Cheater's Lament
by JRob © 
When he was done the deed, he kicked my ass several times before turning me around and kicking me squarely on the balls. Cindy appeared concerned, but came over and swung her belt at my ass several times to intensify the pain. More humiliation came when she shaved my private parts without any soap, water or cream. Topping off the torture was her smacking of my dick, followed by the inserting of the dildo in my ass. The pain was intense, and I passed out. 

When I awoke I was laying on the floor of the kitchen. My balls ached, but nothing like the ache in my ass. I reached back to rub it only to realize they had left the dildo into my ass and had it secured there with duct tape. The pain from removing first the tape and then the artificial cock was nearly unbearable, while the humiliation was intense. 

Once the dildo was gone---the one which fucked Kristine---I started upstairs, barely able to walk. My ass was in shambles, my cheeks sore, and my face covered with a sticky residue of something I knew had to be cumsauce. I tried to open my bedroom door but it was locked, so I made my way down to the guest bedroom and fell into bed. 

The next morning Cindy woke me my throwing water on me on the bed. 

"Well, I guess I can say you took it better than I thought you would," said my wife. "You are really shit, and if you ever look at that woman again you are history. And if you ever touch me you had better come prepared to fend for your life. I can't say I don't have a spot in my heart for you, or else you wouldn't be here. But as far as I am concerned we are staying married for the kid. You will stay in this room, I will stay in the master bedroom, and you better treat me like a queen." 

Cindy made sure I was kept in place, humiliating me as much as possible. 

On a whim she would make me lick her boots, and on more than one occasion my tongue found its way to her dirty ass. She'd force me to lick her ass clean, then instruct me to bend over a desk. With all of her 135 pounds, she'd crack a dozen or so smacks against my ass with a leather belt, leaving welts which made it difficult to sit. 

On the positive side, we have a little girl. She is precious. And I never would let anything get between us. I am a changed man, and hopefully all will work out in the end. 

It wasn't so nice for Kristine. Her husband regularly fucked her up the ass, first with his cock then with an array of dildos. She had been the one to switch jobs, just the luck of the draw I guess, but actually got a better one. That was the good news. The bad news is that her husband never let her forget that she stepped out on him, and punished her at every opportunity. He would call and tell me how he made her walk around the house like a dog, smacking her with the newspaper, or cumming on her face or worse. 

Things got worse when he informed her he was really gay and left home to start a new life on the West Coast. All he left her was bills, bad memories, and a reputation around town of being a whore. She eventually moved back to Maine where she went back to school and then became a bookkeeper, attempting to patch together a life. 

I haven't talked with her since that fateful night. But I never will forget it, or the fateful actions that led up to it. 

A piece of her ass was not worth the pain or humiliation I've been forced to endure.