Copyright© 1996-2003

"There once was a lady named Carter,
Fell in love with a virile young Tartar.
She stripped off his pants,
At his prick quickly glanced,
And cried: 'For that I'll be a martyr!'"
-author unknown

"Love Eternal"

Those were the words we spoke to each other on our wedding day. In fact, standing at the head of the church, we had almost a hundred witnesses to those phrases, including the priest who pronounced us married. I can still remember the echo from the high-domed enclosure as my voice quivered in fright and nervousness. Those damn words, and how my wife's voice was very steady and sure, as she spoke up.

Marie looked beautiful, gorgeous, angelic. I was in love. The dress she wore was white, virgin white, very unbecoming especially after the nights we had enjoyed in the months leading up to that day. The veil concealed most of her pixy face but some of her long wavy blonde hair was revealed in the back. I was the luckiest man alive.

Or at the time, I, and everyone who sat in that hot spring wedding, thought so.

That was a year go.

In fact, it is our anniversary today. A glorious day - one full year of love and happiness. Three hundred and sixty four days we had lived and shared our lives together. Our life seemed perfect, our marriage solid, and our happiness glorious.

We made love on our wedding night with hurried passion, as if this long awaited wedding was simply a dream. The next day, in a small bed and breakfast in Holland, we went slow and made passionate love that lasted for hours.

Those days will always be remembered with great fondness.

It was on our tour of Europe, on our honeymoon, that I first noticed a difference in the woman I thought I married.

But, I'm not here to complain or even to give you a day-by-day account of our one year of marriage. The reason I'm writing this is to simply tell you about what happened on our anniversary. Please don't think I had lost my love for my wife; on the contrary, I loved her with all my heart. I would not have married her if I hadn't.

One thing that was not lacking in our marriage was sex. Yes, if you haven't figured out what this story is primarily about - it's sex. Sex is what first attracted the two of us together and sex is what drove us apart. It was also, not surprisingly, what also woke me up on our three hundred and sixty-fifth day together.

My wife, Marie, woke me as she often does on weekends by making slow gentle passionate love to my cock using her hungry talented mouth. Yet it wasn't any weekend, but our first anniversary. And my loving wife took special care not to wake me. Instead she went extremely slow, using only the lightest of touches to harden my sleeping member. As if often does, it awoke before me.

If you have never been slowly brought out of a deep slumber by a warm moist mouth slowly licking, nibbling, and especially sucking on your cock - you haven't lived life to its fullest. Marie went slow, enjoying her work, each centimetre of shaft moved past her wet lips at a snail's pace. You see, as much as I enjoy waking to a mouth on my cock, she did this because she simply loved to have a man between her lips.

I have come to the conclusion over the last twelve months that my wife loved to be used. Strange conclusion? Before my wedding I would have thought so also - but now I know better. I've learned much over the last year, and have become just a little wiser. To be blunt, my wife likes to be humiliated, sexually speaking.

Remember this is a tale about sex. It's not a tale of love and marriage, but of dirty sex. Extramarital sex if you haven't yet guessed.

I started to moved my hips up, driving my hard cock into Marie's hungry mouth. When it was obvious that I wasn't asleep any longer, her slow loving mouth suddenly became a starving needy sexual orifice. My wife had become a very good cock sucker since I first met her - hell, since our marriage.

My cloudy mind focused and I remembered everything and, as it often does more frequently, I started to really work upon my enjoyment. I mean I grabbed the back of her head with both of my strong hands and held it in place while I drove my hips up, savagely hitting her face with my pelvis. Instead of gagging or attempting to pull away from my rough hands, my loving wife moaned loudly and began to suck even harder.

This is how our marriage had progressed in the last year. As my suspicions and my awareness grew, I decided to use her in the way I would never have used the woman I loved. At least before I knew that she lusted after that type of submission. When I mentioned earlier that I loved my wife, it wasn't a falsehood - just that it was clouded with anger, repulsion, and thoughts of revenge.

Holding her head, I rolled over until I lay above her face, my legs straddling her chest. I then moved into a push-up position and began to really drive my penis into my wife's face. So dispassionate was I of her own predicament I watched her below me. The woman simply went nuts, sucking me with a power that would amaze the most hardened hooker.

With the amount of sex I had been getting the last year, I wasn't about to come after several minutes of a hungry mouth. No matter how hot it was or how hard it sucked, I simply wasn't ready. I rolled to the side, pulling from her needy face. She groaned and tried to pull me back. I pushed her away, none too gently, and jumped off the bed.

"Happy anniversary, Marie." She groaned before spreading her legs and pushing two fingers into her depths. I was resolved after her lustful display. "Over here, bitch, on your knees." She jumped quickly to obey and knelt with her knees on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off.

My wife has a beautiful bottom, always had. In fact it was the first thing I noticed about her years ago. Other than kissing, fondling and generally admiring that part of her, we had not done anything else. Until our honeymoon. In a little private cottage in Dover she asked, nay begged, for me to fuck her ass. I admit I was reluctant, and though I enjoyed that round firm ass of hers I hadn't thought of using it in that way. And I'll even admit that I was worried that I would hurt her. So, that first time, we took it slow and gentle.

"I've got your first present for, u slut!" I aimed my cock at that wrinkled pink hole.

"God yes! My first present!?" She squealed in delight as I drove forward into her bowels. It wasn't slow nor was it gentle as at that time in the warm little cottage a year ago. The only lubrication she had was from her own wet sex, and I knew it was wet - whenever I treated her rough, used her like the whore she wished she was, she was always wet. Maybe wet is not the right term, dripping sloppy wet may be better. It rolled down her strong slim legs and coated her whole waist area with it. The juices even slid between those firm cheeks and lubricated the area that I now enjoyed.

She was as tight as the first time - the thick hard ring held me firmly as I forced my manhood passed it. I didn't stop until I was seated deeply within her. My wife, well as you can guess, loved it. She was whipping her head back and forth, spittle flying in several directions. Marie's strong back danced as she tensed and clenched as each centimetre of penis was pushed in. I could see her hands turn into claws and grab a large bundle of the blanket.

"You love it, don't you, bitch?" I grasped her round hips and began to pull my member from her ass, the sides stretching as the ring clenched at my cock.

She groaned as the muscle attempted to hold me and it was pulled out with me. "God, yes!" Marie squealed. I loved that squeal - it was music to my ears. Before our marriage it was proof that her own orgasm was not long in coming and that her body was reacting to my actions. It had been an ego trip, and it still was.

My cock drove back into her and she jerked forward in pain and pleasure; the ring was forced deep into her. Things continued this way for another few moments, her ass hole becoming more accustomed to me and less painful to her. I began to pinch her nipples with one hand and found and played with her clitoris with the other.

That was enough to send Marie over the edge. She orgasmed.

Since the first time I saw my lovely blonde wife orgasm I could never get enough. She would come with a loud scream, a clenching of every muscle in her body and her head tilted up to the heavens. Marie's body would then sag, as if her spirit had left her, and I could see the sweat break out on her skin and each individual muscle quiver in delight.

I got something out of this too - with my cock surrounded by her anal muscle it had a very pleasurable sensation as it squeezed then loosened up. Suddenly I drove deeply into her, anticipating the next sensation. Her spincter then began to quiver - it felt like it was pulsating upon my organ and I groaned in my own pleasure. It wouldn't be long before I also finished.

After one of the first times she had an orgasm with me, I stroked her body, held her and kissed her brow with all the love I felt. She mewed with pleasure. Now, I roughly pulled from her ass hole and threw her down onto her sweaty back and straddled her waist with my knees. My wife smiled, knowing that if I hadn't finished, then the game wasn't over. She was to be used again and again until I was satisfied - and she loved it.

"Come in my face, lover!" I grasped each breast and encircled my dirty cock. She giggled with a girlish delight and moved her head upwards to lick at the head of my penis. She greatly anticipated my orgasm. If there was one that I had learned in the last year was that Marie loved come. She loved it in her pussy, her ass, in her mouth or simply upon the skin of her body. Especially the face, she loved for me to spot my load upon the smooth pale skin of her pixy face. I was disgusted the first time I did it, at myself for what I did to her. Yet she more than reassured me it was okay - she begged for me to do it again!

This time I was rough as I fucked her round tits. They were barely large enough to use in this way, but I knew that they were very sensitive and she seemed to love the rough treatment I gave her. Nor did she care where my cock had just come from, I think she actually enjoys the knowledge and maybe the taste of her own ass upon my shaft. It was disgusting, degrading and filthy - but that is my wife.