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Fifty-Nine Minutes In Hell
Xin (xinsaginaw@aol.com)
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To my amazement I find that my wife likes rough sex.
(MF, rough)
***
The week before our second anniversary, we were arguing
bitterly about where our annual vacation would take us.
(In the interest of fairness, I let her drag me to
Hawaii after our first year of marriage, but now we
were even, dammit!) We decided not to take our little
tiff into a cocktail party we were attending at the
country club that night, and when some strangers seated
at our table of 10 inquired as to our occupations, I
gave our standard reply: "We both work for the same
airline."
To my horror, my wife added: "Yes, I fly the planes,
and my husband here is a stewardess -- Oh I'm sorry
honey, I mean 'flight attendant'."
I did my best to hide my embarrassment, but I'm sure I
must have blushed a bit. And I felt very left out when
they started asking her about her work. I mean, most of
these people were doctors and lawyers and the like.
What's so damn interesting about flying a plane,
anyway? Still, I smiled and nodded a lot, and after
about 5 more gin and tonics, it was time to go.
I could tell my wife felt guilty for having gone a
little too far, and my having handled the humiliation
so gracefully made her feel worse I'm sure. She didn't
apologize (she NEVER does) but while waiting for the
valet to pull up the Lexus, she whispered in my ear
that perhaps she could give me a blowjob on the way
home.
"I figured YOU'D want to drive, being as that you're
the big hot shot pilot and all." Of course, I regretted
it as soon as I said it, but it was too late to take it
back. There was the Lexus, and the valet handing me the
keys.
"This is MY car, she said to him, grabbing the keys.
Besides, my husband's too drunk to drive, can't handle
his liquor."
I rode next to her in total silence all the way home,
my anger smoldering. Not a word as the garage door
closed behind us. I looked over at my vehicle, a '94
Blazer. Nice, but no Lexis was it. I followed her into
the house, then into the bedroom, standing behind her
as we looked at us in the huge mirror over the dresser.
She lifted her blonde hair and waited.
"Could you help me with this zipper?" She DIDN'T say
"Please?"
I started to, but then my hands acted on their own
accord, pulling the fabric asunder brutally and causing
the zipper to fly past its stopping point and meet the
slit which came up the back of the dress. It fell to
the floor, exposing her back, bare except for the
contrast of the thin black bra strap. I grabbed the
strap and swung her by it onto the bed, the clasp
giving way as her momentum caused her to fall onto the
bed, naked but for her thigh high stockings. That's
right, my wife, the respectable $94,000 a year pilot
had gone to the party sans panties.
As she lay there stunned (I had NEVER been violent
toward her in any way) I began ripping my own clothes
off. I jumped onto the bed and penetrated her from
behind. (At 35 yrs old, it sometimes takes a little
foreplay for me to get it up, especially after a night
of drinking.
To my delight I found that literally ripping the
clothes off a beautiful woman can be remarkably
invigorating.) I slammed all the way in with just one
thrust instead of our usual several. She was soaking
wet! The sheet was already getting wet, and so was the
hair on my balls.
She began fucking back at me immediately, and soon
screamed, "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!"
What?! MY wife! My wife who requires cunnilingus until
my whole face hurts! My wife who can ONLY cum with oral
or (ahem) mechanical stimulation! My wife, who didn't
even have the common courtesy to fake an occasional
orgasm! But here she was, apparently climaxing after
only a minute of rough sex.
Now on any other occasion, this would have been great,
but right now, her pleasure was not my goal. And she
was excreting so much juice that there was almost no
friction on my cock. So I did something I'd always
wanted to do to a woman. I pulled out and shoved my
cock right up her ass! That sure ruined her orgasm.
"STOP! NOT THERE! TAKE IT OUT! ARRRRGGGHHH!" She
thrashed about under me but could not throw me off.
"It's in the wrong hole!!" she yelled, vainly hoping
that this was just a terrible mistake on my part. But
it was no mistake, and I told her so.
"I've always wanted to do you this way," I said.
"I don't take it this way," she cried.
"You do now, woman."
"Please, you have to take it out, we can do anything
else you want. Just please, take it out, you're killing
me."
I paused for a moment, considering her offer.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything, whatever you want. Just get it out
NOW!"
"How 'bout that blowjob you offered me, only you have
to take it all the way down" She could never quite take
it all the way without gagging painfully. And she hated
to swallow sperm.
"Yes, yes of course, all the way"
"And were going to Colorado for our vacation this
year."
Nothing...
"Did you hear me?"
"No."
"No you didn't hear me, or no we aren't going to
Colorado."
"Fuck you, do your worst" she hissed between clenched
teeth. And so I did my worst. I fucked her up the
virgin ass as hard and as long as I could, but no
further begging or cries came from her lips. And I knew
as I shot my load into my wife's tight butt that I
might as well start packing my beach ware.
We did agree however that this was almost a fair way to
settle our disagreements over future trips, but only if
we laid out some ground rules:
RULE #1. We would play our "game" one week before
vacations.
RULE #2. I could do anything I wanted to her as long as
I drew no blood and caused no lingering damage. (all
bruises must be healed in time for the trip, and no
marks at all on her face.)
RULE #3. A time limit. 59 minutes. ('Cause that's how
long the "sleep" timer on our clock radio went. When
the music stops, the game is over.)
RULE #4. She can surrender at any time by using the
simple safe word "STOP". (Even if she utters it by
mistake, I win. I intentionally chose a word that she
would have to concentrate on not saying.)
RULE #5. No hard feelings afterward, no matter what.
A very simple game, really, and we both agree that it's
fair. She stops the game, we go skiing. She endures for
an hour, she has fun in the sun while I stew, trying to
thing of how to break her the next time.
So anyway, the next year with the rules fairly in
place, I was sure I could win. I'm no John Holmes, but
still, a full hour of being brutally butt-fucked
WITHOUT LUBE would surely wear her down. I'd wear a
condom to desensitize my cock so I could fuck for the
full hour without cumming. (Haven't used one of those
in years.) This was gonna be great! Anal sex AND a
dream vacation. She came into the bedroom wearing a
silky teddy, and asked if I was ready.
I hit the "sleep" button on the clock radio to start
the countdown, and just to be extra cruel, turned the
dial from her favorite country music station to the
"all rap-all the time" channel. (She hates black music,
and black people in general. But myself, not being
prejudice, had always wanted to fuck to something with
a beat.) Then I ripped off her teddy, threw her on the
bed, and pressed my rubber encased dick against her
anal entrance. "Want me to stop?" I teased, knowing
that she'd rather I entered her snatch.
"Do your worst" she invited. So for the second time in
our relationship, I forced my cock all the way up her
ass. It seemed to slide in easily, and instead of
thrashing about and screaming with agony, she yawned.
YAWNED! "Is it in yet" she asked, innocently.
"What? Of course it's in!" I pulled all the way out and
felt the hole with a finger, just to make sure I had
the right opening. Then I thrust brutally back in.
"THERE! I bet you felt it that time."
"Oh yes," she yawned. "You're a brute, you're a
caveman. Wake me up when you're done, OK?"
I began trusting in and out of her ass, as hard and
fast as I could. "Isn't this hurting you?" I asked.
"You men and your egos. Where do you get off thinking
you can hurt us with your little penises. Sheesh.
You're annoying me, if that makes you feel better." I
could feel my cock begin to soften in the rubber. I
pulled out, ripped off the rubber, and maneuvered
myself so that my dick was pressing on her lips.
"SUCK, Bitch!" I ordered. She looked down at my semi-
hard dick and giggled.
"It looks just like a penis, only smaller."
I grabbed her hair. "Open, wide."
"Why wide?" she asked, batting her eyelashes mockingly.
I pulled viciously on her hair, and she opened, faking
another yawn. Nevertheless, I forced inside. My plan
was that it would grow in her mouth, slip into her
throat, and gag her into submission. The only problem
with my plan was that my penis apparently didn't get
the memo. I'd always gotten hard in her mouth before,
and I realized that the difference this time was that
she wasn't helping. No sucking, no licking, just this
psych-me out bull shit.
She had lifted her right hand off the mattress, and
cocked her head a little to the side to look at it.
Examining the nails as if trying to decide whether she
needed a manicure. And she knew I was watching her do
this. Here I was, trying to savagely mouth rape her,
and she was pretending to be so, so, indifferent!
BITCH!
For the first time, it suddenly occurred to me that she
might actually win this contest of wills. And as soon
as I realized she might win, I realized she Would win.
With a sigh of defeat, I pulled my soft little wee-wee
out of her mouth.
"I can't believe I survived that, Conan," she said
sarcastically. "I mean, I thought I was gonna
suffocate."
"That's enough."
"No, really. I swear I could feel that monster meat way
down in my chest."
"Knock it off!"
"The gagging, the choking, dreading the gallons and
gallons of cum I was going to be forced to swallow."
"I hate you," I moaned. "I don't understand it."
Feeling sorry for me, she cuddled up close.
"Well, I figured you'd try to break me with a butt
fuck, so I took the liberty of preparing myself. I went
to the store and bought a few cucumbers and a tube of
K-Y jelly, and began stretching out my ass with the
smallest cucumber. Then during my flight yesterday I
had one up my ass that was just a little bigger around
than you're cock. Kept it there for the whole flight.
Last night before we went to bed, I took the biggest
cucumber and put it up there, and slept with it in all
night. And before I put my teddy on just now, I applied
some of the K-Y jelly.
"You BITCH. YOU DIRTY DOG BITCH!!!! YOU CHEATED!"
"Cheated? Is there a rule against preparing ones self?
Is there a rule against being smarter than ones
opponent? I think not."
I glanced at the clock radio "Crack that booty, make it
sting, Bust it now, make the booty respect you, fool."
sang the rapper. Six minutes to go. I grabbed my belt
and began to whip her hard, "WHACK!" on her buttocks,
WHACK! on her back, on her thighs.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Over and over again, as hard and as fast as I could. At
first, she held her breath, bit her lip. Then she began
to moan and grunt and scream. "MERCY" she yelled,
deliberately avoiding the STOP word. But I had no
mercy.
WHACK!
"NNNOOOOOOO! NO BLOOD!"
WHACK!
"No Bruises..."
WHACKKK!
"That won't..."
WWWHACCCKKK!
"...heal in time."
WWHHAACCK!
She knew we were still playing the game, she knew she
could stop me. She held the key, and yet she refused to
use it, acting like I was the bad guy. But it didn't
work, and my rage grew. WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"NO PLEASE?! OH GOD, IT HURTS! DON'T DO THIS TO ME."
Her body squirmed, but she couldn't get away. I was
whipping her so hard and so rapidly that the blows
literally drove her body into the mattress, pinning her
under the barrage.
I stopped for a moment, "Do you remember the safe word,
bitch?" not believing she would endure this much pain
just to get her way.
"Yes," she whispered, turning her head to look at the
clock. She smiled weakly, as the minute number changed,
leaving her just 60 seconds from victory. Desperately,
I grabbed her hair in one hand, and grabbed the
disposable lighter off the dresser with the other.
Pulling her head back hard, I lifted her torso off the
mattress high enough so that we could both see her
large, big-nippled breasts reflected in the headboard
mirror. In spite of their size-36 and her age-34, they
only had the slightest sag. And the pink nipples were
always hard and erect. She gasped as the flame came
into view. (It was already turned up all the way.
Neither one of us smoked, but she liked to bathe by the
light of a kerosene lamp.)
"I don't want to do this, but I really don't want to go
to the beach again this year. Minor burns don't bleed,
and they heal within a week. You can beg all you want,
but any word other than 'STOP' means 'GO' to me right
now." With that I held the flame against her right
nipple.
"No! NO! NOOOOOO!!" I pulled the lighter away from the
roasted titty.
"SAY IT!"
No response. Probably about 30 seconds left.. Our eyes
met in the mirror as first one then many tears
overflowed onto her cheeks. She slowly shook her head
and mouthed the word "no". And so I did what I had to
do. Her body went limp as the flame licked at her left
nipple. She no longer made a sound, but her mouth
opened and closed slowly as if kissing an invisible
lover.
Her eyes rolled upward, and then closed, and just
before her consciousness faded away, so did the music.
"Don't cha know that bra is STUFFED, and her stuff is
shakin' like..." she smiled, then she slept. I tossed
the lighter aside. (It was getting hot, burning my
thumb.)
So I'm sittin' on the beach, dreamin' of the slopes. I
really don't enjoy hurting my wife, but the game is
fair, and you've got to play by the rules. She does
have a stronger will than me, probably from years spent
in the military. (Just prior to Desert Storm, she
actually took a class on how to endure "harsh
interrogation" from the enemy without revealing
military secrets.) So to win, I must take myself out of
the loop.
Next time we play the game, it will involve strict
bondage. I'll use the first two minutes to tie her
securely to the bed and to set up a video camera so I
can watch from the living room, listening for the safe-
word. Then I will leave the room and YOU, (that's
right, YOU! There is no rule that says I can't enlist
help.) will enter and make her say "STOP". You must
follow the same rules as me. If we win, you're next
vacation is on me. If we lose, Oh, well, at least you
got to have your way with a bitchy woman for almost an
hour.
Interested? Then E-mail me and tell me what position
you want me to tie her in, and tell me what you intend
to do to win (remember the rules, though). If I get a
few good entries, I consider whether I actually want to
go ahead with this, and if so, I'll pick the best one
for the job. (Air fare included, of course.)
BTW: Because she felt sorry for me after her victory,
she agreed not to "prep" her otherwise tight ass prior
to our next contest. (Indeed, I read in her diary that
her strategy for next year is to be so tight that I
can't get it in at all without using a bunch of lube.)
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