Twisted Spouse! (Jack Stalker and Murvoen)

[Jack Stalker]

Twisted Spouse!​

Unlike other men in his high flying business world where he was the Vice C.E.O, Chris Baxter was a happily married man, happily married to Kate Baxter, one of the hottest looking women he had ever seen. Hot with a twisted streak as long as his own. A fast courtship driven by chemistry and hot fucking had led to a marriage that carried on supplying all the sex he could ever want. His wife was as driven as he was and jealous as hell! She showed up unannounced everywhere, seeing infidelity where there was none, pouncing on anything she might see as taking his interest away from her. Sometimes she confronted him with accusations that he had been cheating, sometimes she tried to seduce him at awkward times, sometimes she dressed like a slut to see if she could get a rise out of him in front of his employees, boss or co workers. How could he be cheating on her when such adulterous urges were driven by lust, when she had the most lust inducing body he had ever laid eyes on. Kate was pure sex, wrapped in a shroud of jealous emotion which fuelled her actions. Actions which always led to one thing, him punishing her transgressions with hard violent sex that left her in no doubt that it was her flesh which had his attention, her body which commanded his devotion, her tight cunt that strangled orgasms from his throbbing manhood. Hers and hers alone.

She had crossed the line a few times, but that simply led to him fucking her even harder. She seemed to get off on it and so did he, to the point where he almost looked forward to teasing her, pushing her, goading her with his actions until she snapped and gave them both what they wanted. An excuse. It was a fun game, a fun way to live, yet he wanted more, never grew tired of her body, her moans, her sweat, the way she would bend and yield to his brutal assaults on her flesh as he demonstrated to her that he was only really interested in one body, hers. The risks, the danger, the pain, the punishment, it all served to fuel his desire even more. No, he was not going to end up one of those men who had a fuck doll on the side, who stayed late at the office to fuck his secretary, who was secretly screwing the maid or eventually a baby sitter. No, with a wife like her, he was going to be busy for years to come and that was the way he wanted it. The way he wanted her.

That Friday morning he had blown out of the house early after giving her a kiss goodbye, no time for any of the usual fooling around... he had an insatiable appetite and once he got going, well, he could easily have worked on her until after lunch and that was way too much time to spend today of all days. He had left his schedule on his home laptop screen, such was his rush to get started. It was going to be a pretty simple day. The morning was filled with several interviews to get him a new secretary. He had already checked the applicants social media links and was planning to hire Chloe Morgan. Chloe was a hot, fit, young and eager blonde. She was ambitious and ready to do anything to get ahead... and he knew Kate would hate her, hate the thought of her on sight. At least he hoped that would be the case. He knew it would turn him on to see Chloe get slapped by his wife, just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It made him hard to think of Kate berating other women or men, then being hard fucked and at his mercy as he punished her for her actions.

Of course there were plenty of other opportunities to see her today. He had lunch with Ms Nicole Goldman out of the office, an attractive red head who was keen to invest in his progressive advertizing company. He knew she would raise Kate's hackles, even though Ms Goldman was happily married to some cuck who worshipped her feet. After lunch there was an afternoon presentation in the boardroom, helmed by himself. His new secretary would be there by then, as well as Ms Goldman and several others. When that was finished he would pick up his car from the parking garage, after some late work in his office and stop off at a bar on the way home. He often called in there to pick up a favourite wine and to talk with the barman, an old friend who had left the company to take up running the place. Eventually he would be back home, ready to lick off the weekend with Kate... yet somehow he knew that things would not be so simple, that somewhere along the way his schedule would be interrupted, disrupted, altered by his wife... and part of him looked forward to it, looked forward to showing her that he wasn't some beta cuck who could be bullied or pushed around or embarrassed by his wife, that her jealous episodes had consequences that had to be taken out on her flesh.

It wasn't a question of if, it was a question of when she would show up... and where.

 

[Murvoen]

Kate Baxter had always been a jealous woman. She was possessive of her man, and wasn't one to let go easily. In the past it had cost her numerous relationships with men who couldn't handle her fits of envy or the stalkerish behavior she engaged in to ensure her partner was faithful. Psycho. Crazy bitch. She'd heard it all. But finally she'd found her ideal match in her husband Chris. He didn't cave to her behavior. In fact, he seemed to understand it. That she needed to act out and provoke him. To make him bend her over and fuck her like she was the only fucking woman he ever wanted. Punish her for her behavior, and remind her that she belonged to him just as much as, if not more than, he belonged to her.

As she applied a careful coat of lipstick to her lips she let her mind wander to just a few days ago. They had been out to dinner, and when his eyes lingered just a fraction of a second too long on their waitress's rear she had exploded. It was quite the scene she caused, and they'd nearly been thrown out. However it was what came after, first in the car in that parking lot, then later at home, that made her cunt grow slick. He'd punished her well for that one. Given her the kind of fucking that left her breathless and feeling like she was only there for him to use. She hummed in soft pleasure at the memory, capping the lipstick and setting it aside. Kate didn't always try to up the ante. Didn't want to burn out or become too predictable. But what she had planned for today would no doubt top the little dinner debacle.

Kate knew his schedule everyday. Who he had lunches and meetings with. Who he interviewed. And the board meeting today provided the perfect stage not only make it clear to his new secretary that he was a taken man, and to remind Goldman of her place at the bottom, but to flaunt herself to Chris and the rest of the men he worked with. The dress, if it could be called that, required a careful balance between keeping her petite breasts covered up top while not exposing her slit below. Gladiator heels with the straps winding up her calves drew attention to how short the dress was, and a simple pendant necklace drew attention to the fact it barely covered anything above either. She kept her makeup simple, not wanting to distract from her risque outfit, but her well manicured nails were as black as the sin she loved to commit. A final check in the mirror and she waa grabbing her keys to leave.

She arrived in the middle of his meeting just as she planned. With her were two coffees as she planned to make the intrusion seem innocent enough. Why wouldn't a good wife bring her darling husband something nice during his workday? Holding the drink tray in one hand she let herself in, a falsely sweet smile on her face.

"Knock, knock," she chimed happily, nit csring if she cut Chris or some other man off, "I know it's a bad time but I just thought you could use a little something."

She took her time walking down the length of the boardroom table. There was a purposeful sway to her hips as she walked that she knew would draw attention. As she neared what had to be the new secretary, she pulled Chris's drink out of the tray and unbalanced it. The way it fell on the poor young woman's head looked accidental, but it had been carefully orchestrated to get the woman out of the room, and perhaps even the office for the day.

"Oh, clumsy me. I'm so sorry. Good thing there's nothing expensive here, hm?"

Kate's backhanded apology had the intended effect as the young woman quietly excused herself and rushed from the room as Kate continued towards Chris. Upon reaching him she perched on the edge of the table in such a way only he could see the flash of her glistening slit as she crossed her legs and set down his coffee. Her heart was pounding at the thought of what she was about to do next. Already this would have annoyed him, but he hadn't bothered to give her any attention this morning. So annoyed wasn't good enough.

"So, is that what you want to fuck now?", she asked, calmly examining her nails, "Little blondes with not a single brain cell in their heads?" Her palm slammed down on the table as she leaned closer, eyes narrowing as her voice became a loud hiss so the whole room could still hear. "Is that why you left so quickly this morning Chris? Is that why you fucking hired her? Is it?" She grabbed his face now, pulling it closer to give his lower lip a sharp bite. "I hope she was worth it you prick. Because you won't get anything from me."

Releasing him she rose gracefully and stormed out. Beneath her dress her nipples had hardened in anticipation, and there was rhe faintest tremor in her hands. Before the entire board she had called him a cheater. Accused him of only hiring that poor girl because he wanted to fuck her. Then had the gall to try and deny him her body. Kate didn't go to the car. She made a beeline for his office wondering if she'd even have the time to get there. Would he reach her at the elevator? Or drag her into one of the bathrooms? Or would she reach his office just to be bent over the desk or slammed against the door? As she strode towards the elevator doors she resisted the urge to look back. It wasn't as much fun if she ruined the surprise for herself.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Chris arrived early and set the scene for the interviews, conducting them alone but with the added security of a hidden camera in his office, just in case. It wasn't unusual for the Vice C.E.O to be interviewing applicants for his own secretarial position, and things went smoothly. He almost felt sorry for the women who came before Chloe, but when he saw her he knew he had chosen correctly. A little flirting, a little innuendo, some basic questions about ambition and drive, and she as on the books as his new assistant. She was a tight bodied, short blonde just into her twenties, with a wicked smile and hair kissing the bottom of her shoulder blades. He knew, personally, three men on the floor below who would have fucked her raw before she even left their offices on such a day. To him she was just a tool, a piece of flesh whose purpose was to infuriate the woman he loved, to provide an excuse to give her the hard fucking he knew she craved, he knew she could take... would take to satisfy the man she had married. He smiled a polite smile, offered a polite handshake, gave her a polite tour with just the right amount of flirtatious commentary... but in reality all he was thinking about was how she could aid his marital games, how she could be used and then discarded. Chloe's only real purpose was to antagonise and then be fired or let go, as per the fine print in the contract she had so eagerly signed without reading.

The others? They were simply set on their way. After which he had gone to lunch to discuss a few things with Ms Goldman. A woman in her forties, like his wife, her red hair and long legs were often the envy of other women. He could have cared less. He buttered her up for her investments and her money, manipulating her client status to pour funds into the company, as well as provide another target for his wife to vent her anger upon. It amused him no end, but in the end it was just another working lunch, leaving him somewhat disappointed. Still, since it appeared that the day was going to be one of those where his wife behaved herself, he intended to do some actual work at the board meeting, calling in a few more faces to attend then he would have normally. There was no point in wasting the time he had scheduled, he might as well use it and his wifes games could wait for another day, perhaps the following Monday would have her in the mood to start the week fresh with her antics. He would find a way to make her pay for her absence, no doubt about it. leaving him hard in anticipation was crime enough.

Halfway through the meeting he was in the midst of swishing about a long thick cane, pointing to charts and diagrams which flashed up on the screen behind him as those gathered paid attention and took notes. Ms Goldman was present of course, talking with her own people, while his new assistant was taking things in her stride. Both wore skirts which crept up their legs to reveal swathes of calf and thigh, both wore dramatic heels and sported accessories which caught the eye. Yet both were in the class of being business like, not whorish. Eye catching while still acceptable and formal. They were outfits which showed off their legs, but not too much, not enough to be called 'rape me' dresses or 'fuck me' heels... although they certainly attracted the avid attention of the men in the room, who viewed them both with a mixture of jealousy, envy and predatory hunger. Well, at least until the door opened and Kate walked in, his wife, dressed to fuck and looking like a million dollar version of the most expensive whore to ever set foot in the building.

Just the way he liked it.

She cut off Ms Goldman in mid question, the slightly older woman peering over designer glasses as his wife slid into the room sporting a couple of cups on a tray. He barely noticed, and brazenly raped her from head to toe with his gaze, while at the same time giving a frown. Now was not a good time, the company could lose an expensive contract if Ms Goldman was sufficiently annoyed. Kate should have been there earlier, annoying him while he tried to hire Chloe... not disrupting this meeting. Still, given that all eyes were on her he continued to fuck her with his eyes, she still had the figure he'd married her with... in fact if anything she had grown hotter and more beautiful each year. There was no one here to challenge her looks, so he imagined that it was only the threat of finding someone more depraved which fuelled her unfounded but entertaining bouts of jealousy. He seemed distracted by her sway, and h was, until a sudden shriek and flurry of activity exploded from Chloe as her white business suit was raped to destruction by the coffee which cascaded onto her from the misaligned cup. It was as jarring as it was shocking, yet somewhere deep inside he felt a sharp jolt of satisfaction. His cock stiffening within his pants as quickly as Chloe had jumped to her feet. She quietened quickly, rushing from the room, as Chris called after her. "I'm so sorry Chloe! Kate can be so clumsy at times, can't you Kate?" he quipped, then paused as she sat down next to him, crossing her legs. Her dress was already obscenely short but if that wasn't enough it appeared that she was pantyless, her gleaming slit catching is eye for a moment as he forced himself to look away and back to the her face, then the gathered visitors. "You'd best apologise to Chloe again on the way out, the least we can do is offer to have her suit cleaned." he instructed her, before turning to the others. "Apologies for the..." he never got to finish as she launched into a tirade which left him riled and fuming. The games were one thing... but this crazed outburst was overwhelming!

"What the... I'm sorry about this, please, I think this is a perfect opportunity to take a short break." he growled, barely maintaining is composure as he watched Kate storm out, her ass cheeks almost squeezing into view beneath the hem of her little nothing of a garment as she departed. "The refreshments are begging to be tucked into, I just need to sort things out with my wife and get my assistant back in here. Again, please forgive this momentary interruption..." he finished with a frown, eyes shifting from dumbstruck face to dumbstruck face, though surprisingly Ms Goldman's expression was more sympathetic than anything, consoling, understanding... it triggered something in Chris' mind to take note of. "Will make a good subject to make my wife even more jealous." though right now he was walking casually out of the room. "I'll have someone come in to clean that up." he nodded towards the splattered coffee as he headed out, leaving those present began to mutter between themselves and tuck into the sandwiches. He was hard as fuck as he left, raging with annoyance and fury. He caught up to her a He growled through his teeth as he slapped the call button, then as impatience grew at it's absence he dragged on her arm and wrestled her through a nearby door into the ladies bathroom.

The plush, executive suite style, bathrooms were immaculately clean with gold and silver attachments to the basins lining the counter and floor to ceiling doors which led to the stalls. At the far end there was a gasp as Chloe looked up, standing there in a ruined blouse, scrubbing at a stained jacket, red trails on her legs where the hot coffee had run down her legs to ruin both heels and skirt. "Mr Baxter... sir I..." she started, but her words caught in her mouth as Chris span Kate around to slam her against the counter, wrestling both of her wrists into the small of her back he pinned her in place. "I do apologise for my wife's behaviour Miss Morgan. Chloe. You have to understand she gets this way quite often when she isn't attended to... this time, however she's gone too far, haven't you Kate. You could have fucking ruined an important deal in there." he held her wrists with one hand, the other sliding down her back, over the firm taut swell of her perfect ass to the hem of her dress. His fingers scratched ta the back of her thighs as he wrenched it up to expose her naked ass, her cunt lips still glistening from her earlier display. "You come to work, dressed like a fucking whore in a rape me dress and fuck me gladiator slave girl heels.. and you have the audacity to both insult me and ruin my business... not to mention dirty up my new secretary... and you think you can just walk away?" he stared at Kate in the mirror she was shoved close to, kicking her ankles apart as he did so, his hand smoothing its way over each of her ass cheeks in turn, before he slid his fingers down her ass crack, teasing the tips against the folds of her soaking cunt.

SLAP! his palm clashed against first one buttock, SLAP!, then the other. "What are you doing.. I... Mr Baxter... you..." started Chloe. "Shut up if you want to keep your job Miss Morgan, close your mouth, stand there and accept my wife's apology." he hissed, as Chloe backed away like a frightened mouse against the wall behind her, clutching her jacket to her chest as Chris began to rhythmically SLAP! Kate's ass. "Tell her you're sorry for throwing coffee on her Kate." SLAP! "Tell her that you know I'm not interested in fucking my own secretary, because I have you at home, because I'm fucking married to a jealous little whore who likes to dress like a slut and be punished like one." SLAP! He growled, sliding his fingers down to tease through the crease of her cunt after each SLAP! "Tell Chloe how you want to fuck me, to prove to me that I don't need another woman, just you." SLAP! "Tell her you are so sorry for what you did, you'll do anything to make up for it." SLAP! "Tell her or I will punish you further... and you won't like it." he let the a sliver of a grin smear across his lips as he looked at Kate's reflection, his eyes burning into hers before he turned to look at Chloe. "You want to keep your job, don't you Miss Morgan? I know how ambitious you are... you had best stand there, keep silent and accept my wifes heartfelt apology when it comes." he told her, receiving a wide eyed dumbfounded nod of acceptance. Chloe had sucked so much cock to get to where she was right now... she wasn't going to let this little incident stop her...

 

[Murvoen]

She'd ignored his earlier words and pleas for some sanity, and as she heard his footsteps closing in Kate knew she was about to pay. That growl behind her as he called for the elevator sent a delicious shiver of fear down her spine. Maybe she had gone a touch too far. Then again it was always best when she went a touch too far. His grip on her arm when the elevator stopped was harsh.

"Ow, that hurts Chris." Her tone was whiny like a petulant child. It did indeed hurt, but they both knew the complaint was only there to prod him further. Entering the bathroom she locked eyes with that little blonde tramp still trying to remove coffee stains from her outfit. Kate didn't get to admire her handiwork long though as Chris wasted no time pinning her to the hard countertop. She huffed as the unyielding surface struck her stomach hard, but wasn't stunned enough to fight her husband when he went for her wrists. He'd given her an audience, and his whorish wife loved to perform. She attempted to bat his hands away and wriggled against him as though to get away. But every roll and shift of her hips was meant to press and grind against the hard bulge in his slacks.

"Oh was that important?" she asked with mock surprise, "And considering you just walked away this morning, I most certainly thought I could walk off. I didn't think you'd care." She pressed back hungrily as the tips if his fingers teased her, but he didn't let her take them any deeper. Anticipation was tight in her belly. This was a position she knew all too well. Bent over, ass exposed, legs spread. All the same she flinched and yelped as the first strike of his palm landed on her toned cheek. Every strike made her cunt wetter even as whines and whimpers of pain dropped from her lips. Her head nodded eagerly in agreement with everything he said, and she couldn't help but watch Chloe's shocked expression in the mirror. Knowing the blonde was seeing her degraded only added to it all. By the time he finished his order, specifying all the points she should emphasize in her apology, tears had begun to make ugly black streaks of mascara down her cheeks and her cunt was hungrily drooling for more than just his fingers.

"I'm so sorry Miss Morgan," she said finally, tears and lust both coloring her voice, "He's right. I'm just a jealous little whore who can't help herself. I'm sorry I ruined that lovely outfit. I really should know that I'm everything he needs by now ... A perfect slut who loves to be punished and humiliated." Her hips rolled and pressed back against Chris's groin, staining his pants with her wetness. "But you have no idea how badly I want him. How much I ache for his cock. I can't go for long without it ... It makes me crazy if he doesn't fuck me. Like an addict who needs a fix really. I'd do anything for it too. I'd crawl on my belly like a worm from the front door of this building to his office if meant just a taste of my husband's cock." She paused then, and in the mirror Chris would see the wheels turning in her head. Did she want to risk a punishment she might not like? The silence stretched out before she decided no. Not today. "And I will do absolutely anything to make it up to you Miss Morgan."

 

[Jack Stalker]

Chris was so fucking hard as he slapped his wife's ass, debasing her, humiliating her in front of the hot little blonde she found so intimidating and irritating. His hand slapped into her firm taut flesh over and over again, heating it up, leaving fading red palm prints across her buttocks as he spanked her in a steady pattern. His fingers slid through her slick folds in between each resounding spank, his digits soaking themselves with the fluids which wept from her tight cunt. The liquid sin added to the stark sharp slaps which were delivered to her ass, as he pushed against her and forced her against the counter. His grasp on her wrists helped to push her forwards, grinding her groin against the edge of it, forcing her clit to squash into it as he stood up close behind her. His eyes roamed about her bare naked ass, as it lay exposed to his ravenous gaze and he indulged himself in turning her ass just the right shade of red that he liked. She wriggled and squirmed against him, prompting him to hold her even tighter, to intensify his grasp on her as he abused her ass. The sound of the SLAPS! filling and echoing through the bathroom as he relished the feel of her writhing against his rapidly hardening cock as it nudged against her ass.

"Of course I care about how my wife presents herself. I'll tell them that you're medication had you half losing your mind or something, it'll be easy to believe. After all I only hired Chloe there this morning, and you think I'm fucking her already?" he shook his head, sinking a finger deep into her cunt, while twisting his hand, bring his thumb to rest against her anus, teasing the rim of her impossibly tight hole, before returning to the rhythm of spanks and fingering. He began to spend a little more time drilling two of his fingers into her cunt, until the SLAPS! grew less and the fingering deepened, his digits rolling and twirling through her tight cunt until they drew forth trickles of her girlish fluids to streak the insides of her thighs. The shift in attention brought only the faintest of gasps from Chloe, who moved to the door. "Make sure we aren't disturbed will you Miss Morgan, while I discipline this bitch I married." he growled in her direction. Receiving only a nod fraught with shock and compliance.

"You came here dressed like a fucking slave girl whore... strutting through my boardroom like you fucking owned it... insulting my clients, abusing my secretary." he snarled, leaning over her, licking the back of her spine as he grasped tight on her wrists. "You think you can get away with that, just because you are my wife? I need to make an example of you. I need to show you that no one gets away with that sort of thing." he growled into her ear. He grew harder as her mascara began to destroy her cheeks, running down her face, his throbbing erection pushing hard against her through his pants. "Look at you, you dirty little bitch! You came here, flashing your cunt, dressed like a slut, I know what you want, what you hope to get..." he began pumping his fingers back and forth, sawing them in and out of her cunt. A wet sucking sloppy sound echoing in the bathroom as he did so. He paused as she began to apologize, frowning as the words left her lips. He waited until she was done, then turned to Chloe. "Wait outside and make sure we are not disturbed, Miss Morgan. I need to speak to my wife." he instructed the girl. "A bonus in your pay, paid for by my wife, will of course reflect this situation come the end of the month." he informed her in a stern tone. She scurried outside, closing the door behind her.

"I'm disappointed in you Kate. You caved in so quickly. Gave in so easily. Perhaps you are becoming weak? An obedient slut who is no longer of any use to me?" he growled, releasing her wrists he stepped back, the familiar sound of metal tearing apart from metal echoing in the room as he unzipped himself and hauled out his cock. He grasped it, moving forwards to stroke the head up and down her slit before driving it forwards and burying it in a single thrust, balls deep in her gash. A loud long drawn out moan spilling from his lips as he sank into her. "Or perhaps you are genuinely sorry for possibly ruining my business deal? Ms Goldman out there was quite shocked... I imagine that you will need to apologise to her as well. You will, won't you Kate? Because I know what you want." he groaned, drawing back until the head of his fat cock was stretching apart the lips of her cunt, before driving it back into her in another deep hard single stroke. His fat girth squeezing her open as his slick cock shaft vanished into her still teenage tight cunt. He began to fuck her, slowly, surely, the pace increasing as he slid his hands around to tug violently at her dress, dragging it down to expose her tits as his fingers and thumbs sought out her nipples. "You dressed like a whore for a reason Kate, with your dripping cunt soaking your thighs. Every man in that room turned his attention away from Chloe and Nicole, to rape you with their gaze. You came here to get fucked, like the insatiable little whore you are... fucked hard by your husband." he hissed, squeezing at her nipples, tugging on them as he built up a frantic rhythm in her cunt, his cock sawing in and out of her, his thrusts pinning her to the counter and mashing her clit into it as he began to hammer his cock deeper and harder into her yielding flesh. His groin smashed against her ass cheeks, her reddened buttocks quivering from the sharp steady impacts as he fucked into her.

He gasped, abandoning her tits he moved his hands to her hips, nails scratching across her flesh as he grabbed hold and began to pull her onto his thrusts. "Your actions can't go unpunished.. they can't. You went too far... too far... UUuhhHHH!" he pulled out, stepping back he grabbed at his cock and gave it some hard feverish strokes, jerking frantically for a few moments until he stiffened and spasmed. His jolting and jerking body shook as he orgasmed. His bucking and twitching cock sent long strings of thick cum spurting over her, slashing ropes of ejaculate across her ass. Several erratic strands slopped against the back of her thighs as he came hard. Groans of ecstasy filling the room as his intense orgasm lay strands of hot cum across her flesh, until globs of it were left dangling from her cunt lips. He knew he had pulled out before she could possibly get off, knew her too well. "You think I'd give you an orgasm for that apology?" he gasped out. He leaned over her, his fat cock wedged into the crack of her ass, still weeping gobs of hot cum onto her skin as he licked at her ear. "I can't reward you for that, now can I? It wouldn't be right." he whispered. Whether he meant to deny her pleasure for apologizing, or for behaving the way she had in the first place, it was hard to say.

"I need to finish the meeting. Wait in my office, I'll have Miss Morgan escort you there." he told her, leaving an access card on the counter. "And I've given things some thought Kate. If you really want to be fucked, if you really want me to think better of you than I think Of Miss Morgan... then I'm going to need to hear that you have insulted her properly, berated her, told her what you really think of her. I want to have her come crying to me, complaining about my cold, rude, ruthless wife... because then I'd have to punish you far harder than this. Punish you properly. Punish you like you want to be fucking punished. Fucked hard and made to scream like a whore." he finished, straightening himself up and preparing to depart. "You think you are the single twisted spouse in this relationship? Think again."

 

[Murvoen]

He was angry. She could feel it rolling off him as he pressed her against that counter and assaulted her insides with his fingers. The counter ground against her clit with a delicious sharpness as he made her ass a deeper shade of red. Her hips wiggled against his fingers as she chased the ever tightening curl of pleasure, but he knew just the right amount of sting to give each swat to keep her on the edge. Kate hardly cared about the poor girl forced to watch the display. Of course, she didn't miss the look on his face when she apologized ... Perhaps she had miscalculated in that decision. The door shut, and her thoughts were proven right.

"Oh please," she quipped, the sharpness of the response softened by a moan as he teased her dripping cunt, "You know my obedience is only ever temporary." Anything else she might have said was forgotten as he drove into her. His thick length splitting her wide like she hadn't taken him hundreds of times before. Her head tipped back as she gasped at the fullness, relishing it. As he pulled back sher arched for him, a silent plea not to leave her empty. One he quickly answered.

"You know me too well," her voice was a groan as he pinched her hard nipples, "But why should I apologize to her when you're already deep inside me. Fucking me in the bathroom like common slut? Besides, I might have saved that meeting. All those men will want to know how they can be like you. A powerful man ... With a cock loving ... Whore of a wife!" Towards the end he began to fuck her harder, forcing her words to be punctuated by moans and gasps. Well manicured nails scrabbled against the smooth countertop looking for something to anchor herself with as he fucked her properly now. Her hips rocked what little they could against the countertop to further grind her trapped clit and add to her mounting pleasure. Kate was close. His name was a chant dripping from those wicked lips as his nails scored her skin. Each pull against him was another push closer until ...

He pulled out. She gave a low, long groan of frustration as her cunt was left wanting, and the promise of climax an unfulfilled ache inside her. "Dammit," she hissed, thumping a fist against the countertop as he painted her thighs. Of course he'd do this. Leave her wanting. That thick cock between her ass cheeks was nothing more than a cruel taunt now. What sent shivers down her spine though were the instructions he gave her. The chance to earn what was so coldly denied to her just now. Kate met his gaze in the mirror, her lips curling into a predatory grin. There was no need to respond as he fixed himself in preparation to return to his meeting.

"So I can see," she purred, rising from the countertop, "Be careful what you wish for though my dear husband." Kate reached back with a finger to swipe some his cum off her thigh and slipped it into her mouth for a taste of him. "You may need a new secretary by the time I'm finished." Adjusting her dress she began to tidy herself up, cleaning up the mascara from her cheeks, and combing her fingers through her hair. Picking up the access card she made her way out, pausing only to blow him a kiss as she breezed through the door. Miss Morgan was waiting outside, doing as she'd been told by making sure the Baxters had their privacy.

"Walk with me." Kate gave the girl no chance to deny as she looped an arm around her waist and took her along. Though her face was a cool mask of indifference she was practically salivating inside as she comsidered what would be waiting for her after she tore this little bitch a new one. All she needed was the right place to do it. Her eyes checked camera positions until she found just the right spot in the corner of the hallway. It would be Chloe's word against hers here. Unseen by security the poor girl would have no way of proving what was about to happen.

Leading her that way, Kate shoved her hard against the wall once they were clear kf the cameras' sights. Before the startled young woman could ask what was happening, Kate had her pinned at the shoulders, their faces only inches apart.

"Don't fucking say a word," she hissed, her voice low and for Chloe's ears only, "I don't care what was said in that fucking bathroom. I have my eyes on you. I will be watching every call you make to him. Every word of every text you send. Because I can see how you like at him you little slut. You want to fuck him if you haven't already. Want to take him away. Well I won't let you." She grabbed Chloe's jaw, nails pricking her skin ever so slightly. "I won't let some two cent whore, with a three dollar haircut, and a fucking thrift store outfit steal my husband. Want to know how I know you found this in some trashy bargain bin?"

Her free hand grabbed the collar of her blouse and gave it a sharp tug downwards, snapping buttons and tearing the fabric. Kate grabbed a little white piece of thread from the tear that had been hardly noticeable before and held it up. "Because you altered it poorly you fucking moron. It doesn't fit you right, and the seams are fucked up. You can't even pretend to belong in this building properly. What makes you think you could ever really have my husband? Maybe you should just quit now before you further embarass yourself."

Kate released her roughly, and gave the now speechless young woman a smile that was more like a baring of her teeth. "And if you don't, I will make your life a living hell. Now get out of my sight and forget that fucking bonus my husband promised. You don't get paid for being fucking spineless." She let Chloe scurry off first, relishing in the way she covered her mouth to stifle any sobs and the half run she broke into when she thought Kate could no longer see her.

It was done. No doubt Chris would find the little whore crying in the restroom or the break room. He'd recognize her handiwork even if security footage couldn't prove it. Feeling satisfied she made her way to his office to wait for him, and the punishment she believed she had earned here.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Chris could feel his wifes cunt dripping off his cock as he headed back to the office, still feel her tight pussy clinging to his cock, her cunt lips stroking along his shaft as he had abused her from behind in the toilets, as good as fucking her in front of his new assistant, but not quite. He still got off on it, still got hard thinking about her, still craved her flesh like she was some teenager he had gotten his hands on for the first time. By the time he entered the office though he had regained his composure and managed to guide those assembled through the rest of the presentation with consummate ease and the air of a professional, one who could keep his cool and bounce back after being subjected to unexpected stress. He arranged to meet Ms Goldman at a later date to iron out a few details, a necessary get together which he was sure his wife would understand the need for, while at the same time suspecting it would drive her crazy, drive her to do who knew what? The thought brought a smile to his face and a twitch to his cock as it stayed semi hard in his pants throughout the meeting and its aftermath. He would have liked to make Chloe watch while he fucked Kate, maybe he would next time... or watch while he forced Kate to punish her, or whoever might have replaced her by then.

Had she saved the meeting with her presence? Who knew? Sure, the men there wanted to fuck her rather than their wives, but usually that simply meant they sought out whores and women trying to claw their way up the company promotion ladder. He pitied them, they could never get a woman as hot as his wife, never experience what he experienced, though they also did not have to contend with her insane jealousy. The grin on her face when he had left her? She was insane, a cock loving whore who would do whatever it took to ensure that her husbands cock was hers and stayed that way. It was something he loved, as long as her wild whorish jealousy did not cause too much damage to his company or his position, he was still only the Vice C.E.O after all. Only two things kept him sane as the meeting went on towards its conclusion, one was flirting with Ms Goldman in front of everyone, without them even being aware of his behaviour or actions. The brushes of his fingers against hers, the way his words carried his breath to her ear as he moved around the table in the dimmed light, droning on about the images and charts which crawled across the screen. That was simply fuel for future rages from Kate. The second thing was the expression he expected to see on Chloe's face. Both things kept him hard and primed for what was to come, though with any luck Nicole figured that bulge in his pants was for her. The more he squeezed her onto the hook, the juicier the pay off in her investments would be.

The meeting ended and he ran into the secretarial manager almost immediately, as the rest of the attendees made their exits. he pulled things back, avoiding any negative response from the C.E.O, but the manager had a different tale for him... apparently Miss Morgan had quit! With little in the way of an explanation, not that one was needed after gossip of his wifes appearance at the meeting had bled through the staff. Still, it wasn't like it was the first time it had happened, or something similar at least... his last three aides had all walked away, though this one was higher profile than the rest. "Set up another series of interviews for next week, same day." he told the man with a grin, before heading to his office. Walking in he spotted Kate immediately walking straight over to her there was no foreplay, no talking, no acknowledgement until he slapped her face, leaving a red sting on her cheek, a resounding echo of the blow echoing about the room as he grabbed her roughly and son her around. Fisting his left hand in her hair he slammed her face down on his desk, sweeping her left to right, sending various items scattering to the floor on either side as he used her to clear it. At the same time he shoved her forwards, compressing her groin into the edge of the black and chrome desk. His entire office was decked out in the same scheme, black and silver, his desk in front of a panoramic curved window that gave a view of the city below... but the only view he was interested in was his wifes flesh.

"You cost me another assistant, that's three in three weeks Kate. It's got to stop, your jealous fits are getting out of hand... what's it going to take eh? What's it going to take to make you stop?" he growled, stripping off his tie he bound her wrists into the small of her back, then stood back to admire his handiwork, kicking her ankles apart and shoving her dress up about her waist. Her reddish ass cheeks still sporting the marks left by his recent spanking in the bathrooms. He grunted, reaching around her to strip down the dress, exposing her tits, leaving them mashed into the desktop as he turned the garment into a thin strip about her midsection. His rough manhandling left a few scratches on her shoulders, down her shoulder blades, on her ass as he unzipped himself and spat on her crack. He watched his spittle trail down the crease to juice up her cunt... just as his cock head pushed up against the folds and splayed them wide, his exposed cock fat and bulging as the pre cum glistening head squeezed an inch into her cunt. "You've gotten off lightly for too long. My own fucking wife acting like a mad whore? I should have fucking raped you in the boardroom when you spilled coffee on Chloe, pinned you down and disciplined you with cock. Not a man in there would have complained." he leaned over her, driving his cock deep into her cunt with a single thrust. "How many of them do you think would have just started jerking off while i fucked you? All of them? Or do you think some would have left? No one would have helped, that's a fact." he groaned, pushing deep into her until he hilted himself, then drawing his cock back until it popped out of her cunt, strings of clear fluid connecting the head to her gash as he paused.

"Restraining myself then was merciful... but in the bathroom? I should have raped you in front of Chloe, made her watch while I fucked some sense into you. Maybe I should do that next time you interrupt me at an interview or wait to mess up a meeting? My own god damn wife a trouble making jealous whore.. you really test my patience Kate... ahhh fuck..." he groaned louder, sinking his cock back into her tight cunt. ploughing into her and beginning to shear his cock through her narrow tract. He pounded into hoer now, merciless, relentless, gasping and hissing as he started to fuck her fast and hard. The desk groaned and creaked along with his unrelenting thrusting, sliding out of place a little as he hammered his cock into her yielding cunny with a vengeance. His hands controlled her hair and her waist as he slapped his balls against her with each thrust, stroke after stroke sliding into her as he ransacked her flesh. "Fuuuuck... so good." he gasped, struggling to force the words from his lips as he fucked her. he wasn't sure that the tie wrapped about her wrists would hold, but didn't care, both hands clasping at her hips, pulling her back and forth on the desk, dragging her into his thirst, then pulling and pushing her off and onto his raging erection as he stood motionless, using her body to fuck his cock as he remained as still as a statue made of iron.

"This game of yours... it's costing me too much. I've a good mind to take Ms Goldman for an apologetic drink after work, at the usual bar... HHhNNGHH! Send you home to make me something to eat when I'm done... like a good wife should be doing..." he grunted, teeth grinding, clenching as his cock burrowed into Kate's sucking snatch. he leaned closer, pushing her down, sucking on her earlobe, hot breath in her ear. "But you aren't a good wife, are you Kate.. you're a trouble making little whore, aren't you?" he started thrusting into her again, each stroke forcing her clit to compress against the desk as his massive fuck tool stretched out her innards and battled into her tiny hole. "You come here... GGAGGH... dressed like a slave... maybe you should be treated like one... AAUUNNGH!" he hissed and moaned, driven wild by her flesh, descending into a wild primal bout of fucking as he defiled her on his desk. "You should make it so that I never think of anyone else but you when I'm in here... any ideas?" he asked, amusement in his tone, barely registering as he continued to fuck her without pause.