From: Caesar <jsharpe@portal.ca>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Loves Eternal Circle" (Mf, dom)
Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 23:40:09 -0700

			Love's Eternal Circle
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	"Love Eternal".

	Those were the words we spoke to each other on our wedding
day. In fact, standing at the head of the church, we had almost a
hundred witnesses to those phrases, including the Priest who
pronounced us married. I can still remember the echo from the high
doomed enclosure as my voice quivered in fright and nervousness. Those
damn words, and how my wife's voice was very steady and sure, as she
spoke up.

	Marie looked beautiful, gorgeous, angelic. I was in love. The
dress she wore was white, virgin white, very unbecoming especially
after the nights we had enjoyed the months leading up to that day. The
veil concealed most of her pixy face but some of her long wavy blonde
hair was revealed in the back. I was the luckiest man alive.

	Or at the time, I, and everyone who sat in that hot spring
wedding, thought so.

	That was a year go.

	In fact, it is our anniversary today. A glorious day - one
full year of love and happiness. Three hundred and sixty four days we
lived and shared our lives together. Our life seemed perfect, our
marriage solid, and our happiness glorious.

	We made love on our wedding night with hurried passion, as if
this long awaited wedding was simply a dream. The next day, in a small
Bed and Breakfast in Holland, we went slow and made passionate love
that lasted for hours.

	Those days will always be remembered with great fondness.

	It was on our tour of Europe, on our honeymoon that I first
noticed a difference in the woman I thought I married.

	But, I'm not here to complain or even to give you a day-by-day
account of our one year of marriage. The reason I'm here writing this
is to simply tell you about what happened on our anniversary. Please
don't think I had lost my love for my wife, on the contrary, I loved
her with all my heart. I would not have married her if I hadn't.

	One thing that was not lacking in our marriage was sex. Yes,
if you haven't figured out what this story is primarily about - it
sex. Sex is what first attracted the two of us together and sex is
what drove us apart. It was also, not surprisingly, what also woke me
up on our three hundred and sixty fifth day together.

	My wife, Marie, woke me as she often does on weekends by
making slow gentle passionate love with my cock - using her hungry
talented mouth. Yet, it wasn't any weekend, but our first
anniversary. And my loving wife took special care to not wake me.
Instead she went extremely slow, using only the lightest of touches to
harden my sleeping member. As if often does, it awoke before I.

	If you have never been slowly brought out of a deep slumber by
a warm moist mouth slowly licking, nibbling, and especially sucking on
your cock - you haven't lived life to its fullest. Marie went slow,
enjoying her work, each centimeter of shaft moved past her wet lips at
a snails pace. You see, as much as I enjoy waking to a mouth on my
cock, she did this because she simply loved to have a man between her
lips.

	I have come to the conclusion over the last twelve months that
my wife loved to be used. Strange conclusion? Before my wedding I
would have thought so also - but now I know better. I've learned much
over the last year, and have become just a little wiser. To be blunt,
my wife likes to be humiliated, sexually speaking.

	Remember this is a tale about sex. Its not a tale of love and
marriage, but of dirty sex. Extramarital sex if you haven't yet
guessed.

	I started to moved my hips up, driving my hard cock into
Marie's hungry mouth. When it was obvious that I wasn't asleep any
longer, her slow loving mouth suddenly became a starving needy sexual
orifice. My wife had become a very good cock sucker since I first met
her, hell, since our marriage.

	My cloudy mind focused and I remembered everything and, as it
often does more frequently, I started to really work upon my
enjoyment. I mean I grabbed the back of her head with both of my
strong hands and held it in place while I drove my hips up savagely
hitting her face with my pelvis. Instead of gagging or attempting to
pull away from my rough hands, my loving wife moaned loudly and began
to suck even harder.

	This is how our marriage has progressed in the last year. As
my suspicions and my awareness grew, I decided to use her in the way I
would never have used the woman I loved. At least before I knew that
she lusted after that type of submission. When I mentioned earlier
that I loved my wife, it wasn't a falsehood - just that it was clouded
with anger, repulsion, and thoughts of revenge.

	Holding her head I rolled over until I lay above her face, my
legs straddling her chest. I then moved into a push-up position and
began to really drive my penis into my wife's face. So dispassionate
was I of her own predicament I watched her below me. The woman simply
went nuts, sucking me with a power that would amaze the most hardened
hooker.

	With the amount of sex I had been getting the last year, I
wasn't about to cum after several minutes of a hungry mouth. No matter
how hot it was or how hard it sucked, I simply wasn't ready. I rolled
to the side, pulling from her needy face. She groaned and tried to
pull me back. I pushed her away, none to gently, and jumped off the
bed.

	"Happy anniversary Marie." She groaned before spreading her
legs and pushed two fingers into her depths. I was resolved after her
lustful display - "Over here bitch, on your knees." She jumped quickly
to obey and knelt with her knees on the edge of the bed and her feet
hanging off.

	My wife has a beautiful bottom, always had. In fact it was the
first thing I noticed about her years ago. Other than kissing,
fondling and generally admiring that part of her, we had not done
anything else. Until our honeymoon. In a little private cottage in
Dover she asked, nay begged, for me to fuck her ass. I admit I was
reluctant, though enjoyed that round firm ass of hers I hadn't thought
of using it in that way. And I'll even admit that I was worried that I
would hurt her. So, that first time, we took it slow and gentle.

	"I've got your first present for you slut!" I aimed my cock at
that wrinkled pink hole.

	"God yes! My first present!?" She squealed in delight as I
drove forward into her bowels. It wasn't slow nor was it gentle as in
that time in the warm little cottage a year ago. The only lubrication
she had was from her own wet sex, and I knew it was wet - whenever I
treated her rough, used her like the whore she wished she was, she was
always wet. Maybe wet is not the right term, dripping sloppy wet may
be better. It rolled down her strong slim legs and coated her whole
waist area with it. The juices even slid between those firm cheeks and
lubricated the area that I now enjoyed.

	She was as tight as the first time - the thick hard ring held
me firmly as I forced my manhood passed it. I didn't stop until I was
seated deeply within her. My wife, well as you can guess, she loved
it. She was whipping her head back and forth, spittle flying in
several directions. Marie's strong back danced as she tensed and
clenched as each centimeter of penis was pushed in. I could see her
hands turn into claws and grab a large bundle of the blanket.

	"You love it don't you bitch?" I grasped her round hips and
began to pull my member from her ass, the sides stretching as the ring
clenched at my cock.

	She groaned as the muscle attempted to hold me and it was
pulled out with me. "God yes!" Marie squealed - I loved that squeal -
it was music to my ears. Before our marriage it was proof that her own
orgasm was not long in coming and that her body was reacting to my
actions. I had been a ego trip, and it still was.

	My cock drove back into her and she jerked forward in pain and
pleasure, the ring was forced deep into her. Things continued this way
for another few moments, her ass hole becoming more accustomed to me
and less painful to her. I began to pinch her nipples with one hand
and found and played with her clitoris with the other.

	That was enough to send Marie over the edge. She orgasmed.

	Since the first time I saw my lovely blonde wife orgasm I
could never get enough. She would come with a loud scream, a clenching
of every muscle in her body and her head tilted up to the heavens.
Marie's body would then sag, as if her spirit had left her, and I
could see the sweat break out on her skin and each individual muscle
quiver in delight.

	I got something out of this too, with my cock surrounded by
her anal muscle it had a very pleasurable sensation as it squeezed
then loosened up. Suddenly I drove deeply into her anticipating the
next sensation. Her sphincter then began to quiver, it felt like it
was pulsating upon my organ and I groaned in my own pleasure. It
wouldn't be long before I also finished.

	After one of the first times she had an orgasm with me, I
stroked her body, held her and kissed her brow with all the love I
felt. She mewed with pleasure. Now, I roughly pulled from her ass hole
and threw her down onto her sweaty back and straddled her waist with
my knees. My wife smiled knowing that if I hadn't finished, that the
game wasn't over. She was to be used again and again until I was
satisfied - and she loved it.

	"Cum in my face lover!" I grasped each breast and encircled my
dirty cock. She giggled with a girlish delight and moved her head
upwards to lick at the head of my penis. She greatly anticipated my
orgasm. If there was one that I had learned in the last year was that
Marie, loved cum. She loved it in her pussy, her ass, in her mouth or
simply upon the skin of her body. Especially the face, she loved for
me to spot my load upon the smooth pale skin of her pixy face. I was
disgusted the first I did it, at myself for what I did to her. Yet,
she more than reassured me it was okay, she begged for me to do it
again!

	This time I was rough as I fucked her round tits. They were
barely large enough to use in this way, but I knew that they were very
sensitive and she seemed to love the rough treatment I gave her. Nor
did she care where my cock had just come from, I think she actually
enjoys the knowledge and maybe the taste of her own ass upon my shaft.
It was disgusting, degrading and filthy - but that is my wife.

	I did come very quickly. My pearl colored juices hit her chin
before she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch as much
as she could. She reveled in it, and she tried to wiggle lower, closer
to my cock so as not to miss a drop. Well it did, I let go of her
white breasts and squeezed the last drops from its shaft. They left
several telltale spots upon the smooth skin of her chest.

	"Lick me clean bitch." She did, with relish and hunger. She
tried to wipe the drops of cum upon her chest with her fingers, as she
often does before she sucks her digits clean, but I stopped her. "No.
You'll leave my cum on you until I give you permission otherwise is
that understood slut?"

	She giggled and spoke up from tonguing the ridge around the
head of my prick clean, "Yes dear. And baby?" She waited until I again
looked down into her eyes, "Happy anniversary lover." Marie meant it,
she always meant what she said.

	The next hour was spent in our bathroom, as we had a shower
together. My loving wife washed me from foot to head, not missing an
inch while I simply stood and enjoyed the hot water and her slow soft
hands. The proof of my enjoyment soon disappeared as the spray of the
water washed away my cum from her skin. I then watched as she quickly
washed her own body, not missing anyplace.

	Marie was beautiful, that was why it was difficult in the
beginning to use her the way she desired. She didn't look like a
common whore, a slut from the lowest dregs of society. In fact my
upper class wife looked like a lady. And to the most part she was. No
one that was in that church a year ago would even think I used her so
maliciously and she loved me more deeply each time. Nor could they
picture my lovely blonde wife kneeling in the center of a circle of
four guys, hungrily sucking their cocks.

	That was just one of the more recent episodes that I came
across. In the beginning it was little things, at least I only noticed
the smaller things. Marks upon her round bottom that looked like
someone had spanked her with a inch-wide belt. I saw what looked like
a bruise, the forth day of our honeymoon, on the lower side of her
breast that I figured to be a hickey.

	My lovely wife may look like a lady, but she was a lowly slut.
And after twelve months I use her as one. She, of course, loved it.
That is what this accounting is really about, why I sit here writing
about our anniversary. How different it was from what I would have
imagined just a single year ago.

	I actually contemplated resigning my position but the words
somehow formed in my mouth, "I have a special present for you Marie."
She beamed at me with happiness as she dried my wet body.

	"Another one?" She smiled at her joke, and by the look on her
face, I guessed Marie would have been pleased to be ass fucked yet
again.

	"Yup. Put some sexy clothes on and meet me in the living
room." I turned to leave, fearing my own plan. She had to dry and
pamper herself, and could effectively be another hour. My wife, a slut
or not, sill loved to spend time before a mirror.

	This wasn't the life I imagined or wanted when I said those
nasty two words, "I do"! In fact, there should be an easier way out of
the relationship I'm in - especially since I feel the woman that woke
me up this morning with her mouth is different than the one that stood
before that crowd a year ago to pledge her life to our marriage.

	I guessed what Marie would wear for me as she appeared in the
living room. She wore the white stockings, garters, heels, and a smile
- all from that memorable and horrible moment from a year ago. In a
way, this was her gift to me, herself as she had appeared on our
wedding day.

	This day was different. I had planned to undo what I did
wrong.

	She came around the door frame, walking slowly and eyeing me
seductively that didn't fit the image of the white clothing. Marie
came before me and stood there waiting for me. "Happy anniversary
lover! Is there anything else you want today?" She of course, meant
sexual. With my wife, it was always sexual.

	"Yes, in fact there is." I passed her the leather folder and a
pen.

	Marie was very surprised at this strange turn of events. "Open
and sign next to each red 'X' and be fast about it bitch!"

	Was my hand quivering as much as it felt, I didn't look at it,
worried I would give up my game before the cards were all dealt. Marie
opened and was about to follow my instructions, trusting me fully as
she had always done, when her eyes saw the subject line of the legal
document. She sputtered out, "'Document of Separation'?"

	I forced a smile, "Yes. And the others are similar. If you
turn to the last, you will see that its divorce papers. All back or
fore dated for your convenience Marie." Her eyes widened and I thought
she was about to start crying, she didn't, but her eyes watered up
considerably.

	When I first came up with this part of the plan, I thought my
slut of a wife wouldn't care less about our marriage. So I was
surprised at the look of emotion upon her face. Did she really care
about me and our life together? If so, why all the late evenings when
she returned home half undressed and smelling like a two bit whore?
Those thoughts passed through my head and hardened my resolve.

	"Why... ?!"

	I interrupted, "Shut up bitch. I sold you, but you can be
happy that I took a loss. Used goods are not as expensive as one may
think - experienced or not." And she had experience!

	Did she really think I didn't know about all those men? Marie
had hardly tried to hide her infidelity and my compiled proof about
her was easily come by. Photos, audio, even love notes in her own hand
writing could all be used as evidence if I needed.

	My wife dropped the folder and fell to her knees before me.
"God, why?" That question wasn't even worth the breath to answer, she
really did think I was stupid. She leaned towards me, her familiar
mouth near my exposed cock. "Please baby - is this some type of joke?"

	I reached out and grasped the back of her long blond hair and
pulled her towards me. I felt that wonderfully warm wet mouth engulf
me with a newfound passion as she tried to suck any divorce idea via
my cock. She moaned in delight, thinking that my rough handling of
her was my show of passion and determination to continue with our
marriage. She was wrong.

	I stroked her head and hair, "Its no joke Marie. Over the last
year I discovered you were not the woman I married. So, I'm divorcing
you." She tried to take her mouth from me to respond, but my hand
wouldn't allow it. "I love that woman who took those vows with me, but
you are just a shallow slut of that woman."

	Tears welled from her eyes and dropped to my stomach, I
finally pulled her from my cock and threw her before me on the
hardwood floor. "Sign the papers Marie, your new owners won't like to
be kept waiting."

	The moment she picked up the pen I knew I had won, that I had
a second chance for a life of love and commitment with a woman.
Another woman besides the one kneeling before me. I don't know why she
did it, maybe because she trusted me inexplicably or just because of
the degrading feeling of being sold. Marie greatly enjoyed being
degraded, the unknown that was presented before her must have felt
sweet to a woman desiring that. I guess I'll never know, but I don't
much care either.

	Marie signed on eight dotted lines, forever changing how our
lives would be from that moment forward. And her head hung down as she
followed the well dressed man from my house, a collar about her neck
and her wrists bound behind her. I didn't even know where she was
going, I didn't much care. After she signed the documents, our life
together was finished.

	Thats not the end of this little tale, no, instead I'll let
you know where I ended up after I sat smiling like an idiot by myself
for an hour after Marie was gone. Her scent was still in the air, her
clothes in my closet, and her memory very fresh, she would never truly
be gone. Yet, Marie's version of love was gone. As was the nights that
I lay alone in bed wondering who my wife was with. She was no longer
my problem, another man, a man rich and powerful enough to control a
slut like that now had that problem.

	I drove to Carol's house.

	You didn't think I was the docile and patient husband this
whole year do you. Yes, I'm being hypocritical but I don't give a
shit. Live a week in my marriage bed and live the lies and deceit that
my wife delivered almost daily to me and then try and judge what I do
on this day. My first and last anniversary.

	Carol was the woman I thought I had married a year ago. Shy,
quiet, gentle and very loving. The lady immediately saw the strange
look on my face and led me to her room. She undressed and guided me to
the bed. Still clothed she slowly made love to my body, making me
forget what I had to do that day with tender attentions. Carol very
much enjoyed sex, we had shared this relationship for several months,
and she knew how to best excite me. Slow, gentle motions eventually
leading to an explosive and mutual orgasm was usually the norm. She
knew how my marriage bed had been and our shared sex lives were
opposite from that extreme.

	Her lips kissed my neck even while her fingers stroked my
exposed cock to hardness. "I will marry you after the divorce Carol."

	"I know honey and I'll give you the wife you never had." She
knew of my marriage, being the one I confided in. "I love you!"

	I never doubted it.

	I was free and was loved as I always wished to be loved. That
was when it happened, I reached around Carol's head and grasped her
curly red hair in a firm grasp. Forcing her face back, I threw her off
me and onto her stomach. The cock that she had coaxed hard thrust
forward and between the curves of her ass. I forced myself into her
rectum and never even noticed the scream of pain and fear from the
woman who had just confessed her love for me.

	"Well bitch, you want to be my wife huh?!"

	Life is sometimes a vicious circle.

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