I entered the house with two bags, one full of food and the other full of our new toys. I sat the food on the counter.

Marsha was sitting in the living room, “Marsha, please put the food out and take a seat. I will be back in a minute,” I said as I took the other bag to the bedroom. I put the blindfold in my pocket and went back to the kitchen.

I walked in and over to Marsha. I pulled her up from her seat and kissed her hard, holding her tight. She sat back down and saw a bewildered look on her face. I am sure she was shocked at my actions, thinking I hated her for what she did.

I sat down and served the lasagna, chicken parmesan, and spaghetti. I filled the salad bowls and poured an excellent red Chianti wine. We ate and talked about the kids and other family things as if nothing had happened. I could tell that I had Marsha completely confused. She had no idea what I was thinking or planning to do.

We finished eating and drank most of the wine. I topped off our glasses and tossed the dead soldier in the recycle bin. We cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher.  

Now, it was time for the fun to begin. I dried my hands, looking at Marsha, still bewildered by my everyday actions. No mean word was uttered as we talked, and my attitude had been positive since I came home.  

I walked to Marsha, who was leaning against the counter and sipping the last of her wine. I took the glass from her hand and sat it on the counter. Marsha looked at me with sad eyes. I knew she was in pain and distress, not knowing what to do. I pulled her to me and kissed her softly, licking her lips with the tip of my tongue. Her mouth opened, and her tongue wrapped around mine as our passion grew.

Marsha’s hands slipped around my neck, pulling our mouths tight together. I pressed against her, pushing my leg between hers and pressing her back against the counter. The heat of her pussy through our clothes was like a furnace. Her T-shirt-covered bare breasts pressed against me, and her hard nipples bore into my chest. This woman was on fire and needed to fuck.

I wondered if this morning’s fuck with Price was fueling her desire now or if it was just her desire to make up for what she had done. I didn’t care. I just wanted her as hot as I could get her so that when we fucked she would know she never needed to cheat again and that I was the only lover she ever needed.

Marsha pushed me away, gasping for air. She still had a confused look on her face, but there was lust in her eyes. She took my hand and pulled me down the hall to our bedroom. She stopped beside the bed and stripped off her clothes, shorts, and a T. She stood naked, incredibly beautiful, and extremely vulnerable. Marsha cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, moaning as she stretched them longer. She smiled and dropped to her knees.

I looked down at Marsha, knowing what was coming next: an incredible blow job that would hopefully earn her some exceptional brownie points that she desperately needed.  She reached up, unbuttoned my shorts, and zipped them down. My cock was already hard as steel, so it sprang out from its confines and stood straight, pointing at Marsha. She smiled up at me and licked her lips. I knew she was hungry to eat my cock, so I whispered, “Baby, suck it good for me, then I am going to fuck you to death!”

A giant smile appeared as her hand gripped my cock at the base, and she licked my cockhead like a lollipop. She rimmed my crown and teased my pee hole as she gathered my precum on her tongue. Marsha was a superb cocksucker, the best I had ever had. We had learned together how to make my cock enjoy her incredible talent. I knew from the noises Price had made this morning that he had also enjoyed her.

Marsha stroked my cock and sucked my cockhead, teasing me. Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them like ball bearings, lightly squeezing them. She knew how to edge me building my desire to a high level so that when I came, I filled her belly with all the cum I had in my sack. This was her technique designed to make sure that I could fuck her for an hour before I was able to cum again.

Suddenly, Marsha plunged forward, taking all eight-plus inches deep in her throat, then rapidly slid back off my cock, stroking it fast three times and swallowing me again. My cockhead hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed, trapping it there as her tongue teased the sensitive underside. 

The sensation was overwhelming, and my balls tightened in her palm. She squeezed them hard, and my balls disappeared up in me. My whole body erupted in an extraordinary orgasm, and I unloaded a massive cum load down her throat into her belly. She slipped off my cock, gripping me and squeezing me just behind the head. She stroked me with her other hand, trapping any remaining cum, building up the pressure, and making me groan loudly, “Oh Fuck, Baby, you are incredible.”

Just then, Marsha released her grip, and my cock exploded again, shooting several more jets of cum, landing in her open mouth on her wiggling tongue. She stroked me with both hands, milking every last drop. My cock was still hard as steel bobbing in front of me as I saw Marsha sloshing my cum in her mouth, coating the walls and her tongue. I knew what was next. The lovers kiss!

I reached down and pulled Marsha to her feet. I leaned down and kissed her, opening my mouth and letting her tongue deliver her lover's gift, my cum. As I savored the flavor, I pulled her to me, and our passion grew. I moved Marsha around and lowered her to the bed. I stood back, kicked my shorts aside, and stripped off my T-shirt. I looked at my naked wife, who lay with her legs wide apart, inviting me to do anything I wanted to do to her. I thought about what I wanted first, to eat her pussy or fuck her. Either would be a true pleasure.

Marsha was already soaking wet, so no more warmup was needed. She was already on fire. My cock was raging, wanting to feel the heat of the pussy furnace between her legs. I moved her back up on the bed. I kissed up her legs to her hot, wet center. I licked her and slithered my tongue through her flowered lips, nibbling on them. Marsha started to moan and wither, moving her hips as I ate her for a minute, then stopped. 

I moved up, biting her breasts and sucking her nipples. I sucked on each breast just beside her areolas, leaving bright red hickies as a remembrance of tonight that she would see over again for the next few days. I teased each nipple, kissing and biting them. Marsha moaned, lying back, putting her hands over her head, and giving herself to me. I kissed Marsha hard on the mouth. She moaned into my mouth as my hard cock found its home, slipping between her wet swollen lips and finding her hot hole. Her heat was incredible, surrounding me as her pussy swallowed my cock, clamping down on it and holding it tight inside her. Then Marsha’s hips lurched up, taking my cock deeper. I looked down, staring into her flaming eyes. My hips began to slowly piston as I fucked her cheating pussy as hard as I could. I was on a mission to drive any memory of Price’s morning fucking from Marsha’s mind.

I would bear her no mercy. I would fuck Marsha as long and as hard as I could tonight, wearing out her pussy. She would know after tonight that she was mine, and no one would ever see, touch or fuck her pussy but me!

Almost an hour passed, and we had fucked in four positions ending with Marsha on her hands and knees with me standing on the bed, pounding down into her well fucked cunt. She must have cum fifty times and was totally exhausted. But I was not done with her yet. I had put two pillows under her to prop her up so I could pile drive her like this.

The little gummy I had chewed had done its job. My cock was still hard as steel, and I was still not ready to cum. We had never fucked like this before, and Marsha was moaning loudly on every stroke. I watched my cock push deep inside her cunt, seeing her asshole pulse every time Marsha had a little popper or real orgasm.

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed two fingers in. I fingered her a few strokes, wetting my fingers. I pulled them out and pushed my cock back inside her, fucking her a few more strokes. I rimmed her pucker with my cream-covered fingers. It pulsed when I touched it. I wet the crinkle, seeing it open a little as I pressed in the middle of her star.

Marsha moaned deeply, “Oh God, baby, what are you doing?”

Her ass pressed up against my finger, and my long middle finger slipped inside her ass as my cock pushed back into her pussy. Marsh's hips rose, pulling my finger knuckled deep inside her bottom. I slowly began to finger fuck her ass in the opposite rhythm that my cock was fucking her pussy. Stroke after stroke, Marsha moaned louder and louder. Then in a deafening crescendo, Marsha screamed, “Oh Fuck baby, I am cumming so fucking hard.

Marsha’s body shook violently as she convulsed and collapsed on the pillows. She stopped breathing, then took a deep gulp of air and shrieked as she felt my balls explode and my cock deliver a huge cum load, filling her cunt with cum.

I came so hard my balls hurt, and I shook as hard as I could remember. I pulled Marsha off the pillows, and we fell to the side, spooning with my hard cock still inside her.

I held Marsha tight, and she wrapped her arms over mine as we cuddled. My cock finally softened, slipping out, leaving a trail of cum following. Our breathing slowed, and we drifted off to sleep.

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Morning came, and I found myself alone in our bed. The sheets were warm, so Marsha had not been up long. I lay thinking about what I had to do today. It would not be pleasant, but it had to be done, and it would decide if Marsha would remain my wife.

I went to the kitchen and smelled breakfast cooking on the stove. Marsha was wearing a T-shirt only. I could see her bare bottom below the hem. She turned and looked at me; she was so sexy. Her breasts jiggled, and her nipples pointed out in front. She turned back to the stove cooking, so I walked up and wrapped my arms around her. I cupped her firm breasts in my hands and pinched her nipples.

“Ohhh, what are you doing?” she asked as she twisted away, turning toward me. 

I was naked, and my cock was growing hard. I would take Marsha to bed one last time before I imposed her punishment, and now was as good a time as any.

I reached over, moved the frying pan off the burner, and turned off the stove. Then, I pulled Marsha down the hall to our room.

She tried to pull away, asking, “Ray, what are you doing? I was cooking your breakfast.”

As we walked through the door, I picked Marsha up and tossed her on the bed. She landed sprawled out with her T-shirt pushed up above her waist, exposing her sweet pussy to me. I smiled at her and crawled on the bed like a lion after its prey. Marsha slipped up the bed against the headboard.

“Ray, why are you acting this way?” Marsha asked.

I said nothing. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the middle of the bed. Her T-shirt rolled up, lying across her chest above her breasts, almost peeled all the way off. I reached up and quickly pulled it off over her head, leaving her as naked as she was when I caught her after she fucked Price. 

“Ray, stop this; you are scaring me!” She cried out. 

I moved up the bed over Marsha, looking down and seeing my hard cock swinging above her belly. I smiled at her, leaned down, and softly kissed her. She welcomed me, reaching up and pulling my mouth to hers. We kissed, and Marsha moaned as my cock touched her belly.

Marsha quickly melted as she finally figured out what was happening and entered the game. Her hand reached down, gripped my cock, slowly stroking me. This was going to be fun. I knew Marsha would love what I had planned for her for the next hour. The only thing Marsha had no idea about was how all this would end. As much as she loved what would happen now, Marsha would hate the next hour after we were done. But that was not my problem. Marsha created this fucking mess, so it was all on her. I knew my payback was about to start.

It was time to play, a continuation of last night with a few new twists added. I moved back on my knees, my cock sticking straight out. Marsha’s eyes looked down at my cock and then up into mine. She chewed her lips, and she slowly stroked me. I could tell Marsha’s breathing had changed; she was excited. I moved back, my cock slipping from her hand. I kissed down her throat to her breasts. Her nipples were hard, so I teased them with my lips and tongue. My cock waggled across her belly just above her mound, touching her and painting her belly with my leaking precum.

As I caressed her breasts and sucked on her nipples, Marsha began moaning, placing her hand on my head and pushing me down. I knew what she wanted and would soon give her more than she expected.  

I lifted her breasts and licked the soft skin under them, holding them up by her nipples. Marsha moaned loudly as I stretched each nipple, then I let them go, and her breasts slapped back in place against her chest.

Marsha grabbed her breasts and rubbed her nipples, “Ouch, Ray, that was mean!” She scolded.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” I knew I was hurting her, but I felt like it.

I kissed her on the mouth, slid back down, kissed her belly, rimmed her navel, and moved on. Marsha’s belly began to quiver as my fingers teased her inner thighs, opening her legs wider as I moved between them.

I touched her wet pussy, sliding my fingers through her lips, opening them, and playing. I tugged on them, rolled them in my fingers, and teased her hot, wet hole. She was soaked already, so I wet my fingers, then dragged them across her taint and touched her asshole. Marsha’s hips bucked up, and she moaned, “Oh Ray, that is so nasty.”

I looked at her and smiled, “Baby, you have no idea!” 

Marsha’s eyes widened as my fingers played between her cheeks, tapping and rimming her tight pucker. She moaned again, “Oh my, you naughty boy!” Her bottom started to move around like she wanted my fingers to do more. I decided to test her a little.

“Marsha, please close your eyes and keep them closed. I am going to blindfold you. I promise I will not do anything to hurt you, and it will be fun. Are you game to play?” I asked in a sinister tone.

Marsha looked at me with sudden fear in her eyes. She swallowed hard. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” she asked.

“Of course not, baby, I love you. We are just playing, and I am sure you will love all of it.” Reassuring her, knowing Marsha would experience several new things today.

“Ok.” Marsha agreed and closed her eyes.

I reached under the pillow, pulled the blindfold out, and slipped it over her head. Marsha reached up, feeling it as I fit in place. I reached back under the pillow for the small butt plug with a blue stone and a tube of anal lube Sunny had given me.

I sat back and looked at Marsha. She was chewing her lips and playing with her nipples. She was horny as hell now and ready for anything I would do to her. She didn’t know it yet, but this will be the norm whenever I want to play with her. 

I whispered, “Lay back, baby, and enjoy this like I will. I will make sure that you cum many times.”

Marsha shivered and settled back, holding her breasts in her hands and spreading her legs, anticipating what I wanted.  

I moved down and slipped a pillow under her bottom, rolling her hips up. “Hold your legs back and spread them, baby. You are going to love this.” I moved down and covered her pussy with my mouth, slowly teasing her lips with my tongue. I licked and sucked on them, taking them in my mouth and nibbling them.

Marsha started to moan and push her pussy against my mouth. She loved it when I did this to her. It made her cum quickly. I began to fuck her with my tongue as I used brail to lube the plug. I wet my finger as well, and as I ate her pussy I touched her asshole with my fingers, rimming her pucker with lube. 

Marsha moaned loudly. Her hips rolled, and she pulled her legs further open. She cooed as I played with her asshole and ate her. Marsha started to have little popper orgasms, making her body shake, and she moaned with each one. Marsha’s pussy leaked cream on my fingers and down over her ass giving me more natural lube. Once she was lubed up good, I pressed a finger into her ass. Her tight hole opened for me, so I pushed my middle finger knuckle deep. God, her ass was hot. Marsha wiggled as I moved my finger around inside. She released a long, low moan and came harder this time.

I pushed my tongue into Marsha’s pussy, finding her spot again, and flicked it several times. Marsha’s moan turned into a loud whine as she edged closer to a major orgasm. I finger fucked her asshole faster, sliding in and out. Marsha started to whimper and whine, changing frequency as she edged closer. I took her to the brink, then backed off, leaving her hanging, and then I did it again, taking her back to the edge. I wanted her to beg me to make her cum. I knew my assault would be too much for her, and she would have to cum soon enough.

Just as I wanted her to do, Marsha moaned, whined, and began to beg. She was desperate to cum now, so her hand moved to her clit, but I pushed it away, “That clit is mine. Don’t you dare touch it!” I snapped at her.

Marsha begged, talking to me, “Oh God, Ray, you are killing me. Please make me cum. I need it so badly, please, baby, I need it!” 

I smiled. I had Marsha right where I wanted her. I moved up and sucked each nipple as my finger fucked her ass. “Relax now, baby. I am about to take you to sex heaven.”

I moved down again and pushed two fingers in her pussy, fucked her for ten strokes, making her desperation grow louder, making her body shake. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and pushed my fingers into her asshole. Marsha screamed, “Oh Fuck, Ray, what…” Marsha stopped and sucked in air as I pulled my fingers out of her pucker and quickly pushed the blue jeweled butt plug into her ass.   

Marsha screamed, “Oh God!” as the plug stretched her hole and popped in place. “Ray, what the fuck is that?”

I didn’t answer, but I quickly moved between her legs and pushed my hard cock deep into her pussy. Her question turned into a deep moan as I began to fuck her hard with a butt plug in her ass for the first time. It only took five deep strokes, and Marsha exploded, cumming very hard like Ole Faithful, squirting all over me and the bed!  

I ramped up from just plain fucking to a relentless attack on her pussy, pounding her hard, wearing out the pussy she had given to Price. I was preparing her ass for what was coming next. This was the last fuck before the real punishment was doled out.

My assault had the proper effect. Marsha was having a marathon orgasm. One that never stopped. Once Marsha had started cumming, she let it happen, and it went on and on, one orgasm after another. I fucked her through all of them. She collapsed as she started to calm down after her ninth or tenth orgasm.

Marsha was still shaking and cumming when I pulled the butt plug out of her ass and pushed the entire length of my eight inches into her gaping asshole. Marsha screamed, “Oh My God, what did you do? Your cock is in my ass!”

I said nothing but slowly started to fuck her ass. God, her chute was hot and tight like a Chinese Finger Trap. Squeezing my cock tight like she didn’t ever want to let me go.

Marsha made a strange sound, a high shrill that became a low moan. She reached up, pulled off the blindfold, and looked me in the eye. I had never seen this level of lust on her face before. Marsha opened her mouth, but only these odd chirps and whines came out. She was in a place she had never been before. Her body was continually quaking, and her pussy was gushing sweet cream after cumming with nothing in her pussy. 

My cock was buried deep in her ass and was being held there by her tight muscles, not letting me move. Marsha reached up and pulled me down and kissed me with great passion, “Ray, what the fuck? You never have put your cock in my ass before.”

Marsha knew why we had never done this before. It was her fear of the pain. That fear seemed to have gone away now, and ass fucking had been added to the regular menu.

I leaned back and pushed her legs to her shoulders. My cock was buried in her sweet ass, filling her chute for the first time. I now owned her ass forever.

“Relax, Marsha, I am taking your ass. I am going to take you to sexual places you have never been before!” I said, smiling down at her. Seeing lust flaring in her eyes, she was ready. I felt her ass relax, so I slowly pulled out, leaving my cockhead inside. Her muscles squeezed my cockhead, making my balls tingle.

Marsha hissed, sucking air in through her teeth, “Oh Jesus, Ray, do it, baby, fuck the hell out of my ass. OWN IT! I am giving it to you. It is yours forever!” Marsha cooed as I began to slide in and out slowly, feeling her hot tight chute grip my cock.

As I fucked Marsha’s ass, her fingers were fucking her pussy and playing with her clit. We were in a place we had never been to, and it was incredible. I fucked her ass for a good twenty minutes at least before my balls tightened, and I moaned, “Oh Fuck I am Cummmiiinnng!” My cock slammed into her, and my entire length was buried in her ass. My balls exploded, emptying my sack, dumping a large load of cum deep in Marsha’s ass. She clamped down on me and milked my cock, taking all my cum.

As my last shots of hot cum pumped into her, Marsha flew over the edge cumming like gangbusters, shaking and moaning loudly, “Oh God, Yes, cumming so hard!” Her fingers were pounding into her pussy, slapping her clit too. It was our most potent cum ever, I think.

My balls ached from cumming so hard. We were exhausted. I could not have given her even one more stroke. I fell on Marsha, our sweaty bodies pressed together as we rolled off the pillow on our sides, spooning. My cock slipped out of her ass, followed by a trickle of my white cum. We held each other as we basked in the afterglow of Marsha’s first ass fucking. It was spectacular.

Marsha pressed back against me, holding my arms around her, and whispered, “Ray, please forgive me for what I did with Price. I am so sorry that happened and cannot explain any better how it happened. Nothing like that will ever happen again, I swear to you!”

I held Marsha to me and said nothing positive or negative. Our bodies and breathing calmed. I thought of where we were going here. Marsha was indeed feeling remorse and shame. I was feeling love laced with anger. What was coming next was the hardest thing I had ever had to do, and I was not sure how Marsha would react. Regardless of her response, Marsha had to accept my punishment and abide by her new Rules, or this would be the last time we would ever lay together.

I heard Marsha breathing slowly. She was asleep. I slipped my arms from around her and slid off the bed. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I dressed in shorts and a T. I came out and looked at Marsha. She had a little smile on her sleeping face. She was content now, but unfortunately, not for long.

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It was mid-morning, and after our sexcapades, I was hungry. Half-cooked breakfast was on the stove, so I fired up the stove and finished cooking the bacon. I cracked two eggs in the pan and put two slices of toast in the toaster. As I waited, I poured half a glass of vodka and made myself a strong Bloody Mary.

I soaked the celery stalk and ate a bite as I drank my first taste. It tasted good, feeling a slight burn as it slid down my throat. The next few hours were going to be hard on both of us. Yesterday we were all set for a fun weekend with friends and co-workers, but that all turned to pure shit in a matter of minutes. A quick cheating fuck with my wife and her new friend Price fucked up my fabulous life and turned it into pure hell.

The food was cooked, so I sat and ate, thinking of my plans for Marsha. I was not happy about it. I knew the next few months would be very hard on both of us and would determine if our marriage could survive. Marsha’s punishment was my punishment as well, with a few exceptions.

I finished my breakfast and Bloody Mary and went to my office to finish what I needed to do. When Marsha awoke, we would finish this and move on, still married or heading toward divorce. Either way, it was going to be difficult for a while.

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I finished what I needed to print and lay on the sofa for a nap.

I was sleeping lightly when I heard shuffling in the hallway, and the doorknob turned. I lay with my eyes closed and squinted, seeing Marsha standing at the door looking at me. She held her hand over her mouth and softly started to cry. I knew they were tears of love and confusion. I knew Marsha was distraught over what she had done to me and our marriage. I also knew she was terrified of how this would end. Marsha needed to be concerned. She had lost my trust, which would be hard for her to recover.

I opened my eyes, and Marsha saw them open. She gasped and quickly darted out the door and down the hall to the kitchen. I got up and went to the powder room to wash my face. It was time to move on and address the elephant in the room.

I walked into the kitchen. Marsha was looking out the patio door. I poured a drink of JD and sat down at the table. “Marsha, it is time for us to talk about how we move forward. Sit at the table, and I will review the Rules I have developed. Since you caused this mess, it is up to you to accept my Rules so we can move forward, or if not, should we divorce? You must abide by the new Rules from now on to prove yourself to me and earn back my trust again,” I said directly.

I looked at Marsha, who looked shocked, sad, concerned, and somewhat lost. She sat down, and I started.

“Marsha, I hate that we are in this place in our marriage. I thought we were solid, and nothing like this could ever happen, but I am concerned about us now that it has. So, I have some new Rules that you must abide by, and if you do, we will move forward and have a happy life. If you decide that you cannot abide by them, I will have no other choice but to file for divorce. Do you understand?”

Marsha sat dumbfounded, unable to speak, so I waited.

“Marsha, answer me. I need to know you are hearing what I am saying.” I said more forcefully.

Marsha looked at me and nodded her head. Tears began again, but she rubbed them away.

“Marsha, some of these Rules will seem harsh, but they are all necessary for me to feel comfortable that you have learned your lesson, that you will respect me and our marriage from this day forward, and that you will never cheat on me or our family again.

First… I need a separation from you for several months. We will live in the same house, but you will move into the guest suite. You will sleep in that bed, not mine, until I invite you back, and it becomes our bed again. During that period, there will be no sex, no showing of affection, no hugging, no kissing or touching. No intimacy of any type. It is your punishment, but I must endure it as well, feeling what you are feeling all because of your selfish act.

Second… We will attend counseling both individually and together. There is no way we can survive this without professional guidance. So, I have found two counselors to pick from. You make the choice. I pushed a paper with their contact information to her. Call them on Monday and make your decision and make an appointment as soon as possible!

Third… What has happened and what we are going through will not be discussed with anyone, family, or friends. The children will not be told why we are not being ourselves and not sleeping together. It will only be said that we are working through some issues without further explanation. The one exception will be our counselors, who must know everything.

Forth… Marsha, there is one deal breaker. You may never see, talk, or communicate with Price for any reason, including work. You will make these necessary changes to ensure they are taken care of. You will have to deal with explaining this requirement to your boss. The warning received from me should keep his mouth shut, but if not, the beating he will receive will make him sorry he did not heed my message.    

Marsha, you must do several other things to earn your way back into my bed and the family. I have typed out a list so you can read them and be clear on everything. That will hopefully help ensure you will abide by the Rules.”

Marsha looked at me, wondering if what we did last night and this morning meant anything or was a mercy fucking before her punishment was imposed. She asked, “Ray, I know I deserve everything you do to me, but do I have to move out and sleep alone?

“Marsha, this is the complete list of new Rules, including the ones I have told you about.” I pushed a piece of paper across the table to her. You must read and sign the paper confirming that you understand the Rules.

I read off the Rules…

-       You will leave our bedroom and sleep alone in a guest room until I invite you back into my bed.

-       You will attend counseling alone and with me in couples sessions.

-       You will not discuss what happened or what is happening with anyone.

-       You will never talk to your cheating partner Price again, not at work, no texts, no emails, nothing, never, or if you do contact him, I will divorce you the following day.

-       You will give me your whole body, every hole, any time I want it. No excuses!

-       You will be my submissive, bowing to my every wish and responding immediately to my command. 

-       You will have dinner ready every night at 6:00 p.m. without fail.

-       You will have no late work nights without my permission.

-       You will not be allowed to go out on Girls’ Nights.

The final rule will be the most difficult for you. You must wear a chastity belt 24/7 for the next thirty days. Depending on how the thirty days go, I may require you to wear the belt for a more extended period. After the initial period, I may require you to wear the chastity belt any time you leave the house indefinitely.”

Marsha looked at the list of Rules and then at me. She was in shock. She had said nothing as I read the list of her Rules, but as Marsha read and thought about them, it hit her that what she had done hours ago had changed her life, and things were a real mess. Our lives may never be the same again.

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I left Marsha sitting at the table, looking at the pages, and left the room, letting her think.

I walked down the hall and up the stairs to my bedroom. I took Maybell’s bag out of the closet and emptied it on the bed. Some of these toys would have to wait until after I first unlocked Marsha’s chastity belt in a month. There would be no intimacy during the first month, so the new toys would be hidden until Marsha was unlocked.

I know locking Marsha up and treating her this way is very mean, but Marsha must learn that what she did was not a trivial matter, and I will not accept any excuse for her cheating on me. If she does it again or even thinks about cheating, I will divorce her.

I laid the chastity belt and booklet on the bed, put the remaining things back in the bag, and put them in my closet. I was ready to put Marsha in her new undies. I stepped to the door and called Marsha, “Marsha, will you come to my bedroom, please?” 

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The day started with a surprise of incredible sex, but soon after that, it turned unpleasant… very unpleasant!

Well, what did I expect? I had cheated on my husband, and now he was reacting in strange ways. I was confused and not sure what it all meant. When Ray caught Price and me naked after Price had just fucked me good, Ray was furious, and I thought Price was dead. But no, Ray just shot his ass full of rock salt and dragged me home.

I thought I was dead, or at least our marriage was for sure. Ray chastised me and then walked out, leaving me to stew in the mess I had made, not knowing what would happen. Then he came home with Italian food and another bag of unknown things.

We ate dinner and talked like an average couple about family, kids, and other things, but nothing about what I had done. We cleaned up together, and Ray pulled me down the hall, and my God, he fucked me like an animal. No making love, which I understood.

Jesus, Ray was incredible. He blindfolded me and pushed a butt plug in my ass. Then, later, after he fucked Price out of me and I had cum too many times to count, Ray popped out the plug and ravaged my ass fucking it for a half hour. My God, Ray had not fucked me like that since our first time together when he was claiming my pussy as his. I guess he was reclaiming me now after Price's cock had been inside me and left his cum there. We fucked for a long time, exhausting both of us until we fell asleep cuddling together. I was so confused as my eyes closed that I could not sleep well.

I woke up early, threw on a T-shirt, and went to make coffee. I knew Ray would be up soon, so I began making breakfast. As I was frying up the bacon, Ray snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck, and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples. I twisted around in his grasp. “Ray, what are you doing?” He said nothing and kissed my neck just behind my ear, and my pussy was instantly wet.

Ray moved the frying pan, turned off the stove, kissed me hard, and pulled me down the hallway. He picked me up and tossed me on the bed like a caveman, then stripped off my T-shirt. Ray was on me like a bee on honey. Going down on me, then quickly, he began to fuck me hard again like he did last night. There was no lovemaking, just another fantastic hard fucking. I was in heaven again, cumming quickly and often.

We fucked for a couple of hours, taking breaks, and I sucked Ray hard several times before he ravaged my pussy and ass. He filled my as with cum and pushed the butt plug back in place, then fucked my cunt, pounding me. I never knew we could fuck like this. Ray's stamina was incredible, and I came so many times. I do not know how many, but it was more than I had ever cum before. Finally, we collapsed, and both of us were worn out. My pussy and asshole were both sore, and I could not take another stroke.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. I am more confused now than before. Ray should be hating me, but he had just made incredible love to me and fucked Price out of me forever. I will have no memory of Price in my mind. He was a phantom to me now.

I fell asleep next to Ray, hearing him softly snore. I knew Ray had more in store for me, but I had no idea what, so I slept in his arms.   

I woke up, and Ray was not there. I almost panicked. Had he left me?

I got up dressed and went to find Ray. I stopped at his closed office door and quietly opened it. Peeking in, I saw him lying on the sofa, sleeping. He looked so sad. I was not sure if it was guilt that made me feel this way, but I softly cried as I watched him.

Ray must have heard me. I saw his eyes slowly open, looking at me, but he did not move. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I turned and ran down the hall.

I stood looking out the patio glass doors to the beautiful day outside and the well-kept yard where we had raised our children. I wondered if it would still be my yard after today. I was very nervous. Ray was acting strange. I expected he would be upset and very angry with me, but he was not acting like that. He was more attentive and loving to me than he should be.  

I heard Ray enter the kitchen, but I was afraid to move, so I didn’t acknowledge that he was there. I heard him make a drink and sit down. I waited.

Ray told me to sit down and that we had to talk. Things suddenly became much worse. I sat down across from Ray and looked at him. He looked so sad and stressed. I knew it was all my fault and felt ashamed of myself and what I had done to Ray and our family.

Ray began, “Marsha, I hate that we are in this place in our marriage. I thought we were solid, and nothing like this could ever happen, but I am concerned about us now that it has. So, I have some new Rules that you must abide by, and if you do, we will move forward and have a happy life. If you decide that you cannot abide by them, I will have no other choice but to file for divorce. Do you understand?”

Oh God No… Ray said it… DIVORCE!!! No, No, that can’t happen. I will do anything, I screamed inside my head. I tried to protest and beg for forgiveness, but nothing came out. I was shocked and mute for the moment.

I reached out, took Ray's drink, and gulped. I swallowed the burn and looked at him. Tears began to flow, and I tried to speak but was still mute. Ray was demanding confirmation, and I finally nodded my head.  

Ray continued as my head spun. How could I have done what I did and not expect to be caught and expect Ray’s reaction? How stupid I was. I had let Price sweep me away without any resistance, and now I might pay the ultimate price for being so weak and letting this man fuck me! God, how stupid of me.

I was so busy reprimanding myself that I did not hear what Ray said. It was something about new Rules that I had to live by from now on.

When I could focus, Ray was on Rule # three… I could not talk about what had happened and what was happening as we moved forward. That was easy!

Then, Rule # four… I could never communicate with Price again, nowhere, no how, not even at work. How was that going to work? Oh, and I had to make that happen, explaining it to my boss. God, that would be hard to do! If I didn’t, Ray would leave me; here was that word again: DIVORCE!

As I listened, I wondered what the first two rules I had zoned out on were. They had to be more challenging than these two. Just then, Ray pushed a paper over to me with a lengthy list of Rules. I read the first one and balked immediately. Ray wanted a three-month separation. We would live in the house without sleeping together, making love, kissing, or touching. My God… that was harsh. How could we do that? I could not go without sex for three months. I would go crazy. Ray would too!

I realized that Ray was punishing himself as harshly as he was punishing me. I didn’t understand why, but I knew I had to accept these Rules like them or not.  

I read the list and understood that Ray wanted our marriage to work. He still loved me and was willing to suffer along with me until our marriage healed and we could be one again.

When I got to the last Rule, I gasped. Oh My God… Ray was going to lock me in a chastity belt for three months, with only two breaks after each thirty days. Oh God, a chastity belt that was a mean and horrible thing to do to me.  

I looked at Ray as I read through the list again. I had no choice. This is my retribution for letting another man fuck me, thirty minutes of being pleasured by a small dick, and now a chastity belt for me. Not a good trade at all.    

I felt better that Ray did not want to kick me out, so I committed to doing whatever I had to solidify our marriage again. I knew if I didn't, our lives would never be the same again, and we would end up in divorce.  

Ray got up and left the table, leaving me to reread the Rules over again.  

Where was Ray going? He passed his office and went upstairs. Was he going to move my clothes and things into the guest suite?

I sat there thinking about all that had happened in the last twenty-something hours. What a mess I made. It would take a lot of work to undo what I had done. Oh my, our kids, what will they think of me? They will surely figure it out, and then they will hate me.

I dropped my head to my arms on the table and sobbed. I was such a fool!

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Time passed, and I heard Ray call out to me.

“Marsha, will you please come to my room.” He wasted no time; it was already Ray's room, no longer ours.

My fear quotient was very high now. What was going to happen now?

I slowly walked up the stairs and down the hall to Ray's room. It's hard to think that way, but I had to.

I stopped at the door. “Yes, Ray, I am here.”

“Come in and sit on the bed, Marsha,” Ray said.

I walked to the bed and hopped up on the mattress. I looked over and saw the Chastity belt lying there with a couple of other items and a booklet. My heart started to race as I realized that in just a few minutes, my punishment would begin, and I would be locked into the chastity belt for the first time and would be locked into it for the next thirty days.

Putting in the chastity belt will change everything. I will not be able to be naked around anyone. I cannot go to the gym in my regular gym clothes. Going to the bathroom will be completely different. Sitting may be trickier, and I will always feel uncomfortable. Fuck… This is going to suck!   

“Marsha, you earned the right to wear the chastity belt when you fucked Price yesterday. Before when I caught you cheating, I would have never even thought about a chastity belt or any of the Rules I created for you. All of what is happening is of your making. I had nothing to do with it. I am only reacting to your cheating and trying to find a way to satisfy my anger and complete disappointment in you, Marsha.

You were the love of my life until yesterday morning. I would have done anything for you. You were a great role model for our children and our friends. But in a flash in time, one limited sexual act with another man changed all of that.

Now, Marsha, you are a cheater! You will always wear the scarlet letter everywhere you go. It will be invisible to everyone but you and me, but I will see it every time I look at you until you prove that you have earned my trust and total love again.

Starting today, your punishment and all the new rules go into effect. After you are locked into your new clothing, you will move all your clothes and other items into the guest suite and bath. That will be your sleeping quarters until I decide you can return to my room, making it our room again.

I hate that this is happening, but I have no choice. You must pay for your cheating and learn respect for our marriage, me, and the children, who are the silent victims of your betrayal.    

We will learn about the Chastity belt together, and then I will lock you in for the next thirty days. Understood?”

I could see the distress on Marsha’s face. She was sad, and she was afraid of the unknown.

We read through the booklet for the next thirty minutes and studied the Chastity belt. We agreed to put it on one and check it later to ensure it was fitted correctly and not rubbing badly.

“Marsha, take off your clothes and lay on the bed,” I instructed.

I moved on the bed over her and kissed her, slipping my tongue in her mouth and kissing her hard. I held the pussy plug that came with the belt in my hand, and after fingering her pussy and getting her wet, I pushed it inside her. Marsha moaned and spread her legs. I slipped the chastity belt up her legs, raised her hips, slipped the strap over her hips, and fastened it in place. As It went into place, it pressed the pussy plug in place, holding it there.   

Marsha was moaning as I placed the lock through the eye and clicked it closed. She was not locked up until tonight when I would check the fit and remove the pussy plug. The orgasms I will give her will be the last ones she will have for a month and will be pure torture for her.  

As Marsha lay there, I made one change to the punishment. While Marsha was started into tho the belt, she would give me a blow job every other day without any relief for her. I knew this was mean, but I decided to increase her punishment. If she was good with and abided by the rules, she could earn time off, but I was not telling her that yet.

I crawled into the bed with my cell phone and a hard cock. I lay beside Marsha and kissed her, “Suck my cock Marsha.”

She moved down and took my cock in her soft hand, stroking me and sucking on my welling cockhead. Her hand stroked me, and she worked her magic on me. As she sucked me and played with my balls, I picked up my cell and opened the app for the belt pussy plug.

“Oh God, Yes, suck me baby, take all of me in your throat.”

As her mouth took all of me into her throat, I switched on the vibrating pussy plug and held her head down on my cock. Marsha gagged and screamed around my cock as the vibrating plug worked on her pussy.

I let go of Marsha’s head, and she pulled off me, gasping and screaming as her first orgasm hit her. “Oh Fuck, what the hell is that?”

I smiled at her, “It’s a little added feature of the belt. I may use it occasionally if you are good and follow all the Rules.” I cranked the vibrator up, and Marsha went off like a rocket, cumming hard as she rubbed the front of the belt, unable to touch her pussy. It was beautiful torture making her cum over and over, then stopping abruptly!   

“Oh No, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Marsha begged.

“Marsha, finish me, now!” I demanded.

I pulled her head down, and she went to work, hoping I would give her more pleasure, but that was all she was getting today. She would be upset, but this was punishment.

I finally blew my load down Marsha’s throat. It wasn’t the same, though. This was not love. It was a demand, just not the same.

We lay together for the last time for at least a month, but after that, we will see.

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Epilog…

The next thirty days were hard on both of us. I missed her warm body next to mine, and Marsha also did. The kids were uncomfortable and knew something had happened while they were away.

I tried hard not to masturbate but was unsuccessful and began jerking off whenever I felt like it, which was at least every night. I told Marsha I did, and that made her punishment even worse.

Marsha abided by the rules. Price had been reassigned, so they had not communicated, following the Rules.

Marsha was used to the belt by now, which didn’t bother her as much as I thought it would. The hard part was no sex and going to the bathroom. We figured out the second part.

Things were strained but went smoothly enough.

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Marsha picked a marriage counselor, and we began the sessions right away. The group and individual sessions went well, and as we progressed each week, it was clear that we loved each other and that what happened was a spontaneous event. Marsha learned she had a weakness for flirting and needed to focus on not allowing herself to participate. We agreed to complete a twelve-week plan and see if we needed more.

The kids were suspicious of what was happening, but our day-to-day life with them was as normal as possible, with them seeing no intimacy between us. There were questions, but we told them, “Things would be fine. It was just taking time.”  

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As the thirtieth day approached, it was summer, so I arranged for the kids to visit my parents for a week. That gave us a free run of the house and alone time to discuss where things were then.

On the thirtieth day, Marsha had earned a two-week break from the belt. I invited her into my room. She had not set foot inside since the day I fitted the chastity belt on her body.

I watched Marsha stop at the door wearing a sheer gown and the belt. She looked beautiful, like an angel. My heart was full, yet there was sadness as well. I welcomed Marsha in, “Enter, wife, I have missed you.”

Marsha ran to me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me all over my face. The sadness quickly changed to joy and love. I held Marsha tight, kissing her passionately for the first time in a month. Our passion grew as lust overtook both of us. I ripped the gown from Marsha's body and pushed her onto the bed. I fumbled with the key but finally unlocked the belt, sliding it from her body and dropping it to the floor.

I looked at her body; there were deep grooves where the belt had pressed into her skin. I leaned down and kissed each one, soothing it. My hands roamed over her marred body, and I felt bad the belt had marked her.

I moved Marsha into the middle of the bed and crawled over her, looking deep into her flaming eyes. Tears of joy were rolling down her cheeks. For the first time in a month, I heard, “Oh God, Ray, I love you so much. I am so sorry for what I did. I will never cheat on you again. Please love me. I need you to take me now!”

“Marsha, I have prayed this day would cum every night for the past month. God, I love you so much. I forgive you! You are my wife again.”

I lowered my body, feeling our heat and pressing her into the mattress. Marsha spread her legs, welcoming me between them. I had missed her body, so I didn’t hesitate. Sliding my hard cock into Marsha’s very tight pussy. Thirty days made her feel like a virgin again, hot, tight, and very wet.

Slowly I fucked her, knowing I could not hold back. Making love could wait as our animal desire took over, and we fucked hard and fast. I didn’t last long cumming hard, filling her pussy with a massive cum load. Marsha was cumming almost constantly as we fucked. Her legs wrapped around me, and she fucked me as hard as I was fucking her. We were ravenous for each other.

We rested but only briefly. The little gummy I chewed worked well, keeping my fat eight inches plus as hard as a teenager.

We fucked for almost an hour before I came again. After an intense orgasm for both of us, we were exhausted and collapsed together, holding each other tight as if we would slip away if we let go.

We slept briefly, then made slow, passionate love well into the night, rekindling the love we once had. Our orgasms came together, satisfying what we had missed over the last month.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, looking into each other's eyes. There was love there as Marsha closed hers, and I kissed her good night.

I thought a moment in time and a lapse in judgment taught us a lesson.

Never take each other for granted. Love needs nurturing, with lust and devotion. Happiness is earned, so work hard at it every day.

The chastity belt and its accessories went in a box. I may break it out if Marsha acts up again, but it is hidden in the back of the closet for now. I brought out the bag of toys from Mabelle’s. The bedroom would be more exciting now!

Our life was good again. Our kids and we were happy, so the fun part of the rest of our lives began!

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