A Husband's Form of Justice

by Allen Baker

It definitely turned out that having a fling with a married woman was a major mistake. I knew Karen was married right from the beginning because she told me. She was sitting at the end of the bar with that I-need-it-bad attitude written all over her. So I left my table with drink in hand and wandered over to strike up a conversation. It didn't take much small talk at all to find that her sex life at home was far from frequent and that she was on the make to find someone willing to fill in the gaps.

Gerald traveled often for business, and that left Karen with way too much free time with a penchant for a rich fantasy life. That night she had decided it was high time to act on her frustrated desires. And being a red-blooded American male, I was more than willing to slake her thirst.

A half hour later we had left a trail of clothing across the marble tile in the entry, the oriental runner on the stairs, and the wall-to-wall of her guest room. She was spread eagled on the poster bed with me kneeling between her thighs. She panted in animal heat as I rolled a rubber down my prong.

"Hurry, Larry. Oh, please hurry." The huskiness of her voice made it sound like a matter of life and death. I was only too willing to comply with her request.

I leaned forward and guided my latex-clad cock to her oozing slit. She mewled as she felt my tip graze across her lower lips. I teased it around a bit and watched as Karen's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her nails marking the length of my back and biting into my buttocks in an attempt to urge me on. I planted my head at the opening and held perfectly still. She whimpered and bucked her hips a bit, trying to force the entry. I continued to hold back. Finally, what I was waiting on happened. She begged.

"Oh, shit, Larry. Fuck me. Please, fuck me now."

That's what I had wanted to hear. I sensed she had a need to be degraded, to grovel. I was more than happy to force her to it. I took her at her request and lunged full depth in one push. She squeaked as her eyes fluttered and breasts heaved. I didn't give her time to adjust. I plunged right ahead, piston-forcing my way in and out. She had earlier exclaimed over my size. While only slightly more than average, Karen proclaimed me to be double her husband's meager endowment. Poor Gerald. At any rate, I reached places Karen had never before had touched. Her eyes rolled back and croons sounded deep in her throat. Her hands slipped from my back to flutter helplessly on the sheets to our sides. Karen's channel was tight and nearly virginal feeling. It clutched at my rod, milking its length with each in-out motion. It didn't take either of us long reach the peak of our pleasure. Both struggled to prolong the buildup, but succumbed to the inevitable. I shouted and Karen shrieked in our duet of ecstasy.

Months passed and we met whenever Gerald was away on business. I spent many more nights in her bed than he did. And the pleasure for us never wavered, only grew as we expanded our repertoire. I played on her natural submission and dabbled with a bit of bondage. I actually installed some bolts under the bed to attach straps for restraints. The first time she was helpless and blindfolded, I drove her wild with some feathers. She was in just such a situation when our lives changed forever.

I had just manipulated her to a second orgasm and was preparing to tear open a condom when I felt metal in the middle of my back.

"Don't move a muscle, you son of a bitch." Gerald growled the words. Karen gasped and struggled against her restraints. I froze as I realized that it was the barrel of a gun pushing against my spine.

"I've suspected something of this nature for quite a while now. So I just invented another trip and slipped back to observe. I can't believe my eyes."

"Gerald, let me explain ..."

Her cut her off. "Karen, at least keep your mouth shut if you can't close your legs." She gasped at his bluntness.

Gerald stepped back toward the door, and I started breathing again once I no longer felt the end of his gun threatening my back. "Let her loose, Larry."

I was startled that he knew my name. He must have been watching from the hallway for some time. I quietly moved about the bed, carefully doing as he said. When Karen was loose, she tore off the blindfold and started toward him to plead our case. But he turned the gun threateningly on her, and she stopped in mid stride.

Gerald turned back to me and nodded to the bed. "Lie down, Larry." I didn't move until he lowered the gun to aim at my crotch. Once I was on the bed, he gave Karen directions. "Tie him down."

Karen started to object, but the look in his eyes stopped her. Her trembling fingers fumbled over the restraints but finally I was helpless and at his mercy. He then motioned her between my legs. "He did such a good job with his tongue, now it's your turn. Suck on that cock."

She moved to all fours between my knees. Her frightened eyes flicked to mine then down to my cock. It lay in flaccid fright across my thigh. With a shaky hand, she reached out and brought my dick to her lips. Her shock had left her stunned and only half aware of her actions. But her submissive nature took over, and she obeyed him.

"Come on, kid, you can do better than that!" Gerald was losing patience. As an added inducement, he stood behind her and slipped the barrel of his pistol into her still juicy cunt. "You'd better get him to shoot before I do." Gerald laughed as Karen's eyes widened, and she redoubled her efforts.

In spite of the situation, it wasn't long before my penis was long and hard and plunging down her throat. Actually, it was a real turnon to have a guy force his wife to perform oral sex on me. I marveled that he thought this was a punishment.

"Use you teeth on him. He likes it a little rough I think. Chew it a bit."

I had never had it that way, but he was right. It did indeed add sensory stimulus to the event. I began to groan. My nuts began to rise in their sack, and my breath began to go ragged. Then suddenly I called out, "I'm gonna cum."

"Bite his dick head. Go on, do it, Karen. Do it hard."

She was too scared not to. I howled as her teeth clamped down on my most sensitive part. And it triggered my climax. I bucked and moaned and shot my load.

"Bite it harder. Bite if off, and I mean it, Karen. If you don't want this gun to ruin your pussy, bite it off." His voice pushed out between his gritted teeth.

His words hardly registered in my euphoric retreat from reality. But her teeth did. They crunched into my shaft below the head and broke skin. Then, unable to cut directly through, she sawed them back and forth, worrying them deeper and deeper into my shaft.

I bellowed and Gerald chuckled. "That's right, boy. You've just had your last blow job. Go to it, Karen."

She was like a demon possessed. She was entranced with his new-found mastery and with her own abasement. With a mighty effort and yank of her jaws, she separated my cockhead from the shaft. I shrieked in pain and panic.

Gerald laughed. "Suck on that end. Suck on his dick blood." He pushed her head until her nose was planted into my bushy hairs. "Take another bite, love. I won't let you up until you have it all."

I screamed until my throat was raw. And still I made rasping, gurgling sounds deep down. Finally, my prod separated from my crotch. Karen spit it onto my stomach, and Gerald dangled it in my face. "This is the last time, your cock is gonna fuck my wife." He whipped the gun out of her vagina and stuffed the remnants of my manhood in its place.

Then he grabbed my balls and forced her face toward them. "These too, darling. No since leaving these when he's no way to make use of them.

"No! No, please! Don't do it, Karen. Don't make her. Please!" I groveled and pled to no avail. He had no mercy, and in her blood lust, I don't think Karen even heard me. Her mouth closed about my pouch, and she began to chew. Her teeth made short work of my sack. I felt the skin tear and rip. Then there was a crunch as she bit into the tubes that were the last connecting links to my balls. And then they were gone.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you both. But this is more fitting. Larry'll never be able to screw another man's wife. And you, Karen, will have no more interest in him either. I'd call that justice."

And I guess I do, too, now. That was five months ago. Now that I have nothing left of a sex drive, I can no longer think what all the fuss was about. The thought of sex no longer makes me tingle, holds no appeal. So I guess Gerald was right. I guess there was justice in his actions. . . . I guess.