Punishment for Kelly. Or is it Pleasure? (Week 6 Contd.)

Kelly stirred in a dreamy haze, enjoying the sensations of the warm body wrapped around her. She cuddled her husband back, running her face through his neck. Nuzzling, she stroked his hair through her soft, pretty fingers, love pouring out of every touch, ready to kiss him good morning. But when she opened her eyes, she stopped in her tracks, the smile evaporating from her face.

The man lying next to him wasn't her husband, rather the partner in her recent illicit affair - Shaun. As Kelly looked on - horrified - she started recalling events from last night. Images started flooding her mind - twisted, depraved, perverted snapshot after snapshot. Oh no. Oh no no no.

Kelly remembered Shaun teaching her to call him daddy. It almost made her laugh. Calling a teenager half her age daddy? But a sharp slap across the face made her realize Shaun was indeed serious. He made her call him daddy again and again, until she was doing it out of her own volition.

Her mind drifted back to the scenes when Shaun came on her wedding photo and made her lick it. That photo was a testament to the happiest day of her life. He had no right to desecrate that memory. Yet he did, and Kelly was complicit in that violation. It almost made her **** in agony now. This wasn't what she signed up for. She loved her husband, she was sure about that, no matter how far she descended into lust.

Her feelings of despair only heightened when she recalled the events that unfolded in the bathroom. How could she? Shaun made her piss on her wedding photo, before he joined in too. She could have said no, she could have stopped it before it went that far, but she did nothing. She said nothing.

Kelly had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Things could not go on like this. She adored Shaun's cock, but if it meant losing John's love and respect, she'd rather choose the latter. She had to put a stop to this, right here right now.

As Shaun stirred beside her, still cuddling, she woke him up gently. "Hey gorgeous", he whispered softly. "Good morning".

When Kelly didn't reciprocate the greeting, he opened his eyes in full, at first marveling at her disheveled, naked morning glory. Then he saw all the conflicting emotions playing on her face. "Did you not enjoy last night?" came the frowning inquiry from the young co-ed.

"Shaun, what we did last night... It wasn't right. I still love my husband. I can't **** him like that, even if he's not there to see it. It was a onetime thing - please do not make me do that again," the distressed housewife was almost in tears.

She was fighting an impossible battle between lust and love. She didn't know which was going to win, but she wasn't just going to lie down and let lust have its way. She was going to fight, for her husband and for the cherished bond between them.

Shaun stared at Kelly, disbelief in his eyes. He was certain he fucked the devotion out of her last night, dominating her again and again, making her humiliate her husband at every turn. "Is this bitch just too afraid to make up her own mind, or did I not do a good job?" His brain was now planting uncertainties in his psyche - for the first time he was doubting his own sexual prowess.

"What... What do you mean?" Even the mighty Shaun was stammering at Kelly's unwavering loyalty. This wasn't part of his plan.

"I love the time we spend together. I really do. But when it comes to you and my husband, please don't make me choose. I can't. I just can't." Kelly was weeping openly now. Shaun felt something stir in his mind he hadn't felt in a long time. Was it... Compassion?

"Calm down, baby. Please, calm down." Shaun was kissing the teary housewife on the cheeks, trailing his face all over her face. "Since it matters to you so much, I'll take it easy on John for now. But you have to remember, you belong to me now. You fuck who I tell you. You dress how I tell you. You talk how I tell you. Understand?"

Kelly looked at Shaun through her teary eyes, nodding along in agreement, before speaking softly. "Except for hubby. You can't tell me not to fuck John. That is one step too far".

Shaun stared into the pretty doe eyes of Kelly, mesmerized by the endless ocean of love in them. Fucking John. How could one guy be so lucky?

He didn't want to relent. He wanted to claim her for himself - all of her. Fuck John. Fuck everything else. Fuck the world. But seeing how distraught she was at the moment, he quickly thought of a concession. Maybe he could still turn it into a win for himself.

"Fine, you get your way. But you'll have to make it up to me tonight."

"Tonight? What do you mean?"

"Tonight we go clubbing".

… … …

For Kelly’s first night of clubbing, she went all in – choosing a classy black mini dress that showed off her gorgeous legs and ample cleavage. The dress came down to her mid-thighs with slits cut on both sides, offering a tantalizing view of her hips every time she took a step. Black high heels and some light makeup complimented her flowy, shiny black hair. No one would suspect it was her first night getting into a club.

Except, everyone knew within the first ten minutes.

Kelly wasn’t big on drinking. In fact, she probably hadn’t had a drop of any kind of **** in the past few years. On top of that, the anticipation of a completely brand-new experience in the form of clubbing, and the urge to have the perfect appearance for Shaun made her skip lunch.

Being a lightweight and on an empty stomach, she also felt the need to impress Shaun. When asked about her favorite drink, “Whiskey, neat” wasn’t probably the wisest answer. And gulping down the entire glass in one go only added to the evening’s string of poor decisions for Kelly.

Within minutes, Kelly was almost out cold. Shaun was furious. He had forsaken part of his control over her in exchange for this evening, and that was how the ungrateful bitch decided to repay him? In his eyes, she needed to be taught a lesson.

A harsh lesson.

… … …

When Shaun unlocked the front door, John was already sound asleep in the guest bedroom. The gullible, ever-so-trusting husband figured the ‘pretend’ couple might need to delve into their ruse for their bully friends later in the night. So, he chose to give them the space in advance.

The young, hung student dragged Kelly’s **** body across the floor to the master bedroom. He had been fondling her body on the Uber ride home, much to the delight of the driver. The lightweight housewife might have passed out, but the flustered look on her pretty face was testament to how her **** body accepted Shaun’s touches as welcome invasions of pleasure.

Inside, Shaun threw Kelly on the bathroom floor, filling the bathtub while he took off his shirt and pulled down his pants to take out his impressive cock. Once the bathtub was filled to the brim, he grabbed the housewife, perching her lifeless body on the edge of the tub.

As Shaun lifted Kelly’s dress, he found her cunt already wet, probably from the fondling in the car. With one quick motion, he entered her from behind, the sensations waking her up drunkenly.

“Wh… Wha…”

As she was coming to, Shaun grabbed a handful of her hair, and dunked her head into the water. He felt her pussy contract and grip his cock tighter than usual.

“Damn, I should do this more often”, he thought while thrusting into the half-conscious girl as her entire head was underwater.

After five strokes, he pulled it out of the water. Kelly was struggling to breathe, huffing and puffing for air desperately. She was still in a drunken state, but she was coming to her senses fast. She started moaning and protesting at the same time, before Shaun dunked her head in the bathtub again.

“Fucking cumwhore. Would you embarrass me again in front of my friends?”

“Ughh…Ghhghh… Nghhh…” her head was underwater so understandably, she could barely form a coherent sentence.

Five strokes later, Shaun pulled her head out of the water and asked again.

“No… No… Ahhh… Never babyyyy”, she shrieked on top of her lungs from the beautiful cock buried deep inside her pussy and Shaun grabbing her hair, forcing her to arch her back awkwardly.

“What will you do about it?”

“I’ll…glugggg…” her head was submerged again.

Five strokes later, as her head emerged again from the water, she could finally speak again.

“Agghh… Nghhh… I’ll learn to drink for you daddyyy… Please no more… Ughhh fuuuck…”

“I don’t know, bitch. I feel like you’re not good enough to learn.” He made a show of dunking her head again. Her pussy gripped his dick immediately. As he was enjoying the sensations from the panicked housewife, he came up with another depraved idea.

“I’ll tell you what, baby. I’ll stop dunking your head in the bathtub for tonight if you could find me a smaller tub in the bathroom”.

Smaller tub? There was only one bathtub in the bathroom. The semi-drunken girl started looking around in panic. There was the sink, the shower, and the… toilet bowl.

Surely, Shaun couldn’t mean…

Oh no.

Fuck.

Sighing, from a mixture of surrender and depraved arousal, a half-drunk Kelly realized she had **** but to do it.

“Ugh… Baby…”

“What is it, fleshlight?”

“Would you…Agh…” Shaun’s dick in her cunt was scrambling her thoughts, as always.

“Would you dunk my head… Nnghh… In the toilet bowl?”

Shaun sported a huge grin. Here was his next step in corrupting the previously innocent housewife. She was starting to realize what kind of depraved trash she really was.

“I don’t know, Kelly. I can’t just dunk anyone’s head in the toilet bowl.”

Kelly was in a full-blown panic hearing him use her name. He rarely called her by her legal name. Usually it was one of the pet names he gave her that she loved so much.

“Did I say anything wrong?” she asked meekly, still panting and whimpering from Shaun’s slow and agonizing thrusting.

Shaun let out a sigh. This bitch was getting trained, but still needed a reminder now and then.

“Who are you?” he asked her, dunking her head immediately in the water.

Thankfully, this time he took mercy on her, pulling her head out after just one stroke.

“Ugh… daddy… Nngghh… Dunk this cheating wife’s head in the toilet bowl. Please. Please baby”.

In one swift motion, Shaun moved Kelly from the bathtub to the toilet. He pushed her head in the bowl, gave her pussy a powerful thrust, then pressed the flush.

Kelly was now moaning her lungs out from the rough fucking she was receiving. The only thing dampening her screams of ecstasy was the splashes from the flush. Shaun pressed the flush again and again, while fucking her pussy mercilessly.

He had stopped teasing her, instead choosing to hate fuck her with deep, strong thrusts. “She deserves this”, Shaun kept murmuring. “She’s a fucking whore. Whores deserve to be treated like garbage”. His hips were a blur now, his cock moving in and out of her like a piston. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Kelly’s back.

Speaking of Kelly, with pleasure building inside her from the utterly decadent actions, the horny housewife inched closer and closer to a huge orgasm. She found herself urging on Shaun to fuck her harder, faster.

When Shaun asked her if she felt like disposable trash getting fucked like that, she could only whimper, the fight having already left her body, leaving only the spirits of a wanton slut willing to do anything to get her lusty urges satisfied.

All on a sudden, Kelly came violently on Shaun’s cock, almost squirting. Her entire body collapsed into a heap as she rested her head on the edge of the toilet bowl, panting heavily.

Shaun emptied his balls inside her pussy, utterly spent and flabbergasted from the actions of the housewife. He did not expect the punishment he was doling out to have the exact opposite effect on Kelly. It appeared she was actually enjoying this perverse display more than him.

As a last resort, to regain a modicum of control over the situation, Shaun stood up, aiming his spent cock at her face, letting out a strong, powerful stream of piss. Kelly instinctively opened her mouth, letting the incoming liquid splash on her face, mouth, hair, and chest.

Drenched in piss and full of cum, she was passing out for a second time that night. This time, however, it was from the unreal sensations of her filthy orgasm.

Shaun’s legs gave out as he collapsed on the floor beside her.

He wanted to hate the disgusting sight in front of him, to feel disdain for a nasty, filthy cheating slut like Kelly. But even in the darkest corners of his heart, he couldn’t find an iota of repulsion for her.

He began to weep openly, covering his tear-soaked face in his palms, sitting beside a passed-out Kelly.

Fuck.

Shaun was in love.