4 comments/ 18122 views/ 4 favorites Wendy Found Herself By: qualitywheat Part one, In the garage. I had just been punched right between my eye balls, and I was sat on my ass against the wall in my garage looking at the stars as they swirled around my dizzy head. He had found me, I thought I had given him the brush off and got away without paying what I owed him, or should I say his dad. His father owns the garage where I had taken my car; it had been acting up, knocking and grinding slightly. He had hooked it up to one of those computer diagnostic things and found the problem. And the cost was going to be high, very high indeed. He told me and asked me if I wanted the work doing. Not knowing anything about cars I asked if he could do it any cheaper, he took me into his office and showed me the cost of the parts and then the labour, it all added up to what he had told me outside. The trouble was, I was skint, we were about to move home and relocate 150 miles away and I was to start a new and better paid job. But I didn't have a spare penny to my name. Thinking quickly I said yes okay if I could pay at the end of the month, 3 weeks away. He knew where we lived, he had done bits for us before. He said yes okay and I left. He called me 3 days later and told me to come for the car and test drive it. I did and it all seemed fine to me. I went home and showed my lovely wife our renewed car. She was delighted but worried about the cost, I assured her it was all going to be okay, all taken care of I told, 'don't you worry your pretty little head about it,' I had said. Well I had been well and truly found out, caught and about to be taken to task, big time. Derek, the garage owner's son had found me a week later, simply by ringing my sister, whose car they had also serviced and I had forgotten about. She had unknowingly told him where we had moved to. She had asked him why he was looking for me, and he just said. He had a spare part they hadn't given to me. So now here I was on my ass wondering if I would live through it all. The battering I mean, he grabbed me by the neck, hauled me to my feet and threw me over said car. He was a lot bigger than me, a lot stronger, and as mad as hell, and really, who could blame him? I bleated that I was sorry, that earned me a round house slap that sent me spinning again. "I'll pay you, I promise, I'm really sorry," I snivelled under a split top lip. "Oh you'll pay alright you cheating thieving bastard, we do your car, offer terms to settle on the month end and you just fuck off!" He roared at me. A solid thump to the guts dropped me in a heap, I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to die. "Go and get me our money, and now, or I'll batter you up hill and down dale you cunt!" He shouted. "I don't have any; I won't until I get paid in 2 weeks, please?" I was begging, 'what a fucking coward you are Tim Caswell,' I told myself. He stared at me in disbelief, "you don't have any, you had better get some and right now you nasty bastard," another slap on the top of my head put me back on the floor again. Then I was temporarily rescued. My wife walked into the garage returning from her shopping trip. I'm Tim Caswell by the way, 28 years old, and my gorgeous wife is Wendy, I'm an average kind of guy, work in computers, no, I am not a nerd. But I'm no stone statue either; I'm 5ft 10" weighing in at around 155lbs. I am not powerfully built; my work keeps me too busy for things like the gym. And being here confronted by this young mad raging mountain, wasn't in any of my immediate plans. Wendy is 24, and any mans sex dream, unless he's a poofter, how on earth I caught her I still wonder to this day. She stands at 5ft 8" and in her heels she out does me. Her long shaggy blond hair is soft and sleek; she's got this incredible soft delicate skin, and rosy cheeks that redden to bright red blotches when we make love. Her lips are full and inviting, if she puts a pencil in them when she's working something out I can get a hard on just from watching her. She is as sexy as hell with everything that she does. She is beautiful to put it in its proper context, and believe me I know how lucky I am. We've been married 4 years and really just making headway, my new job will see to that. The only thing Wendy lacks, and this is my opinion, she isn't in any way assertive enough. People can frighten her, and if truth be known, bullied too. Though I would never do that to her. She lets me take all the decisions and accepts it. We don't have children yet, we were waiting for our situation to change and then we would try. She had been off the pill since I was offered my new job so it was all systems go, as it were. The man in our garage beating me up was Derek Foster, the 21 year old son of the man I had ripped off. He is about 6ft 3" and built like a brick shit house! Long dark hair, cut into his neck, I suppose you could call him good looking, but I'm not into appraising other men's looks. Wide shouldered, narrow hipped, and big strong legs. He demeanour was as big as he was too, strong willed that was for sure, and aggressive too. He stood there in front of me fists clenched ready for another pop at me, and an angry smile on his face. "What on earth is going on Tim?" she said, and hurried to me. She saw my cut lip, and battered state. I motioned to Derek and muttered. "I owe him some money, I haven't paid it and he wants it. And he's going to beat me up until I do." The whine in my terrified voice was palpable; I hated myself for being such a wimp! "You owe money, what for, why?" she begged me. "He didn't pay us for the repairs we did on your car, he just sneaked out of town, ran away like a fucking rabbit!" Derek said very loudly. I could see Wendy was stunned. It was two things that made her go wide eyed, the first was, and I knew it straight away, it was the profanity, 'fucking,' he had said. The second was hearing I hadn't paid for the car and left the owner out of pocket. This I also knew she would not like, not one bit. "Tim, tell me that isn't true?" she said, and turning to my attacker, she said, "please stop this, I'm sure we can work something out." "It'll only get worked out if I get the money," he shouted at her and stepped forward. I saw Wendy cringe from him, I stood there hopelessly helpless. Just like the wimp I knew I always was, Wendy had never seen this side of me but I was, I have always been a wimp. But to her, my darling gorgeous wife I was her hero, her strong man. Wendy took the only action she could, she pleaded on my behalf for forgiveness, telling him we would pay at the end of the month, she promised him faithfully we would pay and with interest. He just looked back at her incredulously. "You expect me to believe that you stupid bitch?" He railed at her, then slapped me across my head. "Please," she said, and stepped between us, "I swear on all that's holy you will get your money and 10% on top." "You'll pay 10% on top?" he asked, he was interested, maybe he would go and leave me alone, I was in mortal fear now of getting thumped some more, and slapped too. "Yes, I promise, on the 31st you'll have all your money right on the dot." She said with finality and with more confidence than I had. I knew I still wouldn't have enough by then unless we missed our first mortgage payment. He stood for a while pondering and deciding what to do. Then the world crashed around my ears. He grabbed Wendy by her arm and marched her into the house, I didn't know where he took her but I found out later it was to our front sitting room. I thought about following but was too scared to in case I angered him some more. He opened the car door and shoved me inside, then grabbing a rope I have hanging on the wall he made me put my hands on the steering wheel and tied me to it. I was sat there in my car in the driving seat and position, and tied up. By the time I had come to my senses it was too late, I was helpless. "What are you doing, what are you going to do, please don't kill me, please?" I begged sorrowfully, tears filling my eyes, I was truly terrified. "Kill you?" he said, "don't be stupid, do I come across as stupid to you, do I?" "What are you going to do then?" I almost blubbered. He leaned into the car, slapped my face and smiled. "I'm having my 10% tonight, your wife is going to pay me, and if I hear one word from you I will batter you fucking senseless, do you hear me?" He spat the words into my face. 'He is taking his 10% from Wendy?' I didn't understand, he slammed the door shut, smiled at me again, waved and walked into our house leaving me tied up terrified and completely helpless. Then he slammed the house door and I was all alone, I tried to get free but I couldn't, there was nothing I could do. That's when I understood what he had meant when he had said, Wendy would pay the 10% herself tonight. I attacked the rope with all I had, all I succeeded in doing was chafing my wrists until they bled, I shouted but I knew no one would ever hear me unless they were maybe stood right outside the closed garage doors. I was sick all over the passenger well, I was horror struck, my timid wife was at this animals mercy, what was he going to do to her, with her? And me? Yes, her wimp fucking husband was powerless to help her. What had I brought down on her lovely head, god would only know. Part two, In the house. Derek walked into the sitting room to find the mans beautiful wife where he had left her, sat on the sofa. "Where's Tim?" she asked looking past him. "He's a bit tied up for the moment," he smiled broadly, "but don't worry Wendy, I'm going to take great care of you. Tim's told me to tell you everything will be alright if you do as I say." "What do you want me to do?" she asked him in all innocence, Derek grinned at her. Wendy being the woman she was, appraised him in a moment, 'he's really quite handsome looking isn't he?' she asked herself, 'rugged and powerfully built.' But that was as far as her thoughts went. "I'll show you," he told her, he took her by the arms, stood her to her feet and kissed her. Wendy reeled in shock, she tried to speak but couldn't, Derek kissed her again and held her tight to him. She felt his heat, his power emanating from him. She slumped in his hold, he kept kissing her, Wendy tried to move away but was rigid with the shock, and stunned into silence. He controlled her, he kissed her at will, his tongue poked into her sweet tasting mouth, Wendy swooned before him, his tongue was like a velvet rope as it swished around her open mouth. Her senses were reeling, then she felt his hardness, it pressed into her with all the force of a tank gun barrel. She moaned loudly into his mouth, it was garbled, but she was moaning "Noooooo!" He slid his hips from side to side, causing his thick hard prick to caress her pussy, then he pressed it back in. He kept repeating his actions and Wendy was succumbing to it all. Her arms trapped at her side, his lips locked on to hers, his tongue causing havoc of its own, Her nipples were unknowingly to her, solidly hard, and rubbing them selves on his chest, and his prick was debilitating her mind. "Pleeeeeease," she warbled in his mouth, he was commanding her in the way she would surrender to, she wasn't strong enough to resist this. The first indication she was giving in to him came, when her feet shuffled sideways. This gave his probing prick more direct access to her wilting pussy.. He increased his attack on her mind and senses. The friction his prick was causing was making her weak at the knees. Wendy had always ben a sucker for a strong willed man, but she had married Tim because he wasn't. She had lost her virginity to her school teacher on her 18th birthday. He had the power over her, she was helpless to stop him, he was much too strong for her. And any man, of which there had been 3 more before Tim, who had had the 'power' over her had fucked her at will. It was also the reason she had insisted he get a better job, and they move house too. She wanted children, and the man who was fucking her at the time knew she couldn't break from him; he was Tim's old boss. He had easily seduced her at a works do one night and had been fucking her ever since, and Wendy didn't have the power to stop him. But she had got away; Tim had got her away and never knew about it. And now here she was in the arms of another strong man and captive, and there was no where to go, she already knew she was sinking, soon he would have her and she would give in completely. Her spreading feet accelerated her seduction; the cock pressing into her vagina was beginning to heat her to boiling point. Then it happened, her lower arms were slightly free, she grabbed a hold of Derek's hips and pressed herself back on to him, and Wendy sighed into his mouth. He had got her, he sensed it in her sagging movements. Feeling her holding herself and pushing back told him all he needed to know. He picked her up and carried her upstairs, he had been prepared to fuck her either way, but this was much better. She settled into his arms, he kissed her on the way, Wendy kissed him back, her surrender to him was done. She pointed to the back bedroom, he stepped in and saw it was a spare, so he turned and walked to the front. "Please no, not in there," she croaked as he walked in. "It's our bedroom, I share this with Tim, please?" she begged him with her heavenly green eyes. He smiled, kissed her again and lowered her on to her bed, her marriage bed. "Yes," Derek said, "in here, this is where you need to be fucked Mrs Caswell, and fucked long and hard." His use of bad words galvanised her, she wasn't used to this kind of language, "please don't use words like that." "When I've finished with fucking you Wendy, you will beg me to fuck you again, and you will!" he snapped at her. He quickly got her naked and then himself, his prick was at attention. "Look at me Wendy," he told her, "look at the cock that is going to fuck you right now, fuck you again, and then fuck you some more." He waved it at her; it leered and bounced in front of her hypnotic eyes. The red angry looking slab of flesh peered back though its one slit. She collapsed inwardly; she couldn't for the life of her tear her eyes from it. It held her gaze, teased her, and challenged her. She looked despairingly at the man who was mastering her, like others before him, and probably would do so again in the future. She had no way of withstanding his menace, his threat, his strength. "Suck it Wendy, go on, you know you want to, I can see it in your eyes, you need to don't you Wendy hmmmm?" He said softly. She realised she was nodding her head. He stepped a little closer but was intent on making her come to him. She came, she slid over the covers slowly, her eyes never left the thick cock that would get through all of her holes this night, and her ass would get it fir the first time in her life. The obvious reluctance was plain to see, but the need for her destiny far out weighed her opposition to this. When she was near he placed his hand on the back of her soft blond haired head and tugged her on to it. Her mouth opened on a silent command as she got real close. Then the purple red looking mushroom disappeared from his view. Wendy started slow but speeded up once the act took a hold of her desires. He leaned over and squeezed her nipples for good measure, they were like bullets. Wendy gasped. "Mmmmm Wendy you are a terrific cock sucker, you love this don't you baby?" he teased her, "you love sucking a big fat cock, yes? And when I shoot my load down your lovely throat you are going to swallow all my spunk aren't you?! She hated the way he spoke to her, using nasty dirty words to her. He was treating her like dirt, a whore, trash, but they excited her in a way that she had never known. 'Why is he saying these things?' she asked herself as her vagina spasmed and jerked, a climax raced through her. Her mouth clamped tight over her masters cock. One hand on his hip, her other stroking and caressing his big full sac. She sucked as hard as she could, her only wish now was to make him cum and flood her belly with his sperm, 'er, he called it spunk, didn't he?' she said to herself, another spasm rocked her body. Wendy attacked his prick with all she had, he had mastered her, she had submitted, he had taken her from her loving husband who was downstairs in the garage. He was unable to defend her honour for some reason. Although no one knew but her and his ex boss that her honour had been well and truly compromised for nearly a year. And now she had been taken again by a man with power and strength coming out of his ears! Wendy gave everything, she took as much in her mouth as she could and she worked at reaching her intended goal in life now, to make him cum in her luscious mouth Derek was in heaven having his cock sucked in this manner was new to him, he could feel his knees weakening, then he knew he was going to cum! His hold on her tightened, she knew, he was almost there, she was ready, urging him to feed her his spunk. Derek almost fell over when he shot his first salvo right into the back of her throat. Wendy sucked it all down, then the next lot hit, then another, she was having trouble keeping up, but she bent to her task with manic determination. He shot glob after glob, load after load of thick heavy cum into her hot mouth, and Wendy took it all, she swallowed every last drop, nothing was wasted. Derek toppled onto the bed and pulled her to him. "I have no idea who you are really Mrs Caswell, but that was fantastic, I am definitely going to have to have a lot more of you," he told her dazedly. Wendy beamed at the compliment but never understood the meaning of what he had just said, 'I'm definitely going to have more of you.' He rolled her onto her back and got over her, he set about making her body his. He kissed her, caressed her, squeezed her nipples, fingered her sopping cunt, pressed his inner thigh over it and rubbed it up and down. Wendy was gasping for breath in no time, this masterful man had her and she knew it. "Oh yes Derek yes," she burbled, "oh yes oh hmmmm, Arggggh, ooooh. Urgh!" His unsaid mastery was showing itself in all its unabated glory, her resistance to him now was nil. Her hands went for him, she squeezed and rolled the thick long tower, the hard column of flesh, the thick piece of meat in her hands. She deftly brought him back to fullness; all she wanted now was for him to take her, do with her what he wanted, just like the others had done. She needed him in her desperately. Derek began to see what he had here, he began to think he had a submissive, one he could have for himself. He tested his theory, "You want to be fucked Wendy, is that what you want, you want fucking with my big prick Wendy, Hmmm, come tell me you need to be fucked Wendy, or I won't, I will leave you up in the air." His words hit right in her chest, she was desperate now, she did need him, "Please Derek make love to me pleeeeeeese." She cooed sexily. "Beg me to fuck you Wendy, beg me right now," and he crushed a nipple flat. She howled into his chest. But her arousal was growing beyond anything she could bear. "Derek please," she said with all her heart, "please I need you now Derek, oh please." He crushed both of her nipples this time, it sent her haywire, but he also started getting up. "If you don't beg me to fuck you, I will go downstairs and beat your worthless fucking husband again!" She gave way, her options gone, "Please Derek f,f,f,f,fuckm,m,m,me, I need you, please?" He jammed his fingers into her pussy and bit a nipple. "Beg me again, and properly Wendy, go on you fucking slut, you fucking whore, beg me!" It was all too much for her, she begged him, "please Derek fuck me, I need you to fuck, I am dying to be fucked by you Derek" Her own words turned her on to a higher plain, she was more excited than she had ever been, no one had ever turned her on like this. Wendy Found Herself He got over her, he was absolutely in the ascendancy, "put me in your sweet pussy Wendy, put your masters prick in his sluts pussy!" He demanded. Wendy couldn't get it in quick enough, she had no thoughts what so ever for her husband, he was buried in the deep dark recesses of her mind. Derek drove it home, expanding her love channel to a new width, and going deeper than anyone ever had. Wendy was in heaven, he had impaled her on his mighty sword of hard flesh, struck her down with one blow. He sat himself on his elbows and fucked Wendy like she had never been fucked, Derek knew he would last the course after being blown the way she had blown him. His hips crashed down on to hers time after time, her cries of anguish, pain and orgasms filled the room. He bent his head and gave her a huge hickey right on her soft swan neck, then he did the other side. This increased her submission and arousal, to and under him. Her climaxes were killing her, there was no respite from him, no let up. "Please Derek," she wailed, "I can't take much more, you're killing me." she wailed submissively. Derek continued her destruction, he was going to make her his and keep her, this had to be a lesson, as well as a top notch fucking, he said to himself. "Tell me you are a slut Wendy, tell me now!" "I'm a slut," she babbled. "Tell me you are a whore Wendy, tell me now!" "I'm a whore," she babbled again. "Tell me you are my slut Wendy, tell me now!" "I'm your slut," she replied slowly. "Tell me you are my whore Wendy, tell me now!" "I am your whore," then she added, quietly, "sir." His prick kept going, in and out, in and out, no stopping, a raging piston of utter power. Wendy gave out under him, she seemed to be catatonic, she lay there whilst he hammered her, forged her into his will. Then he felt himself cumming, he bounced into her one last time and shot out his second lorry load of the day. He swelled her insides with it, it found its path all the way up to her womb, he filled her completely. He got out of bed on shaky legs, and whispered gently to her, "stay right here, do not move, okay?" Wendy gamely nodded her head; she thought that she wouldn't move for a week. He went downstairs and into the garage, her husband was where he had left him. He opened the car door. "Having a good time in here are we?" he enquired salaciously. The husband stared at the naked man near him, he saw his prick was dripping with cum and juice. "Please tell me you haven't f... er my wife, please say you haven't?" "Oh but yes I have little man, and do you know what? She fucking loved it, she's a right goer isn't she, or don't you know that?" Her husband was aghast, his mind did somersaults. "Please leave and go, I will get you you're money, please?" "Well, I would, but she hasn't quite paid me my 10% yet, so I have to go back and get it. I just thought I'd check you out, and to tell you not to worry too much. I have her; she's very safe with me." "Please don't do this, please go and leave us alone, I won't say anything to anyone, please just go." He begged him. "I know you won't say anything to any one Timmy boy," he said. "Because they would be dragging you out of the river if you did!" Tim cried, he knew there was nothing he could do to save his beautiful wife. "Is she alright?" he sobbed. "Ah she's great, loves to be fucked though doesn't she? She's been begging me to fuck her. And when she sucked me off, wow! Fantastic." Derek taunted him and walked away, saying over his shoulder, "you tried to fuck with me Timmy boy, you shouldn't have done that. And now I'm fucking you through your lovable sexy wife. And is she the best fuck, oh man she sure is!" Through his tears he heard the door to his house slam again, and he knew he was going back to his helpless wife. But when he looked down, he had a hard on, he was stunned and shocked to believe he could be like this, when his wife was being raped, used and abused, and he could do nothing, nothing! Part three, back in the house. Wendy was where he had left her, he walked into her shower room and turned it on, returning to Wendy, he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her in. He stood her on wobbly legs and washed her, making sure he spent lots of time on her sexy beautiful submissive body, a body that he wanted for his own now. But he knew he had to work to get her. The only way, he thought, was through her submissiveness. He had to try and make her dependant on him. He dried her off and carried her back, she had her arms around his neck now, he kissed, she kissed him back. "Is he alright?" she asked in a way that wasn't desperate to know. "He's fine, don't worry okay?" Wendy shook her head, her blond mane swashing around her lovely features. "You really are something else Mrs Caswell," he smiled. "I'm glad you approve," she returned. He looked at her sharply. "Sorry," she said, lowering her head, "I'm glad you approve, sir!" "That's better, did you know you were a sub Wendy?" he asked her, she nodded her head again. "I've always known it, but I've tried to stay away from it." "Did you know you were a slut, a whore too?" this hurt her. "Not until tonight I didn't, no." she whispered guiltily. "But you do now hey, are you my slut Wendy, my whore?" he asked her pointedly. She looked him for a long time, and then said. "Yes Derek I suppose I am, yes." Then he said something that hit right home. "You know he'll never do it for you again don't you, he can't, and he's not man enough. Only I am Wendy, aren't I?" They say the truth can hurt, and this hurt, she knew he was right. Tim would never be good enough for her ever again. She had always thought or believed that one day; a big strong man would take her for his own. He would control her, she would belong to him, she would give him everything she was to be with him, and she would accept it totally. Now here he was, was he laying claim to her? If he was she would give her to him, all of her. "Yes Derek you're right, he will never cut it again for me, and you are Derek, sir, the only one who ever will again" she told him honestly, truthfully. He pointed to his prick, "what's that?" he said, "Its your er penis?" "Prick Wendy, its my prick," tell me what it is. Wendy was so embarrassed. "Its your p,p,p,prick sir," and she smiled a dazzling smile at him. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at her pussy. "Its my vagina, sir." "Pussy Wendy, its your pussy, say it." "It, it, its my pussy!" she grinned. "Good girl, now, have you ever been ass fucked?" "Sir!" she cowered, "no I haven't, and I don't want to be either." He gave her one look; it was enough to dismiss her. "Please sir, don't, please?" she begged, and snuggled into him. "I won't tonight, but first thing in the morning, you get that up in the air and ready, okay?" "Yes sir," she was so fearful. He went to her drawers and found a pair of stockings. He tied each of her wrists to the bed head, pulled the covers over them both, and said. "Come on Wendy, go to sleep I want you rested for later, I have some more fucking to do, and then your ass gets it in the morning. It wasn't a request, it was a statement, and she obeyed him fully. "Please will you kiss me goodnight sir?" she asked him. He did, he spent a long time loving her, telling her she was his now, she was his slut, his fuck toy, his whore. And Wendy agreed with every word with a smile and a loving kiss. She had no idea what time it was when she wakened, it was pitch dark, and Derek was climbing over her. "Sir?" she asked. "I need to fuck you Wendy," was all he said, before plunging himself all the way into and up her thrashed pussy. Wendy could only hold on, but she encouraged him all the way. "Yes sir, yes, do me sir, please do me," he stopped in mid stride. She wondered what was wrong, and then she knew. "I'm so sorry sir, please forgive me. Fuck me sir, fuck your slut, you whore, please sir fuck me." It was all he needed, Derek set about hammering into defeat, his beautiful conquest. Wendy came and came, she had never had this and her husband, she knew now, never would be able to, he was a goner! Derek flushed her full of cum, she felt it burn its way into her womb, she had to get pregnant, she had to. She hoped Derek would be alright with it. Then after kissing her a lot more and assuring her she was his forever. He turned and went back to sleep, leaving Wendy to ponder getting her ass screwed in the morning. The sun was up when she awakened, Derek, kissed her and loved her. "I am going to be good to you Wendy, but never forget who you belong to." He told her. "I won't sir, I promise," she told him back. "And who owns you too," he said. "No sir I will never forget that, you make me feel so happy sir." "Lets go and eat, I'm starving," he said. Wendy pounced out of bed and hurried down, he called after her. "Don't go in the garage Wendy!" "No sir I won't and she hurried to do his lavish breakfast. She was also thinking about getting her ass done. And to her amazement, she found she was looking forward to it. She was so in love with her promised new life. Derek was fantastic, wonderful, I love him already she told her self. After they had eaten among much touching and feeling, Wendy popped under the table and sucked his cock, er prick, she reminded herself and giggled. He told her to go back upstairs, he wanted a word, and nodded at the back door. And have some lotion or something handy for me to fuck your ass with, he had told her. Wendy shivered in excitement! She went up stairs, showered and made herself look as good as she could which was totally fabulous, then she sat and waited for her new man, her master? Meanwhile Derek went into the garage, he was awake, but very uncomfortable he had said. "Don't worry little man, you'll be free soon," he said, her husband not knowing he would be taking his beautiful sexy wife with him when he left. "Your wife," he said, "is the most glorious fuck I have ever had, did you know that? No? Well let me tell you Timmy boy, she can fuck for England, and suck for Europe too." "Please the wimp husband bleated, let me go, please?" "Can't do that just yet mate," he told him, "I just have to fuck her in the ass then I'm done, okay?" "No, I don't want to hear you please just go." "She sucked me off under your table Timmy, just at the other side of the door there, she was on her knees sucking me while I was eating my breakfast, she really is a dirty slut, did you know that Timmy boy?" he scorned. Tim squirmed in the car seat. That's when he saw the lump under his elbows, in his trousers, he looked at it closely. "Have you got a hard on in there Timmy boy?" he grabbed his trousers and sure enough he was hard. Derek squeezed it. Tim tried to wriggle away but couldn't. "Well fuck my old boots, you are getting your rocks off listening to me tell you what a dirty fun loving slut whore your wife is." He chortled. He squeezed some more, making Tim harder, then he whispered in his ear, "do you know she is upstairs on the bed, her head down and her ass up in the air and waiting for me to fuck it, what do you think about that then Timmy boy?" He worked his cock and then the hapless husband ejaculated in his trousers. "You dirty little whoring bastard, getting it off over your missus being ass fucked, well my tiny little friend, I'm going now and I'm going to rip her a new ass hole!" He walked off and left him sat there in his own little puddle of cum. When he walked in he stopped at the sight before him, she was fabulously beautiful, and she was his, there was no doubt about it now. He had his sub, his slave, his very own slut whore, and he was falling in love with her too. Without waiting he got in behind her, poured some oil on himself and her, then just got straight in. Wendy cried in pain, he slapped her ass, but he fucked her hard, he didn't last too long, he was too excited not to be. He was deep in her, his prick was coated with her shit when he pulled out, he loved it. Wendy turned from crying and begging to acceptance, her ass was his, and she was his. Derek blew a bucket full of cum into her ass, she thought she would split in half, but it subsided, just like her. Derek pulled out, Wendy's new orgasm had hit her so hard, she kept breaking wind. He laughed his head off as she staggered to the bathroom farting all the way. When she came back she got in with him and cuddled her magnificent beautiful body all the way into him. "Derek, sir, I love you, I do." Her words were heart felt and he knew it. "Believe it or not Wendy I love you too, now go and pack, we are off, don't leave anything, you won't be back, this life here is history." "Yes sir," she said. She packed four cases and three bags. He loaded them into his car and her, then headed back to the house. He walked into the garage with a knife, Tim nearly shit himself. Derek smiled and shook his head. He cut the ropes, dropped the knife and walked out. He knew it would be quite a while before Timmy boy got moving again, and by that time they would be long gone.