Her Punishment for Being Good

OK, so the wife and I have previously and do currently write many of our fantasies out rather well, IMO. Wanted to post one of them here but after reading the rules found we are limited to truth and fact. Whatever!

But while in Vegas this week she gave me a little true story I can tell. Now before you waste your time reading this thinking it’s a 'first time' story it is not. But it’s the closest we have come and the hottest couple of hours I have sweated through in a while.

Now to set this up let me first explain her fantasies are mainly about rough sex, fantasy rape, male domination, or basically being forced to do what deep down she really wants to do. She is submissive, and I am dominant. I also share her fantasies but at a much more perverse or dirty level, shall we say. So after spending the whole day in three different Vegas sex superstore emporiums buying every nasty thing we ever wanted, we somehow ended up discussing fantasy and the fact that we were in Vegas. I also felt it was the right time to again tell her how much I would love to see her act out many of those fantasies. I not only thought it was ok, but would find as much enjoyment in it as she would, and reassured her she could not do anything that would upset me, if she wanted it. Hell I even challenged her to try! It was our last day in Vegas. And remember, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” She later said she would do something naughty tonight when we went out to a nightclub in the Casino we were staying in. I was doubtful, but excited, so let’s skip three hours forward to the nightclub…

We had been dancing and drinking a little and after an hour found ourselves upstairs looking down on the dance floor, people watching and having a great time. She had this shirt on that not only showed ½ her tits, but it split them with a shiny string of silver and diamond strands that caught the light, along with all men’s eye’s from across the room. She was also wearing a pair of skintight black slacks that exposed her g-string if she bent over in the slightest. I told her how hot it would be to sit up here and watch her flirt on the dance floor and tease the men, allowing them to grope her and press their cocks into her as they tried to get her to their room, or better yet, into our room, and out of those pants. She gave me the same look she always did, the “NO” look but before she could speak I placed her hand on my hard cock and looked her in the eye’s and told her again how she had a free pass to do ANYTHING she wanted, and to not even think twice. I assured her if she did anything I was bothered by I would let her know, and again dared her to make me jealous.

“OK”, she said with a smile. Like the Grinch’s heart on x-mas day, my dick grew three sizes in three seconds. “Holy Shit” I thought. But “YES”, she saw the evil look on my face and quickly said, “I am just going to stand there, if someone interesting asks me to dance I will, but no promises.” More than enough for me. Sounded something like, allowing me to put just the head in, the prelude to getting fucked. As she left I told her again to be as sluttish and dirty as possible. “Make me mad”, I joked as she shook her ass down the stairs. The first 20 minutes were rather pathetic. She stood far from the dance floor, bought her own drink, looked at the floor, looked at her phone, or her watch unless she was declining a dance or a drink offer, which she got a lot of.

I had already gone down once and told her she may wanna try being slightly approachable, smile, accepting at least 1 drink or perhaps stand on the dance floor and “DANCE!” She at least made it to the dance floor but was only being approached by “limp dicks” lacking confidence and control of the conversations they attempted. As I could see all the guys watching her, and her turning everyone attempting down, I decided to teach them how to properly approach and command her attention. It was not hard to get, but could not be asked for, it had to be taken.

I danced up to her from across the room and pulled her into me. I held her lower back and as I joked slowly slid my hands down her ass until she was laughing and I was squeezing each cheek tightly. I asked if I could buy her a drink as she still had a ½ a cup in her hand, she declined the same way she did everyone else, by raising her cup to which I took from her hand and without saying a word carried to the bar where I got her another, which I gave her with a cocky smirk. I again slapped her ass and told her she better do something naughty soon to someone soon or else I would have someone do something naughty to her, and then at that point she had no say in how naughty. I walked away and by the time I made it back upstairs and looked down I saw she was already talking and laughing with some young gentleman that wasted little time following my lead.

“What a sneaky prick” I thought. My dick was throbbing with every smile his comments produced. The more she seemed to be actually interested, the more she seemed unaware of my presence and the more I wanted her to forget all her inhibitions and be my slut. She could have dropped to her knee’s and swallowed his wad right there and I would have applauded. She was giddy, talking with her arms and laughing, like a schoolgirl trying to get laid, at everything he said. As they talked, they had to lean into each other due to the music being so loud, and after each comment they leaned back a little less until they were pretty much ear to mouth, shoulder to shoulder, his arm around her waist. I could not take it and had to get closer. So I crept in the shadows until I was at a table right behind them. If she had my mind, we would be in trouble.

Then I almost fucked myself where I stood when I noticed his arm was not around her waist, but on her ass, which he rubbed with each comment. And, to my utter disbelief, she allowed it and even welcomed it. I have never been so hot for her EVER! The minutes seemed like hours as my mind raced with the possibilities and the consequences:

Could I really do this, rather be ok with her physical if not intellectual desire for another man? –YES-

Is the main and most exciting fantasy I have known about to be a “been there done that” and what sick twisted replacement will replace it? –Cheating with permission-

I have to be sure as this is not an easy thing to forget, her fucking and sucking another man because “she wants to” –The more she wants to, the more I want her to-

A year ago I would have been full of rage, jealousy and insecurity at what I saw. I would have yelled and cried out and stopped this. –Jealousy, such a waste of emotion-

I quickly, then slowly, ipped my rum and coke, took a deep breath, examined penis, yep, it was still hard. Perfect, now all I could do was relax and let her do whatever, everything, or somewhere in between but hopefully, it stretches her holes and makes her scream!

As I stroked myself to the thought, I noticed her ass break contact from his hand and wiggle towards the bathroom. I followed thinking, “This is it. She is going to ask, and I’m going to make her beg to take him in her mouth.” I almost left without her, good thing I didn’t. When we met I attacked her, telling her how bad she was, and how I saw her allow his advances and hands. She started to get upset and defensive and I placed her hand on my rock hard dick and again reassured her of my desire for her to continue, telling her I want to see her on her knee’s dodging his explosions.

“Lets go”, she said. “WHAT?” I thought, but said, “OK”. We talked about how hot she was, how hot the whole situation was and how much I wanted her and she shared her details the whole walk to our room. In my excitement, we had forgot to get a lighter which we remembered as we entered the room. I always run the “honey-do” but she stopped me, and insisted on going. “That was odd”, I thought, but never the less, agreed. The whole time she was gone I hoped she would return, not with a lighter, but a cock, 2, 3 or a hell of a story. I was on the edge of my seat as the door opened, in she walked, alone…

I could not help but be mad. How long could someone who “WANTS” what I offered her, hold out and for why? How many times have my fantasies been refused or morphed into hers due to her hang-ups? How many times will I threaten her with punishment and let it slide? Probably a lot, but tonight was not going to be one of them. She was blindfolded and put in a leatherneck tie that had a leather strap that came down the middle of her back with 2 wrist restraints that I tightened around her wrists. I put a ball gag in her mouth and threw her face down on the bed. 4 limbs, 4 corners of the bed, and each were connected, holding her firmly, face down, spread eagle. “I warned you. Now you’re getting fucked my way, by whoever and as many as I want.” I spanked her ass as I threatened her, but we both knew these were not threats. I threw all the toys on the bed between her legs as I silently left the room.

No shoes, shirt unbuttoned, holding my belt less pants as I ran to the elevators. Then I ran across the entire casino back to the club. “He would get to take out his blue balls she left him with when she snuck off”, I thought. I jumped the velvet ropes like OJ {before the bloodlust} and threw open the doors to the club to light that hurt my eyes, and the sound of vacuum cleaners and chairs being stacked. “Shit!!” I then ran all the way back to the main entrance/lobby where cabs picked up and dropped off. I just knew his ass was going to be there and I was going to make all our nights! As I ran to the doors to go outside towards the cabs, he was entering. I found him. But I also found some weak emotion I rarely have. Fear. I tried to talk, but my lips did not move and we passed each other. Walking further in opposing directions. “I only needed a second”, I thought and quickly did a 180 and ran after him shouting, “Sir,” “Sir,” “Do you have a second?”

“Yeah?” he replied, puzzled and frightened look on his face.

“Were you at the club tonight, just a little while ago?”

“No”, he replied.

“NO??”

“No.Why?”

“Were you or not?” I tried to smile and seem friendly, as I was bigger and more intimidating than he was by far.

“Ummm, no. But why? No I was not”, and he turned and quickly speed walked away.

I could only smile, thinking shit like that happens for a reason and chalked it up to him probably seeing me grab her at the bathrooms and quickly leaving, thinking I must be her jealous boyfriend out for vengeance. “What a Maroon!!”

I walked back to the room disappointed, opened the door, grabbed a handful of her hair and as I pulled her ear to my mouth, told her just how close she was to getting tag teamed and used for pleasure by me and another man.

As I slid my dick in her from behind, I told her next time she better do a better job of picking a man, since that’s what I needed to give her the fucking I had planned for her. Not some chicken shit afraid to even admit he was in the building, palming my slut’s ass. I guess she left him there for a reason, she promises to not leave empty handed again, and I will have a backup plan just in case….