Painal for My Wife

Deep down, she must have known it was all building to this. I strapped her to the bed, face down, her arms and legs spread in all directions.

I like hearing her cry out and making her say humiliating things, so she was a little surprised when I put the duct tape over her mouth. She looked up at me, with a hint of fear in her brown eyes. I smiled.

“I’m going to **** you, whore.” She looked up, blankly. “Yes. I’m going to **** your tight little ass.”

She tried to say something and struggled, but it was hopeless. I grabbed her thick ass and spread her open wide. I hungrily licked her asshole, like a wolf tasting the first bite of its prey. Muffled by the tape, she yelled “No!” I licked it again, my tongue dancing around the rim, penetrating for brief moments. I buried my face in her big, fat ass. God, I loved that big fucking ass.

I lubed up a modest buttplug and placed it against her asshole, spreading almost imperceptibly. I gently guided it in and she started crying “No, no, no, no, no” underneath the tape, squealing an especially loud “NO!” when the widest part of the plug stretched her out. My cock had never been harder.

I lunged down and bit her asscheek as hard as I could, and she screamed like she was being murdered. I drew blood.

I stood up and walked around to the other side to see her face. Tears were already trickling down her face.

“Just breathe,” I told her. Her eyes narrowed in anger and she tried to shout. She repeated something over and over, and I realized she was saying “Red light! Red light!” I laughed hysterically once I realized what she was trying to do. Sure, the yellow light / red light system had always worked for us. We never really had to invoke it, but it was always there. She had never invoked the red light in our sexual life. Not once. We both understood it was an absolute stopping signal.

“Red light?” I asked. She nodded, her face melting from anger to pathetic pleading. I smiled again.

“I guess you didn’t hear me the first time, dumb fucking bitch. I’m **** you.” She screamed.

“You’ve been promising me anal, on and off, for years. Well, I’m taking it, bitch. You fucking nigger-loving whore. I’m taking what’s rightfully mine.”

I started to walk behind her, reveling in every second she struggled against her restraints.

“I realize that I’m crossing a line. I realize this is ****. Get this through your head, cum dumpster,” I leaned down. "You’re about to become a **** victim.” She thrashed uselessly. She had it coming.

“You’re getting exactly what you deserve. I’m going to teach you a lesson, and…” I stroked my cock. “And I’m going to get away with it.”

I removed the buttplug. I gently glided my shaft into her tight little asshole, and she screamed. She screamed like I’ve never heard her scream before. The combination of her genuine, anguished cries along with the insane tightness of her ass—not to mention the thought that I was **** her—caused me to have one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I shuddered and shook as my cum unloaded into her. My vision literally went white for a second. I collapsed on top of her. After my cock was done pulsating inside her, I pulled out and sat down in deep satisfaction on the loveseat behind me. She was crying—sobbing, really—and I barely noticed. I almost fell asleep right then and there. In that haze, I vaguely remembered wanting to take photos. I stumbled around her and grabbed my phone, taking photos of the massive anal creampie I just pumped into her.

I put down the phone and spanked her ass. She flinched and tearfully sobbed, “Fuck you!” The tape had peeled off her mouth as the tears, sweat, and saliva accumulated. As she continued to sob, I realized that I felt no post-nut clarity. I felt no regret, no shame, no second-guessing doubts. Cum dripped down her leg, and I spread her ass with my hands. I really unloaded in her.

Suddenly, cum spurted out, and the noise it made was a gift from the gods. As low as she already was, the noise the cum made as it spurted out of her asshole completely broke her. It annihilated any remaining shred of dignity. She burst out sobbing louder than she had before, almost wailing. I laughed. She was utterly humiliated, and my cock stiffened once more.

I thought the best way to put the icing on the cake was to record her pathetic crying, and let her know I was doing it. I placed my phone, recording, on a chair in front of her. She looked up and saw the front-facing screen, saw her smeared-mascara face looking back at her. I stroked my cock, preparing to enter her a second time. I’d recorded the first ass-fucking, but now there would be a close-up of her face and her pathetic whimpering.

As the head of my dick slipped past her asshole, something in her snapped. Her crying stopped and she went still, almost comatose.

“How does it feel?” She said nothing.

I grabbed her face and pointed it at the camera. “I just fucking **** you, bitch. Thank me for it.” She didn’t hesitate.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

I penetrated her again and again, speechless at the incredible tightness of her hole. I fucked her harder this time, clapping against her ass.

“God, you’re such a good hole,” I said.

“Yes, daddy!”

“What are you?”

“I’m a hole.”

“What are you?”

“I’m a hole.”

I fucked her harder. She couldn’t mask her cries.

“Ohh…oh! Daddy you’re so big!”

“I don’t want you to say that. I want you to say ‘Stop’. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Stop. Stop, daddy, please. Stop. Stop. Stop! Stop! Stop!”

“Good girl…”

“Stop! Stop! Ohhhh…!”

I fucked the hole until I was satisfied.