Chapter 1: Introduction
Julie leaned back in her chair, took a sip from her wine glass, and let loose a long sigh as her mind began to drift from the piles of documents neatly stacked on her desk. She observed as her husband, Mark, and his mate, Dave, laughed loudly at something just outside the kitchen window. They were sitting in a picnic area in the backyard, the remnants of their sausage sizzle spread haphazardly around them.
She watched as Mark's eyes lit up when Dave bought up some bimbo he'd banged last weekend, and she noticed that he seemed to revel in the accolades his friend heaped upon him. He was acting like he wasn’t an he could have fucked her too.
Anger bubbled up in her chest, and her grip on the wine glass tightened involuntarily. There was no denying it anymore - she was sick of Mark's careless ways and thoughtless nature.
She eased out of her chair and walked slowly towards the living room, her mind racing.
As she reached the door to the kitchen, she stopped and took a deep breath, steeled herself, and stepped into the room, ready to confront Mark and his friend. Their laughter died instantly, replaced by a cacophony of stunned silence. Julie stood there, her gaze locked onto Mark's, knowing that her eyes were blazing with a fiery anger that she hadn't felt in years.
"You know what, Mark?" she said, her voice dripping with venom.
"I've had enough of your lies and your cheating. But you know what, Mark? I'm not going to let you walk away from this without a fight. I'm tired of being treated like shit, so I'm going to show you exactly what a real woman can do to a man who deserves it."
Mark looked at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He couldn't believe that Julie was standing up to him, that she was challenging him in a way that no one had ever done before.
"I've had enough of your bullshit, Mark. Your insults and your lies."
Mark raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Bullshit? What're you talking about, Jules?"
She stepped into the light and both men could be the thick black strap-on dilso tied to her waist.
“You want your buddies here to think you’re this big macho guy. But you aren’t are you? You’re just a little cocksucker who loves when I fuck his ass.”
Julie spat out, her voice laced with contempt. Mark’s face turned beet red, and he stammered, “What the fuck, Julie?” But she didn’t give him a chance to say more. She turned to Dave, who was watching the scene unfold with a mix of shock and amusement. “Oh he tries to act like he’s all touch but watch this ,” she said, pointing at mark. “Pants down.” Julie ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. Mark hesitated, looking at Dave for some sort of backup, but his friend just shrugged, clearly enjoying the show. With a scowl, Mark unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his ankles, revealing his flaccid cock.
Julie smirked, “Not much to look at, is it?” She turned to Dave, “You wanna see what a real dick looks like?” Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the base of the strap-on, giving it a slight shake.'This,' she said, 'is what a real dick looks like.' She turned back to Mark, who was now standing there, pants around his ankles, looking like a chastised child.
It was a monster, thick and veiny, with a bulbous head that glistened under the soft glow of the kitchen lights. She could see Mark's eyes widen as he took in the sight, his mouth agape in shock.
"Fuck, Julie," he stammered, "What are you gonna do with that?"
She smiled sweetly at him, "I'm gonna fuck your ass, Mark. Just like you've been fucking mine all these years."
Before he could protest, she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around, pushing him roughly against the kitchen counter.
She heard him grunt as his hips collided with the hard surface, but she didn't care. She was fueled by anger and a desire to reclaim her power, and nothing was going to stop her now.
She yanked his cheeks apart, exposing his pale, hairy ass. She spat on her hand and rubbed the saliva onto the head of the strap-on, coating it in a thin layer of lubrication. She then grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the counter and poured a generous amount onto her hand, rubbing it onto the length of the silicone cock until it glistened in the light. She could hear Mark's ragged breathing, feel the tension in his body as he braced himself against the counter. She knew he was scared, but she also knew that he was turned on, that his pathetic little dick was probably rock hard right now.
"Please, Julie," he whimpered, trying to sound pitiful. "Don't do this."
She ignored him, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand. She grabbed his hips, digging her fingers into the soft flesh, and positioned herself behind him.
She could see his hole, puckered and tight, and she felt a surge of power course through her veins. She was going to claim this, take what was rightfully hers.
"Let’s show your friend what a pussy you are, Mark," she taunted, pressing the head of the strap-on against his entrance.
He shook his head, his body trembling slightly. "Fine," she growled, and with one swift thrust, she buried the silicone cock deep inside him.
He howled in pain, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the counter. Julie didn't care. She was past caring. She started to move, pulling back slightly before slamming forward again, burying the strap-on deep inside Mark's ass. His cries filled the kitchen, but she barely registered them. All she could focus on was the sensation of his tight hole gripping her, the way his body tensed with each thrust.
"Take it, you little bitch," she grunted, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. "Take every inch of my cock."
Mark's face was pressed against the counter, his body shaking with each thrust.
Julie could see tears streaming down his cheeks, but she didn't let up. She was too far gone in her rage and lust to care about his discomfort. She wanted to hurt him, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain she'd felt over the years.
"Fuck, Julie!" he cried out, his voice muffled by the countertop. "It's too big! It hurts!"
She sneered at him, her hips never faltering. "Good. You should know how it feels, you little prick.Is this what you wanted, Mark?" she sneered, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back. "To have a real cock fuck you like the little bitch you are?"
He whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She released his hair and slapped his ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint.
“look at your friend Dave. Look at how pathetic he is,” Julie taunted, her hips still moving in a steady rhythm, fucking Mark's ass with long, deep strokes. Mark turned his head to the side, his cheek resting on the cool marble countertop, and saw Dave standing there, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. His hand was tucked into his pants, stroking his own cock as he watched the scene unfold.
“See that, Mark? Your buddy thinks this is hot. He thinks it’s fucking sexy to watch me pound your ass. Maybe I should invite him to join us, huh?
Would you like that, Mark? To have your little friend watch while I fuck you senseless?" Julie purred, her voice laced with malice. Mark groaned, his humiliation palpable. But despite his protests, Julie could feel his body responding to her. His asshole was loosening up, allowing her to slide in and out with ease, and she could swear she felt his pathetic little dick twitching against the countertop.
She reached around and grabbed Mark's pathetic excuse for a cock, giving it a rough tug. "Look at this," she sneered, holding up her hand coated in his pre-cum. "You're loving this, you little slut.