Rough on the ass after cheating

When I woke up in the morning, my body immediately responded with a pleasant exhaustion, fragments of the crazy night flashed through my mind, and I stretched like a cat after a nap. And then I saw my husband sitting in the chair across the bed, looking at me. I shuddered at the thought that he would guess what I was doing. He wasn't due until tonight. He was twirling a piece of paper in his hands, money lying on the table beside him.

- What have you been doing, my love? - He asked.

- I was bored, waiting for you, and the girls came over and had a drink," I said. My voice trailed off, and I thought I was a terrible liar.

- Did the girls pay you? - he pointed to the money. And they left a note. Thank you, you're the best whore ever. Money for you. Alex.

I didn't know what to say. He came over and pulled the blanket off me. I lay there, afraid to move.

- Tell me. His voice was harsh.

- I wasn't with anyone," I started to justify myself again, but my husband slapped my cheek with the palm of his hand, and I fell silent in fear, shrinking into a ball. He roughly spread my legs and smirked.

- She didn't look bored!

I glanced down. My pussy was swollen, all wet, obviously fucked more than once.

- Tell me, whore! He sat down in the chair and lit a cigarette.

I had nothing to do but tell him everything.

After my story, I expected his reaction. He smoked and didn't say anything. And I kept silent.

When he put out the cigarette butt, he stood up and walked over to the bed.

- I didn't know you were such a fuck! - he looked at me, strangely. So you never got fucked in the ass?

I shook my head.

- Did you really want to? - His voice was very calm and cold.

I lowered my eyes and nodded. He went to the bar, poured a full glass of cognac and came over to me.

- Drink!

I drank it. I felt dizzy at once. I was half-sitting on the bed, naked, afraid to move. He slowly undressed, and I saw his big, horny cock. I swam with excitement again.

- If you're a whore, you should be treated like one!

I didn't say a word.

- I can't hear! Are you a whore or not?

- I'm a whore! I said quietly.

- Louder!

- Yes!!! I'm a whore! The alcohol and excitement spoke for me.

He grabbed my hair and with his other hand he whipped my cheek. Then he pulled my head to his cock, and forcefully pushed it into my mouth. With one hand he held my hair and fucked me in my mouth like the last fuck. With his other hand he squeezed my breast hard, trapping a nipple in his fingers. I moaned. He stopped and took the belt from my robe and tied my hands to the headboard. He rolled me over onto my stomach and put a pillow under my thighs so that my ass was pulled almost vertically upward. Roughly spread my legs. Just a beautiful picture. A woman with her ass up and her pussy wet. With the other robe belt he tied my mouth like a gag. I saw him take the belt out of his pants and fold it in half. The first slap on my ass made me wince and mewl in pain. The second, third, fourth. I twitched and wriggled, tears streaming from my eyes. The belt went down and down on my ass. Everything stung and ached, but I felt a previously unfamiliar excitement replace the pain. Everything poured inside me, more and more, something new. When he stopped, I had almost no sense of reality, everything was a blur, just my burning ass and my terribly aroused pussy. I felt his fingers, and when two fingers entered me sharply, I cum. It was a crazy orgasm unlike anything I had previously experienced. He didn't stop and slowly inserted almost the entire hand into me and started fucking me like that. I cum two more times, reality was getting farther away from me. I felt with his other hand he began to penetrate my ass. Inserting two fingers, his hands began to move simultaneously. When he stopped tormenting me, he untied my mouth.

- So you want to get fucked in the ass? - he asked.

- Yes! Yes! Please! Fuck me, I really want it! I'm begging you! - I didn't speak, I moaned, screamed, wriggled.

He put his dick on my ass and entered me hard. And started fucking me with such fury and anger that I was going crazy. His heavy testicles were hitting my swollen labia, my clit. He was spanking me, squeezing my breasts, twisting my nipples and calling me dirty words. But how good they felt to me, and in that minute I felt who I really was. I'm a whore, a slut, a bitch! This is my true purpose. And when he pulled his cock out of my ass and started cumming on my buttocks, my pussy, my back I had the most powerful orgasm of my life and passed out.

When I woke up, he was sitting in the chair, my hands were untied and I was covered with a blanket.

There was an indescribable lightness and bliss in my body.

- Do you like being a whore? - He asked. Will you cheat on me again?

- No, no, my love I won't!!! - I barely moved my lips.

- Wrong answer. You will, because you are made for it. I will bring you men myself and watch you get fucked. And I'll fuck you whenever and however I want. Do you agree? You don't have to answer that, though. He was smiling because he knew my answer. You need to rest, you're going to have a busy night.