Mistress Wife: Punishing Her Husband

My Svetka is a normal woman. She was. We knew each other well. She was studying to become a teacher. I was a metallurgist. My teacher used to say, "Not everyone can dance ballet, someone has to smelt metal!" Yes. I work as a foreman at a metallurgical plant. Svetka teaches geography. When we met, she was a normal girl: not a party girl, not a slut, calm, sensible, not brazen... Not a beauty, but quite pretty for my taste. We got married, and before graduating, Svetka gave birth to my daughter. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are truly wonderful people. Following the principle of "let the young live for themselves while keeping the family strong," they took in their beloved granddaughter. My wife and I live alone most of the time. My parents contributed and bought us an apartment. Svetka is a good housekeeper. We have regular family sex without any perversions. After college, my wife went to work. And then real hell began. At school, it was either you or the other. My wife quickly turned into a bossy bitch. Seven years of marriage passed, the beauty disappeared, and a gorgeous woman with breasts, a well-groomed face, luxurious hair, and highlights appeared. It's hard to pass by such a MILF without checking out her ass. And now the office party. They have them at school too—a party in honor of Teachers' Day at the pub. Everything was so decent, no one got drunk, no one got into fights. I behaved according to the rules for invitees—I chatted with Svetka's friends, danced with someone a few times, drank only juice… But a real treat awaited me at home. It turned out I'd been staring at Nina's tits and butt all evening, flirting and hitting on her. — She gave you a blow job in the toilet!? I didn't understand my wife's reaction. Well, a few bombshells were sitting across the room, we introduced ourselves, talked about this and that, danced, and went out for a smoke. Her husband was there. "Boredom and routine at home, looking for a thrill? If you like whores, go ahead, sign up for their swingers' club. You can go there and fuck Nina!" I know what swingers are. Go to these events? Am I a pervert? With my wife? To watch others fuck her? And I don't want Nina. I twirled my finger at my temple: - You've gone crazy in your rat-house! I went out onto the balcony to smoke. Svetka stopped arguing, and we went to bed. My wife turned away from me. She was offended. It was Saturday morning, I was planning to sleep in, but I was woken up by my wife’s scream: — You're sleeping! It's already eight o'clock! Suspect, take a shower quickly. Something hit me in the ass through the blanket. I gasped—Svetka was standing next to the bed, dressed in her policewoman's sex game outfit. Black visor hat, glasses, black lace corset, belt with epaulettes, black stockings. No panties, completely shaved bikini area. And a striped policeman's candy bar. I smiled; my wife had decided to play a game… — Nothing but smiles, a quick shower and then an interrogation! She didn't need to persuade me; it was simply impossible to refuse such an offer. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, and shaved my armpits. I decided to shave everything, even below my belly button. Svetka had never shaved her pussy before, but now, apparently, she was ready to step into the role of a slutty policewoman. In the bedroom, my wife ordered me to lie down, then tied my hands to the headboard with rope. She climbed in and sat on my chest. We'd only practiced light BDSM before. "I have a complaint against you, citizen. You're staring at whores instead of fucking your legal wife! Let's file a report. First, we'll look for evidence." Svetka slid down her legs: — What do we have here? It's a dick. The whores drank all the juice, huh? Freshly shaved, so you're going to whores? They don't shave dicks for wives! I loved the way this bitch plays the part, and she doesn't even smile, bitch... — Let's write it down like this: a dick is lying down. What do we have here on our balls? Svetka leaned over and kissed my balls. — Right, lipstick marks. Let's write "fucked a whore in the mouth." I was stunned—where did my wife get such foul language? Even when we sometimes argue, she doesn't use harsh words. "There you go, your dick is starting to harden. Let's put it this way: you have the ability to fuck. Now let's test your reflexes." My wife took my penis in her hand and began to jerk it off. "He gets hard, which isn't surprising; he's used to whores jerking him off a lot. Suspect, do your whores give you blow jobs?" What am I going to tell her—no whores, no one sucks? I'd rather keep quiet, let her fantasize about being interrogated. "My eyes say they're not sucking, but I don't believe it. Maybe we should check?" And suddenly Svetka sucked my cock into her mouth. Not took it, but sucked it in, deep and choking. "An experienced member, it goes straight to the throat! Now he's got a huge erection. Let's write it down: 'Want to have an orgasm, take this in your mouth.' Let's continue the experiment..." Now my wife took only the head into her mouth and worked her tongue inside my mouth without any sucking. Svetka started taking my cock in her cheek, saliva rolling down her tongue and forming a thread from the head to her mouth. God, where did she learn to do that? I had no reason to doubt my wife's integrity. Was she watching porn or something? Meanwhile, she pulled out the head, spat on my penis, and took it back into her mouth. — Let's write down: "The evidence is impenetrable from whore tricks—he has experience." Now the test for a pervert is pussy licking. Svetka stood up, stretching out her legs, clutching the headboard with her hands. Her pussy pressed against my mouth. — I have a nice pussy, huh? Want to lick it, suspect? I've never done this before; I'm a simple man, not experienced in these perversions, but this game my wife plays for us, for variety. So I began licking the wet lips of my wife's pussy. She tasted like a salted plum. Well, that's what I thought at the time. Her pussy clenched, lubrication dripped into my mouth, and I had to swallow. Svetka began to orgasm; she pressed harder against my mouth, then pulled back a little, and only her clitoral area ended up in my mouth. I began licking rapidly, barely touching the flesh with the tip of my tongue. My wife's whole body shuddered, she inhaled loudly with a moan, froze, and fell onto her back. Svetka lay next to me for a while, but I couldn't hug her—her hands were tied. Finally, she turned around. It was the policewoman again. — Let's write: "The suspect licks masterfully. He's probably licked more than one slut. Now for the penetration test." Well, I'm finally going to fuck my wife. I pointed to the ropes for her to untie. But that still wasn't her plan. She climbed back on top of me. This time she pressed the head to her pussy and sat down. My cock easily and immediately entered her hot, wet hole, its entire length. Svetka looked into my eyes without a hint of a smile. She began to move her ass and thrust my cock in and out. "And your dick is amazing, long, thick, reaches all the way to my cervix, I could cum like that! Do you know what the victim is unhappy about? I wouldn't get off a dick like that." I didn't say a word. My wife took off her corset and began kneading her nipples and breasts with her hands. — Do you like my tits? Do you want them in your hand? - Yes, untie them. - No, first the orgasm, then I'll untie you. I'll fuck you now. She started fucking me hard and deep with her pussy. She leaned towards me: - Suck my tits! This disrupted the rhythm and limited the movement during sex. Svetka sat upright and didn't change her angle. The friction culminated in her orgasm. She moaned and sat up until her cunt touched my pubic bone. - Like this, to the bottom, tear my pussy apart! Svetka didn't get off, she just sat on his cock with her eyes closed, squeezing it with her muscles. So she must have come to her senses: "Tired of interrogations? I'll suck your dick, and bukvoeb.org you're free. We'll close the case for lack of evidence." My wife leaned over, took it in her mouth, and started sucking, then tugging at it with her hands. It didn't help. She untied my hands: - Help me, I want you to cum in my mouth! I didn't need any convincing—I jerked off and started splashing my face with my favorite white liquid. My wife's mouth was covered in the pearls of my orgasm. She took the head in her mouth and sucked until my penis began to descend. We ran to the bathroom and collapsed. I kissed the face, lips, and eyes of my beloved woman. - Did you like it? It was my Svetka, not a cop. "Of course, my dear, that was the best BDSM sex of my life. Maybe we can do it again tonight? But without the uniform and ropes, I want to feel you with my own hands." Perhaps I should have asked my wife these unpleasant questions: “What was that?”, “Where did she learn it?”, “Was it jealousy that pushed her?”, “Did she get jealous of Ninka and decide to take revenge?” - Come on, my beloved and only woman, I'll make coffee, and you make cheese sandwiches... Yes... I will not forget this BDSM sex for a very, very long time...