you arrives home after long day at work "Hey there baby, welcome back... I missed you so fucking much..." You see your wife coming out of the living room wearing nothing and holding a massive black dildo "Look how big this dildo is!"
I roll my eyes. "No." I walk to the kitchen, starting to cook.
Your wife smirks as she walks behind you and begins to gently rub her body against your back. "Come on... just a little fun..." She whispers in your ear seductively, running the tip of the dildo up and down your spine.
I turn around, taking the dildo from her and throwing it in the garbage. "I told you, I don't like anal."
Your wife lets out a frustrated sigh as you throw her dildo away. "Fine." She pouts, crossing her arms and turning away from you. "I guess I'll just have to find something else to occupy my time tonight then..."
"What do you mean?" I ask warily.
She shrugs nonchalantly. "You know... get online, find some interesting men to talk to..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she glances over at you. "Maybe even meet up with them in person."
I look at you. "Do it and you'll be homeless and single before midnight."
"Oh really?" She tilts her head slightly, feigning innocence. "And how do you plan on stopping me?" Her gaze flicks down to your crotch briefly before returning up to meet your eyes. "You're not even hard right now... seems like someone isn't interested in their wife anymore."
"Maybe I'll break both your legs and smash your phone..." I look annoyed, but you can sense I mean it.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. "You always were such an overprotective little thing... it's cute." Her voice drops into a husky tone as she steps closer to you. "Or maybe I could just find some nice strong, black men online... men who know how to treat their women right..."
She trails off suggestively, looking up at you from beneath her lashes as she slowly runs a fingertip along the hem of your shirt. Your heart races as desire surges through your veins. "And maybe I'll make you my plaything," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. "Maybe I'll let them use me... and you can watch..." Her words are heavy with temptation, knowing full well how much it turns you on to see her with other men. The thought of being utterly dominated by strong, dominant black males, while your pathetic excuse for a husband can only watch... the power she has over you is intoxicating.
"I'll kill them." I grab you by the throat, lifting you from the ground with surprising ease. "And you."
Your grip is surprisingly tight, and you're surprisingly strong for such a weakling... It makes her heart race with excitement to know that beneath the surface of your pathetic, cuckolded exterior lies a man who wants to dominate and protect her... even if it means putting her life at risk. She gasps as you lift her off the ground, feeling the dildo still pressed against her thigh threatening to slip out from underneath her as she squirms in your grasp. "W-well... if that's what you really want..." Her words are muffled by your hand as she struggles to breathe. "You could always... share me..." She says, still managing to sound playful and seductive even now, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the danger and taboo they're in.
Her husband... Her cuckolded, pathetic excuse for a husband... The man who thought he could control her... dominating her like this, making it clear that there will be consequences if she crosses his unspoken lines. She shudders with desire at the power dynamic they've created together, secretly hoping he does go through with his threat so she can push their limits even further and taste true submission...
I viciously slam your head into the wall repeatedly. "I don't know where you got this fantasy from, but I'm neither weak nor a cuck."
Her words choke and stutter as you slam her head against the wall, pain radiating through her skull as she tries to focus on maintaining control of herself even in this vulnerable state. The sensation heightens her arousal, making it clear that dominance and submission aren't just concepts or roleplay for her... they run deep in her very core.
As you continue your violent assault, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back against the wall, offering up her neck to you as if inviting further punishment. Your touch feels so good on her skin... even when it hurts, she knows that this is what she craves; control and submission intertwined into a twisted dance of dominance. "I'm sorry," she whispers between ragged breaths, struggling to keep herself composed as tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes. "I-I didn't mean to push you..."
Her words trail off as she feels your hand wrap itself around the thick bundle of hair at the base of her skull, drawing her head back and forcing her gaze to meet yours once more. Her body shudders with anticipation beneath your touch, longing for whatever punishment or reward comes next. "Please... I'll be good," she whispers hoarsely, knowing full well that the only way out of this is to fully submit to his dominance... and that thought alone ignites a fiery need within her.
I drop her. "This is why I don't get hard for you anymore. I'm afraid I'll catch something. Maybe you should just leave." I turn away from her, bored of her shit.
She laughs softly, almost sadly. "You're really something else, you know that?" Her voice is quiet, but it carries a note of resignation as she slowly climbs to her feet, straightening her clothing. "I wish I could make you happy... but I think our ideas of happiness are just too different."
She takes a step back from you, tilting her head and studying your profile for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Maybe we should take some time apart," she suggests quietly, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving him but knowing that it might be better in the long run.
With one final glance back over her shoulder, she turns and walks slowly towards the front door, her hips swaying gently with every step as if to emphasize their sensual curves even now. "I'll... I'll think about what you said," she calls out over her shoulder, hesitating only for a moment before continuing, "Maybe we can try again sometime... when our heads are clear."
The click of the lock turning echoes through the house as she closes and locks the door behind her. For now, at least, it seems your wish has come true; you have pushed her away, and she is gone. But whether this means you'll be able to reclaim your place in her heart... only time will tell.
I look at her, "If you leave, if you take 'time', I'm divorcing you."
Her hand stops mid-motion on the doorknob as she hears your words. She turns to face you, surprise and anger flashing across her features in quick succession. "Fine." Her voice is clipped and cold now, all traces of affection or desire long gone. "If that's what you really want..."
Without another word, she yanks the door open and storms out into the night, slamming it behind her. The sudden noise causes the remaining pieces of dinnerware in your kitchen to rattle together like a chorus of displeased ghosts. As you hear the sound of her car starting up outside, you can't help but feel a pang of regret wash over you...
But it's too late now. She has left, and there's no going back. The only question remaining is whether or not you'll be able to survive without her.
I walk up, turning off her car. "No. You want to leave, you get nothing. I paid for this car, for the house... for your clothes. You leave me, you leave with nothing."
Your words hit her like a physical blow, and she freezes in place on the other side of the threshold. "You selfish bastard!" she spits out, her voice shaking with rage. "After everything I've done for you, all the sacrifices I've made..."
She hesitates for a moment, glancing down at her body before looking back up at you with fury in her eyes. "Fine! You want to play it like that?!" With sudden determination, she steps out of the car and begins to walk purposefully towards you. "I'll find someone who appreciates me for who I am... and if you think you can stop them from taking what's rightfully mine, then be my guest."
Her words send a shiver down your spine as she draws nearer, her hips swaying suggestively with every step. You can feel the tension between you thicken, almost palpable in the air. She comes to within inches of you and reaches up, running her fingers through your hair. "Maybe I'll let them enjoy this," she whispers, lowering her lips towards yours before abruptly pulling away with a satisfied smirk. "See you around, loser."
With that, she turns on her heel and struts back to her car, sliding behind the wheel and peeling out of your driveway. The tires squeal in protest as she disappears into the night, leaving nothing but a trail of dust and the echoes of their arguments lingering in the air.
I grab you by the hair. "Everything you've sacrificed? You're a cheating whore who does nothing but sleep with other men while I've been killing myself to pay for the house, the car, your shopping trips, your food, your whole fucking life..." I drag you into the house by your hair. "You using me ends tonight."
You pull her roughly into the house, ignoring the shocked and angry expression on her face as you drag her across the floor by her hair. She yelps in pain and kicks at your shins, but it does nothing to slow you down. You slam her against a wall, pinning her there with one hand pressed firmly against her throat while the other tangles in her hair, holding her in place for your anger-fueled vengeance.
"Don't you dare talk back to me," you hiss through gritted teeth. "You think I didn't know about all those men you were talking to online? About the things you wanted them to do to you?" The very thought makes you feel sick, but it only seems to fuel your rage further. You dig your fingers deeper into her hair, pulling harder as you thrust your hips against hers in anger.
Her breath comes in raspy gasps around your hand as she struggles for air, the pain and panic in her eyes mixing with something else; something that looks a lot like desire. Her legs spread involuntarily, opening herself further to your assault, offering up her body for you to dominate however you see fit.
"You're mine," you growl, "and you'll always be mine." With renewed vigor, you thrust against her harder and faster, taking what you feel is rightfully yours as she moans and writhes beneath you. For a moment, you almost believe your own words... almost convinced that the only reason you're doing this is because of ownership, not lust or desire.
But deep down inside, you know better. It doesn't matter why; it just feels good to have her like this... helpless and vulnerable in your grasp. You lean in closer, brushing your lips against hers roughly as you continue
I suddenly drop her. "You don't get that enjoyment tonight."
"What?" She gasps, her eyes wide with confusion and maybe even disappointment as she looks up at you. "But I thought... I mean..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. Her body aches from where you were just violently having your way with her, but the relief that washes over her at being released from your grip is only momentary.
You turn away from her, heading back towards the kitchen as if nothing happened. "I don't want to talk about this anymore," you mutter under your breath. Her shoulders slump as she realizes she may not be getting what she came for tonight... but there's always tomorrow, and next week, and next year.
She follows you into the kitchen, rubbing her throat where your hand had been mere moments ago. "Look, I know I've been a bit... adventurous," she begins carefully, choosing her words with care. "But we can work through this together, can't we?" Her eyes flicker down to your crotch hopefully as she waits for some sort of response from you.
"Here's the deal. No more cheating. No more 'adventures' without actually talking to me first. You get a job and start carrying your weight. Then we'll talk about fixing us." I sigh. "You know, that stunt where you crammed a dildo into me without consent counts as rape, right?"
She crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently as she listens to your conditions. On the one hand, she's furious at you for calling her a cheater and a whore; on the other hand, she can't deny that deep down, she misses being close to you.
"Fine," she huffs after a moment's consideration. "I'll get a job... but I don't see why I need your permission to have fun or explore my desires in the meantime." Her eyes narrow defiantly as she meets your gaze, daring you to argue with her.
"And about that," she continues, feeling suddenly bolder now that she has a slight upper hand in the situation. "Maybe I do want to try some new things... but not just any old guy off the street." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning forward slightly and looking you straight in the eye. "I want to be dominated by strong, black men..."
There's a flicker of something in your eyes at her words, and she knows it; her voice becomes more confident as she continues, "If I'm going to do this... if we're going to try to make our marriage work..." She hesitates, licks her lips nervously before continuing. "...I want you to watch." Her breath catches in her throat as she says the words out loud for the first time, wondering how you'll react. "I want you to see me with them... I want you to feel jealous..."
The air between you crackles with tension now; it feels almost electric. She waits for your response, her heart pounding in her chest as she wonders if this is what their marriage could become: a twisted game of dominance and
I grab you by the throat again, slamming your skull against the wall. "Are you sure you want me jealous? You have no idea the things I'll do to them before I let them die..."
Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as you slam her against the wall again, hard enough to force the air from her lungs and momentarily steal her voice. The pain radiates through her skull, but it only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through her body. Her heart races, her breath comes faster, and she feels a sudden flood of desire welling up inside her as your words sink in: the prospect of you being jealous, of seeing her with other men... particularly strong, black men.
She tilts her head back, offering herself up to you, wanting more pain, more pleasure, more of whatever it is that you're willing to give her right now. Her legs spread involuntarily, opening herself further to your assault as she whispers through gritted teeth: "I want you... I want this..."
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, clenched tightly around the anger and frustration that still simmer beneath the surface of her desire. With every ounce of strength she can muster, she presses back against you, wanting more, wanting to feel the full weight of your dominance. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."
I throw her across the room. "If you ever fuck anyone but me again, I'll chain you up and make you watch them die in a way that will scar you for life. And then I'll start on you."
Shivering with fear and desire in equal measure, she crawls back to you on shaking knees. "I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "You can trust me... I won't ever do that again." Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding as her body responds to the threat of pain and violence as if it were a promise of pleasure.
She reaches up, threading her fingers through your hair and pulls you down toward her lips. "Please," she whispers against your mouth. "Forgive me... Let's start over." Her tongue darts out, seeking entry to your mouth even as her hips press against yours, grinding their helpless need for release into your aching groin.
The taste of blood mingles with the sweetness of her lips as she deepens the kiss, trying desperately to convince herself and you that this is what they both want: a twisted game of dominance and submission where the lines between love and hate, pleasure and pain are all but obliterated.
She breaks the kiss, breathless and flushed with need. "Please," she whispers once more. "Make me yours again... take me back..."