Bullying Husband is Humiliated By Sex Dom and His Sexually Awakened Wife

Arriving home to find a rather sexy looking woman wearing a bright red cat suit and black ankle boots sat on a stool in his kitchen was certainly not something he was expecting after a hard day at the office and a few beers with the boys.

He assumed it was his wife and throwing his jacket on the chair next to her he opened the fridge and looked for a cold one.

‘Pick it up’ said the mysterious woman curtly

More than a little astonished – partly because the fridge was empty of beer – and partly at who the hell this woman thought she was, he spun round and glared at her.

‘I beg your pardon..’ he said adopting his best big bad boss pose ‘who the hell are you and where’s my wife.?

The woman eyed him coolly.

‘I said pick it up.’

Never having been spoken to like that before let alone by a woman – come to that a strange woman he felt his anger rise.

‘Look I don’t know who the hell you are – but how dare you come in here and speak to me like that – now get out and where’s my wife..?’

He was astonished to see far from leaving – the woman rose to her feet and with hands on her hips glared at him.

‘I said pick it up.’

Their eyes met and something about her demeanour worried him – only for a second but enough to make him hesitate which was all she needed.

He didn’t see it coming but he certainly felt it. The kick in his balls was lightning fast and anyone watching would have likened it to something from a Bruce Lee movie – or in this case a move made by the hot Asian girl from Charlie’s Angels. But the effect was instant.

The breath left his body in a second and he crumpled to the floor clutching his man jewels as if trying to stop them falling off and rolling away.

He hadn’t been kicked so hard in the balls since he’d played rugby. As he lay there in part agony and part ecstasy his mind went back to that day. Any man will tell you a kick right there causes eye watering excruciating pain that begins as a sharpness and then explodes as a dull ache across your loins and stomach.

But the day it had happened to him he’d felt the pain surge – waited for the dull ache to completely take his legs away and render him helpless but instead he’d achieved the biggest hard-on of his young life. He’d been able to cover his erection by doubling over and going off the pitch feigning agony. Far from it – the pain had been beautiful.

Now lying on the floor he felt the surge of pain ebb away and the throbbing dull ache blossom like a flower and his cock began to harden.

He looked up worried she’d see his blossoming erection and all thoughts of his predicament left him as he watched fascinated as she slowly unzipped her cat suit. Sitting up he watched as her perfect bosom appeared and her perfectly formed breasts pushed against her clothing.

All thoughts of his wife gone he rested his back against the fridge and began to squeeze his cock hard. Her hands stopped their downward motion and he could just make out the faint outline of her pink areole and his hands fumbled at his zip.

‘You want me’ she breathed and he nodded trying to scramble to his feet but her foot clad in a patent leather boot pressed against his groin and he thrust against it.

Who the hell she was he didn’t care – if he was dreaming he didn’t care – he wanted to fuck this woman in the kitchen right where she stood. He grabbed at her ankle but in a cat like move and bearing her full weight on his groin she spun around grinding her wicked heel into his balls and throbbing cock.

He gasped as the pain coursed through his body making his legs draw upwards and he clutched them to his body and squeezed hard to contain the precious pain.

‘’Undress’ she snapped and leaned against the wall watching him intently.

Quickly removing everything but his underwear he made to stand up.

‘Did I tell you to stand..?’ she snapped.

He threw something at him and he looked at it puzzled.

‘Off with your shorts and put this on’ she said.

It was a flowery apron and part of him chuckled – what the hell..?

‘I said put it on’ she growled and stamped her foot. Like a puppy he complied and modesty took over and he turned slightly away as he peeled his boxers over his erect and red hot cock.

‘If that’s how you want it honey…’ he said – about to add more but a sharp stinging sensation across his bare thighs stopped him mid-sentence and he saw in her hand a vicious looking whip.

He’d been struck by his father with a slipper as a child – but this hurt like hell and the pain surged to his throat cutting off his yelp. As he swallowed back the agony he felt the spot where she’d struck him glow like hot coals sending delicious fingers of pleasure through his nerve endings – in truth it was bliss.

‘Stand up’ she barked and fumbling with the apron strings he slowly stood to his feet. A little part of the bullying husband and boss was still around and he jutted his chin out and glared at her defiantly.

‘So you like it rough do you honey…’ he almost smirked but his smile quickly faded as he realised he she was not going to use her whip again. He needed it – wanted it and she knew it.

‘Come here’ she said waggling her finger at him.

This is it he thought and walked towards her his hands outstretched and ready to grab her and throw her to the floor. Again she was too quick and from nowhere a chain was tossed over his neck and jerking hard he fell to his knees.

Straddling him from behind she pulled it tight and he felt his throat contract as the chain dug in. Scrabbling at it his fingers couldn’t get a grip and struggled frantically trying to release it.

It was then he heard footsteps and glanced up through half closed eyes – his cheeks contorted as he struggled against his leash. It was his wife. 

‘Put these on him’ he heard the mystery woman say her voice much kinder.

His wife knelt in front of him and smiled as she snapped the slave like shackles across both his wrists her eyes boring into him and sparkling and as alive as when they’d first met.

The woman handed the chain to his wife and his wife snapped it hard and he fell onto his face his chin hitting the floor with a thud.

‘All these years’ said his wife her voice dispassionate, ‘all these years I’ve had to put up with your demands – your orders – your filthy habits – and your disgusting need to fuck me in the ass whenever you feel like it. It stops now Joe – do you understand me – it stops now.’

He nodded furiously and tried to speak but his wife placed her finger on his lips smiled.

‘Are you ready..?’ said the woman and his wife nodded and stood up. Rolling onto his back he noticed his cock making a huge tent in the ridiculous apron. He’d never known it so hard – he’d never known anything quite like this.

His wife knelt between his legs and held his cock in her hand. He half closed his eyes and waited for the handjob and the relief he desperately craved. Instead he felt something cold and hard gripping the tip of his penis and he tried to sit up to see what it was.

‘That will stop any pleasure’ said the woman

He felt his wife stroke the base of his cock gently. His penis throbbed and twitched to her touch and for a second he felt the tip pressing hard against whatever was cupping it.

He gasped as he heard the sound of a zip and looked over to see the strange woman completely nude rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. His wife undressed and he watched in utter amazement as they held each other and kissed long and deep – their hands exploring each other’s body.

 He struggled hard – he needed to fuck them – he needed to watch as they both succumbed to his will. His balls filled with cum threatened to explode and his cock swollen and hard pressed against it’s cage.

 He knew as his wife revealed a huge black dildo patterned with large ridges and veins – the pleasure was going to be all theirs.

The rubber dildo was now strapped to his wife and she straddled him slowly lowering herself until the tip entered his mouth.

‘Lick it’ she said and jiggled her hips ‘now on your knees…’

He did as he was told and closed his eyes.

‘What is it you always say to me..?’ asked his wife

He shook his head

‘She asked you a question – answer her’ said the mystery woman pulling back his hair.

‘I – I’ he stammered ‘tell her this won’t hurt a bit…’

‘Exactly’ said his wife as she crouched behind him and grabbed him by the ears.