Tag: domestic bliss

Bully, Reunited

Your wife Kimi loved
you and only wanted to help. She saw the way you were still traumatized by
memories of your high school bully, even after all these years. To be fair, he
had done some wild shit to you: encouraging you to john the wrestling team just
to torment you daily with brutal take-downs, pantsing you at a pep rally and encouraging
the cheerleaders to mock your small pecker (a couple had improvised a cheer),
getting you drunk and writing “dick slut” on your forehead in sharpie, the
list went on. It affected your confidence…even in bed. She figured if you could
just meet Adan as an adult, the fear would dissipate. Either he’d have matured
and apologize profusely or he’d be some immature man-child and would thus not
be worth fearing.

What your wife didn’t anticipate was that he’d act very
contrite and agree to go home with her to apologize to you ASAP, only to then convince
her to fuck him in your marital bed long before you arrived from work. Though
Adan had enough stamina to fuck her until you came back and found them.  From the living room you
heard her moaning and calling out about how much bigger, better and harder he
was. 

It was all the “apologetic” stories he’d told her about bullying you that
had done her in. He sounded so ashamed as he detailed hurting and humiliating her husband. Kimi couldn’t understand it, but hearing about you being mistreated drover her libido wild. She asked for more stories, more details. By the time he’d gotten to kicking your ribs in while you
writhed on the locker room floor after a good beating and how he’d then pissed
all over you and left you there with no change of clothes, well, by then her panties were soaked and she was writhing quite
a bit herself. Your old bully noticed and looked Kimi square in the eye, telling her to show him her tits. Entranced, she quickly nodded and pulled her top
down. The rest flowed naturally from there.

You burst into the room with no plan, just pure adrenaline.

“I’m! So! Sorry! Babe!” Your wife cried out to the cadence
of his thrusts.

“Get off of her!”

“Is that what you want, Kimi? You want me to stop fucking
you because your sissy, limp-dicked husband says so?”

Kimi moaned out while Adan insulted you and then looked
sheepishly your way. “No, M-master.” Then she lowered her head and whispered, “I’m
sorry.”

That was pretty much the end of your marriage, as you
watched your high school bully Adan cum unprotected in your wife’s pussy. She whimpered
and told him what a superior fuck he was and how this one afternoon of passion
had been better than years of sex with you. You heard that a lot in the coming
weeks. It seemed he needed a place to stay and Kimi quickly volunteered your
bed. They both got a thrill out of you watching their fuck sessions,
humiliated. To be fair, you were largely humiliated by how hard it got you.

One night your wife asked you to present your hands. She
took your wedding ring and gave it to Adan. He just laughed and pulled hers
off, too, throwing them in the trash. “I own you, bitch, but I don’t need a
ring to prove it.” She melted into his arms.

Adan soon had you running all his errands and serving him
like a maid. A slutty maid. He even got you an outfit to match (on your credit
card). Sometimes he’d call you home for lunch, while Kimi was at work, to suck
him off. He trained you into a good BJ queen. He’d also make you play
fluffer to him in between rounds fucking your wife. Kimi loved that. You all
did.

You slept in the guest room, of course. You didn’t see Kimi
much. Certainly not in a sexual or even romantic context. To your wife you were
basically just Adan’s toy and a live-in maid. Occasionally Adan would come in
late and make you suck him off. It was amazing he could still get hard, let
alone blow such large loads down your throat. After a few months he moved on to
fucking your ass, both late at night and during your special lunches. You hadn’t
been allowed to come for a long time when he suddenly wrapped his fingers around your
cock while fucking you from behind. “That’s a good boy. You have a nice little
dicklet. You like that? Yeah? Come for me. Now.” You came on cue, exactly when he
asked.

One week Kimi had to go out of town on business. Adan fucked
your holes savagely and sent photos to your (supposed) wife. Yet…he also fell
asleep in your new bed, spooning you. That made you feel tingly. You realized
your trauma from Adan’s high school beatings had washed away at some point
during the months he’d spend stealing your wife and domming you. Strange but
true. 

Adan started calling on you more often for lunch meet-ups. And he started kissing you. His kisses were sweet and passionate. Whenever Kimi was away for a night he slept with you or called you to the master bed. He told you to stop calling him Master, though. “That’s Kimi’s thing. Just call me Adan. Or Daddy.” He winked.

Seven months after this crazy mess had started, Kimi (still technically your wife), had another business night away. Adan ordered you to meet him at a
fancy restaurant for dinner. Your treat. Getting tipsy on cheap table wine and
giggling at his dumb jokes, you wondered if he liked you too? Surely not. He
just wanted a nice meal and a hole to fuck. That’s when he pulled out a small box
and presented it to you. Your stomach was in free fall. You opened it. It was your
wife’s wedding band. You just looked at him. He opened his palm and revealed
your wedding band before slipping it on his ring finger. He took Kimi’s and
placed it in front of your finger. “Will you?”

Tears in your eyes, you reached across the table and pulled
him by the lapels to your lips. Scattered nosy onlookers cheered, soon joined
by everyone. Sitting back with a big grin, Adan finished putting the ring on
your finger.