'Alpha Mark' is angry with his wife

"You", he hissed in recognition, and Rosie flinched at the anger she heard.

Mark let go of Erin for a second before, with his left, he lightly put his hand around her throat and pushed - she complied, walking backwards until he was at Rosie. With his right he did the same to Rosie's neck and she gasped a horrified, "No!"

One woman casually held in each hand, he walked them back till they were against the wall. He was only staring at his wife though.

"You betrayed me", he sneered. His left hand left Erin's throat to continue manipulating her pussy, making a mockery of his marriage vows. And yet he felt confident enough to accuse his own wife.

"You're meant to stick with me through thick and thin! You swore to do so!", he roared. Rosie had never seen her husband like this - Mark knew he'd never been like this in his life. She was afraid, mostly because in her mind he was right. She shrank from him but she could barely move, his hand tightening against her throat if she tried.

The silence was punctuated by the wet repeated *shlick*shlick* noises as Mark now fingered the sex therapist, her cuntsleeve tight and warm around his finger. He never stopped looking at his wife though.

"You believed all that nonsense about me! You believed and you wanted to do nothing to help!"

Rosie's eyes were watering up as she nodded, "I know! I'm so so sorry Mark, I never..."

She was choked off with his hand and he brought his face within millimetres of hers. 'Alpha' Mark didn't seem like a stupid idea. Maybe Alpha Mark was real after all. Maybe he'd had it inside him all along. Certainly, Mark reflected, he got results.

"Swear to obey me", he whispered. Erin was forgotten now, even as he penetrated her. Rosie looked for some sort of recognition in her husband's eyes but found none. There was no forgiveness here.

"What do you...", she began but was choked off again with a warning squeeze. Who was this man? She was both terrified and filled with regret at having let him down. I've made him this angry she thought. Tears sprung from her eyes and she felt them dribble down her cheeks.

"We never did include the traditional oath of obedience - wife to man - in our vows", Mark explained, "Something we need to rectify."

The way his eyes flashed, Rosie knew the no wasn't going to be an answer he'd take. In a way, she felt she owed him this. She had let him down, at let herself believe those terrible things about him. Of course he wasn't a rapist, she should have known that implicitly.

"What do you want me to do?", her wavering voice asked.

"Good", he approved, "Although you missed off the 'sir'"

A hot flush of embarrassment and fear rose to her cheeks, as she corrected herself, "What do you want me to do, sir?"

Her compliance was awakening something in her husband. Erin was mostly forgotten, beyond her pussy which he was now urgently, roughly fingering.

"On your knees", he grunted. She was trembling as he tugged her neck downwards and she half crumpled, half shuffled into place. His beautiful, elegant wife, the woman he'd loved more than anything in the world, was reduced to kneeling before him. As she looked up at him he stroke back some of her lustrous brown hair gently.

"Now, repeat after me", Mark's voice was hoarse with lust, "I, Rose Louise Slater..."

"I, Rosie-", she stopped as he reached down and unzipped his fly. A hard stare from him bade her to continue, "-Rose Louise Slater...."

She wasn't staring into her husband's eyes now, but at the bulging cloth pressing against his open fly.

"Solemnly swear", Mark reaching inside his trousers to pull his hard dick out, feeling relief as its engorged shape now had room to breathe. It was an inch from Rosie's face and she could only look at it. He enjoyed the contrast of the wet, angry protrusion - still sticky from some of the pre-cum he'd generated wanking over Taylor - against the perfectly made up features of his wholesome wife.

He enjoyed the sight for a sight for a second before taking his shaft in hand and tapping Rosie's cheek with it. With his other hand he withdrew, finally, from Erin's tight box. His fingers covered in her wetness, he gently cupped his wife's chin and shifted her gaze back up, to him.

"Solemnly swear", he growled.

In a daze, Rosie parrotted the phrase, "Solemnly swear..."

"To serve and obey Mark Jacob Slater..."

"To serve and pftt!", Rosie found her words interrupted as Mark began slowly rubbing his hardness against her face - her cheek, her nose, her mouth. She felt so small and shameful and yet also so in awe of him. Another cock slap against her other cheek and she continued,

"To serve and obey Mark", his glans was leaving a trail just below her eye, "Jacob", he did the same to the other eye, "Slater"

He pressed against her lips and she welcomed him in, feeling a rush of happiness in the moment of service. He slowly sawed his cock in her warm mouth but he wasn't finished.

"...As wife and servant, maid and whore, companion and toy."

She could feel the urgency of his thrusts grow as he spoke, with every word. His cock twitched within her mouth as she said he word 'toy' and she felt herself grow in longing as he did.

Still, he didn't withdraw to allow her to speak - instead she found her head pressed, with one hand, back against the wall. He leaned over her and began thrusting fully into her mouth. He'd never been this rough with her, never been this deep within her throat, never been anything but gentle.

Something was very different with her husband and, inside herself, something was changing too. She accepted his lust and anger as he battered her poor opening, his cock insistently trying to grind a way down almost into her stomach - she could only submit or else choke. She was crying again, this time from the effort and from something else. Freedom perhaps?

He wasn't looking at her eyes though, not really. He was taking out every stress, worry and hurt of the past few weeks on his wife's tight throat. The sound of her gagging just made him redouble his efforts until he could feel he was close. It took a monumental effort of will but he just managed to withdraw.

Rosie gasped for breathe, drool falling from her mouth, still connected to her master's cock. Her whole body heaved with effort, her face red, bodily fluids decorating its pretty features. Finally, after many seconds, she leaned back and looked up to her new husband, square in the eyes.

"As wife", she gasped, coughing before her voice returned, strong, "As wife, and servant, maid and whore, companion and toy."

She weakly smiled up at Mark - his returning smile was cold.

"Congratulations!", interrupted Erin. She'd been forgotten but upon looking at her, Mark remembered he had unfinished business with her.

His hand shot to her neck and he had her in a choke hold once more. For a man who'd always respected women, he found he was very much enjoying the feel of a woman's neck in his grasp.

"Take it off", he spat, looking at her blazer. She immediately slid out of the undone jacket, revealing two perfect breasts with the same even, golden skin as the rest of her.

"Of course sir", Erin said, suddenly switching back to the scared persona she played so well. He hungrily bent to begin sucking at one nipple, then the other, squeezing and kneading with his hands. And then he felt it - wet lips engulfing his shaft, a tongue coaxing it. Looking down, Rosie had crawled over to pleasure him. He closed his eyes in ecstasy but he couldn't lose himself now.

He pulled his wife's head away and tugged, upwards. She took the hint and stood up. Face to face with the defiled face of his love, he kissed her passionately.

"I love you my dear sweet whore", he declared, before turning back to Erin. With two hands around her neck, he pushed her back, nearly slamming her onto the desk. In a flash he was between her legs and then inside her, jack hammering her tight cunt with only her tiny skirt covering it.

Mark's wife obediently stood to one side as he fucked another woman in front of her with an anger that shocked them both. His hands remained in a grip around Erin's throat while he shoved his whole body and soul into her, only pulling out so he could do it again and again.

"Fuckin' cunt!", he babbled, "Fuckin' school girl whore! Take it you cock tease!"

Erin simply lay, a vessel for this hate fuck. Gorgeous long legs, clad in pristine white stockings, dangled limply either side of his thrusting hips. His hands moved to paw at her tits, to grip one tightly, but only for a few seconds. They kept returning to their choke hold. He could feel he was close now.

"Rosie", he gasped and in a flash she was alongside him. He kissed her again and then with one hand to the back of her head he pushed her down, till she was bent over Erin's mound, inches from where his angry cock was making a mockery of their marriage vows. He was looking at her now though.

"Tell me what you are", he insisted, almost begged, pushing more until her cheek rested against Erin. Every thrust seemed like it was into her mouth, it was that close and she could feel Erin's body taking every impact.

"I'm your wife, Mark", she said, looking him in the eye. His gaze burned into her.

"I'm your loyal, obedient wife. I'm your servant", a groan from Mark in response, "I'm your maid, sir".

Faster and faster Mark thrust. "I'm your whore Mark", she goaded him and he gasped - he was past the point of no return. In the vows her next title had been companion, but that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"I'm your toy sir", she said with an even stare. He moaned and pulled out from Erin's tight cock-sheathe, quickly stroking his shaft with both hands. His wife, the princess he'd fallen in love with years ago was now declaring herself a slut for him.

"I'm your dirty little fuck toy sir. I'm your dumb little whore Mark. I'm-"

"Don't stop!", he gasped and then the first spray of hot seed eruped from his cock, showering her face. She obeyed - of course - and continued debasing herself.

"I'm your worthless cum rag sir", Rosie moaned, as for the first time ever she accepted her husbands ejaculation onto her face, "I'm your jizz bucket Mark"

Again and again he moaned and pumped, suddenly in that moment seeming weak and in her control, even as she humiliated herself. Rosie had never felt more aroused in her life.

Finally, after her face and some of Erin's pussy were coated in baby batter, Mark leaned forward and wiped his cock on Rosie's lips. She compliantly licked him clean as he shuddered in after shocks, before stepping back. In a daze he looked around before staggering to the leather sofa he found against one wall, and slumping into it.