Summer of 2K and 17 Challenge 01

I hold up the cards.

Quickly, the card is removed. I gather the rest together and head into the kitchen to cook some dinner.

I hear the bedroom door close.

I love to cook dinner. Nothing is more relaxing than cooking dinner. The smells of the kitchen are intoxicating. I love to chop garlic, sauté onions, season steaks, basically rattle the pans and then enjoy the tastes produced by my own hands.

I hear the bedroom door open. I continue prepping ingredients in anticipation. Will she be naked? Will she have her arms tied up behind her back?

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" I hear her scream.

Oh, shit.

I turn around to find a bunch of papers flying at my face.

"How could you????!!" she screams again.

The back of her left hand catches me squarely in on my right cheek.

"What?" I kinda say.

"I found these emails from your bitch!!" she is still yelling.

Then, I see the palm of her right hand coming in fast. This might hurt.

Well, that was an understatement. The hit doesn't stun me, but it produces a yellow light of sorts. I lower my head to gather my balance. Just then, I see her right foot rising.

That hurt!

Her foot makes full contact with my balls. What was once a yellow light is now blinding pain.

I crumple to the floor. My mind enters survival mode. What do I do? How do I get up?

Knowingly, she answers "Get out!".

"What?" I mutter.

"Get your stuff, and get the hell out!" she says. "I should've known. I am so stupid."

I climb onto my hands and knees.

Then, a kick to my side. I hear sobbing. And now, a kick to my head. And another, and another.

Enough, I say to myself.

I catch a foot in my right hand. I pull on it as hard as I can. I hear a scream from her as she hits floor.

Not letting go of her foot, I stagger up onto my feet.

She starts to struggle and loosens my grip on her foot. I better think of something fast as she stands.

So, I slap her. Hard.

Wow, that felt good.

I do it again. She gasps at the force.

Just as quickly, I slap her again with the backside of my other hand. That feels even better.

She staggers back against the counter by the dishwasher.

As I move in on her, she raises her hand. I grab both of her hands with my left hand and force them against her tits.

Now she is exposed, and I see the knife on the counter. I grab it. I feel my cock enlarging. I use the knife to cut open her shirt, leaving it hanging onto her shoulders.

O, damn.

She begins to whimper.

I let loose. Five more hits, each stronger, to her tits. She leans back, as if asking for more.

I see my opening, and I unleash a barrage of hit and slaps on her face.

She passes out against the counter.

I rip the rest of her shirt off her shoulders, and then lean down to carry her over my shoulder. I lift the bitch up and begin walking to the bedroom. As I do so, I remove her shorts off her ass and pull them down her legs.

Once in the bedroom, I throw her onto the bed. She is still passed out.

I roll her onto her stomach, and spread her legs.

This is going to taste so good.

I begin licking her ass, getting her asshole nice and lubed up. I begin taking my clothes off.

My tongue enters her easily. I spit in her ass and spread it around. Then, I climb on top.

And then it begins. The rape of my wife at my hands. Just like she wants.

The penetration of her asshole is absolute perfection, and I dive in as hard as I can.

She moans so I know I won't have her knocked out very long. I pull out.

Right next to the bed are the ties just as she was directed to put out. Using the ties, I spread her arms and legs out and tie each one to a corner of the bed frame. She isn't going anywhere.

I get back on top and resume the rape. I lie completely on top of her, and grab her tits. I may not last long. Her ass is so tight.

Suddenly, she begins to struggle against her bindings.

I take a hand off her breast and wrap it on her mouth and squeeze. She continues to struggle.

"You fucking bitch. You know you want this." I say into her ear.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Rape me!! Don't hold back! You can't hurt me!" She yells.

I pull out of her ass, and insert my dick into her pussy. I put my right arm under her stomach, and use my left hand to grab her hair. I pull her head up. I move my right hand up between her tits and squeeze both of them.

From there, it is time to have control. I continue moving my right hand up to her throat where I surround the front of her neck with my palm. This is going to put me over the edge.

I squeeze her throat very tightly.

She lets out a choking sound. I release my hand.

"No, don't stop." She whispers.

I resume choking her. She lets out a few forced coughs, then her head drops. I pull on her hair even tighter. Her head becomes heavier.

Then, suddenly, her body goes limp.

I have only a few seconds to make my next move.

I quickly untie her and flip her over. I tie her back to the bed, this time facing up, but with her feet tied to the head board so her legs are up in the air.

She begins to come to. I get between her legs and shove my cock back into her warm pussy. I begin pounding away on her pussy.

She looks up at me.

"I'll fuck who I want, when I want. Do you understand? You are my cheap ass bitch and this is what will happen if you ever dispute my control over you." I state.

She look up, and spits in my face.

"Yes!" she screams.

I lean up, wipe the spit off my face, and then grab her right tit with my left hand. I pull it up, exposing only the nipple. I then begin to slap that nipple as hard as I can.

She arches her back.

I lose count of the slaps, but I stop just as I begin to come. I fall down onto her and fill her pussy.

"You were awesome. Thanks for passing out just like the directions wanted." I say.

"Ummm, that wasn't acting, and I really enjoyed it." She said seriously.

Looking me in the eyes, she says, "When can we do that again?"

"Not until we do all of the cards for this Summer of 2K and 17 challenge." I say.

And so it begins.