HOT CHEATING WIFE LIKES IT ROUGH

They had one of those marriages that seem inevitable for certain people. They met in college student government. She was president, he was vice president. They were both overachievers, and after graduation she got a job as a pharamaceutical sales rep, and he went into investment banking. They both routinely had 60 hour work weeks.

The universal barrier treatment had passed FDA trials and entered manufacturing at her company. It was added to her workload as a sales representative, and rapidly became her best money maker. Of course, she was one of the first members of the public to take it- how could she testify to this miracle medication if she didn't?

The drug did its work, and made itself known one afternoon when she was at a late meeting with hospital executives. She could never remember the terms of the agreement they made. She sprinted up the stairs to her apartment. This was a rare day when they were both home at a reasonable time. The sex was aggressive and joyful. It was surprising to him given that the most recent liaison had been three months ago, and that was after a date night and hours of buildup.

It was more surprising that the next morning was more of the same. She had never been more than a once-a-week woman, and he had to resort to jerking off in the shower when he wanted more. But it was Saturday and they indulged themselves. He didn't ask questions. Don't fix what isn't broken.

For weeks they had daily passionate sex that was as good as anything either of them could remember. In the next month, he had a week long business trip. She had never found an efficient or overwhelming method of masturbation, and sex toys in her mind belonged in disgusting pornography. She made it to Wednesday evening, and then went to a bar, found the drunkest guy she thought could sustain a boner, brought him home, and threw him out as soon as it was done.

So their lives continued. Every day when he was home. She would abstain for as long as possible if either of them was out of town, but would invariably give in. Eventually, of course, word got out. You can't fuck dozens of people you're not married to and expect no one to know. In these situations, twenty people might find out before someone is courageous enough to tell the husband.

After that difficult conversation with his well-meaning friend, he considered his options for hours before arriving at the solution. It was perfect- she had bought and set up the camera herself when they were pet-sitting for an out of town friend. Neither of them had paid attention to it sitting plugged into the wall socket since. He just turned it back on.

On his next trip she didn't even last past Monday, and he knew something had to be done. He cut his travel short and returned to town immediately. He checked into a nearby hotel on Tuesday night. No action. On Wednesday, she rushed in the door and rushed out fifteen minutes later wearing a dress, heels, and makeup. He was in the apartment when they walked in.

"Who the fuck is that?" said the drunk guy.

"My...my husband."

"You got a husband? Is this a cuck thing?"

In the coldest possible tone of voice, he let the stranger know that it was definitely not a cuck thing. After the man left, she was quivering.

"I'm so sorry. You just make me so horny, and I can't..."

He opened his phone and started showing her videos. Every imaginable position. Screaming orgasms. No two videos with the same man.

"I'm so sorry" she repeated. "Do you...do you want a divorce?"

"No. I want you to do all the things with me that you did with them, starting right now. You're going to quit your job so that you're always available to be with me. If you do that, I'll give you everything you want."

"I'm not sure..."

"And if you don't then I will file for divorce and these will go in the court file. I'll make sure to invite all your friends and family to the trial so they know exactly how you treated me."

The reality was stark for her. Have constant, mind blowing sex but be under his total control, or lose all of her social standing and be an unsatisfied sex addict. Her pussy made the choice easy.

For the next few weeks they did exactly what he said. He made her watch all the videos of herself fucking other men and do a stroke-for-stroke recreation. When he had to go out of town, he bought her a vibrator and taught her how to use it, but made sure it was locked up when he came back. The camera stayed activated and she had to stay in view of it the entire time he was gone.

Gradually he became more demanding. Some of it was simple enough. Wear certain clothes. Talk dirty about how big his dick was. But he kept pushing. One night he was buried in her to the hilt.

"Call me daddy."

Part of her wanted to. Part of her said it was repulsive, and things needed to stop. It was the first time that the second voice won.

"No...I can't. That's too much."

He pulled out of her, yanked her legs apart, and smacked her pussy with his palm. He pushed her face into the pillow to muffle her scream, and said in her ear

"My house. My wife. My pussy. Do as you're told."

Now she was wetter than she had ever been.

"Yes, daddy."

That happened sometimes. He would find her boundaries, and overcome them through harsh dominance that made her question whether her own desires mattered at all. Eventually she decided that it was easier to just give in. Orgasm was what she wanted most in her life, and satisfying his desires meant the kind of hard fucking that led to the best results in that regard.

One day after sex he had her sitting in his lap.

"Well, cutie pie, it's a big day."

"Why is that?"

"I quit my job. We're making enough money now that I don't need it."

"What? How are we making money with no job?"

He smiled and got out his phone. He went to a porn site and typed her name in the search bar.

"This is the first one I posted. This one has a million views by itself."

HOT CHEATING WIFE LIKES IT ROUGH.

It was a video taken from the pet camera on the night he caught her. Him on the couch, her walking in with a stranger, an awkward conversation followed by rough fucking.

He showed her the account profile. Dozens of videos taken from the pet camera, a secretly activated laptop webcam, his phone. Her fulfilling every one of his sexual fantasies.

She looked up at him.

"This is making me horny."

They added another video to the collection that night.