Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Looking into the mirror I saw a man with anguish on his face. I love my wife, I have since we were in high school. Honestly I've never lusted for another woman in all that time. How did I get in this predicament? Gulping air, my heart pounding I looked down onto the counter. My right hand glistened with shiny, fluids that came from within Alice. Putting my hand up to my face I saw my hand, wrist and part of my arm were all covered in a most erotic odor and with no thought sniffed then licked it groaning in excitement. My left hand was caressing my cock over my pants as my gooey right hand was licked. I'm going to jail for child abuse, and started to cry. I stopped as I heard my wife calling me to come help her with the groceries. Thinking this may be my last opportunity to be with my wife before the police arrived, I called her. She came to the bathroom door and asked if I was alright. I flung the door open, grabbed her wrist, and jerked her into the small room. She was nearly off balance as she stumbled into my arms. I grabbed her hair and forcibly kissed her, my teeth hitting hers and forcing my tongue into hers. Her resistance, startled behavior and confusion held her back as this aggressive behavior was not part of my personality. She started to lean back, in fear (?), shock (?) awkwardness (?) and in so doing I noted her bra straps were visible. Naturally I've seen her body in different postures but this reawakened something in me. I grabbed her blouse and putting my hands on both sides ripped it off. Only the sleeves kept it on her body. Her eyes the size of dinner plates in stark fear. Her chest heaving dramatized her 34 B cup breasts. Almost animalistic, I grabbed the bra straps and roughly pulled them from her springing the breasts from their confinements, wobbling in reaction. The rosy nipples hardened in excitement on top of perfectly semispherical mounds. I had always enjoyed them but today I wanted to devour them, own them, and make her my sex slave if only for a few moments. She tried to push my away, saying I was scaring her and saying stop-stop-stop. I bit, yes bit deeply drawing blood from her left nipple as I gripped both tits in harsh manners. My boys had suckled them and I had teased each in the past but this time it was raw sex that an unleashed inner beast of mine demanded. She was whimpering trying to get away from this stranger in her bathroom but the small cabinet behind her confined her movements. I tasted blood from her nipple and those brutish reactions caused even more violent reaction. Impossible to know how it was possible, but with one hand clamped on her right breast, my right hand grabbed her left leg and hoisted to the counter top she screamed in pain, her hands beating against my back all the while telling me to stop. Immune to her entreaties and obvious pain I grabbed the front of her jeans and pulled so hard the zipper parted as easy as pulling apart bread. Rolling her onto the counter, her shoulders, I pulled the jeans and panties to her ankles. Her clam like pussy in front of me glistened with juice I could not stop my assault and holding her in place dropped my pants and rammed my hyper enlarged cock brutally into her pussy. Her cries became whimpers as faster and harder I raped/fucked/ravished the pussy. This was not my loving wife I've always loved and was tender to; this was Alice whose tight pussy demanded I show her that she couldn't torment a man. The vaginal lips held me tightly cruelly trying to stop my sexual abuse but my hips hitting her upraised ass make vulgar slapping sounds. Holding the under sides of her thighs I penetrated deeper, more fully then in our whole married life. The sound of the smacking of my hips to her ass was now joined by the sounds of her juices combining with mine in a wet sloppy mushy smacking. I looked at her face which was redden, her face covered in sweat, eyes semi closed, her chest heaving from the rough treatment. Her hair was in disarray and her hands holding the counter edges for support as our bodies were copulating in a manner of historical proportion. A slight blood flow was oozing from her bitten nipple My lack of compassion toward the woman I loved so much was awareness to me totally unknown before. Her pain of being assaulted by the man who had pled fidelity to her, her uncomfortness on the counter, the bruising now darkening on her right breast enliven me, grinding my cock into her, hitting her cervix with a ferocity I had never knew I had. Withdrawing to reenergize I was on my hands and knees between my wife's splayed white thighs, I buried my face deep in her pussy her convulsing in orgasm after orgasm on my thrusting wicked tongue. I was giving her the tongue lashing of her life.. After I had eaten my wife through at least a few climaxes, I positioned my cock against her swollen labia, gently pressing into her, slowly began an in and out rhythm stretching her vagina and lips tightly around my manhood Her hands grabbed my ears and pulled on them violently pulling my face back to her chest. I bit the bleeding nipple hard causing a sharp sequel of pain but releasing more passion of my wife, resulting in her ass coming off the counter, her body weight supported only by her shoulders as her first climax rolled over us both. This was not making love, this was screwing, and fucking and we were oddly now in tune. Her ass bouncing off the counter was now trying to encourage my dick to continue. Sucking blood out of her tit gave me an eroticism Id never known. Moving my hips I soon was on her "G" spot which stimulation caused her to roar and speak in an unknown language as more fluids cascading out, down her anus and onto our thighs. I gripped her thighs, wrapping my arms from underneath my hands holding her so tight she had bruises for days and flooded her womb with my seed very strong I felt neither womb nor cervix would slow its gush until only a fallopian tube would stymy the surge. I stopped sucking her blood and with the withering of my penis near collapsed. I started to sob crying. In guilt of Alice, my wife's treatment and my now wasted life. Being the loving wife, with dribbling flowing combined juices following my withdrawing cock, she started to shooing me as she would a child, holding me close, telling me she loved me and she was alright. Stepping back I saw her blouse was ruined only the sleeves intact, the jeans, and pants at her ankles and mine at my ankles. Her breast back and blue from twisting it, the other seeping her blood which seeped over her side. Our combined juices flowing out of her reddened abused pussy the pink innermost opening white with foamy cum. With no attempt to clean myself or show tender concern for her I pulled up my pants and walked out to the car and drove away.