My Wife's Obsession - Paul's Wife Has Been Surfing Porn

"Well, I'll be damned !", Paul thought. "It was Gail !" He stared at the list of dates and sites in their computer's history. The sites needed a subscription and a credit card payment, so it couldn't be the kids; it HAD to be Gail.

It was going to take him a little time to wrap his head around this one. Gail ? His sweet little wife ? Into porn ? And extreme porn, at that ? He couldn't believe it. No, not Gail . . . They'd known each other forever; since high school, anyway. No one who knew her would believe she'd have any interest in this sort of thing. But from what he'd just discovered, she was VERY interested in it. And it looked like she'd been interested for quite awhile now.

She and their 3 kids were visiting her mother for the weekend. What he'd just found out was a bit much to get into over the phone; he'd have to wait until she got home to discuss it. He didn't want to mention anything now - Gale was clever, and there was no point in giving her a head start on making up a plausible answer. Besides, he wanted to see her face when he mentioned all this.

He needed to figure it out . . . Was she bored ? He didn't see how that was even remotely possible - between raising their 3 active kids, keeping the household affairs rolling smoothly, and making jewelry and then selling it on Ebay, he didn't see how boredom could even come into play.

The only thing boring was their sex life. How they both managed to still have orgasms when they had sex with each other was beyond him. Sex with her had gotten so predictable he might as well be jerking himself off. In fact, he'd been doing a lot of that these days.

He returned to one of the websites; clearly one of Gail's favorites. It was obviously a Femme Domme site. A tall, busty raven-haired beauty in a black leather corset and garter belt, black stockings, and shiny black patent leather stilettos beckoned alluringly with her riding crop for him to enter. He obeyed.

In the first photo, a hooded, naked man was kneeling on all fours. An attractive woman named Mistress Martina was sitting on a red plush divan, her long black stockinged legs outstretched, her stillettoed feet resting in the small of his back. To his surprise, Paul felt his penis starting to get a little hard. He considered himself a "normal" guy, and he usually stayed away from websites like this.

He didn't have Gail's password, so he wasn't able to explore the site further. He chose one of many pop-up windows and clicked on it. The computer screen was immediately filled with photos of men who had been tied up and placed in compromising positions. This site offered one night's free entrance. Paul decided to go for it.

He made himself a scotch and water, got comfortable and started reading a short story by someone who called herself Lady Elena. She was married to some guy who seemed to be pretty much of a wimp. He kept doing everything wrong and kept being punished for it. Paul guessed from some of the punishments meted out that the husband was doing these things on purpose, just so he could be punished.

He decided to check out the photo gallery. There were a large number of photographs of bound men being caned and whipped. He couldn't take his eyes off their red asses. It disturbed Paul that his penis was getting so hard. He pulled it out of his pants and started stroking it. The more photos he looked at, the stiffer his dick got. It wasn't long before he was wanking himself hard and felt himself coming.

He couldn't tear himself away from this site, and he couldn't keep his hans off his penis. Later, he yawned and looked at his watch. Damn ! It was 4:00 a.m. already ? ? ? How could that be ? He'd lost track of how many orgasms he'd had that night. He knew he was going to sleep like a baby.

The next morning he called Gail and asked her to leave the kids at her mother's for a few more days and to come home alone. He told her he missed her and needed some time alone with her. She agreed. He had to fight himself to stay away from the computer this morning. He knew once he got started, he'd never be able to stop.

A few hours later, he heard Gail pull into the driveway. He watched from the upstairs window as she got out of the car and walked up the path towards their house. Paul had always been struck with her incredible beauty. To this day, he couldn't believe it was him she'd chosen to marry and spend the rest of her life with. He knew he was a lucky man. She still took his breath away.

She was a little on the tall side, and she was proud of her height. She often wore stillettos and always walked like a goddess. Since around the time of her twelfth birthday, when her breasts and hips had sort of magically appeared out of nowhere, she'd been aware of the strangely seductive power she had over men (and many women).

Her long red hair hung in loose, sexy waves around her porcelain white face. Her large emerald green eyes seemed to see everything. Her breasts weren't overly large, but they were firm and pert. Her nipples were small and the same delicate rose color as her lips. Her waist was small, and her stomach was flat. She was definitely a natural redhead; her bush was like a bright flame against her pale skin. Her legs were incredibly long and shapely; they were every man's dream. When she wrapped those legs around him . . .

She breezed through the door and gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked past him. Just the smell of her made his dick hard. It had always been that way. He watched her ass as she walked down the hall. He called after her to tell her he'd uncorked a bottle of her favorite red wine a little while ago; maybe she'd like to join him in the garden. She said she'd be there in ten minutes. Good. That would give him time to go over the plan in his head one more time.

When she met him in the garden, she'd changed clothes and was wearing a pair of denim cut-offs and a bikini top. Her hair was pinned up off her neck. She was barefoot.

They sat at a table in the back corner of the garden. Gail stretched languidly in the warm sun and smiled. He'd always thought she moved like a cat. He poured the wine and passed her a glass. Then he just jumped in and told her what he'd found. He'd decided not to dance around the subject. He was far too impatient for that. To Paul's great surprise, Gail covered her face and burst into tears, but her sobbing was short-lived. After a couple of minutes, she dried her eyes with the back of her hand, downed her entire glass of wine in one long drink and refilled it. She smiled at him shyly and placed her hand over his and told him she needed to tell him something she'd never told anyone else - not ever. She looked more embarrassed than he'd ever seen her.

She proceded to tell him a story about one night when she'd been a teenager and had been baby-sitting for her younger siblings. She'd always been the inquisitive type, so she'd been snooping around in her parent's bureau, and had come across some magazines in her father's underwear drawer. Never in her life had she seen pictures like the ones she found inside these magazines !

Gorgeous women. Stilletto heels. Sheer black stockings and garter belts. Grown-up men - being turned over a woman's lap and having their naked asses spanked. Their butts were bright red. Some of the men were tied up or handcuffed. Some of them wore black leather hoods that totally hid their faces.

Gail had been fascinated by these images. They were burning themselves into her brain. They were also making her wetter between her legs than she'd ever been. She came almost as soon as she touched herself. She'd been surprised by how gooey her cunt had been when she touched it. Before, she'd always had to lick her fingers to make herself wet.

She had returned the magazines carefully to their hiding place under her father's underwear and went back to her own room. She had never masturbated as much in her entire life as she did that night - giving herself huge, thundering orgasms that had left her weak and shivering - unlike any of the other orgasms she'd experienced so far. For many years after that, she sneaked a peek at these magazines every chance she got. The pictures never lost their ability to make her wet. She only got wetter over time.

And then Gail had begun to cry again. This time with small, wracking sobs. Paul put his arm around her shoulder and tried to comfort her. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arm around her waist. After a few minutes, Gail stood to her full height and shoved him away angrily. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him; her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. The way she was staring at him made him uncomfortable. She reached out and grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled him closer. His face was inches away from hers. Then she shoved him roughly to his knees.

"Who the hell do you think you are ?" she spat down at him. "How DARE you go snooping around after me like that ? Did I give you my permission ? DID I ?"

Paul was stunned. He didn't know what the hell was going on. Gail had never behaved like this. Before he knew what was going on, she'd removed his belt and had wrapped it around his neck like a collar. Then she walked ahead of him to the house, pulling him after her like a dog on a leash. When he balked, she pulled harder, choking him. He was angry, but had no choice except to follow obiedently behind her.

Once they were inside the house she walked over to the couch, jerking him along behind her.  She sat on the very edge and spread her legs far apart, grabbed his head and rudely shoved his face in her crotch. She held his face in place and humped it as she laughed delightedly. Next she grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up. She stood up, placing her heel on the belt to insure that he couldn't get away. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and stepped out of them. She wrapped the belt around her hand and jerked Paul's head closer to her pussy.

"You don't deserve it, but because you're my husband and the father of my children, I'm going to allow you to take my thong off with your teeth. And be careful - don't bite", she hissed at him. But in his nervousness, that's exactly what he did; he nipped her hip.

She pulled her thong off and smacked him in the face - hard - catching him off guard. He fell over, clutching his face in pain. Gail jerked hard on the belt, choking him and pulling him to his knees.

She yanked hard on the belt and told Paul to stand up and pull his jeans and underwear down. So that's what he did. She told him to get on his hands and knees and wait for her to return. He did that, too. She went to their bedroom to get a few of his ties from the closet. She stopped off in the kitchen on the way back to get a wooden spoon from the drawer and a carrot and the butter from the refrigerator. She grabbed some baggies from the kitchen cabinet.

"Crawl over here, Paul, then stand up and bend over my lap. And hurry up !" He did as he was told. "I think You need to learn a few lessons. You get ten swats for biting me. You'll count them. Here's the first."

She swung the wooden spoon through the air and smacked him hard across the butt with it. He flinched and clenched his ass cheeks together. "Ow ! One". Gail was rougher than he expected her to be, By the time they'd reached the tenth stroke, his ass was very warm and pink and hurt considerably more than he'd expected it to - and his penis was on its way to being hard. Gail rubbed his bottom and laughed.

She slid her hand into a baggie and stuck her forefinger into the butter and then shoved the finger in and out of Paul's asshole several times. He bucked, and she pushed her finger deeper and pulled hard on the belt around his neck.

"Stay still ! You'll do what I say - when I say. And no one told you it was ok to move !" She shoved him off her lap onto the floor and picked up one of the ties, which she used to tie his ankes together tightly. She also tied his wrists together. Then she poked the small end of the carrot into the butter and then she shoved it into Paul's asshole. When he flinched again, she shoved her panties into his mouth and finished the gag with another of his ties. Then she continued fucking his ass with the carrot, harder with every stroke. It was obvious she was enjoying herself. She couldn't tell if Paul was enjoying it or not - although by this time, his penis was extremely hard.

She sat on the edge of the couch again and once more spread her legs wide apart. She yanked on the belt and pulled Paul's head over to her cunt and ordered him to service her. He eagerly began using his tongue to fuck her. She removed her bikini top and began rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. She was so turned on, her cunt was positively oozing. Paul stopped for a minute when he sneezed. This made Gail angry. She pulled his face away from her snatch and forced it down on the ground. She ordered him to keep his ass up high in the air. She also ordered him to stay silent. She began swinging the spoon through the air and swatting his butt with the wooden spoon, harder and harder with each blow. She soon lost track of how many swats she had delivered to his warm red ass. Her poor Paul was covered with a fine film of sweat.

Gail yanked on the belt around his neck and ordered her husband to roll over onto his back. His hard dick stood straight up just like a flagpole. She straddled his body and eased herself down on his stiff penis. Gail continued to play with her nipples as she wildly rode his cock, bringing herself to a blindingly good orgasm in no time. Then she laughed and moved herself off his dick. Paul was clearly uncomfortable, having not yet had a chance to cum. Gail picked up the last of Paul's ties and used it to tie his wrists to his ankles. What a sight he was ! She giggled to herself as she walked out of the room and turned the light off. She'd have the rest of the day to figure out what to do with her disrespectful husband. When she got back, he'd be right where she left him . ..

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