Hatefuck

"I am pretty angry," you admitted.

"If that's what you want," said Whitney.

"Wonderful," said Dr. Barber, "Burt have you ever done rough with Whitney before?"

"Um, not really," you admitted, "some rough blowjobs, a little ****, some spanking."

"I don't know that will be enough," said Dr. Barber, luckily I'll be here to help."

"You want us to fuck right here?" asked Whitney.

"That way I'm here to help," said Dr. Barber.

Whitney looked at you, "if you're ok with it," said Whitney, "fuck me like you hate me."

"Let's start slow," said Dr. Barber, "ease you into it Burt, pull Whitney onto your lap and spank her."

You grabbed Whitney by the back of her neck and **** her down over your lap.

"Burt!" she squealed.

You pulled her pants down exposing a green thong and your wife's tan ass, you had to admire it, Whitney was tan, even in the winter and despite her lithe frame she had a rather plump ass. Without giving any warning you slapped her ass and she squealed.

"You can do better than that Burt," said Dr. Barber.

You struck her harder and she yelped but you held her down.

"Better," said Dr. Barber, "like that, lets try ten a cheek, really batter her ass."

You struck her, again and again, alternating ass cheeks as Whitney squealed and writhed but couldn't escape. If you're honest you lost count but her cheeks were red and warm to the touch when you finally stopped.

"Very good," said Dr. Barber, "how wet is she?"

You yanked her thong to the side and jammed your finger into her soaking wet slit.

"Fucking dripping," you said roughly shoving another finger in as you started to fingerfuck her, "Jesus Christ you like it rough."

Her pussy spasmed around your fingers with little effort and as she reached climax you yanked your fingers out and spanked her again.

"Good Burt, deny her," said Dr. Barber, "she gets off when you let her."

You got Whitney to her feet and roughly tugged her pants off, then her shirt and finally her bra letting her full D-cups fall free. Then you did something you had hoped to work up to eventually, you slapped one of her perfect tits and she gasped but kept her hands behind her back. You slapped her other tit and she squealed, then you pinched her hard nipples and tugged as she whined. Grabbing her throat you pushed Whitney up against the wall and squeezed, she didn't fight at first but as you tightened your grip she struggled in vain. You roughly shoved two fingers back into Whitney and with barely any effort you brought her to climax and this time let her have it. As Whitney's pussy milked your fingers you released her throat and pulled your fingers out letting Whitney collapse to the ground, her legs shaking as she gasped for air. She looked up at you, mascara already beginning to run down her face.

You undid your pants and you could have sworn you saw Whitney lick her lips as your cock sprung free, you'd been so focused on her you hadn't even realized how hard you were.

"Suck it," you commanded and Whitney lunged forward grabbing your waist with both hands and pulling your cock into her mouth forcing you into her throat with minimal effort.

"Good god what a cocksucker," said Dr. Barber.

"You have no idea," you groaned using Whitney's dark brown hair as leverage.

As impressed as Dr. Barber was you had done this with Whitney before, you held her down until you knew she couldn't take anymore and let her up for air. She took you back in a moment later and you **** yourself balls deep and held her, she gagged, then again, then she started to slap your thigh but you held her as she flailed. When you finally let go you thought she might puke or beg for and end but instead she looked up at you with pure lust in her eyes.

"Yes Burt," she gasped, "use your slut wife."

You dragged her to the desk, bent her over pushing her down hard and rammed your cock in as she whined.

Grabbing a handful of Whitney's hair you yanked her back hard as you pounded her, "you like this cock?" you growled. She answered with a deep moan and then you did something you never thought you'd do, you slapped her, not hard, but hard enough and her pussy clenched around you.

"Yesss," hissed Dr. Barber who seemed entirely transfixed on you.

You held Whitney down hard on the desk completely focused on fucking her as hard and deep as you could, your own pleasure was the furthest thing from your mind, right now you wanted to reclaim her, when she fantasized about anything you wanted her to think of this moment. Her legs trembled, you slapped her ass hard and each time she whined louder but at no point did she fight you, she was putty in your hands. She came hard, her whole body trembled and you held yourself deep inside her as she orgasmed. When you finally pulled out she laid whimpering bent of the desk.

You gave her a moment to collect herself then laid her on the desk, her head hanging off the side and rammed your cock down her throat. Holding the back of Whitney's head you used her throat like you'd just used her pussy, when you were kind enough to pull out her drool covered her face, she was a mess of spit and mascara.

"Look at her throat bulge," said Dr. Barber seemingly to herself.

When you'd had enough of this you pulled her around so she was on her back on the desk, her legs spread for you. You slid back in keeping her legs spread wide as you used her.

"Whose pussy is this?" you growled.

"Yours!" she squealed.

You grabbed her throat and a handful of her hair pulling hard as you fucked her, "whose!?"

"Only yours," she screamed.

"Don't you fucking forget it," you growled.

You began to feel yourself getting close and when you couldn't hold back and longer you pulled Whitney down to her knees on the floor and sprayed her face. It was a huge load and soon she had it in her hair, which would normally send her into a fit. When you finally finished she leaned forward and started sucking you clean.

"Holy fuck," you groaned from how sensitive you now were.

You reached down and gently pushed Whitney off of you, then, looking at her like a complete mess you stroked her cheek softly and she nuzzled your hand.

"Wow," gasped Dr. Barber reminding you that you weren't alone.

"Well, I'll let you two clean up," pick one of the options we discussed and I'll see you both back here next week.

You collapsed onto the couch to catch your breath as Whitney sat licking her lips and zoning out.

"She'll be fine," said Dr. Barber, "you just fucked her silly."

Whitney leaned back against the desk and smiled still seemingly in a daze as you finally pulled your pants on.

"Whit?" you said offering a hand to help her to her feet, "you ok?"

"Wonderful," she said with a wide smile as she took your hand.

As she got to her feet she looked into yoir eyes with her piercing baby blues and yoi kissed her, for the first time since you found out about the affair. You final cleaned up and said goodbye to Dr. Barber. When you entered the lobby you could have sworn you saw the secretary close a window on her desktop that showed a live feed of the office.

"See you next week," she said looking you over, if she was checking you out Whitney didn't notice, she was wrapped around your arm her eyes fixed on you.

When you got home you felt like you needed to clear the air with Whitney, you'd been really rough with her.

"Whit," you said, "was all of that ok, I did some things-" she put her hand to your lips.

"It was amazing," she said, "I don't know if I could get manhandled like that all the time but," she devoured you with her eyes, her hand groped your crotch, "I want to do everything for you, anything for you."

"Let's figure out one of the action plans," you said extricating yourself. You took her face in your hands and stared into her eyes, "after all, I decide when you deserve it."

You could have sworn she shivered at your words, "yes sir."

"Good girl," you said feeling a new sense of control over your wife, "let's see."