Husband cuckolded in purgatory.

I could see this story having an O. Henry or Edgar Allen Poe Style twist. He's always been deeply, morbidly jealous, especially of the nice young man next door. At the same time, as part of the abuse of his wife he forced her to watch him have sex with other women. He's insecure about the size of his penis. One of the reasons he is jealous and abusive is he's unable to give his wife orgasms.

I think he should die suddenly, not of a heart attack, but something strange and seemingly accidental and also ironic. Maybe he sees his wife staring at the young man through a window, and then he falls out the window and breaks his neck.

The young man has a much larger penis and he's forced to watch his wife receive pleasure in a way he could never give her. To his horror his wife has orgasms over and over with the young man.

There are many ways this could go.
 
He's in a mansion, vast, infinite. He wanders from room to room, searching for an end, an escape, but always there is more. In every room, around every corner, she is there, fucking, sucking, every imaginable position and fetish, sometimes one lover, sometimes many. Often there's an audience, miners black from coal dust, or masked aristocracy, or guardsmen or ex-lovers or chain-ganged convicts. The one constant is her, and her enjoyment, and the scorn in her expression when she sees him watching. His attempts to reach her fail, someone or something always blocking the way. Even when he hides in a corner, trying to sleep, or frantically working himself to his nth orgasm, he cannot escape her cries of pleasure.
 
He's in a mansion, vast, infinite. He wanders from room to room, searching for an end, an escape, but always there is more. In every room, around every corner, she is there, fucking, sucking, every imaginable position and fetish, sometimes one lover, sometimes many. Often there's an audience, miners black from coal dust, or masked aristocracy, or guardsmen or ex-lovers or chain-ganged convicts. The one constant is her, and her enjoyment, and the scorn in her expression when she sees him watching. His attempts to reach her fail, someone or something always blocking the way. Even when he hides in a corner, trying to sleep, or frantically working himself to his nth orgasm, he cannot escape her cries of pleasure.

I like this. And how about this wrinkle: he sees men from his past that he's screwed over in one way or another now with his wife.
 
And his orgasms produce feeble spurts of cum, unlike the great ropes of thick cream that bless his wife from all and sundry.

And does he need a guide, perhaps, a Virgil to his Dante?
 
Agree. I like your idea.

I could see this story having an O. Henry or Edgar Allen Poe Style twist. He's always been deeply, morbidly jealous, especially of the nice young man next door. At the same time, as part of the abuse of his wife he forced her to watch him have sex with other women. He's insecure about the size of his penis. One of the reasons he is jealous and abusive is he's unable to give his wife orgasms.

I think he should die suddenly, not of a heart attack, but something strange and seemingly accidental and also ironic. Maybe he sees his wife staring at the young man through a window, and then he falls out the window and breaks his neck.

The young man has a much larger penis and he's forced to watch his wife receive pleasure in a way he could never give her. To his horror his wife has orgasms over and over with the young man.

There are many ways this could go.
 
Mind if I write a version of it? (By which I mean I've already written something.)
 
I have some ideas for scenes of the story. I would like to hear you guys thoughts and input on them.
*When Michael saw his wife Kelly for the first time since his death he noticed some changes. Her hair, Previously short and blonde. Was now long and brown. She had also gotten a tattoo.
*Kelly ran into Daniel at the store and was happy to see him. She invited him to have dinner with her at her home. She felt sad and lonely and needed the company. He accepted. While they were having dinner she got drunk from having several glasses of wine. She started thinking naughty thoughts. When she asked him what he did for a living he jokingly stated he was a male stripper. She then asked him to strip for her. He thought she was kidding until he saw the desire in her eyes. He did a lapdance for her.
 
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Irredeemable going live tonight. Will post link later.

Thank you Cfnmlover84 for your kind permission to write my version. It's a different direction than what you all sketched out above. :)

:devil: <----honestly he made me do it :eek:
 
Heh. Mine too. Commiserations... :)

Somebody kindly pointed out that had I made it about a woman fucking around on a husband and going to Hell, I would have got straight fives. Sadly, I know they're right. :rolleyes:
 
Both of you guys stories were very good. Unfortunately the loving wives section is notorious for having trolls that are against any kind of "burn the bastard" story or any story that involves wives cheating with the spouses consent or without being punished.

Somebody kindly pointed out that had I made it about a woman fucking around on a husband and going to Hell, I would have got straight fives. Sadly, I know they're right. :rolleyes:
 
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This was the first comment I got on my 750 story.

Deep down I think he liked it :D

"Finally!

by Anonymous user on 14 hours ago
After reading thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of comments and calls by readers for 750 word stories, our Intrepid Hero, Gordo, rides to the rescue! The longing of every single reader for 750 word stories, as a band dying of thirst in a parched wilderness of long awful stories, some of 10,000 words or more, we gain the cool refreshing drink from the 750 word well. If only we could read hundreds of 750 word stories, it would not assuage our thirst for these wonders.

Please, Gordo, bless us with more of these wondrous gems; 30, or 50, would not be too many. The reading public demands 750 word stories! We will march to the gates of Literotica Hell to demand our rights to have 750 word stories. Thank you, Gordo: the people's champion."
 
He's in for a shock...

My score just made it over 3, so I'm feeling better now. Thank you both! :)
 
I read a pretty decent short story once about a controlling husband who decided to have his consciousness and vision retained in a machine after death. His wife then delighted in doing all the things that annoyed him, like smoking, knowing that he could see her but couldn,t do anything about it.

I can imagine how things would progress on Literotica!
 
I have no problem with fantasy or SciFi.

I object to 'force' on any level.

And to disgusting pictures.

And to displays or depictions of bodily fluids.
 
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He's in a mansion, vast, infinite. He wanders from room to room, searching for an end, an escape, but always there is more.

Sounds like most of my dreams.


The rest of that story line falls in to some extent with the movie 'High Spirits' (Daryl Hannah, Beverly D'Angelo, Liam Neeson and Peter O'Toole).
 
High Spirits, I think, is the film with one of my favourite lines:
"Why are large chunks of masonry floating past my head?"
 
And to disgusting pictures.

Are you talking about the last picture i posted on this thread? you know that's from the movie The Lords of Salem, One of the worst movies i've ever seen. I saw it in theaters with my family and it was so bad none of us spoke about it in the entire car ride back home.
 
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