For Better or Worse

Disclaimer:

If you're looking for something fun and sexy to get off to, you'll be better off moving along to something else. This isn't that kind of story.- DJ

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"Wake up, Edward."

Edward opened his bleary eyes. He tried to sit up and found he could not. "What the...?"

"Don't try and move. I've tied you down pretty tight. You'll only hurt yourself if you struggle, and I don't want that."

With an effort, Edward lifted his head from the pillow to find his wife of ten years sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed. "Amelia? What the hell...?"

Amelia stood, giving Edward a better look at her. Her usually tightly pinned brown hair was now loose and flowing as if freshly blow dried. Her face was free of makeup, not that she ever wore much anyway. She was clad in her favorite, tattered terry cloth bathrobe.

Arms clasped behind her back, her normally mild brown eyes now regarded him with both amusement and anger. "We need to talk, Edward. We've needed to for a long time. I've tried before, but you've refused to listen."

"Amelia, what the hell has gotten into you, woman? Untie me this instant, or so help me I'll..."

Edward yanked at the ropes tied to his wrists, only to wince in pain as the already tight knots dug deeper into his flesh.

"I warned you," Amelia smirked. "Now hold still and let me speak. I'll gag you if I have to, but I don't want to do that either."

Edward glared at her, "What's this all about? Have you lost your..."

THWAP!

The whip Amelia had concealed behind her back lashed out so quickly, he had no time to register it before the sharp sting of pain on his calves made him howl in rage and anguish.

"You bitch! I swear to God I'll..."

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The whip stung him three times, each harder than the last.

Tears ran from his eyes. "Amelia, stop! Please, I beg..."

THWAP!

"Edward, my dear, darling husband. Do me a favor, please?"

Edward's eyes widened in terror as she lifted the whip high.

"Shut..."

THWAP!

"...the fuck..."

THWAP!

"...UP!"

THWAP THWAP!

Amelia stood quietly as she waited for his cries and whimpers to cease before sitting beside his supine, naked body on the bed.

"Ten years," she sighed. "Ten years to the day I stood before God, friends and family and pledged myself to you. And what do I have to show for it? A husband who's never once tended to MY needs.

"I'm trapped in this house while you work all day, every day. You come home to a clean house and a cooked meal and a loving wife who opens her legs for you whenever you demand it. No matter how tired I am, no matter my mood."

"It's your wifely duty," Edward interjected. He quickly understood his error when the whip lashed at him again.

"My DUTY?" Amelia growled. "And what about your duty to me, Edward? Your promise to love, honor and cherish?

"How honored do you think it makes me feel for you to come to bed every night, roll on top of me, pump away for five minutes before rolling over and leaving me to tend to myself while you snore the night away?

"Ten years, Edward. In ten years, you've never once given me an orgasm. You refuse oral sex, you refuse any kind of foreplay, you pay no heed to my needs, my desires. Only yours."

Amelia stood, dropping her robe to the floor. "That ends today."

Despite the situation, Edward could not help but drink in her glorious nudity. Age had done nothing to diminish her beauty. To the contrary, maturity had only made her more attractive, more alluring. His eyes traced the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. The smooth, flat plane of her abdomen that guided him to the padded mound of flesh just above her cleft.

A mound that was now bereft of hair. "You like it?" Amelia winked. "Just had it waxed. Professionally. Yes, another woman saw my private parts, imagine that!"

Climbing on the bed, Amelia moved herself over him, straddling his face. "Here, take a better look. You've never been this close before, have you?"

Edward's world quickly became reduced to only the view of her sex; soft pink labia poking out from plump vulva.

Amelia parted them with her fingers. "Look, see here? This little bump under the hood at the top? That's my clit, Edward. The part I'm always wishing I could touch while you flounder away over me, but you pin my arms down so I can't move. I have to wait until later, when you're asleep, to take care of it."

Amelia parted her pussy lips further, fully exposing her button. The scent of her bath soap and body lotion filled his nostrils, along with a darker, muskier scent.

"You're going to lick me, Edward," Amelia instructed. "You're going to lick and suck at my clit until I cum. And you're going to make a genuine effort at it. Because if you don't..." The sound of the whip cracking air startled him.

Grabbing his hair with her free hand, Amelia lowered herself over his mouth.

Edward at first still refused to cooperate. The whip thrashing against his hip finally persuaded him to comply. His tongue darted out tentatively to make contact with her flesh. It was hot, salty, and already slick.

Her taste wasn't nearly as repulsive as he'd expected. And despite himself, the scent of her sex quickened his pulse, and he could feel the blood rushing to engorge his now twitching cock.

Amelia was moaning above him as she coached his efforts. "Yes, that's it, that spot right there. Lick it, faster, more intense, more pressure. Steady now, don't change your...oh, fuck, yes, right there, right there!"

Her hips bucked as she rocked over his face. Edward struggled to breathe as she pushed him still deeper into her, his tongue and jaw now aching with their exertions. He was coated in her juices, her... secretions. The thought of it repulsed him, emasculated him, and yet his cock throbbed more urgently with each passing moment, til he felt sure he might actually ejaculate without so much as a stroke.

Amelia, meanwhile, appeared to be drawing close as well, her movements becoming more urgent over him, as did her cries of pleasure. Cries Edward had never heard from her before during their coupling. She sounded wild, brazen. Like those sluts in the videos, the ones he would watch on the computer when his wife wasn't around, then pray for forgiveness while he mopped up the mess.

His wife was creating quite the mess herself as her climax gripped her. Edward had always considered the female orgasm a myth, but the way Amelia writhed over him, head tossed back, eyelids fluttering wildly, her voice a cacophony of high pitched wails and gasps, certainly lent evidence to the truth of it. That and ever increasing amount of sticky residue left behind on his stubbled chin.

With a last, satisfied sigh, Amelia moved off his face. "Finally! It's about damn time! Not bad for your first time eating pussy, Eddie, not bad at all."

Edward growled at the hated nickname, the nickname he'd insisted she was never, EVER to call him by. The nickname his mother had called him. The nickname that made him feel like a BOY, not a grown man.

Still, he wisely held back his anger, as Amelia still brandished the whip. Instead, he forced a smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. If that's what this was all about, then fine, you've proved your point. Now untie me and we can..."

Amelia's sharp laughter cut him off. "Oh, my dear husband, do you honestly think I'm that naive? That after ten years I can't see the rage seething behind your eyes? Oh no, I imagine if I was stupid enough to fall for that, my night would end with a trip to the emergency ward. Or worse yet, the morgue. No, I think I'll leave you right there."

Amelia looked contemplative as she ran the length of the whip over his torso in a slow, lackadaisical manner. "I don't think you truly get it yet, do you? There is no 'WE.' Not anymore. Not for a long time, really.

"When we first got together, I just didn't know any better. We were both saving ourselves for marriage, and I respected you for that, for not trying to pressure me into it beforehand.

"Then came our wedding night. And after, I thought, 'Well, I'm sure it'll get better with time.' And yet it never did. But any time I tried to broach the subject, you just got angry; quoted scripture at me, ranted about the dangers of the perversion of the flesh."

Amelia had been twirling the whip loosely as she spoke. Her face twisted in sudden anger, and Edward braced himself for the blow. Despite his best effort, he could not contain his cry of pain as she lashed out at him again.

"Oh, do shut up, Edward," Amelia snapped. "You expect me to show mercy? How much mercy did you show me on those nights you wanted sex, but I was tired, exhausted, sick? 'It's your wifely duty, Amelia! A godly woman's place is in submission to her husband!' I just thank God I never got pregnant. And, speaking of, it's definitely not MY fault, despite your insistence. My reproductive organs are working just fine, I've been checked several times. But you've refused to have your swimmers tested, haven't you? Why is that, Edward? Afraid you might find out you're not man enough to knock up your own wife?"

"You insolent bitch!" Edward struggled vainly against his bonds, blood dripping from his wrists as he pulled.

Amelia smiled thinly. "Bitch, eh? I'll wear that label gladly, Edward. Because this bitch is done putting up with you and your bullshit."

Amelia threw herself over his supine form, her full, natural breasts pressed to his chest as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "But first, I want to show you something. Something you've been missing out on, all these years."

Edward felt his wife's hot breath on his neck as she kissed him, her tongue and lips stimulating his bare flesh as she slowly moved her way down his body, her target obvious and, despite his impotent rage, quite eagerly anticipating her arrival.

Anger gave way to fear as she reached her destination. "Amelia, please, don't."

Amelia just grimaced at him. "Hmm, those words sound familiar. Where have I heard them before? Ah, yes. Coming from my mouth. All those times you raised your hands to me. Well I'm in charge now, Eddie. So mind your words because now I'm the one in position to inflict pain."

Amelia emphasized the last word by clicking her teeth together in a biting motion just over the head of his cock, her meaning obvious.

But then her lips embraced the almost purple tip. And suddenly all of Edward's anger slipped away, replaced by an unfamiliar yet exquisite feeling. A feeling far different from what he experienced during intercourse. There was warmth, yes, and wetness. But there was also suction, the pressure increasing as she slowly, methodically took him in her mouth.

Edward gasped as his wife gripped him by the root, tugging in tandem with the motion of her head as she bobbed on him. He writhed uncontrollably as she worked, electric current flowing from his already over-stimulated cock to spread through every nerve ending of his body.

This was so, so wrong. It was a deviant act, one performed only by whores and homosexuals. And yet he could not deny the pleasure coursing through him, the ecstasy, the euphoria. Again he felt the familiar tingles, deep within, bubbling and boiling over, ready to burst.

Amelia felt it too, and pulled off him. His cock twitched angrily, drops of precum oozing from the tip.

Edward growled in frustration, only to be silenced with a crack of the whip on his thigh. Then Amelia resumed her oral activity, sucking and tugging, drool running freely from her lips, down her chin, drops pooling on his tightly drawn balls. Everytime, she brought him to the brink. Everytime, she stopped just short of the tipping point.

Edward lost track of time, forgot about the binds that tied him, and why he was tied. He no longer felt the ropes chafing at his wrists and ankles, no longer felt the stinging pain from the welts the whip had inflicted on him.

All he could feel was her lips, her tongue, her mouth as she took him to the hilt without so much as a gag. In all his years he'd never felt a pleasure like this, never felt so completely out of control and happy to be so.

And then, just as his cock, his brain, his entire essence PLEADED for release, she pulled away, denying him yet again.

"Please, Amelia, please!" Edward cried. "Please, I need to cum, I'll do anything, I'll eat your pussy, eat your ass, anything you want! I'll change! I'll be more attentive to your needs, more appreciative, more compassionate. I'm begging you, please, just please, just finish this, I can't take it anymore!"

Amelia looked at him, and for a moment, Edward thought he saw sympathy, and the love in her eyes he'd once known, a long time ago.

And then it faded, to be replaced by sadness, and resignation. "I almost believe you, Edward. Almost. But we both know how fast this tune will change when the ropes come undone."

Amelia moved away from the bed to her dresser, retrieving a manilla envelope from the top drawer. "I had these drawn up by our lawyer. I'll expect you to sign them. Don't worry, I don't want anything from you, Edward. Not a fucking penny. I just want you out of my life, for good."

"Divorce? Is that what you're talking about, woman? You think I'd actually give you a divorce? As God is my witness, I..."

"Fuck you and fuck your God!" In a rage, Amelia stormed towards the bed, pausing only long enough to scoop up a pair of his boxers, the boxers he'd worn to bed, the boxers she'd stripped off of him before tying him up while he'd slept.

The dirty boxers she now shoved in his mouth to quiet his protests. "I don't need him, or you. Trust me, I checked." She threw the envelope on his chest. "No Fault. Again, I don't want anything except my personal belongings. I'm going to my sister's in Seattle. She's got a spare room for me, and a position at her salon. I used to enjoy being a stylist, it'll be nice to get back into it again."

Amelia went to her wardrobe and began to pick out various articles of clothing. Edward watched, confused and angry, as she dressed.

Grabbing her purse and a suitcase she'd apparently packed beforehand, Amelia turned at the bedroom door to face him one last time.

"I'll die happy if I never see your face again, Edward. Do us both a favor and make this easy, just sign. I'm leaving for Seattle this afternoon. I'll be sending for the rest of my effects in the next few days, I'll make the arrangements and inform you by email."

Amelia eyed his cock with amusement; despite the prolonged lapse in attention, it was still rock hard and pleading for release.

"Oh, the cleaning service isn't coming today; I rescheduled for tomorrow morning, 9am. I told them we'd both be out but to let themselves in with the key under the mat."

Edwards' eyes bulged in horror as the realization sunk in that she planned to leave him this way till then. He tried to plead, his voice muffled by the mouthful of soiled cotton undies currently lodged firmly in his mouth.

Ignoring his protests, Amelia turned her back on him.

"Ten years ago today, we pledged ourselves to each other, for better or worse. Well, I gotta tell ya, Eddie, you were absolutely the worst."

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Edward could faintly hear her final words from the other side.

"Now, it's about damn time I made my life better."

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AUTHORS AFTERWARDS

So this is obviously a far cry from my usual fun and sexy fare. Not sure why, honestly. But I suppose not every story has to be a happy one.

Wanna thank my good friend

Emily Miller.

for proofreading and for her helpful suggestions. If there are still errors, blame me, not her.

I'd also like to thank fellow LE author

Eosphorus

for letting me bounce a few ideas off him as I was working this thing out.

And my thanks as always to you, the reader, for taking the time to read my work.