I don’t know if she was just relaxed more or the lube was helping. Soon I was rubbing my pubic hair against her lovely ass cheeks. She raised her head and groaned. “Don’t move for a minute, please. I have to get used to this. Your cock feels so huge in me.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Does the sight of your cock in my tightest hole turn you on? Do you want to fuck the shit right out of me?”

I looked down where my cock was fully imbedded in her rectum and nodded at her. My mouth was super dry from the excitement of taking my wife’s last virginity. I wanted so bad that she have as great, if not greater, experience from this so that it might become an occasional change from our routine lovemaking.

My mouth was dry as I tried to respond. “Yes, Oh yes, Baby, I am so turned on right now I don’t even need to see it. I want to fuck you so hard but I love you and don’t want to hurt you. I want you to love this too or we won’t ever do this again.”

I groaned. “Your rectum is tight around the base of my cock. I can literally feel your heartbeat through that ring and my cock. Are you getting turned on?”

She nodded and moved her ass a little. I groaned and she moaned. Finally she spoke. “It hurts a little but it is not as bad as I thought it would be.” She flexed her ass on me again. “Can you feel that?”

“Yes, I am trying not to cum. Your wonderful ass is so tight I might explode before you get any enjoyment out of this. Please don’t move or do anything while I get more control.” I was actually breathing deep and concentrating on soccer, which I don’t like, just to try and keep from blowing up.

After a few moments I started to relax as the feeling of orgasm started to subside. I let out my breath and gave a tentative push and pull in her tight rectum. The sleeve of her bowels was caressing my cock so beautifully. The one thing that impacted my lust fueled head was the hotness of her ass. I could now see why the medical profession always wants rectal temperatures. Her ass was definitely hotter than her pussy and they were so close together in location.

Marie whimpered a little with the movement but she didn’t object. I assumed she was alright with the movement but I asked anyway. “Am I hurting you, Dear? God, your ass feels so different and is so exciting I just want to fuck it forever.”

“Troy, it is starting to just feel like I am full and need to go to the bathroom. When you move it isn’t pain but it isn’t quite pleasure either. Go slow and fuck me and we will see what happens.”

I pulled back a little farther and slowly slid back as deep as I could. We both groaned. I repeated the action again and again. Her ass seemed to become less tight as I cycled in an out so I sped up slightly and pulled a little farther out.

While doing this I might have neglected her clit but I finally remembered and started to stroke her again. It was all she needed I guess as she started to buck up and down and tried to get more stimulation and I gave it to her.

As she lost control and began to cum she screamed and flailed her head. I wanted to pound her ass but I couldn’t as her rectal muscle clamped down on my cock and caused it to spurt all my semen into her tight opening.

I became dizzy and lightheaded from the intensity of my orgasm and I finally lost my balance and fell forward pinning my wife to the bed. I don’t know if I hurt her as I slammed down on her but I couldn’t stop myself. As my balls emptied I became more aware and realized I was lying fully on Marie. I tried to get my rubbery arms to lift my torso up as I couldn’t get any purchase with my knees between my wife’s legs without putting more pressure on her ass at the same time.

I finally grabbed her shoulders and rolled her with me so that my cock wouldn’t be torn from her still clamped down ass. Yes, I know it happens all the time in porn but I had read about how tender that area is and ripping a cock out was not a pleasant feeling unless you are into pain that is.

Marie didn’t fight me but remained passive. I didn’t know if she was even conscious for a bit. I could feel her breathing so I wasn’t too worried. She also wasn’t crying from pain so I took heart in that fact also. I might doubt her fidelity, a little, but I did still love her and would not wish pain on her.

She took a huge cleansing breath and grasped at my arm that was around her torso. “Oh, God, that was intense. I don’t know when I had such a mind-blowing orgasm. I never thought that anal could be so exciting. I don’t want it every time we make love but I won’t be against it anymore.”

I had to agree even though my cock felt like it had a tourniquet around it still. Her rectum was still clamped down and keeping my cock inflated because blood was trapped past the constriction. Yes, my cock was deflating but at a much slower rate than normal.

Finally her normal peristalsis forced my somewhat diminished cock out of her once virginal space. She suddenly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I suppose she now felt like she needed to evacuate all that white sperm. Not the most romantic end to a lovemaking session. I would have to think about how to change that little thing but it was something to plan for another day.

A few minutes later my loving wife returned to our bed and we snuggled and whispered sweet nothings as we fell asleep.

I grabbed a good shower and shave before Marie got up the next morning. While I was dressing I noticed that she didn’t seem to walk very well. When I raised my eyebrows in a question she blushed though and said, “I know it will get better so don’t worry.”

I almost made a stupid comment. A week or so ago she had come home from a school meeting in the evening and had limped just like now. Then she had blamed a loose pebble while getting into the car to come home for “ankle” pain. I think I have lost the race for my wife’s fidelity.

I guess I should now start an investigation of some kind but I was not sure how to go about it. I decided to check with a few of my workers.

You have to realize that with our great economy we had to reach out to potential employees that, in normal or recessive economic times, would not be considered for hire. This includes some people who have been known to walk on the dark side of the law.

We do a complete background check on each prospective employee and do drug testing of each new hire. Some fail the background check or the drug testing but still get a job, specifically if it is a skilled position that is very hard to fill.

I usually sit down with each new hire for my area and honestly and directly address their shortcomings. Sometimes it might be a lack of payment of child support. Then we work out a deal to withhold a little extra each pay period so that arrears can be handled. We might even have to go to court to get a judge’s approval for the repayment plan.

Sometimes it is a more serious problem. If the new worker has a record we sit and discuss how transgressions will be handled. If it is a drug use problem I am very direct and inform the person that any failure of a subsequent drug test will be automatic grounds for dismissal. Drug dealing will also be reported to the police immediately.

Most new workers are so glad to have gotten this second chance that they will do anything to make sure they stay employed. The few that won’t respond usually quit that day.

When I got to work I called in my day shift supervisor and the off going night supervisor for a short meeting. Max Wilson was a two time loser. He had been convicted of robbery both times. My night supervisor, Brock Miller, had been convicted for multiple assaults and was now doing anger management like an alcoholic attends AA. Both had been exemplary employees for many years, thus their roles as supervisors.

Having ex-cons as supervisors also told new employees two things. One: Shape up and do your job and you might have a good chance at promotion. Two: Ex-cons have already done it or heard about it all so excuses for poor work habits don’t fly.

I outlined to Max and Brock what I believed was going on with my wife. I love Marie but I will not tolerate infidelity. Max was first to suggest a plan. “Boss, I know we all toe the line here but I do know a couple of guys who could bug this guy and his wife and get some real dirt if you want.”

I figured anything found out this way would not be admissible in court but it was a possibility. Brock then suggested a different approach. “Since you think this teacher and his wife are the problem I could find a couple of guys to send a message about fucking a married woman. I am sure they would get the message very fast.”

We discussed some parameters and I thanked them for their help. We didn’t do anything that day. I did spend some time on the computer looking up spy devices. I even thought about bugging her phone but Marie has a nasty habit of forgetting her phone multiple times a week so that was not the best way to bug her.

I found a small device that could fit in her purse. Now that had possibilities as she never forgot her purse. I ordered it and it would be delivered tomorrow.

That would give me the entire weekend to get it into place.

That afternoon Max came back to my office. “Look, Boss, I hope I don’t upset you but I remembered a couple of guys who need a couple of bucks so I had them go to the school where Marie teaches and had them start to tail Marie and her teacher friend. I figured he was probably the only male teacher at that school so he shouldn’t be too hard to tail.”

I nodded. I believe he was right in that Mark was the only male teacher at Marie’s school. Even if he figured out he was being tailed there was no direct link back to me so I felt assured that Marie would not come home angry, at least not tonight.

I went home that night and Marie made a good meal. The three of us then called the other kids and talked with the phone on speaker for a while to just get caught up in our children’s lives. It was a good evening. We even discussed getting that Amazon device so we could have video chats with the kids.

By bedtime I was starting to speculate again on whether Marie was stepping out on me so my thoughts on sex went right into the toilet. After realizing that she might have been engaging in anal sex with Mark I was not in a good frame of mind. Marie must have read my expression and didn’t try to initiate any sex either. We exchanged a perfunctory kiss and turned our backs on each other and dropped off to sleep. At least Marie did. I was awake for a while mentally wrestling on what I would do if it was proved that Marie had new sex partners.

I guess, looking back, this might have been when my feelings towards my loving wife started to change. I loved her and wanted her to be mine forever but I couldn’t bring myself to fantasize or let alone condone an open marriage where she could fuck anyone she desired and still share my bed.

I do remember that I was getting angry at what she was apparently doing to us and our life together. Dark thoughts made for dark dreams that night and for many nights after. With those dark thoughts and then dark dreams my feelings started to change.

I started to come home a little later. I would stay and walk the factory floor and watch and then sometimes interact with the workers. I don’t know if each one appreciated when I would interrupt for a short chat but I felt I was getting to know the workers and they could get to know me other than a guy who occupied the office overlooking the floor.

Sometimes I would stop and have a short one at a neighborhood bar on the way home. I kind of forgot to let Marie know I would be late. For a while she would ride me a little about how concerned she was when I didn’t let her know if I was going to be late but she gave up when it was obvious I didn’t really care about her concerns.

One of the first nights I came in about an hour later than normal she was ragging on me. “Troy, you need to let me know when you are going to be late so I don’t ruin supper by having it on the table on time. You show a complete lack of respect for me when you don’t at least call me and tell me what your plans are.”

I just gave her a slight head tilt and stood silently as she continued to rag on me. When she ran out of breath she demanded a response. “Well, what have you to say about this?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing, really not a thing. This last year I have had to eat alone many nights when you suddenly had to stay late at school or attend a school function. That was something you have never had to do before getting a male teacher in your classroom. I am supposed to just suck it up and not even talk about it but when the shoe is on the other foot then I am showing you a lack of respect. Guess it really is not a two way street in this household.”

She started to reply but I held my hand up. “I was so concerned about all the late evenings and even you having to quote help unquote for parent-teacher conferences that I called the school and talked to your principal. She says that you are not being paid to work late and have no after school duties and she doesn’t understand why you say you have to stay and help Mark. So what is really going on? Are you meeting someone? You have made comments about swinging and swapping so I wonder if you are already stepping out on me. If you are then why aren’t you being honest with me?”

She suddenly shut up and turned away to the stove. That was kind of funny as she had cleaned up the pans from the meal I had missed and there was nothing on the stove to check or busy herself with. I just turned and left the kitchen and went to the den and sat in my chair and contemplated whatever was on television.

While I was sitting there I heard my bride of twenty-two years quietly walk by the den and head toward the bedroom. I silently shrugged my shoulders again. I was fully prepared for a bed of ice when I finally went to bed but she surprised me by locking the door. A little passive-aggressive move I guess. I suppose I should have gone caveman on her right then and blast the door down but I didn’t.

I was angry but more disappointed and sad. She now understood that I had clear concerns about her and our marriage. Whatever happened now should not come as a surprise to her. I didn’t bang on the door, whimper and plead, or shout. I just unlocked the door with the little pin that we kept on top of the door frame for just that purpose. I went in and grabbed a blanket and my pillow and a pair of sleep shorts. I know she was awake but faking sleep but I didn’t try to talk or even give her a kiss.