This particular story doesn't involve cheating or cuckolding, but there isn't a place where I can post a story about a man fucking his own wife for a change, so I have put this where all of Carol's other stories are.
PART 1
I have said before that Carol likes her sex hard and fast. The rougher the better, but how rough is too rough? I every time I reach what I think are her limits she surprises me by exceeding them.
We started out just having hard sex. Then I experimented with biting her nipples harder and harder. I did the same to her clit, and each time she set a new pain threshold for herself.
I would often give her an open handed slap on the ass during sex. The first time I did it I was amazed at the positive response I received. From then on spanking became part of our repertoire and, over time, increased in intensity to the point where I could not hit her much harder.
It was only natural that we should progress to using a strap. It started one night when I was sitting on the couch with Carol feasting on my cock. I could not reach her ass so I removed the belt from my jeans, folded it in half, holding the buckle end. She emitted a low moan and twitched her butt in anticipation as I began belting her gorgeous ass. This got me so horny I came in a rush, filling her mouth with a load of hot cum.
From spanking and belting her tortured ass we progressed to her thighs and upper back, often leaving them red raw, but short of leaving welts and bruises.
The most violent session we’ve had occurred the night after we had fucked our friend, Dee. We were both still on a high from successfully recruiting another victim into our perverted lifestyle and were anxious to get at each other’s body.
My wife had dressed in a short, powder blue, cocktail dress, with black silk panties and bra and self-supporting stockings that came to the top of her thighs. Added to this was a pair of four inch high heels. Carol likes to leave some of her clothing on, but disarranged, while fucking. She says it gives her a feeling of being ravaged, especially when her clothing and underwear is ripped and torn. It has got to the stage where she buys clothes from the op-shop just so that I can destroy them during sex.
I had hooked up the video camera to the TV so that we could watch ourselves from angles you don’t normally see.
I sat on the couch next to Carol. We began kissing intensely and running our hands over each other. Carol unbuttoned my shirt and started sucking and biting my nipples. I knew by her biting that she was willing to take some punishment tonight.
I unzipped her dress and ran my left hand over her back. Watching us on the TV, I could see that her dress had ridden up, exposing the flesh between her stockings and panties.
Carol ran her tongue down my stomach and stopped while she unzipped my jeans. I lifted my ass off the couch as she slid my jeans and jocks down to my ankles, then removed them completely. With amazing foresight she removed the belt from my jeans and placed it next to me on the couch. I knew what she wanted and nearly shot my load just thinking about it.
Positioning herself between my legs she began stroking my rigid member and pushed the tip of her tongue into its unseeing eye. The video depicted a rear view of her that I found immensely erotic. Her dress was up to her waist displaying her delightful satin covered ass. I really love the triangular shape made by her panties when she is on her knees, bent over someone’s manhood.
I reached for my belt and, adjusting the length, began gently flailing her glowing cheeks. I hit her low, on the flesh atop her stockings, teasing the end of the belt around to her satin covered baby exit. Her breathing became more intense as she zealously sucked my ardent cock. I increased the ferocity of my assault upon her buttocks, flagellating her harder and faster.
My wife emitted a low groan and began humping against the rhythm of my blows. She grabbed me tightly, her nails piercing the flesh of my back. No longer sucking my cock, she winced in pain whenever my belt lapped at her burning fuck hole. I leaned forward and grabbed her panties, pulling them tightly into the crack of her ass. I growled in pure animal lust at the sight of more raw flesh for my ravenous belt. With one hand clutched around her panties and the other flailing wildly, I thrashed her butt until it was red raw, bright welts now appearing on her inflamed flesh. Carol was moaning incessantly, totally oblivious to anything but the next excruciating blow to her wasted butt, eagerly dreading each bolt of pain as it penetrated the depths of her cunt. With her butt bucking and writhing, she moaned louder and louder until she cried out, her agonised convulsions wracking her body as never before. As the last of her orgasm dissipated she rested her head in my lap, sobbing forlornly, her tears running down my crotch and over my balls.
I lifted her head and looked into her eyes. At that moment I loved as much as I had ever done and told her so. I kissed her, our tongues snaking around each other’s, and then lapped the salty tears streaming down her cheeks, finally kissing her eyes, drying them with my tongue.
PART 1
I have said before that Carol likes her sex hard and fast. The rougher the better, but how rough is too rough? I every time I reach what I think are her limits she surprises me by exceeding them.
We started out just having hard sex. Then I experimented with biting her nipples harder and harder. I did the same to her clit, and each time she set a new pain threshold for herself.
I would often give her an open handed slap on the ass during sex. The first time I did it I was amazed at the positive response I received. From then on spanking became part of our repertoire and, over time, increased in intensity to the point where I could not hit her much harder.
It was only natural that we should progress to using a strap. It started one night when I was sitting on the couch with Carol feasting on my cock. I could not reach her ass so I removed the belt from my jeans, folded it in half, holding the buckle end. She emitted a low moan and twitched her butt in anticipation as I began belting her gorgeous ass. This got me so horny I came in a rush, filling her mouth with a load of hot cum.
From spanking and belting her tortured ass we progressed to her thighs and upper back, often leaving them red raw, but short of leaving welts and bruises.
The most violent session we’ve had occurred the night after we had fucked our friend, Dee. We were both still on a high from successfully recruiting another victim into our perverted lifestyle and were anxious to get at each other’s body.
My wife had dressed in a short, powder blue, cocktail dress, with black silk panties and bra and self-supporting stockings that came to the top of her thighs. Added to this was a pair of four inch high heels. Carol likes to leave some of her clothing on, but disarranged, while fucking. She says it gives her a feeling of being ravaged, especially when her clothing and underwear is ripped and torn. It has got to the stage where she buys clothes from the op-shop just so that I can destroy them during sex.
I had hooked up the video camera to the TV so that we could watch ourselves from angles you don’t normally see.
I sat on the couch next to Carol. We began kissing intensely and running our hands over each other. Carol unbuttoned my shirt and started sucking and biting my nipples. I knew by her biting that she was willing to take some punishment tonight.
I unzipped her dress and ran my left hand over her back. Watching us on the TV, I could see that her dress had ridden up, exposing the flesh between her stockings and panties.
Carol ran her tongue down my stomach and stopped while she unzipped my jeans. I lifted my ass off the couch as she slid my jeans and jocks down to my ankles, then removed them completely. With amazing foresight she removed the belt from my jeans and placed it next to me on the couch. I knew what she wanted and nearly shot my load just thinking about it.
Positioning herself between my legs she began stroking my rigid member and pushed the tip of her tongue into its unseeing eye. The video depicted a rear view of her that I found immensely erotic. Her dress was up to her waist displaying her delightful satin covered ass. I really love the triangular shape made by her panties when she is on her knees, bent over someone’s manhood.
I reached for my belt and, adjusting the length, began gently flailing her glowing cheeks. I hit her low, on the flesh atop her stockings, teasing the end of the belt around to her satin covered baby exit. Her breathing became more intense as she zealously sucked my ardent cock. I increased the ferocity of my assault upon her buttocks, flagellating her harder and faster.
My wife emitted a low groan and began humping against the rhythm of my blows. She grabbed me tightly, her nails piercing the flesh of my back. No longer sucking my cock, she winced in pain whenever my belt lapped at her burning fuck hole. I leaned forward and grabbed her panties, pulling them tightly into the crack of her ass. I growled in pure animal lust at the sight of more raw flesh for my ravenous belt. With one hand clutched around her panties and the other flailing wildly, I thrashed her butt until it was red raw, bright welts now appearing on her inflamed flesh. Carol was moaning incessantly, totally oblivious to anything but the next excruciating blow to her wasted butt, eagerly dreading each bolt of pain as it penetrated the depths of her cunt. With her butt bucking and writhing, she moaned louder and louder until she cried out, her agonised convulsions wracking her body as never before. As the last of her orgasm dissipated she rested her head in my lap, sobbing forlornly, her tears running down my crotch and over my balls.
I lifted her head and looked into her eyes. At that moment I loved as much as I had ever done and told her so. I kissed her, our tongues snaking around each other’s, and then lapped the salty tears streaming down her cheeks, finally kissing her eyes, drying them with my tongue.