Oliver came home one day, from a challenging time working as a psychologist, a long day, with his head aching and his body almost folding in on itself. He wanted nothing more than his STUNNING, 5’ 7” blonde wife Sarah to cook him up some of her famously tasty food, and maybe, if he was lucky, the two of them would have a treat of some sexy times later.
On his arrival home, Oliver heard the lustful and desirable moaning of his voluptuous wife coming from their bedroom. Perhaps he thought, she was getting herself warmed up and ready for some fun tonight. She always did enjoy a warm up orgasm or two. On entering the room, he purposely didn’t look at the situation, choosing to look around for toys, looking for clues as to the kind of sexy mood she was in. Looking around, he saw some handcuffs, a paddle, a remote-control vibrator and an electrical stimulation kit. All very kinky, all very exciting to Oliver. However, it was on further inspection that Oliver saw something that made him purely apoplectic with rage. He saw a man, kneeling behind his wife, ravaging her from behind. Forcing himself into Oliver ’s wife. By this point, the man had noticed the intrusion, but Oliver didn’t care. He could understand, even desire, his wife being with another WOMAN but a man? Oliver drew the line there, he considered that cheating. He grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck, not caring for his name, his dignity or his clothes, and threw him out the front door. Sarah had noticed the intrusion by this point, begging and pleading with Oliver to stop, or at the very least give the man his keys. Eventually Oliver relented, gave the man his keys and only his keys, and turned to his wife.
“How on earth could you do that to me? You know how much I despise the idea of any other man even SEEING your body, let alone seeing it like that?”
Sarah went to open her mouth, but Oliver cut her off, bluntly stating, “I’ve spent my entire life studying to be a psychologist to try and help people, put their mind and psyches back together. It’s about time I put that to good use in the opposite direction. Soon, you start your training as your punishment for this, slut.”
Sarah looked almost taken aback by that last word, looked to speak, but meekly shook her head, and understood her position. Oliver realised that breaking her may not be as easy or as fun as he once thought.