Carol's beating to remember

[Nemo]

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.

 

[Nemo]

Part 2

The tender moment was over. I looked at her hungrily. Seeing the fear in her eyes, I released her from her dress and pushed her roughly away from me. She fell on her back, legs splayed, still clad in her stockings, bra and panties.

I pushed the stockings down to her knees and lay heavily on top of her, kissing her lips and grinding my cock in her crotch, as she wrapped her legs around my back, giving her tortured cheeks relief from pending carpet burn. I pulled her satin briefs to one side and shoved my cock fair up her dripping cunt, lubricated by the remains of her orgasm.

I moved my mouth to her tits, biting at her erect nipples through the lace of her bra. I opened my mouth wide and grabbed as much of the bra cup between my teeth as I could, pulling it away from her heaving breast. She held her breath in anticipation as I wrenched my head left, then right, the sound of tearing lace extracting a sharp gasp from her. I ripped the torn lace from the cup and grasped the tit now protruding from her distraught underwear, taking her swollen nipple into my mouth and biting hard into its tender flesh. Carol cried out and bucked against my crotch. I clutched at her other tit, tugging heavily on the still intact section of her bra. It didn’t yield as I had expected. I sat up and angrily grabbed it with both hands and yanked as hard as I could, ripping it from her. The rear catch gave way along with the shoulder strap, leaving an elastic burn on her shoulder. Tiny traces of blood wept from the wound.

Still sitting, I seized her nipples, viciously twisting and tormenting them, while ploughing her salacious fuck hole. Her breath was coming in short, sharp, pants when an urge came over me. I looked longingly at the flushed cheeks of my beloved’s face and firmly slapped her left cheek. I had never hit my wife before and still don’t know why I did. “Bastard” she cried, but she hadn’t told me to stop so I slapped her again, harder. “Slut” I replied.

I lay down and gently kissed her battered cheek. Her breathing became more regular as she relaxed. I sat up again and belted her right cheek with my left hand, much harder than before, the sound echoing across the room. She started crying but still did not tell me to stop. I lost control, dementedly slapping her face as tears streamed down her cheeks, her gyrating hips relentlessly pursuing my cock. Then she went over the edge, coming over and over, at one time causing her head to turn the wrong way. I backhanded her square in the mouth, cutting her lip. A thin trail of blood ran down to her ear. Almost immediately her lips began to swell. Still she didn’t tell me to stop. I leant down and licked blood from her lips. Overcome by bloodlust, I clutched a handful of hair and for the first and last time ever in my life, clenched my fist, and punched my wife hard in the face, cutting the skin below her left eye. She cried out in terror, whimpering “No more, no more”.

I was shocked at what I had done and frightened that I had hurt her, yet amazed at the punishment she had absorbed. I held her in my arms, trying to comfort her, apologising and telling her how much I loved her. She nuzzled into me and, through her sobs, told me she was OK, just to hold her for a while.

 

[Nemo]

PART 3

I held her gently, stroking and caressing her wounds. She complained that her ass was sore and wanted to lie on her stomach. I rolled her over and gazed in awe at her bruised and lacerated ass, her black silk panties still embedded in her crack. No more did I feel guilty about what I’d done. The sight of my handiwork made my cock swell with hunger. I kissed her down her back, stopping frequently to inflict a painful ‘love’ bite. She was responding positively, which re-awakened the animal in me. Straddling her back, looking toward her feet, I whacked her ass and waited for the response. She cried out, but nothing else. Encouraged, I hit her again and reached for my belt, eyeing her silky untouched thighs. I leaned forward and pulled aside her panties. She winced as I spread her cheeks apart and buried my tongue hungrily in her pungent shit chute, penetrating as far as I could. She squirmed delightedly, groaning as she relished this more normal part of our sex act. I took one hand and smacked her across her thighs again and again. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Reaching for my belt I sat up and whipped her thighs to a bright red colour before turning the belt about and laying into her with the buckle. Carol had begun sobbing again but her moaning indicated that she was extracting a perverse thrill from my abuse. Her pelvis rocked up and down as she dry rooted a crease in the rug. I was gone again. I straddled her butt, facing forward. Holding the belt in one hand, I whipped her across her upper back and shoulders, back and forth, back and forth. Carol was howling uncontrollably now. She must have realised that if I didn’t cum soon I would be in danger of doing irreparable damage to my beloved wife, because she sobbed “Fuck me, babe, fuck me, oh my god, please, fuck my ass, fuck it now”.

I threw away the belt and removed her panties from her ass crack, returning them to their normal shape. I lowered my head and bit a hole in the centre of her knickers. Sticking my fingers in, I ripped them apart, exposing her expectant shit chute. Grabbing my enlarged member in one hand and spreading her cheeks with the other I crudely jammed my cock all the way up her straining anal passage. She screamed in agony as I stretched her beyond her limits, a little blood mingling with our juices to provide some welcome lubrication. I fucked her like a bull, then roared like one, as I disgorged stream after stream of hot cum into her steaming ass hole.

I stayed there inside her, catching my breath, until my cock went limp. I gently withdrew, closed her legs and kneeled astride her. She had stopped crying, but was still emitting painful sobs, as I rested my limp cock on the apex of her ass.

The end of my cock tingled as a stream of urine escaped from it, running down to pool in the small of her back. It soon overflowed and trickled down her waist and on to the rug. I moved back slightly, allowing the rancid fluid to run down the crack of her ass, past her shit chute and over her aching vulva, ending its journey in a spreading stain on the carpet.

The next morning I looked at her battered face and body, still wearing the torn remnants of her underwear. Her distended lips were encrusted with blood and her badly bruised eye would be difficult to see out of for a while. The gash below her eye had not closed fully and was seeping onto her blood stained pillow. There were welts where the bra straps had cut into the skin and cuts and bruises over parts of her body where I had given her a number of so called ‘love’ bites. She sported long bruises criss-crossed over her back and shoulders; her once attractive backside was a mass of bruises and weal’s, as were her thighs, right down to the back of her knees. The entrance to her ass was ringed with dried blood.

I was overcome with remorse. Never before had I lost control like that and it frightened me, although even now I could feel a stirring in my groin.

When Carol awoke I told her how I felt. “Why didn’t you try to stop me?” I asked her. She looked at me in obvious pain. “You stopped when I wanted you to” she replied. She told me not to worry, that she had enjoyed the night, well most of it. She ached everywhere but it was worth it, “I’ve never cum like that before, never.” she exclaimed. “But don’t make a habit of it” she warned. “Let me heal first”.

 

[droopy1]

Being a masochist and an addic to the whip this is the kind of sex I would want if I were a woman.Minus the face slapping and belt buckle. My wife is my strict misstress and cuckolds me. She has a bull lover who she makes me suck while he whips me hard and with no mercy. When I'm kneeling submissively in front of him with his huge cock in my mouth he comes down on my ass and legs with a hard lash of his belt. The pain I feel burns and stings my buttocks and thighs and coarses thru my quivering torso. The sudden strike of pain causes me to make a strong sucking reflex on his throbing cock. We seem to get into a rhythm.He basically controlls his own blow job thru ass whiping me. He gets into a passionate rage and wants harder and stronger sucking from me so increases the speed and intensity of my belting.My ass by now is on fire as tears run down my face. When he shoots his load into my mouth he is wiping me with an insane frenzy trying to maximize his pleasure. My wife is watching and laughing at how pathetic I am and enjoying every bit of the show.This happens every friday when he comes to our house for the weekend.

 

[Nemo]

Being a masochist and an addic to the whip this is the kind of sex I would want if I were a woman.Minus the face slapping and belt buckle. My wife is my strict misstress and cuckolds me. She has a bull lover who she makes me suck while he whips me hard and with no mercy. When I'm kneeling submissively in front of him with his huge cock in my mouth he comes down on my ass and legs with a hard lash of his belt. The pain I feel burns and stings my buttocks and thighs and coarses thru my quivering torso. The sudden strike of pain causes me to make a strong sucking reflex on his throbing cock. We seem to get into a rhythm.He basically controlls his own blow job thru ass whiping me. He gets into a passionate rage and wants harder and stronger sucking from me so increases the speed and intensity of my belting.My ass by now is on fire as tears run down my face. When he shoots his load into my mouth he is wiping me with an insane frenzy trying to maximize his pleasure. My wife is watching and laughing at how pathetic I am and enjoying every bit of the show.This happens every friday when he comes to our house for the weekend.

That is so hot. I would love to watch that happening to you. IRL I'd join in.

 

[Snoopsissy]

Well I remember my ex wife telling me once to give her it rough and not to stop if she started crying - in fact to give her it harder - so I slapped her tits and face during it and put her shoe top up her hole and fucked her with it holding onto the heel , then hit her pussy and arse and back of legs with sole , I didn’t at the time think where this had came from , just thought she was extra horny and drunk ( always a good combo eh ) or she had been watching some rough porn without me . Little did I know she was being fucked and I suppose cucking me with a guy who used to frequent the pub she worked in , damn he must had some good nights with her looking back . I’ve told this one before but woman I was chatting to on line came to mines , had little idea what she was into but told me - if you want it you are going to have to take it - so I did lol

 

[curious4fun]

This is the kinda sex I'd love to watch or give to some lil pain slut...there hard to find though

 

[Snoopsissy]

Well as far as the ex wife went we had never ever done any rough stuff before so I should have asked more questions - all I can think of is guy she was cheating on me with turned her onto it . Before she went out with her girl friend from work I used to do her doggy or she’d suck me off ( as long as I didn’t mess her hair up - that’s woman got you eh ) . So he’d be getting sloppy seconds from me without knowing ha ha . As to the other one she mentioned she was into s and m , she again not having experience of it thought I’d give it a go lol - she liked to build up to it liked to be pushed around and called dirty names - her name on my phone was - FUCK RAT So that says it all I think