Diane’s husband, Little Bill, learns a hard lesson about Big James.
Diane let out another loud whimper as her bed continued to pound against the wall. She dug her nails into James’s bicep and bit down on his shoulder. The force of his thrusts were incredible and his thick dick stretched her to the limit every time. She had already experienced her orgasm but Big James was like a freight train. Once he got going there was no stopping him until he was finished.
Over the last three months Diane had learned what it was like to take a real man. It had not been easy. Big James was very demanding, but at the same time she craved his power and control over her. Just last week she had asked him to take it easy on her because it was her and Bill’s anniversary and he would want sex that night. Big James got angry. “You still let him in?” And then he had gone at her harder than ever. Her pussy had ached for days. And Bill had not gotten his anniversary sex.
Diane had made up some lame excuse about being too sore from the gym. Maybe it wasn’t so far from the truth. Gym … Jim … James. At any rate, that one was easy enough. She and Bill rarely had sex any way. He wasn’t much for …. well … he just wasn’t much, period. The more difficult effects to hide from her sessions with Big James were the bruises from his lessons.
Big James was not shy about correcting Diane. He would often spank her if she acted like a brat. Other times, though, he had slapped her around a bit — like the time she was 15 minutes late getting to his house. He had really tossed her around. He even used the Belt. She had cried. But it made her so wet
Afterward, he stood there shirtless, looking down at her, the belt gripped in his hand. She crawled toward him and kissed his hand. Then she kissed the Belt. Then she kissed the Bulge.
Today, he had insisted on following her to her house after her shift at the diner. And now he was here. On top of her. In her bed, the bed she and her husband Little Bill shared. He was inside her. Pounding her pussy with his 8.5 inch freight train. How was she going to explain the hole in the sheet rock where the bed frame had repeatedly punched through the wall?
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Bill had taken off work early. He wanted to surprise Diane with a gourmet dinner. He still felt bad about their anniversary night last week and wanted to try to make it up to her again tonight.
When he pulled into the driveway he was surprised to find Diane’s care already home. And why was there a large pick up truck parked blocking their mailbox? He would have to ask the neighbors about that.
As he approached the house he began hearing noises coming from inside. A woman’s voice making strange noises, whimpering sounds, and moans. He had never heard such. It sounded like Diane. As he opened the door and stepped inside he heard the bed. The heavy hammer blows against the wall.
All at once everything fell into place. His first instinct was to charge into the bedroom. But he stopped himself. He didn’t know who was back there with her. Bill wasn’t exactly built for a physical altercation. School bullies had taught him that early on.
Just last Saturday it had been confirmed again when he got frustrated with the high school kid who mowed their lawn. Bill yelled at him for cutting some of the flowers he had planted around the try. He had forgotten the kid played football and was used to hitting others. And Jesus could he hit. One punch to Bill’s stomach and ended the argument. The kid watched as Bill gasped and half crawled his way back up the porch. Then the kid had finished the job and had the balls to still tell Bill to pay him. And he did pay him, of course.
Bill stood frozen in the living room, listening to the relentless pounding coming from the bedroom. Finally, he sat down on the couch. Put his head in his hands and cried silently.
Fifteen minutes later, the noise stopped. There was muffled conversation for a few minutes more. And then the door opened.
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Diane took in Big James’s 6’7″ muscular frame. She admired the still thick, large but now flaccid dick swinging between his legs.
“I’ll bring you some wine,” Big James said. “What kind of beer does your husband keep?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Some craft stuff.”
James opened the door and walked down the hall toward the living room. He saw the man sitting on the couch and immediately knew who he was.
“Hey there, little man.”
Bill looked up. “Jesus!” He thought to himself “The guy is huge!” Something snapped in his brain. Before he could even register his actions, he sprang up from the couch and lunged at the big man.
James just stood there, a bit amused, watching the guy come toward him. He reached out a hand and grabbed the little weasel by the throat, pushed him back against the wall, and held him in place.
Diane heard the commotion. She wrapped a sheet around her still naked body and stepped out of the bedroom. She gasped at what she saw. And then she let out a laugh. She didn’t mean to do it and quickly covered her mouth but she couldn’t help her response.
There was Big James, all 6’7 inches of him, completely naked, biceps flexed, his big cock dangling. He was holding her much smaller, skinny husband against the wall.
Bill flailed comically, slapping at the man’s chest. James easily knocked his hands away each time. Then he slapped Bill twice across the face. He released Bill’s throat and caught the flailing wrists with both hands then pinned the small man’s skinny arms to his side.
“Woah. Settle down there little guy.”
“Let me go!” Bill squealed.
“Okay, okay.” He released his grip but put both fists against the wall on either side of Bill’s head, keeping him confined to his spot, giving him time to calm down.
Bill stood fuming. His anger rose again. The guy was too big and strong to take on like this. What he really wanted to do was lash out at the thing he hated the most. So he did. He quickly reached out a hand and slapped the big man’s heavy cock.
Diane gasped. Bill immediately knew he had made a mistake. James grabbed Bill by the shirt collar and raised him up against the wall.
“Okay, little Bill. Time for a lesson.”
Diane knew exactly what that meant. She watched in awe.
James tossed Bill over the back of the couch. He rolled off and into the middle of the floor. James strode over and picked him up. He didn’t use his fists like he would with another man. Instead he used his open hands as if he was correcting Diane.
James slapped Bill repeatedly. Then he looked at Diane. “Get my belt.”
When Diane returned with the Belt, Bill was already crying and apologizing, curled on the floor, James holding him down with one hand. But the lesson wasn’t finished yet so James kept going. He took both of Bill’s wrists in one hand and stretched his arms above his head. Then, with the other hand, he took the Belt from Diane. She watched as James spanked her husband.
When it was finished, Bill was a mess and Big James had barely broken a sweat. Bill stood in the middle of the room. James, still naked, sat on the couch. Diane, still wrapped in the sheet, sat on James’s lap. Big James explained to Bill exactly how things would work from now on.
“Now,” James said. “I’m going to take Diane back to the bedroom again. You can leave for the rest of the afternoon or you can have your place back on the couch.”
With that, James stood, holding Diane and then tossing her over his big shoulder. As he carried her down the hallway, she couldn’t help but look back at her husband, still standing in the middle of the living room.
She smiled.
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