6 comments/ 32280 views/ 17 favorites Fall from Grace Ch. 02 By: preacherswife Authors Note: This is a continuation of my story that began in Fall From Grace. The stories I am writing are true and describe a transformation in my life, at least as I remember them. Nothing has been embellished unless it is how we all embellish our stories as time passes. Someone made a public comment that said these stories should be nonconsent. These are not nonconsent stories as I really wanted all of it to happen but they do talk about how they affected me psychologically to some degree. Be warned. Clay was cruel and the stories are rough. ***** After surrendering to Clay's advances, I spent the next week in a daze. Even if he had not sent me a picture he took that showed me sucking his huge cock, I would still have spent every waking minute thinking about him. I didn't think about him just because my lips ached and burned. I didn't think about him because my pussy was sore and raw. Both of those things were true, but I thought about him because of how much he excited me. He was fit and had firm muscles. He had scary tattoos on his arms and chest. He was arrogant and so self assured. His cock was bigger than I thought cocks could be. I am married to a preacher who had gotten lazy, soft, and did not have close to the same size with which Clay had been blessed. Clay and I started texting more often. He would send me texts where he told me how sexy I was, describing my body and what he wanted to do to it. I would always tell him that we should never do what we had done again. I told myself it was wrong every time I pictured him but I could not stop my thoughts. The struggle inside of me was tearing me apart and dragging me into a depressed state. I spent a lot of time crying. We also texted about life and we started learning more about each other. He had served in the military and was previously married. His wife cheated on him. She had left him and he said that's when he learned what women were really like. I didn't ask him what he meant by that but I'm afraid I knew. He meant that inside all women were cheap, cheating sluts. Maybe I thought that because in my heart that's what I knew I was. He didn't pressure me to see him again but I was texting him more than I texted anyone else, even my husband Brian. I began to realize how bad it had gotten by how disappointed I felt when I received a text from someone other than Clay. About a week after my encounter with Clay, my husband wanted to have sex. I was dreading this moment. I have had trouble looking at him the past week out of shame of what I'd done, out of anger for what he let happen to me, and out of disdain for how fat and weak he looked. When he began kissing and touching me that night, I wanted nothing to do with him. He always approached me shy and awkward even after all these years. His kisses were pecks and his touches were tentative. He started stroking my breasts as he kissed me. My southern Baptist upbringing taught me to submit to my husband and put his needs first so I never turned him down. I just closed my eyes and pictured Clay's hard body. I felt my sore pussy start to tingle as I pictured Clay. I reached down and grabbed my husband's hard cock. "What are you doing?" he asked, breathless. Shyly I responded, "I can suck it for you if you want." I felt him pull away from me. "You know that we don't do that, right? I mean you're my wife. What's gotten into you?" My face turned bright red. I knew better than to say that or even touch his cock. "I'm sorry. I just forgot myself for a minute." I thought I could see a concerned almost angry look on his face in the dark room. He rolled on his back. "Well, come on if you want to do it." It was always "do it". I have never heard him say the word sex. It was always, "Do you want to do it?" It was always me on top while he groped my boobs. It was always quick. It was always unsatisfying. Honestly the morning with Clay was my first satisfying sexual experience. I went to my marriage bed a virgin like a good girl should. It took me until 35 years old to learn what an orgasm with a man felt like. I climbed on top of him feeling his large belly pressing against me. He held his cock up while pushing the fat in his pubic area down to make his cock a little longer. I slid my pussy down on him. I was surprised to feel him after Clay stretched me so much but I guess my pussy tightened back to normal/ I slowly road my husbands cock knowing that Clay had been inside of me a few days ago. Thinking about that made me speed up my hips. My mind was whispering "What naughty girl you have been, Megan. You've been fucking another man like a slut and your husband has no idea." I was closer to cumming with my husband than I ever had been when he stiffened and his breath caught. I felt his cum shoot inside of me and then it was over. I wanted to cry out "No! It's too soon!" but I bit my lip, climbed off my husband and went to the bathroom to clean off. My husband soon fell asleep and I was wide awake. I picked up my phone and I sent Clay a text. 'Hey...u up?' 'Yah whats up' 'Just thinking of u' 'I bet ur thinking of this' And with that a picture of his hard cock popped up on my phone. My hand slid into my panties and started rubbing my already wet pussy. I rubbed slowly at first, just teasing the clit while I stared at another man's cock. That cock had been in me about a week ago. That thought made me rub harder. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. I took off my shirt and stood in front of the mirror in just my white panties and took a picture. I sent it to Clay knowing he would focus on my hard nipples and the image of my hand down my panties touching my pussy. I sent him a word with the picture... 'Yes' 'Fuck what a slut. U r a sexy slut tho. Show me my pussy.' Unable to help myself, I took off my panties and took a picture of my shaved pussy. It was red and puffy and very wet after just having a cock inside of it. He sent back, 'U want it dont u? Tell me.' 'I want it.' 'What do u want? Tell me bitch!' 'I want ur big cock. I want u to fuck me.' My face was burning red as I sent that message. 'Tomorrow. U better not get off tonight or I will be pissed. Wait for me. Ur house.' I was disappointed. I was so hot, wet, and ready but I was compelled to do what he said. Unsatisfied I went to bed with my pussy aching so deep, throbbing wanting to cum. I lay there in bed already scared that he was coming over to my house tomorrow. I knew it was a risk but that made my pussy ache all the more. I couldn't sleep at all that night. I replayed our last encounter over and over in my head. I could taste his cock on my tongue and the heaviness of his balls in mouth. I remembered how it felt when the head of his cock stretched my pussy open and popped inside of me. I thought about his balls slapping my ass as his cock slid in and out of my married pussy so hard. When I closed my eyes, I could see the veins and the throbbing head. I could hear his voice telling me that I was a good little cocksucker. I woke up early and got a shower. I had already fixed my hair by 7:00. I braided my long brown hair in pig tails. My husband left for church at 7:30 and took the kids to school. Clay taught at the school but I knew he wouldn't be in the car rider line today. It was Wednesday and we had services that night so my husband would be busy all day. I was in my bathrobe putting on my make up. I felt like a school girl getting ready for a big date. I was wondering what to wear for Clay when he got here. I was trying to think of something that screamed slut when he saw me. That is the reason why I was putting my makeup on heavier than usual, picking blue eye shadow and red lipstick. What I was doing with my make up made me look a little trashy. I walked to my closet, still in my robe with noting underneath when a knock came to the back door. My heart jumped to my chest. "I'm not ready!" I thought to myself. I walked to the door and saw him standing there through the glass. His Cardinals cap was cocked on his head. He was smiling his smug half smile in a tight white T shirt that showed his bulging muscles, blue jeans, and brown cowboy boots. I quickly opened the door and pulled him inside. "Did anyone see you?" I said in a panic. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine without saying a word. My lips tingled as my mouth opened for him. I could taste something burning on his lips and in his mouth, I knew it was alcohol. His tongue slide into my mouth and I nearly collapsed. My aching pussy twitched and every nerve in my body lit up. His body pressed into mine nearly crushing me against the wall. He broke the kiss and just stared at me for what seemed like a minute. "What?" I said meekly. "You're so fucking gorgeous. He don't have any idea of what he has." His hand slid inside my robe and squeezed my right breast so hard I knew he left finger marks. I whimpered. He kissed me again while squeezing my breast so hard I thought it was going to come off. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. My mind was screaming, "Don't let him fuck you here. Not in your bedroom, where you sleep with Brian!" He threw me on the bed, on my husband's side. He took off his shirt and I saw the skull tattoos staring at me again, his muscles jumping at his pecs and biceps. He put his hat back on smiling that cocky smile. He kicked his boots off and unbuttoned his jeans and I could see that amazing cock half hard looking back at me with its eye. "You want to suck it don't you bitch?" "Yes." I whispered. He grabbed my pigtails in his hand and yanked my head up hard. "No you fucking tell me." I cried out when he yanked and now breathlessly squeaked, "I want to suck you cock!" He still held my head high off the bed and asked, "Is it a big cock? Bigger than your pussy husbands?" "Oh God...yes it's a big cock. It's bigger than Brian's cock!" With that, he let go of my hair and I fell back against the bed. His strong hands pulled my robe open and he stared at my breasts smiling his half smile. "You're going to want to leave him and move in with me. But you can't. You ain't the only woman I fuck. Hell, you ain't even the only married woman I fuck." He grabbed my braids and pulled my face over to his cock. I rolled over on my tummy on the bed while he stood at the edge. I couldn't wait. I leaned down and started to lick the head of his cock. I tasted his cock again, salty and hot on my tongue. I opened my mouth and kissed the head, taking it into my mouth while he groaned. He leaned forward while my lips and tongue bathed his cock and he brought the palm of his rough hand down on my ass hard with a crack, first one cheek then the next. I cried out with each slap on my ass. He spanked me hard, I could feel my cheeks turning red. "That's for fucking your husband instead of me, bitch. Ah fuck, are you really crying?" The swats had brought tears to my eyes. I shook my head no and opened my mouth to swallow as much of his thick hard cock as I could. I wanted to make him happy. I craved to hear him say what a good cocksucker I was. He turned his head up and groaned as his cock hit my throat. It was so wide I felt it stretch my lips again. The familiar ache returned as I swallowed his cock. He grabbed my braids in each hand and began to pump my mouth. He made me gag with each thrust into my mouth forcing it deeper each time. With him holding my braids in his twisted grip, I was helpless to stop him. "Fuck you suck cock so good, too good to be married to a preacher. You love my cock don't you slut? You love to have a real man in your mouth." The tears returned but this time from the gagging on the girth of his throbbing cock. He let go of my braids and put both of his powerful hands on the back of my head and held himself deep until I began pushing away. That made him laugh but he let me go. He reached down and grabbed my shoulders flipping me on my back as I gasped for air. He reached forward and slapped each of my breasts making them red. Then he pulled my nipples up and twisted. I cried out with his rough treatment. "God look at you. You love it, don't you, being treated like you deserve? I bet limp dick Brian doesn't treat you like you deserve." Saying that made my face turn red but I don't know if he saw because the next thing I knew, he dropped his balls on my face. He moved his hips so his balls were all over my eyes and nose. He grabbed my throat and pulled me so that my head was hanging over the side of the bed. "Open that slutty mouth." He said. When I complied, he slid his cock in my mouth down my throat while my head hung off the bed. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them as his cock slid deep cutting off all of my air. I could feel my throat stretch as his cock went deep. His balls were resting on my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I tried to push him away but I was helpless. He began pumping, abusing my throat. Everything was starting to turn black in my vision when he finally pulled out and I lay there gasping with tears in my eyes. I took ragged breaths and air never tasted so sweet. I had nearly passed out but with gasping, shaking breaths I recovered. "Whooo that was fucking awesome." he said with an evil gleam in his eyes. "I could see my cock in your throat when I was fucking your mouth. Do it again." I admit I was scared. I couldn't breathe when he did that. My pussy was so wet though so I knew that part of me loved this but I really didn't know if I wanted him to do that again. I shook my head no. "Please...no." I whispered. He reached down and I heard his belt coming out of his pants on the floor. He held it up looped. "You want this instead?" he said almost sweetly. I laid back down my head hanging off the bed again my mouth open. He didn't hesitate, his cock slammed all the way down my throat in a stroke. I gagged on his thick cock and my spit was all over my face. I don't know how I didn't vomit. He pumped his cock in and out of my married mouth. When he stopped, it felt ruined. I don't know why I had bothered to put makeup on. My tears smeared my eye makeup. My saliva washed the rest. Strings of saliva ran from my mouth to his cock when he pulled it out. "Wow you're a fucking mess." He said. "You need help getting that make up off." He leaned down and spit in my face. I was humiliated and shocked. I gasped when he did that. He laughed and spit again, hitting my eye. I felt his hot spit running down my face. I reached up to wipe it away and he grabbed my wrist. "Don't fucking touch it you little whore. Leave it." If I ever had any doubts about what I was on the inside and what he thought of me, this broke them apart. I was a whore. I would let a man use me and do just about anything to me. It broke my heart. "Do you have anything for us to use to make it go easier? KY? Baby oil?" I shook my head no. He pulled me up and off the bed to feet by pulling and twisting my braids. He pushed me against the wall hard. My head hit the wall and my teeth clicked together. He reached down with both hands and lifted me by my ass. I wrapped my legs around him. I felt his throbbing cock pressing against the warmth of my little puffy pussy. "We'll have to do it the hard way then." He growled and thrust forward. I had no idea what to expect even after being with him last week. That time he used baby oil. This time it was just my saliva and my wet pussy. I learned a few lessons that day. I learned that day that lubricant is a girl's friend. I learned that if men don't have it they may not care about how it feels to a girl. I learned that the wall does not give when being fucked like a bed will. When his hips thrust forward his cock went in...all the way inside of me. I felt it split me in two. I am sure that I screamed but I may have been breathless. One second my pussy was aching for cock, the next it was full of cock. It was full of a huge throbbing cock my body was just now recovering from. My vulnerable pussy was between all his weight and the unyielding, unforgiving wall. I have never felt anything like what he did to me. I cannot say it was pleasurable at that point. I felt violated. My heart told me I deserve this for wanting him to fuck me. I deserve to be spit on and fucked like this. "Oh fuck you are so tight. I don't know if I've ever been in a married woman so tight before. It almost hurts me." He laughed at that last part. He said all of this with his cock still buried all the way in me. I was pinned against the wall while I panted like an animal. I do not sweat easily but I broke out in a sweat all over. Clay pulled back and thrust inside of me again with a grunt. I felt his cock vacate then drive home inside of me over and over. "Take it...take it...fucking take it." He growled in my ear as he fucked me against the wall. I looked over his shoulder and I saw a picture of Jesus on the wall. I began to cry again, not from his cock slamming into me over and over but from the brokenness in my heart. I won't lie to you, fucking Clay was awesome. He was always rough but he softened some before the end. He made me cum and made me feel so good when he fucked me all those months but there was a huge darkness in my life. I hit a very low depression at one point that I had to work through. I was at my lowest when I had an affair with Marcus, a black guy at my gym. He made me do things even Clay didn't do. After several thrusts, my pussy decided to accommodate Clay's dick and everything became magic. I began to moan with the thrusts feeling such potent pleasure as his cock touched me so deep. I dug my nails into his back and could feel my orgasm building with each long deep stroke. "Oh god fuck...fuck...fuck me! Harder...oh god I love it Clay." Hearing me say that made him go harder even though I didn't know he could. A picture fell off the wall next to me and broke. "Shit Megan you feel so good. I love how your body feels." He turned with me still wrapped around him and we crashed into the bed, right where my husband sleeps. I came right there, harder than ever before screaming Clay's name over and over again. He wasn't done however. He pulled out of me with a pop and flipped me over on all fours. I thought "He's going to do it. He's going to fuck me doggy, from behind." I was so excited and ready. That is when the belt came across both of my ass cheeks. Three times he spanked me with his belt. The burn went all the way from my feet to my head. He leaned over and said, "Next time get some fucking KY." He positioned himself behind me and began rubbing my pussy and ass with his cock that was sticky from my spit and pussy. It was soothing on my ass cheeks. He pressed the head against my pussy from behind and holding my hips he pushed forward slowly this time. My arms and legs shook as I felt him slid into me from behind. His big cock opened my pussy once again in a way it had never been opened before. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against the bottom of my vaginal wall sliding all the way in. I arched my back and moaned as his hips pressed forward to meet my ass. My willing pussy was full of his cock. "God baby you should see this." He said. "The way your pussy looks taking my cock. You're fucking perfect, a perfect little angel taking my cock like that." I bit my lip as his hips started moving back and forth, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of me was perfection. I felt such sad emptiness as his cock slid out and sweet ecstasy as it filled me back up again. His hand cracked down on my ass again. I cried out with the swat on my tender ass. "Oh god baby spank me." I cried. His hand came down again and again, making my ass burn. Then he leaned forward and grabbed my pigtails, twisting them in this fist. He yanked my head up and he began fucking me so hard. My scalp ached as he yanked pulling me back with each thrust of his hip. Fall from Grace Ch. 02 "God I love to fuck you. I'm going to be over here all the time to fuck you in this bed so you know who your pussy belongs to." Those words made me moan harder and made me heart fly, I wanted him to fuck me over and over right here in this bed. I felt so hot and wet on my hands and knees bent over in my own bed right where my husband sleeps while this powerful man held my hair and pumped his cock in and out of my married pussy. I wanted him holding my hips and controlling how much of my pussy would take his cock. I wanted him holding me against the wall with his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to ride his cock and see his face as my pussy made him cum. I wanted to leave my husband and let Clay fuck me over and over. My eyes were closed as I took him, loving every thrust when I felt a finger pressing against my ass. My eyes flew open. The pressure was exquisite. His finger pushed inside of my ass while he fucked me. His finger started to move in and out of my ass. I began to cry his name out over and over. His cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass made me cum again. I was moaning so loud. "Oh god, Clay, I love it." "Fuck your ass is so tight. I wonder..." he trailed off. I felt his cock slide out of me and I cried out in disappointment. His cock fell between my ass cheeks and slid down so that his head was resting against my anus. He started to press into me. I fell against the bed as he tried to put his cock in my ass but it wouldn't go. Breathless he whispered, "We really need that lube baby." His cock slid down, back into my ruined pussy. He had done something to it this time and I knew it wouldn't ever completely recover by the way his cock slid easily back inside of me. I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied with just fucking my husband anymore. Clay sped up his strokes as I lay flat against the bed his hips slapping my ass as he fucked me. By his breath I knew he was close to cumming. "Oh baby I'm gonna give you a big surprise." He pulled out of me and grabbed my hair flipping me over and once again, I was staring at his huge cock. Its eye looking me in my eyes when a thick hot stream of cum shot out like a bullet. It hit my eyes and my hair. My mouth opened in shock when the second jet hit my open mouth tasting salty and bitter. I opened my eyes again. I could see out of my left eye but my right was a sticky blur. I saw 2 more jets hit my husband's pillow, making Clay laugh. "Something for that pussy to sleep on." He said. He grabbed my face and said, "You better swallow that." With a grimace, I swallowed his bitter seed tasting him as it slid down the back of my raw throat. I could feel his cum drying on my face. It was stuck to my eye lashes and hair. "What a perfect slut." He said to me. "Are you going to stay for a while?" I asked meekly. "Why would I? I'm done with you for the day. I'll text you later." With that he put his clothes back on and left the way he came. I made my way to the shower and washed the cum off my face. The water made my ass burn where the belt and his hand had left marks. I knew I would have to be careful until they went away. My husband could never see them. My pussy ached and my mouth was so sore. I felt ill by the time I got out of the shower. I looked at the broken picture on the floor. It was of my and Brian's wedding day. It made me cry again and the guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. I cleaned up the glass and put the picture in different frame and placed it back on the wall. I put our bedding in the wash. I could feel the despair of what I'd done and what I was becoming. I cried all morning because of my actions. After lunch my husband sent me this text. Hey Clay came by the church today and he said he drove by our house. He noticed a bunch of work that needed to be done and he said he'd be glad to do it for us. He even refused payment because of what weve done for him. He said he could start later this week. What a blessing! I stared at my phone is disbelief while my heart hammered in my chest. My pussy throbbed painfully as I read the text again. I knew that my life as Clay's slut was just beginning. Fall from Grace Ch. 03 Falling in Love with Myself I was making myself ready for the man I was ready for the man who I was willing to throw my perfect life away. Clay and I had been texting so much that I was always on my phone. We were talking dirty some of the time but mostly just talking. I was picturing what my life would be like with him. We saw each other everyday when I would take the kids to school. He would open my door and just look at me with that cocky half-smile. I would get dressed up just to take the kids to school so he could see me. It had been a week since our second encounter and he was coming over to do some handyman work. There was no school for teacher inservice and he told my husband he would fix our rusted gutters. I don't know how he was able to get out of the inservice. I suspected he did whatever he wanted to around the school. I was suspicious that he was fucking the principal at the school as well as seeing me. I had the kids scheduled to go to my mom's house and Brian would be at a pastor's conference for the day. I was getting wet just thinking about him coming over. I knew that I was a horrible person. I was married to a super nice man but all I could think about was how Clay carried himself. How confident and self assured he was; how in control of me and how big his cock was. He knew how to use his cock. He was the opposite of the man I married. I still felt very guilty at times and I cried often but I was talking myself into Clay's life. I would send him pictures of me everyday. Not naked pictures but just pics of me, selfies. He would rave about how gorgeous I was. I didn't hear that enough from my husband and I craved his attention. I went out of town to the city to a lingere store and bought a white lace teddy. It was a see-through, white one piece. You could see my pink nipples and pussy lips through the material. When Clay arrived that morning, he came inside and went at me. I was wearing jogging pants and a T shirt when he got to the house. I held up my hands and said, "Now wait a sec, you have to do what you said you'd do first. Fix those gutters before we go play." He smirked, his half smirk and said, "Fuck that. I came here to fix you." He smiled that cock shit eating smile. He had me right where he wanted me. He knew he owned my married pussy. He leaned in and kissed me again, firm with so much passion. His hand came around and squeezed my ass hard. He broke the kiss and gave my ass a smack. I pressed my body against him and kissed his lips. I sucked his bottom lip in my mouth and bit down. I looked at him with my big blue eyes and said, "No. Stop it. If you do your job, I promise I will make it worth your while." He stared at me hard. He had a new look in his eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore. I didn't know what had changed but I knew something was different. "I'll be back in a few," he said and walked outside. I watched him work. He fixed the gutters and looks so damn good doing it. I knew he was finishing up and I went to the bedroom and changed into the teddy. I felt like such a bad girl. I felt like a slut. I had my make up done and my brown hair was down. I climbed on the bed and waited. About five minutes later he walked in and stood in the door way, smiling. I was laying on the bed. I spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy through the see-through material. My other hand was rubbing my breasts. He reached down and started rubbing his cock through his jeans. God his cock was so big. I could see the outline through his pants. My fingers traced the outline of my pussy and I whimpered softly as I teased myself. My other hand traced my nipples and pulled up on them gently. He watched me silently as I rubbed my pussy and electricity coursed through my entire body seeing his hungry eyes. He undid his pants and they dropped to the floor. He was stroking his magnificent cock. It was so thick with huge veins. It was as thick as my forearm and seeing it made me rub my little clit faster than before. He walked over to me his big cock swaying back and forth. He placed his hand over mine and controlled my motions slowing my rubbing fingers down. I gasped as he pressed his hand hard against mine grinding into my sensitive clit. My other hand reached down and squeezed his cock making him groan. "Fuck Megan, I know you want to suck it. Why don't you go ahead and do your job?" I got down on my knees for him just like a good girl. I opened my mouth to swallow his cock right off. I wanted to make him proud. I needed to show him what a good cocksucker I was and take him deep in my throat. My mouth was ready for him this time opening wide and letting his salty cock slide along my tongue into my hot and wet married mouth. My lips stretched and ached as I opened wide. His rock hard cock slid down to my throat gagging me. I was ready for the size of his cock and didn't stop until his balls touched my chin. He groaned again. "Oh what a good little girl you are. You suck cock so good." He wrapped his hand up in my hair and held me down on his cock until I started to gag. It didn't take very long and he pulled back letting me take a breath before he forced his cock deep again. It cut off my air and he waited until I started gagging before pulling it out again. He kept control of my head by pulling my hair tight, making my scalp ache and burn. With his other hand, he roughly groped my breasts and pulled at my nipples making them hard before slapping my tits with his rough palm. While his cock was deep in my throat, he yanked my head to the side and slowly pulled his cock back. I felt his huge head drag on the right side of my throat and it popped into my mouth painfully and pushed against my right cheek. I felt my right cheek force out as his cock pushed against it. My cheek ached and burned as he held my head there, his cock forcefully stretching my cheek until it finally popped out of my mouth. His cock was covered in my spit and he slapped his heavy cock on my cheeks before sticking the head in my mouth again this time forcing it against my left cheek. He laughed at me as my eyes squeezed shut in pain. "What's the matter bitch? You want me to go easy on you?" I pushed away from him his cock popping out of my mouth. My cheeks were aching from his cock. With that he pushed me to the floor. "Bitch! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I laid there and started to cry. "I...I'm sorry. I'll do better" I whimpered. He stared at me as I cried on the floor. I expected pity from him but instead I got that smug grin. "Ok babe let's try again." He climbed into bed and laid down on his back. "Come up here. Now." I wiped the tears from my eyes and crawled to the bed. I pulled myself up and saw his hard body laying back in the bed. He was still smiling his cocky smile and his cock was still hard and wet standing straight up. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Show me you can do better." He said in a disgusted tone. "Sorry. Im sorry." Was all I could say and I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock again. I gagged as his cock filled my mouth then my throat. He grabbed my head and pushed me deeper. "All the fucking way you dumb cunt." He said as he held me down I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing as I choked. My eyes were squeezed shut and I was held there forever. He let me go finally and I came up and off his cock like a swimmer who went to deep and was in danger of drowning. I opened my tear-filled eyes and saw him staring at me with an evil glint in his eye. "You think I'm going to come over here and work like your fucking servant and not fuck you like you deserve then you got another thing coming." He grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his balls. "Lick them you fucking whore." Like an obedient whore, my tongue came out and I licked his balls. First his left then his right, lifting his heavy balls up with my tongue. I felt the wrinkled skin against my tongue. My tongue was out and I didn't expect it when he pushed my head down and my tongue hit his asshole. I don't know what I expected but his hairy ass was on my tongue and almost as soon as it was there he yanked my hair up. "You dirty slutty whore, what are you doing licking my ass?" He pushed my head back down and said with a thick voice, "You better fucking lick it good." I was humiliated. My tongue pressed against his ass and moved up and down tickling his hole. "Oh fuck you are such a nasty whore." He forced my tongue against him hard before dragging me up by my hair. "Are you going to make me wait to get to your pussy again?" he asked. "I just wanted to do something nice for you." I said with a shaky tearful voice. He reached down and grabbed my face and squeezed. "You just do what I say. Always. Now get up here." I saw he had lubricant in his hand and started rubbing it on his cock. My head was spinning as I climbed up to him. He reached down and yanked the teddy to the side as I positioned my wet pussy over his hard cock. I lowered my pussy down and felt his head press against my pussy. With the lubricant it slid in easier than it ever had before. I felt my pussy stretch as I lowered my pussy down on his cock. My little lips opened up for his throbbing cock. I bit my lip as his cock filled me. He slapped my ass as I went as deep as I could. I shook as his cock hit my cervix. I raised my ass up and down on his cock. I started riding him but scared to put all my weight on him. I was afraid he would go too deep. "Oh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck." He moaned. "You're so fucking tight." I should have known he would have all of me no matter what I wanted. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me. I was moaning and saying "Clay oh god Clay" over and over as his cock went deeper and deeper in me. I felt his cock ramming into my cervix over and over as my pussy squeezed his cock. As his cock slid out of my wet pussy I felt so empty only to be quickly filled as he pushed back into my married body. He reached up and grabbed two handfuls of my hair. "Now you ride my cock like you love it." I raised my ass up and slid down on his cock until my ass hit his legs. Then I began to grind my hips on his. He moaned so deep when I did that so I raised up and slammed my ass down and ground my hips again. Something in me gave way and my ass started bouncing as I came on his cock. Waves of pleasure washed over me. "Oh god I love you Clay." I said. I heard him laugh at me but I knew it was true. Part of me loved him. He picked me up and stood up still inside of me. I was amazed at how he could be so strong. He pulled out of me and turned me around and had me get on all fours on the floor. I heard him pull his belt out again but instead of spanking me he slid his cock into my willing pussy from behind. Again I was amazed at how my pussy had opened itself up to him and how much pleasure I felt when he was in me. He leaned forward and slid the belt over my head and pulled it tight. He had made a loop from the belt and fashioned a choke leash with it. He cut off my air and whispered, "Who could ever love a whore like you." His hips crashed into me and his balls slapped my clit as he thrust deep into me. "A wife who fucks other men" he growled with a powerful thrust still holding the belt tight. "A mom who licks a man's ass." He pulled tighter making my pussy slid back on him. He loosened his grip and I could breathe again. He placed both his hands on my hip as his cock pounded my pussy that tried so hard to hold him inside of it. I was so close to cumming again. His cock slipping in and out of my bare, hot, wet, pussy driving me crazy. He stopped and I felt something cold and wet fall on my ass. I knew it was the lube. His thumb slid in my crack and started smearing it around my ass. I felt sweet pressure as his thumb slid in my ass while his cock was in me. I felt the pressure of his cock and and his thumb with a wall of tissue between them. "Now its your ass's turn whore." My pussy ached as his cock slid out and he pulled his thumb free. I felt his monster head fall against my ass. He started sliding in back and forth in my crack before letting it rest against my hole. He yanked the belt tight again. "If you fight me I'm going to really yank on this." He growled. I felt immense pressure as he started to press his cock into my ass. I felt my ass stretch and stretch. I screamed as he pushed against my ass. I felt it explode in me with a pop and his head entered me. It felt like his cock was in me up to my throat but just the head had went in. "God your angel ass is so fucking tight. God it almost hurts." He said as I screamed again when he pushed forward more. I must have screamed too loud because he yanked the belt again cutting me off. Slowly he worked his cock deeper with short pushes. Then he started pumping back and forth. I was choking and not getting any air from the pain in my ass and the belt on my throat. He didn't stop until it was half way in and then he let go of the belt and grabbed my hair. He yanked my head up as he thrust as hard as he could into me. He yelled, "You're going to give me that ass. I'm going to take all of that ass. I'm going to take me a wife and mom away from her family." And with that he was all the way in and I was broken. With his cock deep in my ass he leaned forward still holding my hair. "How are you going to look your family in the eye ever again?" With those words he started thrusting, fucking my ass. His cock slid in and out of me. It was slow going and it hurt me but it was what I wanted. I wanted to give all of me to him and he took it. He took all of me. After several strokes his cock just popped out of my ass. He flipped me over and cum shot out of his cock onto my face and tits. I lay there panting and crying. He made a mess of me again. I pulled the belt off of me and I wondered if I could sink any lower than where I was now. Clay looked at me almost disgusted and went to the shower. I heard him turn it on. I lay there for several minutes trying to figure out what to do. In my heart I knew what needed to be done. I got out of bed on trembling legs and shuffling I went to the shower. I opened the door and got in with Clay. I washed my face while he stood there watching me. Then I turned to him and kissed him deeply. He reached and grabbed my ass squeezing it. We broke and I said, "I'm sorry baby. I should have never stopped you when you walked in. It won't happen again." His cocky half smile came back and he lifted me up in his strong hands and pressed me against the wall of the shower. I felt his cock, hard again press against my pussy. Our mouths met and I opened mine. His tongue slid in my mouth as his cock slid up into me. I sucked on his tongue while his cock thrust deep in my hot pussy. My body tingled as the water hit us from the shower. He fucked me there standing against the wall. His firm thrusts were different. They seemed more loving as his cock slid in and out of me. When I came I said "I love you." Over and over. I watched his face turn red and he groaned and he came inside of me hearing me say those words. He stood there panting against me still inside of me. My feet slid down to the shower floor as his cock slipped out of me. His seed ran down my thighs. I finally understood how to love Clay and we started fucking all the time. I made plans to leave my husband and I would have except 4 months later, Clay got into a bar fight and seriously hurt another guy. He ended up doing time and I decided to use that time to get my life back in order. He is still doing another 9 months, his early release got pushed back when he got into another altercation in prison. He still writes but I don't think I will see him again when he gets out. I've already moved on.