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Jay came home from work early to see his best friend’s Beemer in the driveway. Thinking nothing of it, he walked in the door, expecting to see his wife, Maggie, and his best friend, Marty, chillaxin’ on the couch, watching TV, or drinking beer while they waited for him to come home.
But that’s not what he found. Jay found his rage…
He heard music and muted voices coming from his bedroom.
Fuck no. This can’t be happening, he thought. But it was EXACTLY what WAS happening.
“Fuck… it’s so tight... feels sooo good!” echoed from the bedroom. It was the familiar voice of his supposed best friend Marty.
That mother fucker, Jay's brain screamed.
“Oh, GAWD! Just fuck me. Fuck my ass! Don’t slow down… please!” cried a desperate and breathless woman's voice.
That had to be the “faithful wife”, Maggie. Jay's brain processed this last bit of information along with the identity of the man's voice and his ability to reason or even process other information halted. He saw red the same way a computer flashes the "blue screen of death" when it fails to function.
Rage… First, disbelief… Now, fucking RAGE!! He was blind with it.
He stood there and watched his two favorite people rut like beasts for about a minute before he deftly glided into the room and punched Marty with a looping hook that started out somewhere deep in Texas and ended on the opposite side of Marty’s face. One second, Marty was lying on Maggie’s backside, deep fucking her ass and pulling her head back by her hair, the next, he was sprawled out on the floor. Out cold. That didn’t stop Jay from continuing one of the biggest ass-whippings in the history of ass-whippings. Marty never had a chance and it would take a miracle for him to leave the room alive. That miracle happened to be the same thing that left him broken and unconscious on the floor.
“Jay, stop it! You’re going to kill him!” Maggie screamed. Jay stopped beating Marty to address the real target of his wrath.
“Shut your lying cheating cock-holster and stay put on that fucking bed! You move and I will wreck you!”
Jay returned his attentions back to Marty. Taking him by the ankles, Jay dragged him to the front door. He then went to the kitchen and filled a saucepan with water and ice. Jay finished dragging a groggy Marty out the front door. Once they were on the front walk, Jay retrieved the pan of ice water and dumped it on Marty, his best friend of fifteen years.
They had served in the Army together. He knew Marty was a womanizer. It was part of his appeal when they first met. Marty had a way about him that could talk an Eskimo girl into buying ice from him… after she’d fucked him. He was always a smooth dresser and the ladies loved it. Well, they did back then. It was going to be a hot minute before Marty’s face would allow him to slay any new pussy.
But Maggie? What the fuck!?! Jay always envied Marty for his smooth ways but he also felt sorry for the women that Marty “dated”. He treated them like shit. He regaled his old platoon and Jay with tales of debauchery that would cause shame for any father who might find out about how their precious daughter was treated. Yet these poor souls would always call Marty back for more, often getting rebuffed unless his nightly conquests at the bars fell short. Then, he always had a place to get his dick wet.
“What the fuck, Brother!” Marty mumbled. His eye was swollen shut and there was a chance he either had a broken jaw or shattered molars.
“Don’t call me Brother, you piece of shit! Of all the free-range pussy that you could fuck, you chose my Maggie… If you weren’t, until just now, my best fucking friend, you’d be dead right now.”
“You don’t get it...” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Jay kicked him in his naked exposed ribs.
“Here’s what I get. I’m gonna dump your shit and you into your car and turn my back. You will have about thirty seconds to get into your car and drive away forever. If I ever see your face or hear your name in my family or social circle again, I will finish what I started. Get it?”
Marty nodded. Jay went back to the house and the bedroom, noticing that Maggie had started to put some clothes back on.
“Bitch! Get naked again and stay your slut ass on the bed. I will not say it again.”
He gathered Marty’s clothes and belongings and returned to where his former friend was sitting. Jay helped him to his car, dropping his clothes, keys, and wallet into his lap. Turning his back, he started walking back to his house.
“THIRTY! TWENTY-NINE! TWENTY-EIGHT! TWENTY-SEVEN!” Jay screamed the numbers as he counted backwards. It was the last warning to his former best friend.
Marty found his keys and started the BMW sedan, screeching his tires as he pulled out and left. He had seen, and now, recently felt what Jay was capable of in various fights they had participated in as platoon-mates.
Jay returned to his house and locked the front door. When he arrived back in his bedroom, his hot rage had abated to something cooler and more calculating. He looked at his debauched bride with a gaze that reflected the cold anger he was flooded with.
“You will answer my questions. You will be truthful or so help me…” Jay seethed.
“I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t hurt me,” Maggie interrupted.
“Have I EVER physically harmed you, Mags?” Jay asked with a touch of hurt and sadness.
“No, Baby,” she answered, hoping that she could sweet-talk him into calmness. Maggie felt relief when he asked his question, punctuated with his pet name for her.
“Don’t you fucking call me baby, Mags. Just answer my fucking questions. First, why? Why would you fuck around on me? And with Marty of all people?” His questioning was mostly calm but the hurt he felt resonated with his tone.
“He made me feel sexy and naughty. Like when you and I first met and dated. Before we calmed down and fell seriously in love. I didn’t know I missed that feeling until Marty and I started talking and flirting during his weekend visits. Sometimes when you’d drink too much and go to bed early, we’d stay up and talk for hours. He’d tell me his naughty stories and we eventually started talking dirty to one another.” Maggie’s answer was truthful but not complete.
“But why did you follow through? You know he doesn’t love you or any other woman that he’s ever fucked. He just uses them and throws them away. You knew this! Why, Mags?!?” Jay’s voice hinted at confused frustration and hurt rather than the rage he’d displayed earlier.
“Because I didn’t care to feel love. I wanted the rawness and energy. I had you for love. I wanted to be used. It made me feel alive.” Her response was a little overconfident. She felt that she was gaining ground and Jay was breaking down… but she was sadly mistaken.
“So you wanted to be used and treated with lust without worrying about love?” Jay walked over to caress her face, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
“Yes…” she replied. She was breathy and weak sounding.
“OK… then that is what you will receive.” His words were calm, cool, and collected. “Now, drop to your knees, Bitch. Show me how you sucked his cock.”
She was confused, “What?”
She received a short slap to her cheek. POP! It was more startling than it was painful. He had her attention.
“I said get on your fucking knees, right in front of me, and SUCK-MY-COCK just like you sucked Marty.” He pulled her off the bed by her hair and she plopped down upon her knees as if she was in a trance.
Jay unhitched his belt and opened the front of his work jeans. He smelled of sweat and the dust from hard construction work. He pulled out his cock and she was surprised that he was already hard and growing. Never letting go of her hair, he pulled her face to his cock. Maggie opened her mouth and took in the tip. He pushed more into her mouth. His cock was thicker, and a bit longer than her lover’s, so it took no time for her to feel her first gag before he pulled her back. He waited long enough for her to catch her breath before he pushed back into her. Over and over again, he repeated this. Very deliberately. Each time pushing a little further into her mouth and eventually her throat.
Maggie felt scared. Every time she gagged, her saliva production increased, drooling as her husband fucked her mouth. Her pussy already wet from fucking Marty was now flowing with juices. It was almost an involuntary body response to being used. She was surprised at how much the current situation had aroused her.
Jay’s pace picked up and Maggie attempted to arrest the movement with her hands. He smacked her cheek a little harder.
“Drop your fucking hands, Mags! If you wanted gentle, you should have stuck with just fucking me.” He pulled his cock out completely and her mouth maintained an “O” shape as if his flesh was still present inside her mouth. He plunged it back in as deep as he could this time and held it, forcing her to choke and panic.
After choking and drooling around his thick memeber several different times, she pulled away as hard as he could and he released her, causing her to fall back onto her ass.
“You are a fucking bastard!” she shouted in between gasps.
“That’s right, Mags. Bastards treat their women like property, to be used however they want. Marty was a bastard and you fucking loved it. You want bastard, I’ll give you bastard. Face down, ass up. On the bed, now!” he ordered sternly.
She didn’t move fast enough because she felt the sting of his hand before she could get into position… SMACK!
First one ass cheek and then the other. It was a deliberate attack on her dignity and she only responded by moaning and getting aroused.
As he continued with the sharp spanking of her ass, he noticed her squirming. This is what she usually did when she got really horny.
He stood behind her and plunged two fingers into her dripping snatch to check her arousal status. He fucked her with his fingers with rough but methodical movements, hooking his fingers into the soft patch inside of her, paralleling her clitoris.
“You’re fucking drenched! I can’t believe you love this! You are a raging slut, aren’t you?” he scoffed with the bitter voice of a scorned husband.
She ignored his words, thinking that it was a rhetorical question until he smacked her ass with extra force, repeating his question.
“You are a raging slut, aren’t you? FUCKING SAY IT, SLUT!” His voice sounded angry, and his vocal cadence started to pick up.
She quickly responded to his question this time, “Yes. I’m a raging slut.”
It wasn’t loud enough for his liking.
SMACK! “You are a raging slut, aren’t you? Louder, SLUT!”
“Yesss! I'm a RAGING SLUT!” Maggie gave in.
“Whose slut are you!?!” he asked.
“YOUR slut, Baby!” She thought it’s what he wanted to hear. She was wrong again. SMACK!!!
“DON’T ‘BABY’ ME, SLUT! I DON’T KEEP SLUTS! I JUST FUCK ‘EM!!" His anger exploded when he shouted these last words.
Before the full meaning of his answer could resonate with her brain, he pushed his thick cock into her wet pussy, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He’d never been this rough with her before. He was always a big teddy bear with her. The “new” Jay was so brutal. So awesomely brutal! Why couldn’t he do this before!?! Why couldn’t he... SMACK!
Her train of thought was derailed as he smacked her ass again, this time, grabbing her hair and pushing her face into the mattress. His pace was fast and deep. The room echoed with the smacking sounds of his hips hitting the back of her thighs…
His pace was relentless. Eventually, he slowed down so that he could speak to her again.
“Answer me this, Slut. It looked like Marty was fucking your ass. Did you let Marty fuck your ass?” His tone was ominous.
She moaned out, “Yesss…” Was he thinking what she thought he was thinking?
“Do you know why I stopped trying to fuck your beautiful ass? Do you? It was because I loved you... I actually cared about you… but that was then, THIS IS NOW!”
Before she could react, she felt the huge head of his cock, moistened by her pussy, being wedged into her asshole. “FUCK!” she yelled. Thankfully, it was stretched out some by Marty’s efforts, but her tender little asshole was still not quite ready for Jay’s girth.
His push was steady and relentless as she felt him stretch her pink ring like nothing before. He was balls-deep before he stopped. Tears flowed from her eyes as she tried to relax. She knew now, what was in store for her and it was going to be merciless.
Jay pulled back a couple of inches and slammed home. He continued this movement, pulling back just a little more each time and thrusting hard till he was buried. He spat on his cock each time he drew back, adding to the moisture and lubrication he needed. Soon, he was full stroking his meat inside her burning asshole.
After a few minutes, he was fucking her so hard that he didn’t notice that she had started rubbing her clit vigorously. She was going to cum. The onslaught against her ass was both brutal and somehow beautiful to her. She cried out as her orgasm wracked her body. Her legs spasmed and gave out causing her to slide forward just as his orgasm hit. His semen shot over her pussy and ass and the back of her thighs.
She was physically spent, and he was emotionally exhausted. Rolling off of her, he left the room. She dozed off and awoke to him sleeping beside her. She curled up next to him, dozing off again, feeling his warmth and strength.
Jay was awakened by Maggie gently stroking and sucking his cock. He had reached full hardness in a dazed state of mind. As he awoke, he realized he was close to cumming. He soon shot his load into her greedy mouth. He relished in the fact that she continued to lick and clean his cock after it had spent so much time inside of her ass.
Once she was done, she looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey Baby. Look who’s awake!”
He pulled her up close to his face and nuzzled her neck. After a long soft kiss on her forehead, Jay rolled out of bed and grabbed something from the dresser.
“Time for you to go, Bitch! Here’s a hundred bucks. Call an Uber and get the fuck out. Your Mom is expecting you.” He casually tossed a stack of twenty-dollar bills at her.
“But…” He cut her off.
“You wanted to be treated like a slut… THIS is how sluts get treated. Now pack a bag and get the fuck out of my house”
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