Sub Wife - Hidden Thoughts

I could feel his hardness swell in my mouth then fill my throat as his engorgement started to choke. Both his hands firmly grasping the back of my head pushing my mouth firmly over his cock and holding me there with a determination that shocked me.

He started laughing as I gagged holding my head in position then pushing his hips forward and his cock further down my throat. I was unable to breathe, unable to pull away and unable to swallow any more. My arms flailing about in this state of panic as I so pathetically tried to push away against his legs.

My eyes rolling in the back of my head as I came close to blacking out but this was his entertainment. It was this that he enjoyed to see watching me being pushed beyond my limit.

After what felt like an eternity he let me go then laughing with his friends watched me gasp choke and desperately try to breathe again as I fell upon all fours to regain my composure.

Without a moment of forgiveness I was taken from behind. My ass slapped hard then I could feel someone inside me taking me from behind thrusting themselves into me with a hard eagerness.

The atmosphere was scary, uncontrolled and totally unexpected as these men used my body for pure physical self gratification and nothing else. To them I was just some slut wife who was silly enough to meet with them at a hotel room. A totally random spontaneous hookup with these guys who I knew nothing about with only a few words exchanged online and that's it. Hubby didn't know I was there with these men and neither did anyone else.

I was there to serve, to give myself completely and to ensure they would want me again.

This is the hidden side of me, the side most people never get to see, the self destructive part of me that will take the risks.

The addictive part of my life that places me in situations where I am at the mercy of others. It is this feeling I crave for the most to be subjected to the temptation of humiliation and beyond.

They thoroughly enjoyed themselves leaving me upon the soaked sheets absolutely exhausted with promises of getting in touch again sometime and claims I was the best fun they have had in a long time.

I went back home, cleaned the house, cooked hubby his dinner and mentioned nothing to him explaining several small bruises away with plausible excuses.

I don't think he suspected a thing but when we had sex that night I thought how could he not know by the way I kept screaming out from the tenderness of him being inside of me.

He treated me differently that night. The sex was surprisingly great. It had an energy we have not had together for some time. He made me tell him of other men I have been with as he fucked me from behind and I could tell he was getting off from it.

He fucked me with this style of controlling dominance making me feel so dirty. Making me feel incredibly aroused and ashamed. Making me feel like a worthless piece of warm meat. He come so hard that night yelling obscenities at me and telling me how much of a distraction my cunt is to him.

I couldn't sleep that night thinking, wondering and making myself go crazy with thoughts of what to do next to keep his attention.