My husband, Adam, and I, we share something. Something special. Something intimate. Something real. I give him everything I have. I worship him and love him. I am a kept woman and over the years he has trained me, taught me how to be a better woman and in return he's a better man. I deserve him and he, he deserves me.
After he stood, I ran my fingers over the badge and smiled softly, "You look handsome, Dr. Jorgensen."
His fingers traced my collarbone and pushed my robe off my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts and red lines that marked me as his. "You will be as beautiful as always, Madeline," he said as he finished undressing me.
I stood still and let him look over my body. His strong hands traced my large breasts, over my healing wounds, and trailed down over my belly and wide hips to my bare cunt. I spread my legs at his demand and he checked my waxing job from earlier this afternoon. He cupped my mound and slipped is fingers between my smooth lips. I kept my hands at my side as he inspected me, letting him have control, examining both my lean legs for their softness.
He stood back up, "Are you going to be my perfect patient tonight, Madeline?" he asked, his dark eyes burning into mine.
"Yes, sir," I replied with a shiver of excitement.
"Very good. I have a surprise for you," he said and turned to the bed and picked up a pink bag from my favorite lingerie store.
My face lit up and I beamed up at my husband. "A surprise? Darling, you shouldn't have," I gushed, giddy with delight.
He chuckled and pulled out a shiny lavender silk thong, a miniscule piece of lingerie. I eyed it and noticed the white embroidery around the sides that made it look extra fancy. He squatted down, pulling up a bit on his slacks. He held the panties open for me to step into.
When I looked down I saw a shiny bullet size piece of metal placed against the crotch. I put my hands on his shoulders and he pulled my panties up my soft legs. He set them delicately around my hips and adjusted the crotch so the metal sat against my clitoris. It was cold now, but I was sure that wouldn't be the case much longer.
"Are you excited, Madeline?"
I nodded fast with a giant smile on my face, "So very excited, Adam. I can't wait."
I watched him, squatting in front of me. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a little remote. He showed it to me and hit one of the buttons it. The little bullet inside my panties came to life. It vibrated at full blast and I let out a shocked moan, catching myself from a fall on his shoulders. Just as fast as it started, he turned it off.
I blinked my eyes and shuddered for a moment, "Oh goodness," I said with an exasperated sigh, "Dr. Jorgensen, you really have this planned out, don't you?"
My husband stood up and kissed my cheek, "I always have everything planned," his voice was cocky in a teasing sort of way.
He clipped the small remote to the vibrator on the outside of his shirt cuff, against his wrist. He brought out a lavender bra that matched the panties and I held my arms out, letting him dress me.
I enjoy that he picks out my clothes and when he dresses me. People might say that I lost myself because of this. But I don't think that's the case. I think giving up your choices in simple things like what clothes I'm wearing today, shows that I trust him and that I want to please him. I haven't lost my free will or myself. It is a conscious decision I make everyday to let him have that control. Completely different things the way I see it.
My husband reached his hands behind me and hooked my bra. I leaned forward letting my breasts settle into the lavender cups, outlined in white. The bra pushed them up and gave them an extra "umph" they really didn't need. He turned to the bed where he had laid out my costume.
I was to be a patient in a psych ward taken out for a night under the supervision of my psychiatrist, complete with a straitjacket. The costume was the length of a very short dress, colored light gray. It opened across the front in a slight diagonal line and closed with a zipper and black buckles for extra restraint. The sleeves were longer, enough extra length to strap my arms down with my hands hugging myself. On the floor sat a new pair of heels. They were six-inch platform stilettos, black patent leather, with a strap across the top of the foot and a thick one around the ankles.
Adam held my shoulders and I turned under his will and let him nudge me down onto the bed. He kneeled in front of me picking up the right shoe and I slid my foot inside, settling in under the strap. I wiggled my freshly pedicured toes, admiring the black with white tip "halloween-ie" style paint job against the black leather strap across my foot.
He's always precise, and the way he clasped the ankle strap closed was just that. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny little padlock, hooked it into the thick black strap and locked it closed. He performed the same actions on my left foot. I watched him move his large hands and softly run his fingers over the bones in my feet. I wouldn't be able to take off my shoes without him. This was another way he could manage me tonight.
He helped me up, holding my hands and pulling my body off of the bed. I towered up to nearly six feet tall in these clunky heels. My husband still loomed over me but only by a few inches now. I wobbled for a moment at first, taking my time to regain my balance in shoes that felt like stilts. I had worn stilettos like this before, but there's always an adjustment involved.
Adam didn't waste any time and picked the straitjacket up from the bed. The buckles and zipper were undone. He came around behind me and I slipped my arms inside. The fabric was a bit itchy, but nothing I wouldn't get used to. I stood still and watched my husband come around in front of me. He hooked the zipper into itself on the bottom, the hem left a small triangle peek at my thigh. The skirt part of my costume sat high on my thighs and tight around my legs and ass. He zipped me in but left the top open in a v-neck. He carefully folded the top open on both sides forming a collar, giving a tasteful view of my cleavage and red lines peeking out on my chest.
"Oh, that makes me look like I've hurt myself," I noted softly, looking at the healing welts across my breasts.
"That's why you're in a straitjacket," he chuckled. "You can't control yourself and need me to keep you in line."
He started with the middle strap and pulled it closed, tight around my waist. He was silent as he worked, the sleeves hung down far past my hands. He buckled the four other straps down my chest and stomach, pulling each one tight, showing off my generous, womanly curves.
I lifted up my hands, still free before being strapped in. "May I touch you one last time?" I asked softly. He nodded and I smiled, "Thank you." I lifted my hands with my fingers sneaking out from under the cuffs of the jacket. I ran my fingers over his well-kept brown beard, looking at his face, "I love you more now than ever."
"I love you, Madeline. You are my perfect wife. I can't wait to show everyone how obedient and well kept you really are," he said. I watched his dark eyes twinkle before he closed them. Then he dropped a gentle kiss onto my lips.
He pulled back and took my hands off his face, placing my arms how he wanted. My left arm went on the bottom with my right folded neatly on top, my forearms just under the strained curve of my tits.
"You ready?" my husband asked.
"Yes, sir," I replied.
Adam came around behind me and I held my hands in place. He strapped in the left sleeve first, buckling it down across the back, my hand hidden inside, and then the right. I wiggled around to make sure I was strapped in properly and he came back around in front of me to watch. A deviant smile appeared on his lips upon seeing me confined.
"Remember Madeline," he stroked my face with the back of his palm, "remember your role tonight. Nothing is done without my permission and you never leave my side. Don't speak unless spoken to. Be a good girl tonight, and I will repay you tenfold this evening."
I rubbed my cheek against his hand, my cunt was already tingling with the anticipation I had for the evening. The vibrator against my clitoris, being completely dependent on my husband tonight, the ability to be open about how we really were; it all was just about to boil over, and we haven't even left yet.
I responded simply, devotedly, "Yes, sir."
I waited patiently when he went over to the dresser to collect his keys and wallet. He put his arm around my hip and led me out of our bedroom. We walked slowly so I could gather myself, learning to walk without the use of my arms. I leaned against him, using his support. I saw Adam grin out of the corner of my eye; I knew he was already enjoying this as much as I was.
We left through the front door, passing our jack-o-lanterns and a giant bowl of candy we left out for the trick-or-treaters. He helped me into his black Maserati and buckled my seatbelt. I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to get comfortable. With these sky-high heels on, my knees came up high in front of me, and leaned in towards each other just a little.
We drove to the party in mostly silence; I rested in my seat watching the scenery of houses pass by. My husband teased me, tickling my available inner thigh, almost touching the silk of my panties then pulling away just before. I kept my mouth closed and whimpered inside myself as he touched me; my knees came further apart, silently begging him to go further. However, he chose not to give that to me.
He parked on the street, a little ways down from the house. The street was already lined with other expensive imported automobiles. He came around to my side and helped me out, holding onto my upper arms while I tried to stand. I saw another couple, the woman dressed as Cinderella and the man as Prince Charming. Adam and I both chortled upon catching sight of them.
"I think we might be a bit out of place," I whispered as we walked up the sidewalk, my husband's arm around me, helping me walk.
"Never. It's Halloween. Nothing is ever out of place."
My palms started to sweat inside the jacket sleeves and I rubbed them against the fabric. We approached the front door of a large upper middle class home. It was beautiful, but it had been built quickly during a massive housing-boom in the area.
Adam knocked heavily on the door and a moment later the hostess, Jennifer, greeted us. For the evening she was a slut nurse. Her purchased tits made the vinyl-like material stretch and it barely covered her body. I might look crazy, but at least I'm not almost naked.
"Good evening Adam and Madeline," she smiled a bubbly blonde greeting.
"Dr. Jorgensen," Adam said, extending his right hand, his left still holding me close to him. "And this is my patient, Madeline. We are on very strict rules this evening from the facility. But this is her favorite holiday, so we are making an exception."
Jennifer threw her head back in a laugh upon seeing me. She snorted for a few times before letting us in the doorway, "You're really in character aren't you?"
Adam kept cool, as I stayed on his side as we walked in together, "I don't know what you're talking about, Nurse Walcott," he said with a wink.
"Well doctor, just so you know, the bar is in the lounge and the restrooms are the second door on your left down that hallway. If you two need anything at all tonight, don't hesitate to ask me or Gerald," Jennifer said.
"Thank you, ma'am," Adam courteously replied.
I nodded my head to say thank you, keeping my mouth sealed shut.
All sorts of characters surrounded us. Fred and Wilma Flintstone stood against the bar, chatting with Rainbow Brite and what I would have guessed was Willy Wonka. The Mad Hatter was hitting on Little Red Riding Hood next to the fireplace. A slutty Girl Scout and Benjamin Franklin flirted over chips and dip not too far away.
"I have to say hello to a few people," Adam said, leading me through the crowds.
I carefully walked at his side, one foot in front of the other, which made my hips sway seductively. I spotted Cinderella again, she laughed like she had been drinking for hours already, chortling loud into the lounge. Her drink was only half empty. Her prince didn't seem so pleased.
We got looks from other guests as we made our way into the party. Adam politely said hello to the people who greeted him. I suddenly felt like I was on display, eyes of men and women staring at me. I wondered what they thought upon first glance. Did they think this was just a game or maybe something that had gone too far?
Adam led me to the corner of the lounge and stepped up to a group of men, all in their late thirties and older. My husband was easily the youngest. I kept my eyes down when he stopped, still hearing the voices of the other guests talking about me. I couldn't understand their comments, but their attention made the corner of my lips rise up in a smirk.
My husband held me close, keeping his hand on my hip. He greeted the four men and introduced me politely, "Gentleman, this is Madeline."
I raised my eyes and blushed, seeing them look at me. I felt shy and spoke quietly, "Nice to meet you."
One of the men, dressed as a pirate, patted Adam's back. "You told us she wasn't bad to look at. But I didn't think you meant you couldn't look away," he said then laughed.
I nuzzled up against my husband, using him as protection.
"I just got lucky," Adam said. He squeezed my hip roughly; it made me squeak.
The pirate laughed and took a swig of his scotch. "So why is she all strapped in, does she cause herself harm?" He peered at Adam's ID badge, "Does Meadow Fields have a lot of other patients? I might be interested in one, ar har har."
I stayed quiet, as instructed, though this man was slightly humiliating me.
The pirate's eyes went back to me as Adam spoke, "This one is a special patient. She's pretty, but see these marks right here," Adam ran his finger along the thickest red line on my chest, "if she's alone and not strapped up, she goes into episodes and doesn't stop until she makes herself bleed."
I watched the pirate's eyes go wide as he looked at my marks. Pride filled me to the core. He probably assumed it was makeup, but instead he was looking at my devotion to my husband.
Adam brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes and looked down at me, "Are you thirsty, Madeline?"
My mouth was dry and I nodded, and then spoke softly, "Yes, sir."
He brought me over to a chair, just a few steps to the right. He sat me down, "Be a good girl and wait here," he said.
I straightened out my back, sitting up and crossing my legs. The tiny skirt rode up my thighs and I wanted to pull it down. The only thing I could do by myself was keep my legs closed. I watched my husband walk over to the bar, stopping along the way for another short chat. He's a popular guy, I'm used to it.
I waited patiently and silently. My eyes darted around, checking out everyone's costumes. Suddenly the little vibrator on my panties came to life. Soft at first, tickling my clit. I bit my lip and closed my thighs tighter together. I looked at Adam, engaged in conversation. I stared at him and purred inside my chest.
I saw him flick his middle finger down to his wrist and the vibrator started pulsing. It alternated between strong and soft pulses, making me squirm in my seat. My body grew warm with the little pleasures. The vibrations grew stronger and quicker against my clit and my breathing became staggered. People started looking at me as I fought the urges growing inside me.
My eyelids fluttered shut and my teeth gritted together. I uncrossed my legs and kept my knees closed together, ankles apart. I began humping the seat cushion, rubbing my pussy in circles against it. The vibrator was steadily teasing me. My breath ragged and my chest pressed against my straitjacket. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I must have looked like a squirming mess. My arms struggled against their restraints.
"Oh God," I whispered in a moan, "Oh my God."
The vibrator stopped suddenly and my eyes flashed open. Pairs of eyes were all over me. I panted, catching my breath for a moment, looking for my husband. I saw him smile at me from the bar. I blushed from embarrassment, guests gawking at me. As my tantrum ceased, they went back to their conversations, blowing me off as just being silly.
Then it started again. This time the vibration was a strong, heavy, steady buzz, pressed directly on my clit. I squealed and shuddered. I fell back into my chair and fought to keep my eyes open even though they fluttered rapidly. I humped the seat even harder, rubbing myself against it. My panties grew wet with my fluids. My mouth hung open with heavy breaths. I tried to keep control of my actions but it was too much. My knees buckled together, fighting to open. My back arched against the chair and my toes curled against the platforms of my shoes.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I whispered in an unsteady tone, sealing my eyes shut.
I could feel the people staring. I could feel their eyes digging into me. I could hear their mocking tones but was unable to make out what they said. This only made the sensations flow deeper.
My husband had me on display and I couldn't help but give in. My heart raced. My sex overflowed with heat. Pulses of orgasmic bliss flowed through my body, soaking the silk of my panties. My feet dragged along floor in rhythmic ticks that was brought on by my quivering legs. My chest was hot and I could feel the heat radiating from my welts. My jaw quaked in a pleasurable chatter.
My eyes flicked open when I felt Adam wrap his arms around me. His strong arms squeezed me, bringing me back to reality, shaking me awake. The vibrator still buzzed against me, and I panted, my arms fought against their restrictions in sudden awareness. My husband cooed me and petted my head. My eyes closed again and I still jerked in his embrace when the stimulation on my clit, slick with my juices, became too much against my sensitive genitalia.
"Maddie, Madeline... Sshh," he whispered lovingly. "Relax... Relax, baby." His voice was heavy, deep and soothing.
His hand held my face, pressed against my flushed cheek. He turned off the toy sometime then. My breathing calmed, my muscles still feeling aftershocks, aching for more.
I heard a frantic woman's voice, "Is she okay?" she shrilled.
Adam kept his arms around me, holding me tight and rocking me. There was fire between my legs and a heat that radiated from me.
My heart slowed, hearing Adam speak, "Yes ma'am," he stroked my forehead; it was sticky, rising up with a thin layer of sweat. "She has these... episodes. They pass, sorry for worrying you."
He turned his attention back to me, "Madeline, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. Relax honey and just breathe. Can you open your eyes?"
I took a deep stuttering breath. My head rested against his chest. I blinked my eyelids open and looked up into his dark eyes. I saw his adoration for me in them.
People around us talked, some, I'm sure caught on to our charade. Others, I thought, probably only saw me acting in character. I heard chuckles and snorts, but in my husbands embrace I felt safe.
Adam let go of me with one arm, still keeping my body pressed tight against him. My eyes were glazed over and I saw him, fuzzily, bring a drink to my mouth. "Drink," he said.
I opened my mouth around the thin cocktail straw, using my tongue to flick it into my mouth before closing my lips around it. I sucked the delicious liquid into my mouth, Crown Royal and Coca-Cola. My senses evened out to almost normal as I drank, wetting my mouth. I still felt warm and didn't dare raise my eyes to see the look on everyone's faces, yet.
Adam took the drink away and set the empty glass on a nearby table. "Can you stand?"
I swallowed and blinked my eyes against the strands of hair that stuck to my glistening forehead. "Yes, sir," I replied.
Then my husband helped me up to my feet, propping me up on my wobbly legs. I leaned against him for balance. Once again he took me to him willingly.
Adam took me around to more crowds of costumed people, introducing me as his patient. He teased me with the vibrator off and on, making me twitch and fall against his side, though it was never enough to make me orgasm again.
I felt embarrassed, well maybe, but not really. I liked how he was controlling me, keeping my cunt soaked through the evening, keeping my womanhood warm. At his will, my toes curled in my shoes and my knees came together. I wasn't completely obvious; the edge had been taken off with the orgasm I had experienced recently.
As we were conversing with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Adam put his hand on my upper arm and pulled me away. We went down the hall to the restroom the hostess had pointed out. My arms started aching from being pulled so tight, however, I never complained. My husband brought me into the little powder room. It was tiny, but large enough for us to fit together, almost comfortably.
We squeezed inside and Adam looked at me, "Do you need to pee?" he asked.
I shook my head, "No, sir."
Adam smiled, "Very good... Let me see what I've been doing to you," he said. He lifted the skirt of my costume up over my hips.
I looked to the side, seeing myself in the mirror. My skirt bunched over my hips and soft purple silk outlined the bottom of my hipbones. I watched as my husband's hand closed over my mound, rubbing my wet panties against my flesh. My eyes closed and I whimpered softly against his touch. He held me firmly between my thighs, massaging my pussy through my panties, the silk gathering more of my juices.
His mouth was against my ear. I could hear his heavy breath and his coarse voice clearly, "You're soaked." He pulled my panties to the side, tucking them into the crease between my thigh and vagina. He traced his fingers against my folds and his lips kissed my earlobe between words, "Madeline, you're so fucking hot. You looked an absolute delight orgasming in front of all our friends."
I fell back into the corner as he touched me. My cunt was helpless under his care. I lifted my foot and propped my heel against the sink, spreading my leg open, knocking my knee against the door. I moaned and whimpered, feeling my husband's fingers smear my nectar over my clit and apply just enough pressure to make my legs tremble. I opened my eyes and looked up into his. Connecting with him as my face crinkled and my lips quivered.
Adam pressed two thick fingers inside my hole. I sighed as he drug them against my smooth walls. The sound my cunt made was so slutty, I was leaking. He pulled his fingers back out, still hooked into shape. He brought them in front of my face; they were shiny and slick, coated with my fluids.
I opened my mouth and Adam smeared my juices on my lips before pushing them inside my mouth. I sucked my flavor from his fingers, rubbing my tongue against them and dragging my lips up and down between his knuckles.
"Do you taste good?" he asked, watching me suck his fingers like his cock.
I nodded and mumbled, "Yes, sir," with his fingers still in my mouth.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I licked my lips getting every bit of my cunt juice from them. I watched Adam pull up a bit on his slacks and then kneel down before me. I dropped my head back against the walls and looked at the mirror. My legs were spread wide, so filthy and slutty. My husband's head diving into my cunt. This would be a visual that would stick with me.
Adam's mouth fed on me, devouring my pretty bald pussy. His tongue drug against my pink lips and flicked against my clit. I felt his beard scratching against my soft flesh. His tongue and mouth greedy for every morsel of me. I purred and fought to keep quiet.
My husband probed his tongue in and out of my cunt, soaking his mouth with my fluids. The restroom began to reek of my sex. His tongue lapped and drilled, leaving me in a frenzy. I was hot, really hot. I'd open my eyes and see my flushed cheeks and chest in the mirror. My forearms rubbed against each other held by their restraints. My propped up leg shook violently as my orgasm approached. My body flooded with heat.
Suddenly, Adam pulled away. "I've had enough," he said as he stood.
I gasped and stared at him. He placed my panties back over my pussy, pulled my foot down off the sink and tugged skirt down so it barely covered my ass. I gazed at him in disbelief. My body ached for release.
Adam washed his mouth with some water from the sink and blotted it dry with a nearby hand towel. I was still in shock and he opened the door and started walking down the hall.
It took me a minute and I hurried after him. I scuffled along the floor; walking without the use of your arms is harder than you think. "Adam! Adam! Wait!" I kept saying over and over in my head, trying to catch up with him.
Finally, I caught up with him. He was holding two Crown and Cokes in his hand.
He chuckled when I got back to his side, "Took you long enough."
"My apologies," I said.
He held the drink below my mouth and I sucked a few sips out of the straw before he took it away.
I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Adam, let me suck your cock, please, your naughty little girl needs it."
My husband shook his head and looked me in the eyes, showing his feigned disinterest. He held my glass up and I took a few more sips then he took it away again.
"Please. I want to feel your flesh in my mouth, please, please, please," I whispered and batted my eyelashes, using every tool I had. I turned in my right foot and drug the thick platform of my shoe across the floor; it was that sweet innocent goody girl look.
Adam shook his head, "Madeline, I don't want to put my cock in your mouth," he said sternly. "Stop being a silly slut, we are guests at a party."
I sighed and pouted. My bottom lip stuck out and my blue eyes became large puppy dog eyes. I saw the twinkle of a smirk on Adam's face for a moment. He loved that look, and I knew he loved that I was giving it to him right now. It made him feel so powerful.
Adam let me take a few more sips of my drink. He tapped my cheek after I finished, "Good girl. Let's go dance, Shall we?" His arm came back around me and it comforted me.
He led me to the area of the lounge where other guests were dancing. He placed me in front of him and held my hips. We started dancing, or I should say grinding with the beat. I purposely rubbed my ass hard against his crotch. My shoulders pressed against his chest. The back of my skirt rode up as I gyrated my hips against his cock hidden under his slacks. His hands only held me tighter, I knew he was enjoying seeing me this way. I was undeniably desperate and needy.
I felt his cock gaining strength under his trousers, his member grinding against my almost bare ass. I must have looked spastic, working my body against him without the use of my arms. My shoulders rocked back and forth, wiggling my body in time against him. His hands ran between my hips to the very top of my thighs. My skirt rumpled together in the front, barely hiding my panties.
Most of the couples around us weren't aware, all in their own games of bump and grind. The ones who did notice, I'm sure found my actions amusing.
I was going crazy inside, my husbands hands erotically touching me on the dance floor, feeling him grow under his pants. I heard his breath in my ear when my head rubbed against his shoulder. I still wanted more. I needed more. The warmth inside my body only grew deeper. I radiated. I know I did. I was frustrated and I didn't care anymore. I wasn't going to stop until I had my husbands cock. I can't help it. It's who I am.
I also knew, everything I was feeling, from my dependency on Adam to the frustration I felt, all of it fed my husbands lust. I felt it from him in the way he touched me, how his cock swelled against my ass. He loved me changing into a needy nympho under his control. All I wanted was to please him, give him my mouth and let him use me.
Adam spun me around by my hips, I tripped in my shoes and he caught me. I straightened out my legs and raised my eyes. The music slowed down and he brought me against his chest, my arms and breasts pressed against him. My head rested on his shoulder, I was as close as I could be without wrapping my arms around him. I always feel safe in his embrace.
We moved our feet and I followed his lead. My heart slowed down and I could feel a breeze against my mostly bare bottom.
I lifted my chin and kissed lightly along the line of his beard up to his ear, "I love you, Adam," I whispered. "I love you so much."
He had one hand on the small of my back, keeping me close. The other arm draped over my shoulder holding me at the side of my breasts. "I love you, Madeline," he whispered back.
"Have I been a good girl tonight?" I asked as we swayed with the music.
His hand slid down and patted my round bum, "You've been a very good girl."
I nuzzled my face against his cheek. I love how his beard scratches me so nicely. "So good that I get to satisfy my craving soon?" my voice stayed hushed.
I felt his face curl into thought for a moment, but he never answered me. Adam is always thinking, always methodical, always planning. Some say he's cold, but he's a lawyer. Big, softie lawyers don't make it very far. I never see it as cold, I know who he is inside. I've seen what happens when he acts this way. I fucking love it.
We danced a little longer, him holding me against him in silence.
Adam stepped away from me and put his arm against my back. He led me outside. Our feet crunched in the unraked leaves after we walked off the crowded patio. I saw Adam's eyes looking around and his lips rubbing together in thought.
He took me around the corner of the house and down a few steps until we were hidden in shadows. When we stopped I was standing in front of him, rocking, a bit unbalanced. He lit up a smoke.
I looked around and didn't see anyone. I spread my feet further apart as my husband took drags of his cigarette. My knees slowly bent more and more. I kept my eyes up as I carefully squatted down, trying to keep my footing. My heart began to beat faster as I pushed on my boundaries, but Adam's eyes didn't tell me to stop. I wobbled in my shoes and my body rocked back and forth as I rubbed my face against his crotch.
"Adam, I need what's inside here," I said as my cheek stroked against his bulge, "may I have it, please?"
Adam looked down and gave me an amused look and took another puff of his cigarette.
I buried my face against his pants, "I need it. I need it more than ever. Please, I want it. Please, Dr. Jorgenson, I need my medicine," I begged and purred.
"My cock is your medicine now?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, sir, I need it to survive. I won't make it through the night without it," I said then started biting around the button of his trousers, trying to loosen it with my teeth.
Adam didn't protest and watched me look silly. I was so desperate and he adored me. I tried biting the bit of fabric next to the button and pushing with my top set of teeth to get it through the hole. It wouldn't budge. I wanted to get his cock out. I wanted to free him. I struggled with the button, tugging on the fabric with my teeth. I tried wiggling the wool around the slit, getting the button to the perfect place.
Finally, it popped undone after so much effort. "Thank God," I thought. I looked up at Adam and smiled a big cheesy grin. I was so proud of myself.
My husband looked down at me and petted my head, pulling the loose strands of hair off my face. He nodded approvingly.
I latched my teeth onto his zipper and dragged it down. I could feel it unfastening as I pulled, it hurt my teeth so I pulled faster. Finally, I had his fly undone. I used my nose to push his fly open, smelling his musk as I did. Thank goodness he wore suspenders tonight, getting a belt done with my teeth might have proven impossible. I looked up at my husband as my nose poked into the fly of his black cotton boxer briefs.
He raised a brow watching me, then spoke, "If you can get it out, you may have it."
"Thank you sir. Thank you," I repeated over and over as I burrowed my way inside his boxer briefs.
His trimmed pubic hair tickled my face and I nudged the fly open further with my nose. My tongue snaked out and grabbed a quick lick on his flesh.
I couldn't get him completely free this way so I stretched up just a bit and latched my teeth onto the waistband of his underwear. As I brought the material down, I leaned back a bit too far in my shoes. Adam quickly grabbed my hair with his right hand, taking a good grip that made me squeal, but I was thankful I didn't fall into the grass. My heart skipped then got back on track.
Among the loud noises inside and outside, I couldn't hear a man coming around the house. I was too busy tucking the waistband of Adams boxer briefs under his cock. I heard someone light up a cigarette and I jumped. Adam took a firmer grip of my hair; it hung in a long curly ponytail from his fist. He held me like this often. I looked over at the man, I couldn't make out any features and he stood quiet facing us.
I brought my eyes up to my husband and his massive organ lingered in front of me. My face crinkled in worry.
"You wanted this," he said coldly, "now get to work."
I didn't have much leeway to maneuver my mouth around my husbands cock. Instead, he led me around his member like a puppet. He pulled my head up and down along both sides and I held out my tongue, lapping at his flesh. I wanted more, but I wouldn't dare ask. My tongue flicked around his shaft and against the head of his rod, wiggling and slapping against him. I was desperate to give him anything he allowed of me and I know Adam loved seeing me this way, his needy little slut.
Adam brought my head down just enough so I could close my lips around the crown of his head. I wanted to go further, I wanted him all, but he held me there. My tongue darted around his flesh, swirling and flicking inside my mouth.
He pulled my head further down, just until his cockhead nudged against my throat. My head turned slightly to each side as he directed his own blowjob. My tongue slithered around his shaft and my cheeks sank in, greedily. I devoured every inch he gave me. He started bringing me down just a bit more, pushing just a taste of his cock into my throat, and then pulling my mouth away.
He never gave me too much, keeping his control over my mouth and what he wanted. My tongue slithered out passed my lips to get just a bit more of his length. I didn't care about anything but pleasing him. I only wanted to give him my mouth and feed on my husband.
He teased me, pulling me by my hair up and down and I sucked hard, constantly, not wanting to give up what I had in my mouth. I know the best home for my husband's cock is my mouth and I did anything to keep it there. I was slobbering all over myself in the process.
He brought me all the way back, arching my neck so he could see my eyes and I looked up at him, my mouth open and eyes begging. I knew that man was still over there, just a few feet away, watching, but I paid him no attention. I am devoted to my husband and even more so when I am worshipping him with my mouth.
Adam let me pant and catch my breath while he looked at my needy eyes. "Do you want more?"
"Yes, sir," I squeaked. My feet were slipping in my shoes and I dug my toes in against the platforms.
He slapped my cheek hard with his left hand, making my ears ring and I moaned. He glared down at me, "I said, do you want more," he growled.
"Yes sir. Yes, I want more. I want it all. I want you to use my mouth, your property. I want you to use me as you see fit," I rambled, begging and pleading for his cock until he yanked my head forward and shoved his entire length into my throat.
My mouth was invaded and I coughed and gagged. I heard him groaning as he used my throat to grind his cock into. His hand continued swatting against my cheek. I couldn't breathe and my arms fought and struggled inside my straitjacket.
He yanked back on my hair and I heaved for breath. He looked down at me studying my face as I spit up, drool running down my chin. In my squat, my legs were spread so very wide and my panties clearly visible. The man to the side didn't leave, I didn't look, I could still feel him watching us.
I must have looked a mess; I could feel the strings of spit dangling off my lips. I hungrily licked at them but it was no use. I needed to wipe my mouth, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Adam knew exactly what he was doing, and I loved it.
He shoved me down again, harder this time. His thick erection forced its way into my throat and it responded by clenching and spasming on his girth. The corners of my lips opened up and let the saliva drip out the sides. My arms cramped so much from being held by the restraints they started to go numb. He pulled me up and down on his cock, never letting himself out of my throat.
I started heaving, I could feel my stomach turning, but it didn't stop him. He fucked my face, grinding his hips against me. He must have felt me about to throw up and he quickly yanked my head back and let me wheeze and cough.
He gave me a moment to recover and I was such a mess. I heard the guy light up another cigarette; this must be too good to miss. I panted for a moment, feeling my throat tighten and relax, doing it's own heaving.
I looked up at Adam and he was so non-chalant. This is nothing new for us. He's been asserting his control over me for years now. All the years of training paid off.
My cunt was on fire; I could feel myself soaking my already stained panties. I wanted so badly to touch myself, spread wide before my husband like this. I secretly wished he'd turn on the little toy inside my panties again, but by the time that thought crossed my mind his cock was forcing it's way back into my throat. My mouth opened wide and I felt my lips stretch. His rod throbbed now, and he groaned, fucking the tightness that was left of my throat. My lips opened a little, letting that dirty sound of throat fucking escape.
I loved being his slut hole. I just can't help it. Letting my husband have me how he wishes. Nothing compares.
I heard more footsteps coming now. Just then my husband roared. Using both hands he held my head and buried it against him. He humped and grinded against my face, hurting my nose, making me gag and my stomach tremble. He unloaded a beast of a load into my throat, coating my esophagus with his sticky seed. I choked on it and started coughing. As he finished he let go of my hair and I feel back into the grass. My knees were spread wide apart and I was rolling around coughing up his cum.
Just in time for these guys to see me. Adam zipped up and walked over to them.
I wiggled around on the ground, cum dribbling down my lip to my chin. I heard the guys chuckling at me, they got a full frontal view of my panties, which I could feel were bunched up between my lips now. Adam laughed with them and lit up a cigarette, he was watching me with the others.
I finally got my legs curled under me and got up on top of them. I shuffled across the grass, on my knees, back to my husband's side. My hair had to be a mess. I looked like a distraught wanton slut.
I kept my eyes down when I got to Adams legs. His hand petted the top of my head and he pulled a crunched leaf out of it with a chuckle, "You're a mess Madeline."
I heard a booming laugh and baritone voice across from us, "You lucky bastard. I have to make an appointment with my wife to get a blowjob."
I raised my eyes just slightly; it was Adam's coworker, James, dressed as Hugh Hefner. I recognized him from the Christmas party last year.
Adam continued stroking my head and I leaned against his thigh. "I've been training this one for years," he said. I felt his cum drying on my chin. My husband looked down at me, "And there is always room for more."
I shied into his leg, hiding my face. I was embarrassed with myself for going that far. Well just slightly, more so I was putting on a show for the guys. Between the drying semen on my chin and my disheveled skirt, there isn't much left to be embarrassed about.
The guys ogled me as the conversation went to work related subjects for another twenty minutes. I felt like an object, but my husband continued to stroke my hair and make me feel safe.
"It has been fun guys, but I have to turn her back into the facility," Adam said, then shook hands with his buddies.
He helped me up to my feet and left my ass on display. My knees had indentions from the earth and blades of grass stuck to them. He walked me back to the car and settled me into the passenger seat.
Once he got in and started up the car, I spoke, "Adam, honey," I paused for a moment, "My arms are killing me."
"Is that so?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Yes, I'm really stiff."
Adam patted my thigh then reached down to pet my pussy through my panties, "I'm not done with you yet."
I looked over at him and stopped myself from speaking when the realization spread through me.
He nodded and grinned, "Unless, you don't think you need me."
I shook my head violently, "No, no, no. I always need you, please. When do you want me? Now?"
Adam thought for a moment then jerked the car, turning a sharp right into a deserted church parking lot. The tires squealed against the pavement and I screamed from the sudden turn. He found a place away from the lights and threw the car into neutral and put on the parking brake.
Before I could speak he was out of the car and on my side, unbuckling my seatbelt, then yanked my body out of the seat. He dragged me over like a doll to the trunk of the car. He shoved me down against the sleek black exterior; it felt cool against my cheek.
I squeaked and squealed as he tossed me around. His hands forcefully pulled my skirt up over my hips and his nails scratched my legs as he ripped my lavender thong down to my knees. Without any thought, my legs spread obediently open.
I heard him unzip as I was still catching my breath from all the sudden movement. He must have kept his arousal all evening like I had. It stayed with us. My cunt was still soaked and he quickly rose to hardness.
I screeched when he slammed his cock into my slick hole, forcing my body against the car. He picked up his pace quickly, steadily fucking me against the trunk. My body crushed against it under his weight. His pole dove into my body, joining us together, at last, pure ecstasy. I moaned and purred. He placed one hand on my head, holding my cheek down, and with the other he groped my ass. The car rocked as he used me, I was helpless and it was wonderful.
Cars zoomed by on the road; most were probably oblivious to us.
"Oh my God, Adam, you make me feel so good," I whimpered.
"I do?" he grunted. "I make you feel like a good little fuckslut, don't I?"
I worked my hips, rolling back against him as best I could. His cock pounded into me. My cunt made that dirty squelching sound it often does when I'm this hot.
"Yes, sir. I love being your fuckslut. More, please. More," I moaned with heavy breath.
He spanked my tight ass, repeatedly. I never count anymore. I felt my skin jiggle and grow hot under his palm.
I panted and moaned for him, "Use me, use me Adam, however you want. You know I only feel complete when I'm used."
The spanking ceased, my legs were going weak and little beads of sweat popped up all over my forehead. My mouth dropped open when he plowed his cock deep into my cunt and dug it inside. My body shook, he kept his length buried inside me as far as he could and dug against my cervix.
"Tell me my filthy wife wants my cock in her ass," he demanded.
I felt his meaty finger press against my bud and start pushing inside. I gasped and his cock drove into my body.
"Your filthy wife wants your cock in her ass," I repeated back to him, groaning the words.
He pushed another finger inside my ass and hooked them, working me open, still fucking my sloppy cunt. My ass burned, but I didn't care. I was getting everything I wanted.
"Fucking beg me, Madeline, beg me to fuck your whore ass," he grunted, thrusting his heavy cock in and out of my juicy fuck hole.
"Please, Adam. Please fuck my dirty hole. I need your cock in my ass. I want you to tear it open with your thick rod. Oh my God, please give it to me," I spoke so fast I didn't even realize what was coming out of my mouth. All I wanted was for him to be pleased. "Give my little ass the fucking it needs. Give it to me, please. God please, shove your cock in my ass, Adam. Your wife needs it. That's all she needs." I panted, half lying on the car.
My straitjacket had grown a size smaller in the last several minutes; it strained against me with each breath.
My husband fucked me harder than before in several fast strokes, "But your cunt just feels so fucking good," he said between each thrust.
"Please!" I screamed, loud enough to alert the nearby neighborhoods.
He pulled out of my dripping hole, gave both my ass cheeks firm slaps. "You're a lucky bitch," he said. I heard him jerking himself, it sounded wet and sticky.
"Why?" I asked in an exhale.
He spanked me again with his free hand, "'Cause I brought some lube, you don't want your ass torn up, do you?"
"No," I squeaked as he continued spanking me. Adam, he's always thinking ahead.
I felt him push his cockhead against my loosened bud. His hands spread my cheeks open and held me still as he popped inside, past my rim. I let out a deep satisfied growl. My hair was strewn all over my face like a blanket, sticking to my skin with my perspiration.
"Fuck, that's good," my husband groaned.
My anal walls spread apart to fit his girth. Opening up to take him inside. I felt the blissful pressure as he worked me open with his cock, slowly upgrading his speed and force.
"I love it when your cock is in my ass," I moaned, letting my eyes close with satisfaction.
Adam didn't speak back. He was focused. My moans grew into a higher pitch as he fucked me harder and harder, firmer and firmer. It felt like his whole being was behind him as he thrusted into my ass, using it as his fuckhole. I was so happy, so elated. He felt fucking incredible. With every one of his thrusts, I felt his weight behind it, slamming into my helpless anus.
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling my body back against him. I could have been completely limp and he wouldn't have cared. He took from me and I gave it more than willingly. I didn't care about people driving by in the cars, the people who could possibly be watching us, people on their phones with the cops reporting us. None of it mattered. A cloud of bliss hid us. We were together, completely.
My body slammed against the car. My sweaty cheek slid against the paint. My feet were almost lifting off the ground and my thighs crushed against the side of his fancy sports car. I panted and whimpered, tears welled up in my eyes from the force. When something hurts, my eyes tear up; it's not something I can control.
He fucked me rough, deep, forcefully, whatever name you want to give it; it was exactly what I needed. Adam always knew what I needed.
Suddenly he pulled out, grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me down onto my knees, spinning me around on the way. The little gravel rocks hurt my legs. I looked up, my eyes glazed and wide, watching my husband rapidly jerk his cock.
"I want it, I want your cum. Adam, please." I begged him whole-heartedly.
He grunted and pulled my face closer. My mouth dropped open and within a second he shot his sticky load all over my face. It came out in thick ropes. The first one landed diagonally across my nose. I flinched my eyes shut in reaction. His cum was warm against my flesh, coating my cheek and lips; my tongue caught a few lucky drops. He tasted divine. I licked my lips to get all I could. I playfully pouted because I couldn't clean my face to get the rest.
My husband let go of my hair when he stepped back. He looked down at me thoughtfully as he zipped himself back up.
"Thank you," I said softly. My tongue stretched to the side, almost getting another taste from my cheek.
Adam fully smiled for the first time since we left the house, "You're fucking beautiful, Madeline."
I blushed and shied away into my shoulder, all giddy and warm inside, post-fucking bliss.
"Come on, let's get you home," he said.
He came back to me and held onto my forearms, lifting me up. After a bit of a struggle I got back up to my feet on my weakened legs. He helped me back into the car and we drove the rest of the short route home. His cum dried on my face and started itching a little. I didn't complain.
We pulled into our driveway. With Adam's aid, I walked to the front door. The candles in our jack-o-lanterns had burned out and the bowl of candy was completely empty. Who knows how long the candy lasted anyways.
Adam took me to our bedroom and set me down on the bed. Then he knelt down in front of me and unlocked the padlocks of my shoes. He rubbed each foot carefully for several tender moments. He then stood back up and reached behind me. I leaned forward while he undid the buckles holding my arms back.
He didn't have to tell me, I knew from the care he was giving me now that I was perfect tonight. My arms came loose and I winced. My elbows didn't want to unbend and Adam carefully stretched them out for me. He pushed up the sleeves of my jacket and rubbed my strained muscles.
I leaned my forehead against his as he cared for me. Being restrained all night hurt, I had been cramped up for hours now. It hurt, yes, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.
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Authors Note
This story is entered in Literotica's 2010 Halloween Story Contest. If you enjoyed the read, please give me a click on the stars. Comments and feedback are always appreciated.
After he stood, I ran my fingers over the badge and smiled softly, "You look handsome, Dr. Jorgensen."
His fingers traced my collarbone and pushed my robe off my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts and red lines that marked me as his. "You will be as beautiful as always, Madeline," he said as he finished undressing me.
I stood still and let him look over my body. His strong hands traced my large breasts, over my healing wounds, and trailed down over my belly and wide hips to my bare cunt. I spread my legs at his demand and he checked my waxing job from earlier this afternoon. He cupped my mound and slipped is fingers between my smooth lips. I kept my hands at my side as he inspected me, letting him have control, examining both my lean legs for their softness.
He stood back up, "Are you going to be my perfect patient tonight, Madeline?" he asked, his dark eyes burning into mine.
"Yes, sir," I replied with a shiver of excitement.
"Very good. I have a surprise for you," he said and turned to the bed and picked up a pink bag from my favorite lingerie store.
My face lit up and I beamed up at my husband. "A surprise? Darling, you shouldn't have," I gushed, giddy with delight.
He chuckled and pulled out a shiny lavender silk thong, a miniscule piece of lingerie. I eyed it and noticed the white embroidery around the sides that made it look extra fancy. He squatted down, pulling up a bit on his slacks. He held the panties open for me to step into.
When I looked down I saw a shiny bullet size piece of metal placed against the crotch. I put my hands on his shoulders and he pulled my panties up my soft legs. He set them delicately around my hips and adjusted the crotch so the metal sat against my clitoris. It was cold now, but I was sure that wouldn't be the case much longer.
"Are you excited, Madeline?"
I nodded fast with a giant smile on my face, "So very excited, Adam. I can't wait."
I watched him, squatting in front of me. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a little remote. He showed it to me and hit one of the buttons it. The little bullet inside my panties came to life. It vibrated at full blast and I let out a shocked moan, catching myself from a fall on his shoulders. Just as fast as it started, he turned it off.
I blinked my eyes and shuddered for a moment, "Oh goodness," I said with an exasperated sigh, "Dr. Jorgensen, you really have this planned out, don't you?"
My husband stood up and kissed my cheek, "I always have everything planned," his voice was cocky in a teasing sort of way.
He clipped the small remote to the vibrator on the outside of his shirt cuff, against his wrist. He brought out a lavender bra that matched the panties and I held my arms out, letting him dress me.
I enjoy that he picks out my clothes and when he dresses me. People might say that I lost myself because of this. But I don't think that's the case. I think giving up your choices in simple things like what clothes I'm wearing today, shows that I trust him and that I want to please him. I haven't lost my free will or myself. It is a conscious decision I make everyday to let him have that control. Completely different things the way I see it.
My husband reached his hands behind me and hooked my bra. I leaned forward letting my breasts settle into the lavender cups, outlined in white. The bra pushed them up and gave them an extra "umph" they really didn't need. He turned to the bed where he had laid out my costume.
I was to be a patient in a psych ward taken out for a night under the supervision of my psychiatrist, complete with a straitjacket. The costume was the length of a very short dress, colored light gray. It opened across the front in a slight diagonal line and closed with a zipper and black buckles for extra restraint. The sleeves were longer, enough extra length to strap my arms down with my hands hugging myself. On the floor sat a new pair of heels. They were six-inch platform stilettos, black patent leather, with a strap across the top of the foot and a thick one around the ankles.
Adam held my shoulders and I turned under his will and let him nudge me down onto the bed. He kneeled in front of me picking up the right shoe and I slid my foot inside, settling in under the strap. I wiggled my freshly pedicured toes, admiring the black with white tip "halloween-ie" style paint job against the black leather strap across my foot.
He's always precise, and the way he clasped the ankle strap closed was just that. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny little padlock, hooked it into the thick black strap and locked it closed. He performed the same actions on my left foot. I watched him move his large hands and softly run his fingers over the bones in my feet. I wouldn't be able to take off my shoes without him. This was another way he could manage me tonight.
He helped me up, holding my hands and pulling my body off of the bed. I towered up to nearly six feet tall in these clunky heels. My husband still loomed over me but only by a few inches now. I wobbled for a moment at first, taking my time to regain my balance in shoes that felt like stilts. I had worn stilettos like this before, but there's always an adjustment involved.
Adam didn't waste any time and picked the straitjacket up from the bed. The buckles and zipper were undone. He came around behind me and I slipped my arms inside. The fabric was a bit itchy, but nothing I wouldn't get used to. I stood still and watched my husband come around in front of me. He hooked the zipper into itself on the bottom, the hem left a small triangle peek at my thigh. The skirt part of my costume sat high on my thighs and tight around my legs and ass. He zipped me in but left the top open in a v-neck. He carefully folded the top open on both sides forming a collar, giving a tasteful view of my cleavage and red lines peeking out on my chest.
"Oh, that makes me look like I've hurt myself," I noted softly, looking at the healing welts across my breasts.
"That's why you're in a straitjacket," he chuckled. "You can't control yourself and need me to keep you in line."
He started with the middle strap and pulled it closed, tight around my waist. He was silent as he worked, the sleeves hung down far past my hands. He buckled the four other straps down my chest and stomach, pulling each one tight, showing off my generous, womanly curves.
I lifted up my hands, still free before being strapped in. "May I touch you one last time?" I asked softly. He nodded and I smiled, "Thank you." I lifted my hands with my fingers sneaking out from under the cuffs of the jacket. I ran my fingers over his well-kept brown beard, looking at his face, "I love you more now than ever."
"I love you, Madeline. You are my perfect wife. I can't wait to show everyone how obedient and well kept you really are," he said. I watched his dark eyes twinkle before he closed them. Then he dropped a gentle kiss onto my lips.
He pulled back and took my hands off his face, placing my arms how he wanted. My left arm went on the bottom with my right folded neatly on top, my forearms just under the strained curve of my tits.
"You ready?" my husband asked.
"Yes, sir," I replied.
Adam came around behind me and I held my hands in place. He strapped in the left sleeve first, buckling it down across the back, my hand hidden inside, and then the right. I wiggled around to make sure I was strapped in properly and he came back around in front of me to watch. A deviant smile appeared on his lips upon seeing me confined.
"Remember Madeline," he stroked my face with the back of his palm, "remember your role tonight. Nothing is done without my permission and you never leave my side. Don't speak unless spoken to. Be a good girl tonight, and I will repay you tenfold this evening."
I rubbed my cheek against his hand, my cunt was already tingling with the anticipation I had for the evening. The vibrator against my clitoris, being completely dependent on my husband tonight, the ability to be open about how we really were; it all was just about to boil over, and we haven't even left yet.
I responded simply, devotedly, "Yes, sir."
I waited patiently when he went over to the dresser to collect his keys and wallet. He put his arm around my hip and led me out of our bedroom. We walked slowly so I could gather myself, learning to walk without the use of my arms. I leaned against him, using his support. I saw Adam grin out of the corner of my eye; I knew he was already enjoying this as much as I was.
We left through the front door, passing our jack-o-lanterns and a giant bowl of candy we left out for the trick-or-treaters. He helped me into his black Maserati and buckled my seatbelt. I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to get comfortable. With these sky-high heels on, my knees came up high in front of me, and leaned in towards each other just a little.
We drove to the party in mostly silence; I rested in my seat watching the scenery of houses pass by. My husband teased me, tickling my available inner thigh, almost touching the silk of my panties then pulling away just before. I kept my mouth closed and whimpered inside myself as he touched me; my knees came further apart, silently begging him to go further. However, he chose not to give that to me.
He parked on the street, a little ways down from the house. The street was already lined with other expensive imported automobiles. He came around to my side and helped me out, holding onto my upper arms while I tried to stand. I saw another couple, the woman dressed as Cinderella and the man as Prince Charming. Adam and I both chortled upon catching sight of them.
"I think we might be a bit out of place," I whispered as we walked up the sidewalk, my husband's arm around me, helping me walk.
"Never. It's Halloween. Nothing is ever out of place."
My palms started to sweat inside the jacket sleeves and I rubbed them against the fabric. We approached the front door of a large upper middle class home. It was beautiful, but it had been built quickly during a massive housing-boom in the area.
Adam knocked heavily on the door and a moment later the hostess, Jennifer, greeted us. For the evening she was a slut nurse. Her purchased tits made the vinyl-like material stretch and it barely covered her body. I might look crazy, but at least I'm not almost naked.
"Good evening Adam and Madeline," she smiled a bubbly blonde greeting.
"Dr. Jorgensen," Adam said, extending his right hand, his left still holding me close to him. "And this is my patient, Madeline. We are on very strict rules this evening from the facility. But this is her favorite holiday, so we are making an exception."
Jennifer threw her head back in a laugh upon seeing me. She snorted for a few times before letting us in the doorway, "You're really in character aren't you?"
Adam kept cool, as I stayed on his side as we walked in together, "I don't know what you're talking about, Nurse Walcott," he said with a wink.
"Well doctor, just so you know, the bar is in the lounge and the restrooms are the second door on your left down that hallway. If you two need anything at all tonight, don't hesitate to ask me or Gerald," Jennifer said.
"Thank you, ma'am," Adam courteously replied.
I nodded my head to say thank you, keeping my mouth sealed shut.
All sorts of characters surrounded us. Fred and Wilma Flintstone stood against the bar, chatting with Rainbow Brite and what I would have guessed was Willy Wonka. The Mad Hatter was hitting on Little Red Riding Hood next to the fireplace. A slutty Girl Scout and Benjamin Franklin flirted over chips and dip not too far away.
"I have to say hello to a few people," Adam said, leading me through the crowds.
I carefully walked at his side, one foot in front of the other, which made my hips sway seductively. I spotted Cinderella again, she laughed like she had been drinking for hours already, chortling loud into the lounge. Her drink was only half empty. Her prince didn't seem so pleased.
We got looks from other guests as we made our way into the party. Adam politely said hello to the people who greeted him. I suddenly felt like I was on display, eyes of men and women staring at me. I wondered what they thought upon first glance. Did they think this was just a game or maybe something that had gone too far?
Adam led me to the corner of the lounge and stepped up to a group of men, all in their late thirties and older. My husband was easily the youngest. I kept my eyes down when he stopped, still hearing the voices of the other guests talking about me. I couldn't understand their comments, but their attention made the corner of my lips rise up in a smirk.
My husband held me close, keeping his hand on my hip. He greeted the four men and introduced me politely, "Gentleman, this is Madeline."
I raised my eyes and blushed, seeing them look at me. I felt shy and spoke quietly, "Nice to meet you."
One of the men, dressed as a pirate, patted Adam's back. "You told us she wasn't bad to look at. But I didn't think you meant you couldn't look away," he said then laughed.
I nuzzled up against my husband, using him as protection.
"I just got lucky," Adam said. He squeezed my hip roughly; it made me squeak.
The pirate laughed and took a swig of his scotch. "So why is she all strapped in, does she cause herself harm?" He peered at Adam's ID badge, "Does Meadow Fields have a lot of other patients? I might be interested in one, ar har har."
I stayed quiet, as instructed, though this man was slightly humiliating me.
The pirate's eyes went back to me as Adam spoke, "This one is a special patient. She's pretty, but see these marks right here," Adam ran his finger along the thickest red line on my chest, "if she's alone and not strapped up, she goes into episodes and doesn't stop until she makes herself bleed."
I watched the pirate's eyes go wide as he looked at my marks. Pride filled me to the core. He probably assumed it was makeup, but instead he was looking at my devotion to my husband.
Adam brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes and looked down at me, "Are you thirsty, Madeline?"
My mouth was dry and I nodded, and then spoke softly, "Yes, sir."
He brought me over to a chair, just a few steps to the right. He sat me down, "Be a good girl and wait here," he said.
I straightened out my back, sitting up and crossing my legs. The tiny skirt rode up my thighs and I wanted to pull it down. The only thing I could do by myself was keep my legs closed. I watched my husband walk over to the bar, stopping along the way for another short chat. He's a popular guy, I'm used to it.
I waited patiently and silently. My eyes darted around, checking out everyone's costumes. Suddenly the little vibrator on my panties came to life. Soft at first, tickling my clit. I bit my lip and closed my thighs tighter together. I looked at Adam, engaged in conversation. I stared at him and purred inside my chest.
I saw him flick his middle finger down to his wrist and the vibrator started pulsing. It alternated between strong and soft pulses, making me squirm in my seat. My body grew warm with the little pleasures. The vibrations grew stronger and quicker against my clit and my breathing became staggered. People started looking at me as I fought the urges growing inside me.
My eyelids fluttered shut and my teeth gritted together. I uncrossed my legs and kept my knees closed together, ankles apart. I began humping the seat cushion, rubbing my pussy in circles against it. The vibrator was steadily teasing me. My breath ragged and my chest pressed against my straitjacket. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I must have looked like a squirming mess. My arms struggled against their restraints.
"Oh God," I whispered in a moan, "Oh my God."
The vibrator stopped suddenly and my eyes flashed open. Pairs of eyes were all over me. I panted, catching my breath for a moment, looking for my husband. I saw him smile at me from the bar. I blushed from embarrassment, guests gawking at me. As my tantrum ceased, they went back to their conversations, blowing me off as just being silly.
Then it started again. This time the vibration was a strong, heavy, steady buzz, pressed directly on my clit. I squealed and shuddered. I fell back into my chair and fought to keep my eyes open even though they fluttered rapidly. I humped the seat even harder, rubbing myself against it. My panties grew wet with my fluids. My mouth hung open with heavy breaths. I tried to keep control of my actions but it was too much. My knees buckled together, fighting to open. My back arched against the chair and my toes curled against the platforms of my shoes.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I whispered in an unsteady tone, sealing my eyes shut.
I could feel the people staring. I could feel their eyes digging into me. I could hear their mocking tones but was unable to make out what they said. This only made the sensations flow deeper.
My husband had me on display and I couldn't help but give in. My heart raced. My sex overflowed with heat. Pulses of orgasmic bliss flowed through my body, soaking the silk of my panties. My feet dragged along floor in rhythmic ticks that was brought on by my quivering legs. My chest was hot and I could feel the heat radiating from my welts. My jaw quaked in a pleasurable chatter.
My eyes flicked open when I felt Adam wrap his arms around me. His strong arms squeezed me, bringing me back to reality, shaking me awake. The vibrator still buzzed against me, and I panted, my arms fought against their restrictions in sudden awareness. My husband cooed me and petted my head. My eyes closed again and I still jerked in his embrace when the stimulation on my clit, slick with my juices, became too much against my sensitive genitalia.
"Maddie, Madeline... Sshh," he whispered lovingly. "Relax... Relax, baby." His voice was heavy, deep and soothing.
His hand held my face, pressed against my flushed cheek. He turned off the toy sometime then. My breathing calmed, my muscles still feeling aftershocks, aching for more.
I heard a frantic woman's voice, "Is she okay?" she shrilled.
Adam kept his arms around me, holding me tight and rocking me. There was fire between my legs and a heat that radiated from me.
My heart slowed, hearing Adam speak, "Yes ma'am," he stroked my forehead; it was sticky, rising up with a thin layer of sweat. "She has these... episodes. They pass, sorry for worrying you."
He turned his attention back to me, "Madeline, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. Relax honey and just breathe. Can you open your eyes?"
I took a deep stuttering breath. My head rested against his chest. I blinked my eyelids open and looked up into his dark eyes. I saw his adoration for me in them.
People around us talked, some, I'm sure caught on to our charade. Others, I thought, probably only saw me acting in character. I heard chuckles and snorts, but in my husbands embrace I felt safe.
Adam let go of me with one arm, still keeping my body pressed tight against him. My eyes were glazed over and I saw him, fuzzily, bring a drink to my mouth. "Drink," he said.
I opened my mouth around the thin cocktail straw, using my tongue to flick it into my mouth before closing my lips around it. I sucked the delicious liquid into my mouth, Crown Royal and Coca-Cola. My senses evened out to almost normal as I drank, wetting my mouth. I still felt warm and didn't dare raise my eyes to see the look on everyone's faces, yet.
Adam took the drink away and set the empty glass on a nearby table. "Can you stand?"
I swallowed and blinked my eyes against the strands of hair that stuck to my glistening forehead. "Yes, sir," I replied.
Then my husband helped me up to my feet, propping me up on my wobbly legs. I leaned against him for balance. Once again he took me to him willingly.
Adam took me around to more crowds of costumed people, introducing me as his patient. He teased me with the vibrator off and on, making me twitch and fall against his side, though it was never enough to make me orgasm again.
I felt embarrassed, well maybe, but not really. I liked how he was controlling me, keeping my cunt soaked through the evening, keeping my womanhood warm. At his will, my toes curled in my shoes and my knees came together. I wasn't completely obvious; the edge had been taken off with the orgasm I had experienced recently.
As we were conversing with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Adam put his hand on my upper arm and pulled me away. We went down the hall to the restroom the hostess had pointed out. My arms started aching from being pulled so tight, however, I never complained. My husband brought me into the little powder room. It was tiny, but large enough for us to fit together, almost comfortably.
We squeezed inside and Adam looked at me, "Do you need to pee?" he asked.
I shook my head, "No, sir."
Adam smiled, "Very good... Let me see what I've been doing to you," he said. He lifted the skirt of my costume up over my hips.
I looked to the side, seeing myself in the mirror. My skirt bunched over my hips and soft purple silk outlined the bottom of my hipbones. I watched as my husband's hand closed over my mound, rubbing my wet panties against my flesh. My eyes closed and I whimpered softly against his touch. He held me firmly between my thighs, massaging my pussy through my panties, the silk gathering more of my juices.
His mouth was against my ear. I could hear his heavy breath and his coarse voice clearly, "You're soaked." He pulled my panties to the side, tucking them into the crease between my thigh and vagina. He traced his fingers against my folds and his lips kissed my earlobe between words, "Madeline, you're so fucking hot. You looked an absolute delight orgasming in front of all our friends."
I fell back into the corner as he touched me. My cunt was helpless under his care. I lifted my foot and propped my heel against the sink, spreading my leg open, knocking my knee against the door. I moaned and whimpered, feeling my husband's fingers smear my nectar over my clit and apply just enough pressure to make my legs tremble. I opened my eyes and looked up into his. Connecting with him as my face crinkled and my lips quivered.
Adam pressed two thick fingers inside my hole. I sighed as he drug them against my smooth walls. The sound my cunt made was so slutty, I was leaking. He pulled his fingers back out, still hooked into shape. He brought them in front of my face; they were shiny and slick, coated with my fluids.
I opened my mouth and Adam smeared my juices on my lips before pushing them inside my mouth. I sucked my flavor from his fingers, rubbing my tongue against them and dragging my lips up and down between his knuckles.
"Do you taste good?" he asked, watching me suck his fingers like his cock.
I nodded and mumbled, "Yes, sir," with his fingers still in my mouth.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I licked my lips getting every bit of my cunt juice from them. I watched Adam pull up a bit on his slacks and then kneel down before me. I dropped my head back against the walls and looked at the mirror. My legs were spread wide, so filthy and slutty. My husband's head diving into my cunt. This would be a visual that would stick with me.
Adam's mouth fed on me, devouring my pretty bald pussy. His tongue drug against my pink lips and flicked against my clit. I felt his beard scratching against my soft flesh. His tongue and mouth greedy for every morsel of me. I purred and fought to keep quiet.
My husband probed his tongue in and out of my cunt, soaking his mouth with my fluids. The restroom began to reek of my sex. His tongue lapped and drilled, leaving me in a frenzy. I was hot, really hot. I'd open my eyes and see my flushed cheeks and chest in the mirror. My forearms rubbed against each other held by their restraints. My propped up leg shook violently as my orgasm approached. My body flooded with heat.
Suddenly, Adam pulled away. "I've had enough," he said as he stood.
I gasped and stared at him. He placed my panties back over my pussy, pulled my foot down off the sink and tugged skirt down so it barely covered my ass. I gazed at him in disbelief. My body ached for release.
Adam washed his mouth with some water from the sink and blotted it dry with a nearby hand towel. I was still in shock and he opened the door and started walking down the hall.
It took me a minute and I hurried after him. I scuffled along the floor; walking without the use of your arms is harder than you think. "Adam! Adam! Wait!" I kept saying over and over in my head, trying to catch up with him.
Finally, I caught up with him. He was holding two Crown and Cokes in his hand.
He chuckled when I got back to his side, "Took you long enough."
"My apologies," I said.
He held the drink below my mouth and I sucked a few sips out of the straw before he took it away.
I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Adam, let me suck your cock, please, your naughty little girl needs it."
My husband shook his head and looked me in the eyes, showing his feigned disinterest. He held my glass up and I took a few more sips then he took it away again.
"Please. I want to feel your flesh in my mouth, please, please, please," I whispered and batted my eyelashes, using every tool I had. I turned in my right foot and drug the thick platform of my shoe across the floor; it was that sweet innocent goody girl look.
Adam shook his head, "Madeline, I don't want to put my cock in your mouth," he said sternly. "Stop being a silly slut, we are guests at a party."
I sighed and pouted. My bottom lip stuck out and my blue eyes became large puppy dog eyes. I saw the twinkle of a smirk on Adam's face for a moment. He loved that look, and I knew he loved that I was giving it to him right now. It made him feel so powerful.
Adam let me take a few more sips of my drink. He tapped my cheek after I finished, "Good girl. Let's go dance, Shall we?" His arm came back around me and it comforted me.
He led me to the area of the lounge where other guests were dancing. He placed me in front of him and held my hips. We started dancing, or I should say grinding with the beat. I purposely rubbed my ass hard against his crotch. My shoulders pressed against his chest. The back of my skirt rode up as I gyrated my hips against his cock hidden under his slacks. His hands only held me tighter, I knew he was enjoying seeing me this way. I was undeniably desperate and needy.
I felt his cock gaining strength under his trousers, his member grinding against my almost bare ass. I must have looked spastic, working my body against him without the use of my arms. My shoulders rocked back and forth, wiggling my body in time against him. His hands ran between my hips to the very top of my thighs. My skirt rumpled together in the front, barely hiding my panties.
Most of the couples around us weren't aware, all in their own games of bump and grind. The ones who did notice, I'm sure found my actions amusing.
I was going crazy inside, my husbands hands erotically touching me on the dance floor, feeling him grow under his pants. I heard his breath in my ear when my head rubbed against his shoulder. I still wanted more. I needed more. The warmth inside my body only grew deeper. I radiated. I know I did. I was frustrated and I didn't care anymore. I wasn't going to stop until I had my husbands cock. I can't help it. It's who I am.
I also knew, everything I was feeling, from my dependency on Adam to the frustration I felt, all of it fed my husbands lust. I felt it from him in the way he touched me, how his cock swelled against my ass. He loved me changing into a needy nympho under his control. All I wanted was to please him, give him my mouth and let him use me.
Adam spun me around by my hips, I tripped in my shoes and he caught me. I straightened out my legs and raised my eyes. The music slowed down and he brought me against his chest, my arms and breasts pressed against him. My head rested on his shoulder, I was as close as I could be without wrapping my arms around him. I always feel safe in his embrace.
We moved our feet and I followed his lead. My heart slowed down and I could feel a breeze against my mostly bare bottom.
I lifted my chin and kissed lightly along the line of his beard up to his ear, "I love you, Adam," I whispered. "I love you so much."
He had one hand on the small of my back, keeping me close. The other arm draped over my shoulder holding me at the side of my breasts. "I love you, Madeline," he whispered back.
"Have I been a good girl tonight?" I asked as we swayed with the music.
His hand slid down and patted my round bum, "You've been a very good girl."
I nuzzled my face against his cheek. I love how his beard scratches me so nicely. "So good that I get to satisfy my craving soon?" my voice stayed hushed.
I felt his face curl into thought for a moment, but he never answered me. Adam is always thinking, always methodical, always planning. Some say he's cold, but he's a lawyer. Big, softie lawyers don't make it very far. I never see it as cold, I know who he is inside. I've seen what happens when he acts this way. I fucking love it.
We danced a little longer, him holding me against him in silence.
Adam stepped away from me and put his arm against my back. He led me outside. Our feet crunched in the unraked leaves after we walked off the crowded patio. I saw Adam's eyes looking around and his lips rubbing together in thought.
He took me around the corner of the house and down a few steps until we were hidden in shadows. When we stopped I was standing in front of him, rocking, a bit unbalanced. He lit up a smoke.
I looked around and didn't see anyone. I spread my feet further apart as my husband took drags of his cigarette. My knees slowly bent more and more. I kept my eyes up as I carefully squatted down, trying to keep my footing. My heart began to beat faster as I pushed on my boundaries, but Adam's eyes didn't tell me to stop. I wobbled in my shoes and my body rocked back and forth as I rubbed my face against his crotch.
"Adam, I need what's inside here," I said as my cheek stroked against his bulge, "may I have it, please?"
Adam looked down and gave me an amused look and took another puff of his cigarette.
I buried my face against his pants, "I need it. I need it more than ever. Please, I want it. Please, Dr. Jorgenson, I need my medicine," I begged and purred.
"My cock is your medicine now?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, sir, I need it to survive. I won't make it through the night without it," I said then started biting around the button of his trousers, trying to loosen it with my teeth.
Adam didn't protest and watched me look silly. I was so desperate and he adored me. I tried biting the bit of fabric next to the button and pushing with my top set of teeth to get it through the hole. It wouldn't budge. I wanted to get his cock out. I wanted to free him. I struggled with the button, tugging on the fabric with my teeth. I tried wiggling the wool around the slit, getting the button to the perfect place.
Finally, it popped undone after so much effort. "Thank God," I thought. I looked up at Adam and smiled a big cheesy grin. I was so proud of myself.
My husband looked down at me and petted my head, pulling the loose strands of hair off my face. He nodded approvingly.
I latched my teeth onto his zipper and dragged it down. I could feel it unfastening as I pulled, it hurt my teeth so I pulled faster. Finally, I had his fly undone. I used my nose to push his fly open, smelling his musk as I did. Thank goodness he wore suspenders tonight, getting a belt done with my teeth might have proven impossible. I looked up at my husband as my nose poked into the fly of his black cotton boxer briefs.
He raised a brow watching me, then spoke, "If you can get it out, you may have it."
"Thank you sir. Thank you," I repeated over and over as I burrowed my way inside his boxer briefs.
His trimmed pubic hair tickled my face and I nudged the fly open further with my nose. My tongue snaked out and grabbed a quick lick on his flesh.
I couldn't get him completely free this way so I stretched up just a bit and latched my teeth onto the waistband of his underwear. As I brought the material down, I leaned back a bit too far in my shoes. Adam quickly grabbed my hair with his right hand, taking a good grip that made me squeal, but I was thankful I didn't fall into the grass. My heart skipped then got back on track.
Among the loud noises inside and outside, I couldn't hear a man coming around the house. I was too busy tucking the waistband of Adams boxer briefs under his cock. I heard someone light up a cigarette and I jumped. Adam took a firmer grip of my hair; it hung in a long curly ponytail from his fist. He held me like this often. I looked over at the man, I couldn't make out any features and he stood quiet facing us.
I brought my eyes up to my husband and his massive organ lingered in front of me. My face crinkled in worry.
"You wanted this," he said coldly, "now get to work."
I didn't have much leeway to maneuver my mouth around my husbands cock. Instead, he led me around his member like a puppet. He pulled my head up and down along both sides and I held out my tongue, lapping at his flesh. I wanted more, but I wouldn't dare ask. My tongue flicked around his shaft and against the head of his rod, wiggling and slapping against him. I was desperate to give him anything he allowed of me and I know Adam loved seeing me this way, his needy little slut.
Adam brought my head down just enough so I could close my lips around the crown of his head. I wanted to go further, I wanted him all, but he held me there. My tongue darted around his flesh, swirling and flicking inside my mouth.
He pulled my head further down, just until his cockhead nudged against my throat. My head turned slightly to each side as he directed his own blowjob. My tongue slithered around his shaft and my cheeks sank in, greedily. I devoured every inch he gave me. He started bringing me down just a bit more, pushing just a taste of his cock into my throat, and then pulling my mouth away.
He never gave me too much, keeping his control over my mouth and what he wanted. My tongue slithered out passed my lips to get just a bit more of his length. I didn't care about anything but pleasing him. I only wanted to give him my mouth and feed on my husband.
He teased me, pulling me by my hair up and down and I sucked hard, constantly, not wanting to give up what I had in my mouth. I know the best home for my husband's cock is my mouth and I did anything to keep it there. I was slobbering all over myself in the process.
He brought me all the way back, arching my neck so he could see my eyes and I looked up at him, my mouth open and eyes begging. I knew that man was still over there, just a few feet away, watching, but I paid him no attention. I am devoted to my husband and even more so when I am worshipping him with my mouth.
Adam let me pant and catch my breath while he looked at my needy eyes. "Do you want more?"
"Yes, sir," I squeaked. My feet were slipping in my shoes and I dug my toes in against the platforms.
He slapped my cheek hard with his left hand, making my ears ring and I moaned. He glared down at me, "I said, do you want more," he growled.
"Yes sir. Yes, I want more. I want it all. I want you to use my mouth, your property. I want you to use me as you see fit," I rambled, begging and pleading for his cock until he yanked my head forward and shoved his entire length into my throat.
My mouth was invaded and I coughed and gagged. I heard him groaning as he used my throat to grind his cock into. His hand continued swatting against my cheek. I couldn't breathe and my arms fought and struggled inside my straitjacket.
He yanked back on my hair and I heaved for breath. He looked down at me studying my face as I spit up, drool running down my chin. In my squat, my legs were spread so very wide and my panties clearly visible. The man to the side didn't leave, I didn't look, I could still feel him watching us.
I must have looked a mess; I could feel the strings of spit dangling off my lips. I hungrily licked at them but it was no use. I needed to wipe my mouth, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Adam knew exactly what he was doing, and I loved it.
He shoved me down again, harder this time. His thick erection forced its way into my throat and it responded by clenching and spasming on his girth. The corners of my lips opened up and let the saliva drip out the sides. My arms cramped so much from being held by the restraints they started to go numb. He pulled me up and down on his cock, never letting himself out of my throat.
I started heaving, I could feel my stomach turning, but it didn't stop him. He fucked my face, grinding his hips against me. He must have felt me about to throw up and he quickly yanked my head back and let me wheeze and cough.
He gave me a moment to recover and I was such a mess. I heard the guy light up another cigarette; this must be too good to miss. I panted for a moment, feeling my throat tighten and relax, doing it's own heaving.
I looked up at Adam and he was so non-chalant. This is nothing new for us. He's been asserting his control over me for years now. All the years of training paid off.
My cunt was on fire; I could feel myself soaking my already stained panties. I wanted so badly to touch myself, spread wide before my husband like this. I secretly wished he'd turn on the little toy inside my panties again, but by the time that thought crossed my mind his cock was forcing it's way back into my throat. My mouth opened wide and I felt my lips stretch. His rod throbbed now, and he groaned, fucking the tightness that was left of my throat. My lips opened a little, letting that dirty sound of throat fucking escape.
I loved being his slut hole. I just can't help it. Letting my husband have me how he wishes. Nothing compares.
I heard more footsteps coming now. Just then my husband roared. Using both hands he held my head and buried it against him. He humped and grinded against my face, hurting my nose, making me gag and my stomach tremble. He unloaded a beast of a load into my throat, coating my esophagus with his sticky seed. I choked on it and started coughing. As he finished he let go of my hair and I feel back into the grass. My knees were spread wide apart and I was rolling around coughing up his cum.
Just in time for these guys to see me. Adam zipped up and walked over to them.
I wiggled around on the ground, cum dribbling down my lip to my chin. I heard the guys chuckling at me, they got a full frontal view of my panties, which I could feel were bunched up between my lips now. Adam laughed with them and lit up a cigarette, he was watching me with the others.
I finally got my legs curled under me and got up on top of them. I shuffled across the grass, on my knees, back to my husband's side. My hair had to be a mess. I looked like a distraught wanton slut.
I kept my eyes down when I got to Adams legs. His hand petted the top of my head and he pulled a crunched leaf out of it with a chuckle, "You're a mess Madeline."
I heard a booming laugh and baritone voice across from us, "You lucky bastard. I have to make an appointment with my wife to get a blowjob."
I raised my eyes just slightly; it was Adam's coworker, James, dressed as Hugh Hefner. I recognized him from the Christmas party last year.
Adam continued stroking my head and I leaned against his thigh. "I've been training this one for years," he said. I felt his cum drying on my chin. My husband looked down at me, "And there is always room for more."
I shied into his leg, hiding my face. I was embarrassed with myself for going that far. Well just slightly, more so I was putting on a show for the guys. Between the drying semen on my chin and my disheveled skirt, there isn't much left to be embarrassed about.
The guys ogled me as the conversation went to work related subjects for another twenty minutes. I felt like an object, but my husband continued to stroke my hair and make me feel safe.
"It has been fun guys, but I have to turn her back into the facility," Adam said, then shook hands with his buddies.
He helped me up to my feet and left my ass on display. My knees had indentions from the earth and blades of grass stuck to them. He walked me back to the car and settled me into the passenger seat.
Once he got in and started up the car, I spoke, "Adam, honey," I paused for a moment, "My arms are killing me."
"Is that so?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Yes, I'm really stiff."
Adam patted my thigh then reached down to pet my pussy through my panties, "I'm not done with you yet."
I looked over at him and stopped myself from speaking when the realization spread through me.
He nodded and grinned, "Unless, you don't think you need me."
I shook my head violently, "No, no, no. I always need you, please. When do you want me? Now?"
Adam thought for a moment then jerked the car, turning a sharp right into a deserted church parking lot. The tires squealed against the pavement and I screamed from the sudden turn. He found a place away from the lights and threw the car into neutral and put on the parking brake.
Before I could speak he was out of the car and on my side, unbuckling my seatbelt, then yanked my body out of the seat. He dragged me over like a doll to the trunk of the car. He shoved me down against the sleek black exterior; it felt cool against my cheek.
I squeaked and squealed as he tossed me around. His hands forcefully pulled my skirt up over my hips and his nails scratched my legs as he ripped my lavender thong down to my knees. Without any thought, my legs spread obediently open.
I heard him unzip as I was still catching my breath from all the sudden movement. He must have kept his arousal all evening like I had. It stayed with us. My cunt was still soaked and he quickly rose to hardness.
I screeched when he slammed his cock into my slick hole, forcing my body against the car. He picked up his pace quickly, steadily fucking me against the trunk. My body crushed against it under his weight. His pole dove into my body, joining us together, at last, pure ecstasy. I moaned and purred. He placed one hand on my head, holding my cheek down, and with the other he groped my ass. The car rocked as he used me, I was helpless and it was wonderful.
Cars zoomed by on the road; most were probably oblivious to us.
"Oh my God, Adam, you make me feel so good," I whimpered.
"I do?" he grunted. "I make you feel like a good little fuckslut, don't I?"
I worked my hips, rolling back against him as best I could. His cock pounded into me. My cunt made that dirty squelching sound it often does when I'm this hot.
"Yes, sir. I love being your fuckslut. More, please. More," I moaned with heavy breath.
He spanked my tight ass, repeatedly. I never count anymore. I felt my skin jiggle and grow hot under his palm.
I panted and moaned for him, "Use me, use me Adam, however you want. You know I only feel complete when I'm used."
The spanking ceased, my legs were going weak and little beads of sweat popped up all over my forehead. My mouth dropped open when he plowed his cock deep into my cunt and dug it inside. My body shook, he kept his length buried inside me as far as he could and dug against my cervix.
"Tell me my filthy wife wants my cock in her ass," he demanded.
I felt his meaty finger press against my bud and start pushing inside. I gasped and his cock drove into my body.
"Your filthy wife wants your cock in her ass," I repeated back to him, groaning the words.
He pushed another finger inside my ass and hooked them, working me open, still fucking my sloppy cunt. My ass burned, but I didn't care. I was getting everything I wanted.
"Fucking beg me, Madeline, beg me to fuck your whore ass," he grunted, thrusting his heavy cock in and out of my juicy fuck hole.
"Please, Adam. Please fuck my dirty hole. I need your cock in my ass. I want you to tear it open with your thick rod. Oh my God, please give it to me," I spoke so fast I didn't even realize what was coming out of my mouth. All I wanted was for him to be pleased. "Give my little ass the fucking it needs. Give it to me, please. God please, shove your cock in my ass, Adam. Your wife needs it. That's all she needs." I panted, half lying on the car.
My straitjacket had grown a size smaller in the last several minutes; it strained against me with each breath.
My husband fucked me harder than before in several fast strokes, "But your cunt just feels so fucking good," he said between each thrust.
"Please!" I screamed, loud enough to alert the nearby neighborhoods.
He pulled out of my dripping hole, gave both my ass cheeks firm slaps. "You're a lucky bitch," he said. I heard him jerking himself, it sounded wet and sticky.
"Why?" I asked in an exhale.
He spanked me again with his free hand, "'Cause I brought some lube, you don't want your ass torn up, do you?"
"No," I squeaked as he continued spanking me. Adam, he's always thinking ahead.
I felt him push his cockhead against my loosened bud. His hands spread my cheeks open and held me still as he popped inside, past my rim. I let out a deep satisfied growl. My hair was strewn all over my face like a blanket, sticking to my skin with my perspiration.
"Fuck, that's good," my husband groaned.
My anal walls spread apart to fit his girth. Opening up to take him inside. I felt the blissful pressure as he worked me open with his cock, slowly upgrading his speed and force.
"I love it when your cock is in my ass," I moaned, letting my eyes close with satisfaction.
Adam didn't speak back. He was focused. My moans grew into a higher pitch as he fucked me harder and harder, firmer and firmer. It felt like his whole being was behind him as he thrusted into my ass, using it as his fuckhole. I was so happy, so elated. He felt fucking incredible. With every one of his thrusts, I felt his weight behind it, slamming into my helpless anus.
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling my body back against him. I could have been completely limp and he wouldn't have cared. He took from me and I gave it more than willingly. I didn't care about people driving by in the cars, the people who could possibly be watching us, people on their phones with the cops reporting us. None of it mattered. A cloud of bliss hid us. We were together, completely.
My body slammed against the car. My sweaty cheek slid against the paint. My feet were almost lifting off the ground and my thighs crushed against the side of his fancy sports car. I panted and whimpered, tears welled up in my eyes from the force. When something hurts, my eyes tear up; it's not something I can control.
He fucked me rough, deep, forcefully, whatever name you want to give it; it was exactly what I needed. Adam always knew what I needed.
Suddenly he pulled out, grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me down onto my knees, spinning me around on the way. The little gravel rocks hurt my legs. I looked up, my eyes glazed and wide, watching my husband rapidly jerk his cock.
"I want it, I want your cum. Adam, please." I begged him whole-heartedly.
He grunted and pulled my face closer. My mouth dropped open and within a second he shot his sticky load all over my face. It came out in thick ropes. The first one landed diagonally across my nose. I flinched my eyes shut in reaction. His cum was warm against my flesh, coating my cheek and lips; my tongue caught a few lucky drops. He tasted divine. I licked my lips to get all I could. I playfully pouted because I couldn't clean my face to get the rest.
My husband let go of my hair when he stepped back. He looked down at me thoughtfully as he zipped himself back up.
"Thank you," I said softly. My tongue stretched to the side, almost getting another taste from my cheek.
Adam fully smiled for the first time since we left the house, "You're fucking beautiful, Madeline."
I blushed and shied away into my shoulder, all giddy and warm inside, post-fucking bliss.
"Come on, let's get you home," he said.
He came back to me and held onto my forearms, lifting me up. After a bit of a struggle I got back up to my feet on my weakened legs. He helped me back into the car and we drove the rest of the short route home. His cum dried on my face and started itching a little. I didn't complain.
We pulled into our driveway. With Adam's aid, I walked to the front door. The candles in our jack-o-lanterns had burned out and the bowl of candy was completely empty. Who knows how long the candy lasted anyways.
Adam took me to our bedroom and set me down on the bed. Then he knelt down in front of me and unlocked the padlocks of my shoes. He rubbed each foot carefully for several tender moments. He then stood back up and reached behind me. I leaned forward while he undid the buckles holding my arms back.
He didn't have to tell me, I knew from the care he was giving me now that I was perfect tonight. My arms came loose and I winced. My elbows didn't want to unbend and Adam carefully stretched them out for me. He pushed up the sleeves of my jacket and rubbed my strained muscles.
I leaned my forehead against his as he cared for me. Being restrained all night hurt, I had been cramped up for hours now. It hurt, yes, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.
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Authors Note
This story is entered in Literotica's 2010 Halloween Story Contest. If you enjoyed the read, please give me a click on the stars. Comments and feedback are always appreciated.
