“Get away from me Max.”
I walked back into the house slamming the door behind me. I should have been freezing, but my boiling blood wouldn’t allow it. Five fucking days, I hadn’t even been gone a week and she had a tattoo. I ducked into the hallway bathroom and locked the door.
I slowly counted down from ten, taking a deep breath between each count. I couldn’t face Nicole right now; my need to dominate was so fresh and so raw. My dick had complete control right now, and Nicole was just too soft for what I needed. Staring back at me in the mirror was the monster I had created over the past few years. With bloodshot eyes and flaring nostrils, the heat hovered in the air just above my head.
I needed Olly.
My fist clinched involuntarily stopping me from slamming them into the mirror my wife bought just a week ago. I didn’t like this feeling. It wasn’t something I could just shut off, nor was it something I was proud of.
I turned on the cold water splashing my face twice with it. When I looked into the mirror again nothing had changed. The monster glared back at me.
“Max, Is everything okay?”
I jumped at the sound of Nicole’s on the other side of the door.
“I’m fine.” I snapped.
I jumped again as her hand slammed hard against the door.
“Stop yelling at me, I am SICK of it!” She yelled then I heard her feet head down the hallway. Her rebellious behavior made my skin tingle. I jerked the door open and followed.
“Nicole.” I called out between my teeth. I kept my voice even, out of fear of scaring Sara. “Come here right now.”
I walked into the living room to see that she had cleaned up and placed my gift from Olly in my recliner.
“Nicole!” I shouted.
My head jerked when I heard a noise in the kitchen. She was in the middle of putting away all the food she had cooked for our Christmas with Olly, completely ignoring my entrance.
She continued to ignore me, slamming cabinet doors, throwing silverware loudly into the sink. The beast in me pounded his fist against his chest demanding she obey, but I only stood there in the door way fighting against him.
“Look. At. Me. NICOLE.” I was trying so hard to be the husband she knew, but I was just a ticking time bomb.
She slammed one last cabinet and turned to me.
“Or what?!” She tossed her hands in the air.
“Are you going to yell at me some more? Or maybe insult me like you did poor Olly?!”
I went to answer her and she interrupted me.
“No thank you Max. Three days of the shit was enough.” And with that she turned her back to me again.
I don’t even remember closing the short distance between us, but I did and before I knew it she was trapped between my cock and the kitchen sink.
I stared at the back of her exposed neck. Tick… tick…tick….
“Where’s Sara?” I was practically growling.
“Get away from me Max.”
I leaned into her a little harder. Tick… tick…tick…. “Nicole, please don’t fuck with me.”
Her entire body tensed against me and she gasped out. I realized it was the first time I had ever used any type of foul language towards her. Sadly instead of feeling guilty, her response satisfied my hunger. This beast would ruin my marriage.
“She… She’s in her room.” Her obedience made me smile. Tick… tick…tick….
Lightly I kissed the back of her neck and she jumped.
I begin to scatter more soft kisses against her neck, her shoulders, and just below her ear. I felt her arousal begin to replace her fear as she began to submit, just like Olly always had….
At the thought of her rebellion tonight my teeth sank down into Nicole’s neck, punishing her for Olly’s Actions. I began grinding my cock hard against her ass, and to my surprise my wife pushed back and moaned out.
The bomb set off in my head, and I quickly pulled the hem of her skirt up and over her hips. I saw red as I ripped through the lace of her panties.
Running my palms up her back until my fingers tangled into the hair at her nape, I squeezed it tightly in my fist.
“Push your ass out.” I commanded and she obeyed without a comment.
With one hand I used my saliva as lubricant and placed my swollen head at her opening. Holding it there I teased her studying her response. She pushed her ass back more and I took a step back.
How big of an idiot was I?
Why had I never attempted to be a little rough with my wife? What was I afraid of? I teased her once more and she growled out in response, earning a loud slap on her ass.
“Fuck me, or go away Max.” Seemed we were both out to shock each other tonight.
I squeezed at her nape harder and pushed her head down until her cheek laid flat against the cold counter next to the sink.
“I don’t remember handing you any type of control.”
I continued my teasing. Handing out slow and sweet torture, I watch her perfect little ass wiggle back and forth. Her warmth seemed to come out and engulf my cock, begging me to come in. So without notice I did just that. I slammed into her once and she screamed out.
Fuck! It was such a beautiful sound.
I stayed there wrapped tightly in her warm wet center, enjoying the feeling of her pulsating around me. I squeezed my eyes shut and suddenly Olly was there in front of me, disobeying me with her fucking giraffe tattoo.
Love, lust, rage, anger, and fear of losing her all came in at once. Placing my hands on her hips, I squeezed and began slamming into Nicole over and over. Her moans echoed out through the kitchen.
“Why the fuck do you insist on disobeying me?!” I screamed out, but she didn’t answer. Rage, more rage ran through my blood until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fucking answer me Olly!”
I slammed my palms down on the counter at her sides and fucked her with everything in me as I began to tumble over the edge. Her moans and screams became muffled as I emptied every bit of my come and energy inside of her.
I could practically hear the hissing of steam as my body floated back to reality and a cold sweat washed over me. I lay across her back as my legs began to give out and her entire body tensed up again.
“Nicole.” She said.
“What?” I fought to catch my breath.
“My name is Nicole. Your wife remember?”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
“Oh God Nicole I…..” I was speechless. What could I say to fix this?
My addiction may have just ruined my marriage.