Hey Jealousy (closed)

[StFornicate]

It had been a truly epic bachelor party. The three strippers we'd gotten for my buddy Ryan had turned out to have a bit of a whorish streak, once we got some booze down their gullets and cocaine up their noses.

The night had started bouncing from bar to bar downtown with the girls in tow, and around midnight we wound up in the hotel rooms. The girls took control from there, and boy did they know how to show us a good time! They were wound up, and so were we, and they did not disappoint in the slightest.

Let's just say, we ran out of condoms.

It was probably around four in the morning when I stumbled out of the cab in front of my house. My skinny little prude of a wife was inside, and I was quite determined to get myself off once more. Honestly, I didn't much care that I stunk of weed and cigarettes and booze, nor did I care about the strippers' glitter that had been rubbed all over my skin... I made my way up to the front door, unlocked it, and went inside...

(My character: Tommy MacArthur, 6'2", short brown hair, brown eyes, tan and well built. Construction worker)

 

[AikoCrane]

Clare was resentful, as usual. She was stuck here at home, while Tommy was out with his friends. She looked around the messy living room. She should clean it up, dust, do some ironing. Instead she read a few more chapters of her romance novel and watched a little TV. If he could be out doing god knows what why should she bother?

She remembered loving him. The excitement they had when they met seemed to have just gone away. She could feel him pulling away from her and didn't know why. She was still hot, kept herself slim. She had sex with him... what did he want from her?

Not realizing she had fallen asleep on the couch until the door opened she sat up groggily, wondering what time it was. "How late is it? Why were you out so late? You didn't even call!" she started nagging him before he was even all the way in the room. "Ugh, you stink!" she added for good measure.

(My character: Clare MacArthur 5'9" 118lbs, blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin. Dissatisfied housewife.)

 

[StFornicate]

Her nagging started as soon as he walked in the door. Tommy rolled his eyes and shut the door, and then looked around the messy living room of their small house. He stalked towards her and glared.

"Oh shut up, stop being such a bitch," he scowled. "Why's this place such a mess? God, you're fucking worthless. Get your ass to bed so I can fuck you. That's all your fucking good for anyway," he spat, turning and storming away from her to use the bathroom. "Why do I even bother?" he muttered as he walked away from her.

 

[AikoCrane]

She wanted to argue, but he was right, about the mess at least. She had done nothing all day. The cup she had her drink in was sitting out, the sticky leftover soda staining the cup. A dirty plate, a pair of socks, several books and magazines were strewn across the floor. She just never felt motivated to do anything.

Stepping around a pile of unfolded laundry she went to their bedroom. With a sigh she took off her yoga pants and panties and lay on her side of the unmade bed.

Clare had learned that the best thing was to just lay here and take it, get it over with. She sighed and waited for him, ready to get to sleep.

 

[StFornicate]

He relieved himself in the bathroom, flushed, and stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He sniffed; a remnant bit of powder cocaine in his nose jumped up into his nasal cavity and gave him a fresh bit of illicit energy. He thought of his wife, hopefully waiting for him in bed.

She'd probably just lay there again while he banged away at her pussy. Like usual.

He sniffed again. Maybe not. His fists clenched tight. No, definitely not. The lazy bitch needed to be taught a lesson, didn't she? He peeled off his dirty shirt and dropped his jeans to the floor, and stepped out of them. He headed towards the bedroom, on a mission.

He opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see his wife's form laying in bed. She had assumed the position, lying on her side, away from him. He walked over to her side of the bed and stood above her, and promptly dropped his boxers to the floor and made a simple demand of her:

"Suck it."

 

[AikoCrane]

Clare sighed in disgust, rolling over. He was all ready for action she noted. The idea of sucking him wasn't her favorite at the best of times, but he was so angry and demanding.

She forced herself to sit up, if this was what it took to calm him down, she could get through it. She opened her mouth and took a bit of him, gagging on the taste of him. He smelled horrible, like smoke and alcohol. And sex! Her husband smelled like sex.

She pulled back in disgust and rage? "What the fuck did you DO tonight?" She spit on the floor, trying to get the taste out of her mouth.

 

[StFornicate]

"It was Ryan's bachelor party. I told you about it weeks ago. They had some strippers there. What's the big fucking deal? Stop being such a prude. Fuck!" he spat back at her, anger brewing up in his eyes.

"You could have learned a thing or two from those girls, anyways," he said. "Maybe we should take you to a strip club!" He relished the idea, but knew it was a non-starter with his wife.

 

[AikoCrane]

She knew he was at the bachelor party, even suspected strippers, but maybe there was more? She looked at him, no, this was her husband, and she was hot, why would he be with someone else?

She hated it when he called her a prude. What did he expect from her? Did he really want her to be more like a stripper. She shuddered at the thought.

She tried to be less prudish, "I'll give you head if you take a shower first. I just can't deal with you smelling like other women. Okay?"

 

[StFornicate]

He wasn't in the mood to wait. And he knew of he went in and took a shower, by the time he got back to her, she'd be fast asleep.

No no. This was happening now. "Just shut up and suck my dick you lazy little bitch," he said, and slapped her across the face! He had one hand already wrapped around his stiffening cock, and wasted no time at all grasping her blonde hair at the top of her head and pushing her face towards his crotch!

He pressed the thick head of his impressive member against her lips... "I said suck it bitch!"

 

[AikoCrane]

She yelped as he hit her. What was going on? He never hit her before.

She didn't have any chance to ask or anything else at all as he forced her head against him. She was crying as she opened her mouth to let him in.

Pushing against his hand she tried to take just the tip, as she usually did, struggling not to have him in her more than that. She pushed against his thighs with her hands and tried to shake her head "no".

 

[StFornicate]

She was pushing back against him, struggling now, shaking her head. His grip on her hair tightened, and he growled, lifting her face off his cock.

"You're a lazy, ungrateful little bitch. I'm sick of your shit," he said. "If you ain't gonna do your part around here, I'm gonna at least get what I want out of your body," he said, and slapped her again across the face, hard.

"Now stop that fucking crying and suck my dick! I know you were an expert cocksucker back in college. Show me." He smirked, even as he growled at her. "I've heard more than a few stories..."

 

[AikoCrane]

She was in real pain now, between his grip on her hair and the second slap.

His words hurt her too, he knew she had somewhat of a past, but he had never used it against her like this. Her sobbing didn't stop as she opened her mouth to allow him in.

She felt used, this did remind her of college. Fear gripped Clare. How fed up was he? She couldn't loose him. She had no where to go.

She sucked, hard, trying to please him, well aware her skills were abysmal. It disgusted her to be forced to do this.

Choking and gagging she pulled back, surely this was enough? She looked up at him, "Please" she begged.

 

[StFornicate]

She was gagging and choking as he forced his long dick into her mouth, and she failed miserably to suck it with any proficiency.

"Please what?" he sneered. "You're pathetic."

His hand struck her face once more, viciously this time, knocking her clear down across the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, easily grasping her shaking body and maneuvering her so she was lying face down. He grasped her hips and pulled them up; he was behind her, between her legs, and his stiff rod had no trouble finding her entrance.

"This is really all you're fucking good for," he grunted, as he forced himself inside her. She was dry, and tight, and he cared not one bit how much pain he might cause her as he took her, feeding his full length into her cunt in a single stroke.

God but she was tight. He held himself fully embedded within her, and his hand found her hair once more and pressed her face down against the pillow to muffle her cries...

 

[AikoCrane]

Screaming into the pillow she wondered what had set him off like this. Yes, something had been brewing for a while. She was less and less interested in him sexually. When she stopped really participating in sex she wasn't sure.

And yes, the housework was falling apart. They had such a pretty home, small but perfect for the two of them. Lately she felt like it was too small, not worth taking care of. A prison really.

So she knew he was unhappy, but hitting her? Calling her "pathetic"? This was new.

His cock was hurting her too, it felt like he was tearing her apart. Had he ever gone this deep, driven her this hard?

Oddly, Claire felt her body start to respond. She felt stirrings she had not had in ages. It hurt, but it was real. As the tip of his cock slammed into her cervix she heard her own cries of outrage shift. Her body was bucking against him now. Still crying she knew she was enjoying this.

Her husband, who she took for granted and mostly ignored, was treating her like a whore. And she was liking it. A whole new wave of shame washed over her as she felt her climax build.

"Yes" she screamed into the pillow, "God, yes".

 

[StFornicate]

As he used her for his own pleasure, he felt the wetness engulf his cock. Her body had responded, and well. He continued his assault on her, fucking her hard from behind. She hadn't cried out in pleasure like this in ages.

Not that he really cared much anymore. He felt his own climax building, his balls starting to boil once again. He didn't care about her orgasm. Not one bit. He rocked her lithe frame with brutal thrusts, until finally he felt the wave of sweet release wash over him. His cock shuddered within her, and his seed (what was left of it, anyway, after fucking each of those strippers) spilled within her.

He released her, and pulled out of her with a grunt, and fell beside her on the bed. He rolled over, away from her...

 

[AikoCrane]

All her rage turned to panic as she felt him quicken his pace, a sure sign he was almost done. For the first time in forever she was soooo close to her own orgasm. "No" she cried out, feeling him come inside her.

When he pulled out and moved away she felt empty, hollow. Her frustrated orgasm causing her far more discomfort than his slaps had. His cum oozed out of her as her vagina muscles tried to clinch but found nothing satisfying to embrace.

Looking over at him she reached out her hand, "Tommy?" she said as she moved closer to him, wanting him to touch her more, to say kind things and hold her.

Right now she didn't care about small houses, strippers or late nights. She wanted to find comfort in the arms of her man. "I love you" she said in a small voice.

 

[StFornicate]

His response was little more than a derisive snort; he heard her, sure, but he was exhausted and frankly, the thought of snuggling the little bitch at this point was anethema. It didn't take long at all for sleep to overtake him, and he was in a deep slumber well through the morning.

He didn't even wake when his smartphone went off, multiple times even, text messages from the guys from the bachelor party, complete with picture memories of so many debauched moments of the night before; most of them starring the strippers they'd all shared, or the copious amounts of booze they'd drunk and weed they'd smoked.

He awoke to a stinging headache; hungover and still exhausted...

 

[AikoCrane]

He ignored her, then was asleep. It was tempting to just wrap herself around his sleeping form, but she didn't want to have him wake up and reject her.

Clare tried to sleep, but her mind kept wandering and her pussy ached.

Finally she gave up and left the bed. It was technically morning, she took a quick shower, shaving carefully. Looking in the bathroom mirror she tried to see what he saw. She had always felt beautiful, but as her hair hung limp and wet she wondered. Was she too skinny? Her breasts were small, her ass was also small. She wanted to believe she was tall and lean, but the way she felt right now was just skinny, bony.

He had said all she was good for was fucking, but she knew she wasn't very good at that. He clearly didn't have any respect for her, and looking at herself, knowing she was, indeed, lazy and unimaginative in bed she felt like she was just a tool. Not even a lover, less than a whore. Just a whole for him to use.

Tears fell down her face at the realization. And the worst part as it was her fault. He was right about all he had said, she was lazy, she nagged and complained.

With a shaking hand she opened the medicine cabinet and took out two of the sleeping pills she had been taking more and more lately. There was really no reason not to, she had no schedule, he would get up and do whatever he did all day soon. Clare realized she didn't even remember what day of the week it was as she swallowed the pills.

Hair still wet and naked she shuffled back to the bedroom and passed out on her side of the bed. Her last thought was that she really was worthless.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy woke up around ten, groggy but not hung over. He looked over at his passed-out wife and shook his head before getting up. He went to the bathroom, and growled when he saw her clothes in a pile on the floor, and a wet towel there too. No dry towel hanging on the rack for him.

"What a fucking slob," he snorted. He was sick of this lazy shit. He went back to their bedroom, noting the messes that seemed to be everywhere, and yanked the blankets off Clare's sleeping body.

"Get your lazy ass up, bitch!" he yelled at her, grabbing her ankle and pulling her thin naked frame forcefully right off the bed and onto the floor! He stood over her, naked as well, his big dick hanging in front of her. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled upwards, and slapped her once more.

"I'm fucking sick of your shit! Get up and go fix me breakfast, and then get this fucking house cleaned up!"

And then he slapped her once more across the face, viciously knocking her back down to the hardwood floor, before turning and heading back to the bathroom.

 

[AikoCrane]

Clare was shocked to feel herself pulled out of bed. The sleeping pills she had taken were still affecting her so she was impossibly groggy. Max was yelling but she didn't even know what about. He slapped her, breaking through the haze somewhat.

She was about to complain that she couldn't make breakfast and clean, she was too tired when he hit her again, hard enough to leave her on the floor.

She lay there for a moment sobbing. How had things gotten to this point? She felt abused. She WAS abused, but as she lay there thinking she wondered if she deserved it. She was lazy, their house was a mess. She cried harder, realizing she did deserve this.

Forcing herself up she pulled on a bathrobe and shuffled to the kitchen. Preparing the breakfast was a haze, she cursed the sleeping pills she had taken. She took a sip of coffee while waiting for an egg to fry, hoping the caffeine would help.

"Tommy, your breakfast is ready." She called out, placing a plate of eggs and toast with bacon next to the coffee cup she had already set out for him. "Made with love" She used a phrase from their earlier time together, hoping to pull them back to those days.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy snapped up a towel on his way to the bathroom, ignoring his wife's pathetic sobbing on the floor in their room. He took a shower, his mind savoring memories of the night before with the strippers, and he wondered what the rest of the guys were up to this Saturday afternoon. Might be a good afternoon/evening for a poker game. Maybe they still had the girls? That would be fun... His mind raced with the possibilities.

He turned the shower off and could already smell the bacon and coffee. He dried off and pulled on a pair of gym shorts and headed down to the kitchen, where Clare was just setting out breakfast for him.

"Made with love," she muttered, and he only scoffed at her as he sat down and looked at the plate, unimpressed with what she laid out for him.

"Burnt toast, runny eggs, and shitty bacon," he growled, snapping a bite of the crisp bacon off, and promptly spitting it back out on the plate. "God you can't even do bacon right!" He shook his head, and took a sip of his coffee, and immediately spat that out too. "Fuck, that's awful!" He stood up, glaring at her. "I'll just get some food on my way to the gym. This place better be cleaned up by the time I get back!" With that, he stomped off, pissed off, heading up to their room, pulling on a tee shirt and grabbing his gym bag and then left in his pick-up truck...

 

[AikoCrane]

She watched as he rejected the food he made. She cleared it away, not even looking at it to see if it really was burnt. It probably was she told herself. She couldn't do anything right lately.

He left without saying goodbye. She sighed and started to clean up. She had the best intentions of cleaning. She got the kitchen cleaned up and moved to the living room. She gathered up the laundry and took it to the washing machine to start a load. It felt like she was moving in slow motion, her head ached and her eyelids were heavy.

Her mother called and she sat to talk to her for a few minutes, lieing about how she was doing. Finally she told her mom she was feeling ill. Her mom insisted she take a nap and it seemed like the best suggestion.

Laying on the couch she scanned the room. It was significantly better, no dishes or laundry laying around. Not perfect though, but surely Tommy didn't expect perfection? He would be pleased she told herself as sleep claimed her.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy got to the gym and commenced with his workout. Starting with a run on the treadmill, and some time on the elliptical before moving to the weight machines. His mind pondered this new turn his relationship with his wife had taken. He'd never hit her before last night, but this morning it was far too easy. He shook his head as he pumped iron, working up a sweat. The dumb bitch deserved it. He'd put up with her lazy ass for too long, and she was going to learn her lesson.

He eyed a busty blonde across the gym, doing curls on a bench, wearing sneakers, tiny little skin-tight shorts that barely covered her ass, and a sports bra. Amber, that's right. They'd chatted before. Several times. She was rather flirtatious, and he had been too. She caught his eye and gave him a small, sly smile back, and he winked...

And twenty minutes later she was riding his cock in the steam room...

They didn't even kiss. They were both much more interested in other parts of each other's bodies, particularly their groins. And good god did she know how to suck some dick!

They parted ways, after they were both satisfied, and exchanged numbers. Tommy showered at the gym and headed on home, only to walk in and find his wife asleep on the couch. "Lazy fucking bitch," he grumbled. He looked around. At least she'd picked up a bit. Couldn't be bothered to sweep up or anything though.

He sent out some text messages to his buddies, and a poker evening at his place was quickly organized.

"Wake up Clare," he growled at her, standing over her. "The guys will be here soon. Try to look presentable at least, and not like such a fucking slob."

 

[AikoCrane]

She woke up once during her nap to go to the bathroom, then fell right back asleep.

It felt like no time had passed when she heard Tommy barking orders at her. She sat up groggily. The sleeping pill had finally worn off it seemed, she would be able to function. She stretched, feeling her back crack a bit as she moved her shoulders around.

She looked at her husband, "I'm not a slob. And who cares anyhow, I'll just stay in our room and read," she sulked at him.

 

[StFornicate]

"The hell you will," Tommy growled, grabbing her by her arm and pulling her harshly to her feet, getting right in her face.

"Let me tell you exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna put on a cute little outfit, and be fun and bubbly, and take care of getting drinks and snacks for me and the guys while we play cards."

He smacked her cheek. "And I better not hear anything remotely resembling attitude outta you. You fucking get that?" He shoved her down on the sofa.

"God, what happened to you anyways? You used to be fun."