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Chapter 41: - Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 41: - Carl - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
All the way home, I was seething with embarrassment and anger. How dare they fuck in someone else’s home right in front of our real estate agent, who just happens to know everybody I went to college with. Goddamn it!
As I drove like a bat out of hell, I glanced over and saw my wife enjoying the day without a care in the world. She wore a dreamlike look on that beautiful face. She was pleased with herself.
“I think Harry might give us more money,” she said in a matter-of-fact way. “He liked the house.”
“You’re kidding right? Why wouldn’t he? Did you ask him straight up for money when he was fucking you right in front of Phyllis? Showing off his big cock to her? Bragging about fucking my whore of a wife? Making me look like a goddamn idiot?”
Well that spoiled her mood. She gave me a furious look, but said nothing. For the rest of the ride, she sat stock still with tight, thin lips. I’d actually never seen her that angry before. I didn’t give a shit.
Once at home, we went into the apartment quietly, and she turned to look at me in the foyer. Her hand came up with lightning speed and met my face with a ringing slap. It was much harder than I thought her capable of.
“How dare you!” She shouted. “How dare you call me a whore. You sold me to Harry! This was all your idea, Pretty Boy. If I’m a whore, YOU made me one.”
I stood there holding my jaw, speechless. I know my mouth was open, and regret washed over me. She was right. I had no one to blame but myself for this misery. It was of my own creation.
“You have failed me, Carl. I married you because I love you, and Mommy said you were a good man, and I believed in you. But you failed me. I have no house. I have no baby. I have nothing.” Still I didn’t say a thing as her wide-eyed anger dominated that little space. What could I say?
“We both know that if we’re gonna have those things that I want, I have to make them happen. Not you. I’m the thing of value that people want. Me!”
My God. I’ve created a monster.
“What good are you, Carl? Remember how you felt last night when you thought I might leave you? Do you?”
“Yes.” Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave.
“I’m awful close to walking out that door right now,” she nodded toward our front door. “Harry will take me in a second. He wants me. He loves me.”
“I love you, Princess.”
“Do you, Carl? Do you?”
“Yes, more than anything!”
She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. “Get on your knees and show me.”
“What?”
“Get on your fucking hands and knees right now you miserable piece of shit.” She was still very angry. I didn’t want her to leave. I realized right then that I would do whatever she wanted to make her stay. So, I got down on all fours like her little puppy dog.
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up, putting her face right in my face. “You’re my bitch now, Carl. Understand? I want you to crawl into the bedroom and face the side of the bed. That’s your new pussy licker position. Wait for me there.”
God help me. I did what she asked, just like a little bitch. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. By the time I got to the bed, I was rock hard. We were going to have sex.
I knelt there on all fours waiting for her, and she took her sweet time. All I could think about was her pussy, filled just an hour ago with Stein’s cum. Would she let me fuck her if I did a good job? Fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom, naked and sat legs open just looking at me.
“Who owns you, Carl?” Oh, fuck. It suddenly dawned on me that she was copying Stein. This was something she learned from him. How to dominate another human in three easy steps. Fuck.
“You do, Princess.”
“Call me, Master.”
“I think it’s Mistress.”
“What?”
“The female form of master is mistress.”
“Ok, smart aleck, Mistress it is.” She nudged my shoulder with her foot. “Do you ever want to fuck me again, Carl?” I looked up into her eyes. They were shining back at me. Smiling eyes. She was having fun being the mistress.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You need to get it together. You need to stop acting like a little Pretty Boy bitch, and be a man. Do you understand, Carl?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You may lick your mistress’s pussy now.”
I must say that I truly like going down on my wife. I have enjoyed this particular sexual act with nearly every woman I’ve been to bed with and admit that it’s one of my favorite sexual acts. However, eating a pussy soiled by Stein, even Charlotte’s, troubled me.
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