{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5cc4515b-8a65-42ba-94d9-8da059f15107","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-07T19:35:27.495Z","title":"A Wife's Alter Ego","slug":"a-wifes-alter-ego","shortId":"GWB7lduB","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"This loving wife has a naughty side -- her alter ego Una -- who comes to visit from time to time. Her husband both loves and fears Una, and he will be sore for days after her visit.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"e24e77fc-9b86-4ed6-aace-94e0f684995b","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n“I had an interesting day today,” she said as she picked up his\ndinner plate ","wordCount":2614,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

\n\n

“I had an interesting day today,” she said as she picked up his\ndinner plate with her right hand, “coffee?” The pot in her left hand moved\ntoward the empty cup sitting in front of him.

\n\n

“Yes — please,” he put down the tablet he had been studying, “tell\nme.”

\n\n

She spoke as she poured, “I heard from Una . . . she said she was\nthinking of stopping by soon.”

\n\n

He stiffened in his chair, “Oh!” Now he looked up at her, “May I ask how soon?”

\n\n

She giggled as she pulled the pot back and straightened up. “Soon.” She turned and headed off toward the kitchen and added over\nher shoulder, “She sounded rather serious.”

\n\n

He sat there fretting with his tablet — finally turning it\noff. Una, his mind\ncontemplated her name, she hadn’t visited in a long time now, he took\nhis coffee cup in both hands and brought it up to his mouth, oh god . . . I\nwill be sore for a month. Last time she . . . oh . . . she . . . I don’t even\nlike to think about it.

\n\n

He didn’t notice his wife come back into the room, “She said that\nshe had bought some new toys recently,” she was carrying her own coffee cup and\nspoke as she slid into her chair on the other side of the small table. “She sounded really excited.”

\n\n

“Oh, honey,” he sat his cup back down without taking a sip, “I\ndon’t know. I . . . uh . . ..”

\n\n

“Yes dear?” She\nsmiled a big wide smile.

\n\n

“I know how much you love Una, but . . .ah . . ..”

\n\n

“You love her too,” she cooed, “last visit you got so hard I\nthought you would explode.”

\n\n

“Yes,” he sighed, “but . . . maybe she could be a little less . .\n. a little more . . . ah . . . gentle?”

\n\n

“Oh — I doubt that,” she took a long slurp of her coffee, her eyes\nsparkling as they fixed onto his. \n“It has been a long time since she visited, and she is probably in a real\nmood by now.” She took another\nslurp. “You know how she gets —\nhow sometimes she just, needs things.” She sat the cup down, and her smile\nturned to something more like a gremlin grin.

\n\n

He trembled. Oh\ngod, he thought, I am in real trouble this time. I can see it in her eyes, she wants this\n. . . whatever this is going to be. What toys did she buy this time? He shifted in his seat, suddenly\nneeded to re-arrange his manhood, which had grown exponentially large.

\n\n

“Don’t worry to much though,” her look softened slightly, “she\nloves you, and she knows your limits . . . more or less,” She added as an after\nthought.

\n\n

“But last time,” he whined, “she really violated me . . . it was .\n. . it was — humiliating.”

\n\n

“I know,” she slipped from her chair and made her way around the\ntable, then dropped her arms over his shoulders, her hands moving down his\nchest, then lower still, “But those thoughts are so exciting,” her hands began\nto rub him in a well practiced fashion, “and for tonight just the thoughts will\nbe enough.”

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

“Hi honey,” she took his face in her hands and gently kissed his\nlips.

\n\n

He sat his brief case on the floor, and then took her into his\narms, “What a nice greeting. I\ncould get used to this.”

\n\n

She stepped back, casually removing his arms from around her\nwaist, “Una is here baby . . . and she wants me to get you ready.”

\n\n

His eyes met hers — for just a brief moment, then they dropped,\nand his shoulders slumped, “Oh . . . I . . . ohhhhh.”

\n\n

“Shush baby — it will be alright . . . you’ll see.” She was grinning\na wide ear to ear grin. “I am\nsupposed to get you ready,” she reached out with a finger and lifted his chin,\n“and you are supposed to call me madam — yes madam, no madam . . . got it?”

\n\n

“Yes,” he answered just before her hand slapped him. It was a gentle slap, but a total\nsurprise too. “Ah — I mean — ah,\nyes madam”

\n\n

“Una, of course, is your mistress, but I am your madam mister —\nand don’t you forget it again.” \nHer voice wasn’t nearly as harsh as she wanted it to be, but was rather\njovial instead. “Next time you\nforget I will have to spank your bare butt . . . or swat your manhood.” She\ngiggled. “Now, get naked.”

\n\n

“Here?”

\n\n

She slapped him again, this time it was a little harder.

\n\n

“I mean — do you want me to undress right here . . . madam?”

\n\n

“Yes, and be quick about it — just toss your clothes over there,”\nshe pointed to her right, “onto that chair. Be quick about it — you don’t want to keep Una waiting do\nyou?”

\n\n

While he fumbled with his pants — forgetting to take off his shoes\nfirst — then kind of hopping on one leg all tangled up he pulled at them – she\nturned and walked over to the dinning room table. By the time she came back he had his pants and shoes off and\nwas removing his socks.

\n\n

“Bend over — and pull down your underpants! Quickly!”

\n\n

“What? Ah, I mean,\nwhat are you going to do with that — madam?”

\n\n

“My, my — such a simpleton. \nWhat do you think silly man? \nUna wants you plugged. And\nshe wants me to do it,” She giggled, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry, I have lube right here,”\nshe raised her left hand showing him the small tube of lubricant. “And I already greased this up . . .\nnow bend over and pull your cheeks apart.”

\n\n

“Ohhhhhh,” he began to turn, “can I take off my shirt and tie\nfirst?”

\n\n

“No — bend over — now!”

\n\n

He bent over and grabbed his ankles, but did not pull down his\nunderpants. “You are beginning to\nupset me,” she growled.

\n\n

He reached up and pulled the underpants — jockey shorts — down,\nand then reached back with both hands and separated himself. It was embarrassing . . . humiliating,\nand even though she was his wife, and they were alone in their apartment it was\nstill very degrading. Then he felt\nher fingers and the cool sensation of the lubricant. She took her time, rubbing all around his privet hole\nslowly, then finally pushing her finger into it — gently at first, then with\nmore and more force until it was clear inside. He could here her breathing, and it was a kind of\npanting. She began to finger fuck\nhis hole. This went on for what\nseemed to be a long time, and then she pulled out completely. There was a moment’s pause before he\nfelt the plug touch him back there . . . it didn’t want to go in — she pushed\nit harder. He flinched — then in\nan instant it entered into him completely.

\n\n

“There now,” she sighed, patting his butt softly with her hand,\n“how does that feel?”

\n\n

“Weird,” he started to straighten up.

\n\n

She giggled, and her hand reached around his waist to grab him,\n“Oh! It seems that you do like\nthis after all.” She giggled\nlouder, and began to stroke him.

\n\n

He stood erect now, his mind turning to mush, his thoughts a\njumble. How can I like this? It\n. . . it . . ..

\n\n

“Una will be pleased that you are prepped for her tonight — she\nhas a big new toy that she bought just for you baby.”

\n\n

“Ohhhhh, god,” he sighed, as her giggle turned to a soft laugh.

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

As he opened the bedroom door – naked as\ninstructed – he saw Una laying on the bed waiting for me … her smile wide and\nwicked, her eyes sparkling. “It has been awhile,” she\npurred, “and I need to mount you baby.”

\n\n

She was laying casually on one arm, legs\nopen, wearing a pair of open toed high heel shoes . . . and . . . a huge (or so\nit looked to him anyway) strap-on dildo fastened securely to her waist. As he stared at it blankly – trying to\nreconcile the conflicting emotions that he was feeling – she giggled. “It’s a new one baby. I just bought it and can’t wait to see\nit fit nicely inside you.”

\n\n

He swallowed hard – her voice was so\nenticing – it dripped with desire and lust. She went on, “You know how much I like violating you – how\nmuch it turns me on – how much I need to do it every so often . . . its like .\n. . like a wonderful sense of ownership – a power that sends shivers all\nthrough me . . . oh yes, baby – I like to violate you.”

\n\n

He dropped his head – it was so embarrassing\n. . . his manhood was stiff as a post, and he was slipping into the role of an\nobject – not a man, or even a person any longer, but rather something to be\nused, and abused, and possessed, and . . . yes – violated. How could he like this? But he did – and she knew that he\ndid. Not as much as she liked it\nmaybe, but not a lot less either.

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

“There now – there now . . . just relax –\nthat’s the head . . . it just entered you . . . more soon, but let that open\nyou up.” She was purring now –\ntotally in control, and loving every moment of it – the power, the sensations\nof doing such a wonderfully nasty thing to her man. “A little more now – there . . . no, don’t tighten up . . .\njust relax . . . ahhhhh yes – about half way now, baby. How does it feel?”

\n\n

“Ahhh – it kind of hurts.”

\n\n

“Oh – poor baby.” She shoved it in a little farther, “are\nyou my man-bitch? Huh? Say it – say, I am your man-bitch and I\nlike you to fuck me. Say it!”

\n\n

“I don’t want to . . . Ahhh . . .” She\nshoved it in all the way, and with a sudden thrust, “Okay – okay . . . I am\nyour man-bitch.”

\n\n

“And you like it – say it . . . I want to\nhear you say that you like Una fucking your sweet tight little ass . . . say\nit!”

\n\n

“I . . . I like it . . . I like Una\nfucking me,” he mumbled that last part as he fell forward onto the pillow,\nburying his face in it but keeping his butt up so that she could continue using\nhim.

\n\n

“And Una loves fucking you too, baby . .\n. she really does.” Now she\nstarted to go in and out – slowly, gently – feeling the subtle sensations of\nthe dildo rubbing softly on her clit – and the tingle in her nipples. “It looks sooooo nasty . . . you should\nsee it – it is so nice to see it go in and out . . . here, lets put a bit more\nlube on it.” She paused the motion\nfor a moment as she dropped some lubricant onto the half exposed shaft, rubbed\nit all around, then rubbed some on his now stretched hole, then she gently\nshoved it all the way in again. He\ngroaned softly into the pillow – a groan that sent a shiver up her and caused her\nto giggle involuntarily. Oh yes, she was thinking, I do love this . . . now for the best part.

\n\n

Her thrusts began to increase in speed\nand intensity – the sensations in her clit were getting serious now, and the\nwhole situation was causing her to approach her first climax. She would have several before she quit,\nbut the first was always special – it was the one that set the stage, set the\ntone – she was in charge tonight, and she was going to use him hard. Other nights it was he who would use\nher – but not tonight – tonight he was her man-bitch, her sex slave, her toy,\nher object of desire and she was going to make the most of it.

\n\n

As her climax built she reached around\nunder him to his chest and began to pinch his nipples – gently at first . . .\nplaying with them – her thrusts causing him to shudder as she began to pound\nhim harder and harder . . .and then, just as the first orgasm began to sweep\ninto her she pinched his nipples hard – pinched them and twisted them – hurt\nthem – hurt them and made her own sensations even more intense – he was, after\nall, her man-bitch – her toy – and she was using him, violating him . . . and\nthen – “I’m coming bitch! I’m\ncoming in your ass – bitch!” She\nlet go of his nipples, straightened up – thrusting hard now – jamming him –\nwanting it to go as deep as she could make it go – and she smacked his\nass. Now the shudders of her\norgasm shook her and she kept the dildo deep, rubbing herself against his butt\n– and she felt complete – whole, and oh so powerful – a true goddess claiming\nwhat was rightfully hers.

\n\n

* * *

\n\n

He lay there on his back breathing\ndeeply. She was still playing with\nhis cum, rubbing in on his stomach with her finger – and every so often putting\nthat finger into his mouth . . . each time giggling as she did so. “Sometime soon I think I am going to\nmake you eat some of this for me,” she said with a purely wicked grin on her\nface, “wouldn’t that be fun?”

\n\n

She had pounded him for what seemed like\nhours, and he was very, very sore – his butt hole burning and a sense of\nhumiliating exhilaration confusing his mind. His own orgasm (which she had finally allowed him to have)\nwas subdued and was itself embarrassing since she had only let him use her hand\nand watched as his cum spurted onto his own stomach, and now she was enjoying\nthe final moments of her domination. \n“I love you bitch,” she purred as she leaned over and kissed him, her\nhand slipping down to encase his balls . . . and squeeze them gently. He knew that she liked to hold his\nballs in her hand – liked it even in normal times . . . there was something in\ndoing that which she seemed to enjoy – like maybe something she had imagined as\na little girl and always wanted to be able to do. But whatever it was, she did it often, and she always smiled\nas she did so. “Do you feel used?”

\n\n

“Yes . . . very much.”

\n\n

“Good – that makes it even better. And you feel fully violated?” She continued to hold his balls, gently\nbut firmly.

\n\n

“Yes . . . very much.

\n\n

“Good,” she repeated, letting go of his\nballs and flopping back onto the pillow, “Every woman wants to feel like this\nsometimes. Powerful, and in\ncontrol.”

\n\n

“How many times did you cum?” He asked.

\n\n

She giggled and looked over at him, “I\ndon’t know – I lost count. When I\nsee that big cock in your tinny little asshole like that it just drives me\ncrazy and I just want to keep doing it to you over and over. I know that you are getting sore, and\nthat it isn’t all that much fun for you, but I can’t help myself . . . I do\nlove it . . . sometimes.” She\npaused, shifted her look back to the ceiling and sighed, “But not all the time\n– sometimes I like being violated too, you know.”

\n\n

“Yeah, I do. I love that Una comes to visit once in a while, but would\nnot want her to stay for to long . . . my butt would never hold up,” he added\nwith a smile.

\n\n

She glanced over at me, her eyes\nsparkling, “Well then, she should do you one more time tonight . . . don’t you\nthink? Roll over.”

\n\n

“Oh god!” he groaned, “I won’t be able to\nwalk.”

\n\n

“Oh – don’t be such a pussy,” She giggled\nhard, “Or – maybe that is what you are tonight huh? My man-bitch pussy?” \nShe giggled hard again . . . and he rolled over again.

\n\n

It was going to be a long night.

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