Tess Takes Her Ring Off

Tess takes Her Ring Off

Tess takes Her Ring Off

Rich was addicted to Tess, there was no doubt of that in Jack's mind. He could see both the weariness in the ragged thrusts of the hobo into his beloved wife and how his energy and devotion to the act that was slowly twisting from nonconsent into lovemaking before his own stupified expression. That and his cock drilling like its wielder was possessed. It both devastated and froze him into silence that even his cock was dirty, its engorged heft withdrew one moment, the faintest accent of what appeared almost dirt clinging to its bulging veins before a moment later slamming and vanishing into his wife's waiting pink hole, the next withdrawal his cock now greasy from her juices, her sodden femininity turning that filth into a dripping broth. Jack tried not to gag but each thrust forced another pitiful sigh loose from his wife. He was a battering ram smashing to pieces their marital vows.

And Tess despite her fight, revulsion and heart was loving every second of it. Her moans and the loud sucking gasp of her cunt the moment when he dared to pull his cock loose of its glove made no doubt of that. She nearly begged for the brief moment before he plunged back in. It was a fluid lunge and he swore he could almost hear the head of his cock thud against the hull of her womb. Pain reverberated in her voice through each new mousy sigh. A begging, longing pain.

With each vault forward of his cock his balls buoyed and swayed, the enormity of them scared Jack, they looked swollen enough that the seam stitching their two halves in one looked ready to split. Seeing them smack against both the man's taint and her ass he was scared to think how close he was to blowing. That he was simply enjoying his wife but had enough self control to not loosen his load into her made Jack both scared and a bit envious. He never lasted this long and the old man's cock put him too to greater shame, its girth and curve both seemed to test the integrity of her sex and the angle he feared curved so ever upward it hit even her g spot. He could hear the sound of the friction between his outsides and her insides drowned out by the moisture her cunt was producing more and more.

Another sign that he was closer. The sound of her cunt slimy from want and drooling over his cock tinged how he heard the homeless man's own groans, satisfaction like he'd never heard, the conceit and swagger of someone who no matter how deplorable his state of mind and attitude or destitute his life, he had won the genetic lottery and his cock had overcome every obstacle in the way of seducing Jack's wife. He simply..

He lifted his lips from where they suffocated themselves blue on one of her large breasts and pushed his mouth into hers, a long kiss followed. She melted into it.

...deserved her more.

How he cradled her head in his hands through the kiss broke Jack's heart, it was somehow the worst part. It was tenderness, it was possessive, it was horrifically romantic. It was of a man brandishing and cherishing his prize. What he had won. Her. Tess. His wife.

His Tess.

It was in that moment of reclamation a groan pierced their kiss and it began. Jack's heart plummeted as he realized the sound came from some place deeper than his throat and things were in motion. It was the kiss that finally broke him, and Jack could see it now, how as he cradled his wife's head, it was only a soft peck to her lips he delivered but she gave back at his beck and call a long sensuous one, a romantic one. A loving kiss and granting of permission. Of final surrender.

A moment later her hands were on his back, bracing herself and the muscles and blood vessels started to twitch where his scrotum was. A long groan of release as Jack screamed, the moment made worst by the daze Tess was in, staring him in the eye as the man's balls first ballooned and then deflated, with a final push he saw the man empty his cock into his wife's fuck drunk pussy.

Through the dazed staring he could feel the man's goading eyes staring forward. They were somehow looking right at him. He could feel his smirk as the shrill groan traveled from him to Tess. And then the semen erupted, overflowing from the tight bond where his cock vanished into her gripping femininity. It poured down her ass and thighs.

Something deeper in Jack broke the moment he saw the man try to withdraw but Tess held him close, refusing to budge his pouring cock from the sleeve of her sex. She needed to feel him inside her. At the very least for now. It was a gesture Jack was sure was unique to the first time they made love. That feeling of his penis going slowly soft inside her.

But she didn't want Jack's penis though. She needed Rich's cock.

Slowly they laid flat across the floor, him on top of her, the soft snaps of lips smacking as his thick load dribbled out of her, puddling between them in the shag of the carpet.

After a few minutes he climbed off of her and simply walked out of the apartment. He didn't acknowledge nor her Jack's frantic sobs or his curses before he left. Over his barely stifled chokes on the air Jack thought he heard the man mumble something.

It wasn't until minutes later when she finally got up and untied him, the police were called and witness statements were taken and he was told hers didn't match his that he pieced what he'd heard together.

"See you again soon, Tess McBride."

The days were quiet for a time afterward. Tess would do little more than hide in their room and pretend nothing had happened that day. Eventually Jack was able to convince her to go to a clinic to get tested for STDs, everything came back negative but a change came over her afterward. Though he was certain no one else had been to their apartment since the police their bedroom would reek of sex whenever he returned home. Not of coupling bodies but Tess's jittery fingers.

Tess wasn't sure why she did it. Or why her heart raced so, taking ubers from one end of the inner city to the next, her eyes scouring the alleyways, her son sleeping beside her, oblivious. This is what got her blood running hot and it was only getting worse. Her fingers were no longer enough to please what that monster had unleashed in her. And she wanted the monster back.

When the police sketch artist corroborated with Jack to come up with a profile picture of her attacker, she died inside asking a random detective if she could have it. There was a pause, a look in his eyes wondering if she meant to destroy it in an act of catharsis and cleansing but her eyes gave her away immediately. He seemed to contemplate the exchange, and as he did, the knowledge of her intentions shining back to her in his eyes pushed her lower and lower and deeper and deeper into its depravity.

She thought about him knowing as he passed the piece of paper between them while touching herself later. His eyes shifting from stoic professionalism to leering intrigue, his lips curled upward as his hand touched hers. Wetting his lips as he watched her chest heave and tits test the integrity of her cotton tanktop.

"You little slut" his eyes seemed to say and she loved it more than she loved herself.

She thought of that as she straddled a dildo that made her think of him. She rode it until she was almost at the precipice, her brain screaming all that was wrong with her, and there was no end to the list. The list started though with her placing the police sketch of her attacker even with her eyes as she pumped the dildo into her thirsty cunt.

Stopping mid hip thrust she reached to her purse and lifted the card the detective had slipped her with the sketch, with his cell phone number on it. She placed it beside the photo. A man was only a man and that one, Detective Alex Rains could smell slut on her. She had contemplated calling him on many occasions. She knew some new cock would scratch that new itch so well. Better still one that regarded this broken woman as an easy lay and her cunt as a punch bag for dicks. Thats what she felt like while she slipped back down the hard rubber cock and pumped herself until it hurt, until tears came and moans followed. She didn't even care that she was missing her therapy appointment with Jack.

Across town he was crying into his palms about Tess's new pregnancy, and the female doctor was looking to her notepad and the fucked up thing Tess had paid her to say. Her pussy was a loaded sponge of desire when she wrote it and she couldn't believe the woman took a bribe to agree to it. The audacity. But the way it made Tess's insides tingle to imagine her to say it.

"Surely, some part of you has considered given what you described happening and its outcome, this was more than a rape."

The doctor's pen beat the rhythm "taps" to the words on her notepad, a funeral march for Jack's marriage, "that its possible she might love this man and his.. breeding her.. was an act of love her body was consenting to, don't you believe that? Deep down?"

Jack shook his head and broke into a harder fit of sobs.

Back in their apartment, Tess was wracking her brain as the dildo did the same to her pussy trying to push herself past the brink when a knock came at her door. Sweat running from her temples down from her hair she sighed, before regarding the police sketch, she lifted herself from her dildo, giving the illustration of her conqueror a quick peck on the lips, gathered her robe together and headed to the door.

She had just retied her sash when she unlocked and swung the door open.

Rich smiled from the other side, his eyes undressing her even before he knew she was alone. Her heart stopped, and dropped like a poison apple down her throat.

And her smile escaped, its impulsion pulled Rich's hand to her throat, his hands cradled her head by the brainstem and pulled her close, their lips crashed together into a sumptuous kiss. One that broke Tess in a way she had been begging for moments ago. Now, with their mouths together she swooned, forgetting how full and kissable his lips were from their shape and how perfectly they fit against her own. She felt her feet lifted from the ground when he asserted his tongue and it split her kiss in half and tasted her mouth, she twirled her own tongue around his and tasted him.

He tasted just how he smelled, neither pleasant and yet it made her cunt drool. She couldn't explain it. How she had gotten here. To this. The moments so tender and blissful in lovemaking with Jack felt so one-dimensional and cliche now. Like he had planned it that way from their first date. Staged somehow. It made her.. hate him.

She almost wished he was here to see this reunion. To see..

Rich wasted no time betwixt the kiss pushing his hands between the lapels of her robe and letting them roam her naked body. She shivered, nearly pulling away when they found her breasts, his palms greedily scooped them up, absorbing their warmth and heaviness, though her flesh overflowed in his hands. She felt his in a way she could never be Jack's. It was as nullifying as it was unnerving. He mashed and molested her breasts, using them to pull her closer.

"Don't ever pull away again," he smiled before going in for another kiss, this one leaving her faint, her head was swimming.

Then he pulled apart her robe and buried his dirty face in her tits. His tongue lashed at her nipples, groping and gathering her large breasts up as he sucked at them hungrily enough to pull a gasp from her.

"These big tits belong to me now. Now show me what else is mine."

She moved one of his hands to her tummy.

He paused.

"You.. I'm.. pregnant."

His face never softened, the man who had raped her never disappeared. He stood still and merely stared her in the eyes.

"It better be mine."

"It is, " she felt numb yet couldn't hold back tears.

"Then smile, you whore."

Her face refused to budge from the tears. He struck her cheek, her face flared red and she gasped. Rich watched with perverse satisfaction as the slap seemed to reverberate through her nervous system, and as she swayed away from his hand he grabbed her by her hair and her nipples puckered with unexpected desire.

"You like that.. don't you?" he sneered seeing her instant reaction, her body responding like a slut's, it triggered something in her face, some buried truth and he brought his open palm down on her tits and watched her abundant flesh jiggle and buoy from his abuse, it was almost comical to his sadist's eyes.

He struck her face once more and each of her tits. It echoed through her body and made her clit twitch and finally throb. Her insides felt like like a throat constricting to squeeze something that wasn't there. It needed to feel full. To choke. To taste cock.

She reluctantly nodded her head, the motion pulling his palm to her face, sending a long line of tears across her cheek before she lunged up and kissed his lips again.

She felt his mouth twist into a grin against the vice of her lips.

The robe fell away before she noticed herself lifting it. Rich absorbed her curves, how motherhood had shaped her body from the curvy lass Jack had met in college to the bombshell Rich had seduced. He ran his hands against over her pale breasts, they were already starting to swell again, Rich prayed he'd knocked her up, if he had, she was about 9 weeks out, seemed to have been answered. They were the size of nearly cantalopes when he'd raped her, now, when he looked, each made him think of gallon jugs of milk ironically. Minus the handle but still.

The woman should have been a stripper, not some loser's wife. Or a porn star with a specialty in titfucking. He wanted to put the man who put a ring on her through a window or the windshield of a car and splatter him across pavement.

Rich smirked. He'd won. He let his hands sweep a path down her breasts to her ribs, soft flank and the flair of her hips, their swell forming a heart framing her pink femininity. He had to fight the urge to drool. He wanted to park Tess in some truckstop gloryhole, her legs apart and pussy available for every starving man to taste her heavenly sex. He couldn't stop himself from kneeling down and pressing his lips into her pink divut. She cooed when he tasted her.

It was a kiss of love and possession to Tess's weak knees. They trembled and she nearly took a tumble. Swiftly Rich stood and caught her.

"Take me to the room that dickless loser screws you" he said, and she turned without a thought.

As she walked, his words melted her strut into a saunter, her insides felt gooey as he talked trash about Jack. She felt his eyes on her ass and loved it, being sure to make her hips sway with each step she wanted to be taken in her bedroom. On their bed. Her heart raced and mind screamed realizing what she wanted now. It chilled her to the core. She wanted to say no, put up a fight and him take her anyway. She was broken. She wanted to be raped by this vagrant.

She felt him smile behind her as the epiphany took root and spread. He knew it too. She spun back to face him, sad that he wasn't staring straight back at her. The motion made her large breasts buoy and sway with recoil cartoonishly.

Instead his eyes were set on the portrait adorning Jack's side of the bed.

Their wedding. Her and him. Her wedding dress. The smile Jack wore was a challenge to their love. To their bond. The pretension and sincerity of it filled Rich's head with murderous thoughts.

"You still have that dress?" he asked with a depraved sneer.

She couldn't help but smirk back. She was still trying to understand what this was to her. What she was getting from it, was it feeling used by another man? She wasn't sure. She knew what the vagrant was getting out of it. Rich was his name, one she thought was either given to him for his appetites or his cock. Maybe his wealth semen when he came. She had never felt so full than when he last fucked her.

The fact he had bred her that day was still circling her head like a news bulletin in an old movie. Or the wedding band she constantly rolled on her finger when these compulsions came to her.

She wanted to serve this man though. To make him happy, to make him cum and make him go crazy for her like she once did. To feel his eyes, hand and even cum on her body. He was everything she had rejected in men, every guy she had been put off by and tryingto seek her soulmate.

Everything that Jack wasn't. Nice. Handsome. Polite. Respective. Small dick.

She didn't just think that. She rifled through her wardrobe before finding the floral print dress she'd said her vows in. In her hands now it felt weird. Starched into a papery imitation. It was still beautiful to look at though.

She held it against her body expecting to feel some romantic feelings for Jack to return. Instead.. she only felt Jack's eyes. And something he had noticed as she held her modest gown against her body. Her breasts were far too big to fit in it now.

She put it on anyway.

Across town the doctor was hugging Jack. He shook and sobbed, shaking his head.

"No. She was raped."

Dr Forrest felt dead inside hearing that, she had popped a few of her usual pills to feel numb to anything resembling empathy and pushed on, "Tell me about them kissing on the floor afterwards."

"Did you envy him, eliciting that reaction from her. That longing? How'd it feel, hearing her cum?"

"Please stop talking."

"I wouldn't be doing the job you're paying me for if I allowed you to delude yourself with these sexist fantasies, Mr McBride. Tess deserves better. Your wife deserves better. You weren't so hurt then that you couldn't watch. You watched. How did it make you feel.. watching him make your wife cum?"

"I hated it.. ok"

"Because you envied him.. she told me.. how well endowed he was.." she paused, something cruel in her taking hold, "nothing like you."

Jack's face was red, his eyes blooodshot from tears.

The doctor wasn't far from Tess's thoughts when she pulled her gown up her torso and the neckline barely made it halfway up her tits. They bulged overflowing from the top, reducing her once modest wedding gown into a flower print corset fit for a titfuck scene in a Victorian themed porno. She turned slowly toward the vagrant and his smile in all its greed and seediness made her insides throb. He had his pants down and cock in his hand and its size made her regret not doing this sooner.

Moments later she was kneeling down and licking, kissing and rubbing her face slick against its drooling auger. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her again. She caught a glimpse of herself briefly in the sheen of her wedding photo's glass. Her intoxicated daze, her eyes both empty and full of love at the same time, she saw how zapped of energy and self control she was. She didn't recognize herself as she was stroking her face when the tip of his cock, trails of its gooey lipstick all but drawing an R on her face, branding her his whore. His property. She felt devilish yet.. content wasn't a strong enough word.

She was.. in love.

The word flickered through her head and her heart did a little fist bump motion against her sternum. Throbbing. Like his cock as it greased her lips in his mucous.

Her lips parted. His hand delicately but then firmly thumbed her lower lip. She lifted her eyes to his face. A scowl and a headshake before his gaze dipped to below her chin. To the prize. Err prizes.

She tucked her elbows back and bookended her tits between her forearms, pursing and presenting them to his cock. Her prize.

Then she placed his cock between them and he started to thrust. His scowl evaporated into ravenous desire, watching the busty nymph take the place of the woman he'd stalked and defiled. She sandwiched his throbbing member between her pillowy bosoms as he sawed it in and out of her warm flesh, each new lance sending more blood into its length. Every vein seemed to pop and bulge until it felt more like a flashlight sized bicep she was enveloping, and she couldn't be more absorbed in the moment. She could feel herself being swung by pendulum further away from the woman she'd thought herself to be. With each new sway momentum was pulling her faster and further.