by Writing Shark
Your wife is made useful
It’s a typical morning for Hellen Winters as she starts her day between her husband’s muscular legs, gagging and panting as she enjoys the feeling his cock triggers inside her. Her husband rams his piston deep down her greedy throat and Hellen feels the thuds in her throat, echoing through her upper body, as she impales herself on his cock like a fury gone wild.
Hellen works hard to make sure James doesn’t have to exert himself and that her humiliation gives him a pleasant start to the day. He earns the family money while Hellen is allowed to spend it, a privilege hardly any woman appreciates today, and Hellen is always happy to thank the love of her life for spending the energy and letting her manage the results.
Unlike her husband, Hellen is sweaty and her muscles ache. It is hard but rewarding work to be of service to her husband and like every day, her throat will ache for a long time, as will her nipples. James is especially energetic lately, loosening the rule but not making Hellen earn her orgasm and the housewife and mother is especially happy about that.
Hellen Winters knows exactly how pointless it is when she determines her own life and is grateful to James that he takes care of her although he has so much to do with the seduction of his daughter Alice. And yet he takes time for me, she thinks happily to herself while her neck tightens around his piston and works it with her gagging. The air becomes scarce and her whole body tenses while he pleasurably keeps his hands on her head and her face in his lap. He doesn’t have to use much force and only has to push lightly to let her head ride back on his cock. Not yet… He still needs me… a little more… a little deeper… Her lips tremble and her legs spasm while her arms lie weakly at her side. Her vision blurs and Hellen is almost at her limit… but only almost.
Serving her beloved husband is all Hellen Winters lives for, and it fills her with pride that James waits just those extra seconds after panic overtakes her so she can fight it down. He knows his wife so well. A cough flings saliva and precum from her nostrils, there is no room in her throat and Hellen is a little ashamed to have made her husband dirty. In a moment… in a moment I can lick you clean honey… More gagging. James enjoys the moment, has his eyes closed while her own field of vision turns black at the edges. Her legs fall limply and her head sinks powerlessly lower and lower until her nose digs into his skin with the weight of her body.
Then his hands grip hard. Hellen wears her hairstyle in a way so that he can grab a fist full of it. Her head is yanked back and she feels the disappointing emptiness as her husband pulls out of her and air rushes into her lungs, along with the delicious mix of slime, cum and spit. Coughing and gagging, she feels the liquid dripping from her mouth, onto the bedding she has yet to change and her body she still has to get ready for Alice and Gemma, and more importantly, James. Then there is the burning sensation of sore skin that is drowned out by the warm feeling of pride at having felt his skin on the tip of her nose. All these years, the thousands of times, and I’m still happy as a schoolgirl to swallow him. But not yet.
His cum tastes delicious and her tongue meanders through the lake of cum James squirted into her as he pulled out. It’s been his last two shots and yet her mouth is so full her cheeks widen slightly and she makes that strained face he loves about her after sex. Her taste buds fire brutal impulses of pleasure through her brain into her battered body and as always Hellen feels the burning desire for his approval and validation.
“Good girl!” he praises her and gratefully she leans down, carefully holding her hair out of her face with one hand, and with closed lips kisses his smeared glossy, glorious tip. “Swallow and lick me clean” he gives her the first wonderful command of the day and she follows it as a matter of course.
A pleasurable shudder runs through her body, glistening with sweat, then it’s done.
“Good morning my love” she whispers, her throat still sore and blessed. Hesitantly, she crawls next to her husband and cautiously snuggles against him. He hasn’t told her yet how he wants her today but as he puts his arm around her Hellen Winters can relax. “How was it yesterday with your daughter?”
Hellen doesn’t have to play her excitement, which her husband would see through anyway. She knows what it means to be on her own, and no matter what her friends may tell her, Hellen knows that a woman is only complete when she is allowed to stand by the side of a strong man. And even if Grace should tell her otherwise, the mother of Valerie is no example of a successful marriage.
But then every thought is driven from her mind when she sees her husband’s satisfied smile and her heart leaps as he looks at her.
“Alice is in love with me” her husband relays the news and where any other woman would react in horror or anger, Hellen knows what this news means.
“My God honey…” she pulls herself up his imposing body – he’s gotten himself in such good shape, despite her miserable behavior – and snuggles against him, purring contentedly. “This is so wonderful.” If only every woman could be this lucky. But James is just special. And so is Alice. “My little angel. At last she will be happy.”
“She’s still afraid of it,” her husband growls, and briefly Hellen feels anger. How can such a thing be? But girls are stupid and just don’t know what’s good for them. Hellen was, is, just like that. “But the thoughts are there.” a disbelieving snort. “All these years and now it’s all there.”
“What are we going to do? How can I help you?” A sigh of resignation.
“We let things take their course.” James laughs exhilarated and happy when he sees the look on his wife’s face. “Don’t worry, I won’t let Alice choose her own path. She’s already headed where I want her to go. She’ll have to take a few steps on her own, though, so she’ll draw the right conclusions. First she will try to fight it down, then loose, will come to me and then…” Reassured, the wife lays her head on her man’s chest and closes her eyes. His fingers gently glide through her hair where his fist was previously gripped. He is so tender with her.
“You’ll show her the way honey” Hellen sighs, thinking of the future.
“We’ll do that” James says. “You and me.” Hellen lifts her head. “Soon she will come to you.” He smiles devilishly. “Girls trust each other with things like that.” And Hellen returns the smile.
“What do you want me to do?”
Writing Shark 