((Note: The following scene intention was to illustrate the mental instability of Maxwell Stone as well as to show off the personality of Sammy. I took great care to not glorify their relationship while alluding to safe practices to the extreme end of the sexual spectrum. However after having this project I been working on postpone for a week when I am releasing two chapters a week for… I can only assume graphic content in Chapter 2.0, I have heavily censored this for Literotica. Sorry if the pacing strange since I cut out content wholesale instead further rewriting this three year project.))

For as much as he abhors his adulterous cow of a wife, these moments of mental instability made him remember the woman he married. Sure, it was concerning that they could only have enjoyable sex with the threat of death hanging in the air, but the amount of trust she had for him was admirable. As they made their way to the bed, she was blissfully smiling. He did not dare turn the safety off since she would know instantly if he did. Maxwell gave her what she wanted by offering her shoulder a hard smack with the butt of his Dragoon to make her knees buckle, “Move faster, scum. Do you have any idea what is going to happen to you?”

“No, Sir, Officer. What do you plan on doing to me?” She came to a complete stop at the edge of the bed, being a glutton for more than just chips, Sammy’s eyes never leaving his utility belt. At the same time, she continued to taunt him, “You haven’t read me my rights, Sir. I am so scared.” While her last two redeemable qualities were outside her control, the third was very much in her power: the best active listener. The first piece of equipment that he grabbed from his belt was his taser.

A signature electric pop of the taser rang through the air. Sammy was feigning escape by climbing on the bed when he turned the power to the highest setting, seven, and pressed it to her ribs. Her body spasms uncontrollably with the crackling of the electricity and from the pleasure long after he put the taser away. Officer Stone pressed his benefit, climbing on top of her, knees on both sides of her body. Stone followed through, roughly pinning her body to the bed with a strange sound. When their hips hit the sheets, a sound similar to Gack filled the room; hearing her excessive wetness was a great mixture of gross and erotic.

While Sammy was still creaming herself, Max handcuffed her hands together, “Listen here you, heifer, right now you don’t have any rights.” He brought down the collapsible plastic baton across the back of her thigh. Strangely, he had a lot of experience with impact play in their relationship, so he held back just enough to make it sting. This brought her back to reality, realizing that his knees were to the back of hers, spreading her. Stone at all times had the problem of underestimating how much pain she could take. Her first reaction was to press herself into the front of his jeans, letting out a sultry-sounding sigh, the rubber of her panties squeaking through the room, “Moooore moooore.”

‘God, I can never go back to old-fashioned vanilla sex.’

Max licked his lips as he pulled from her, signalling to stop with an exceptional amount of pressure on the back of her knees. She got the message, but it left him unsatisfied to not even hear as much as a whimper from her. The glorious view of her phat ivory ass being barely contained in her thoroughly drenched panties almost made up for it, but he wanted tears. Several whips with his baton across her behind as her arse tantalizingly jiggled with each measure blow.

After she started to brace herself for one more, Stone stopped mid-swing catching his breath for a moment. His concern for Sammy won out over his pain lust. Tears glistened in her eyes as she growled, “Is that all you got, bitch?! I bet you don’t have the slightest clue what a real cop would–!”

He blacked out for an unclear time ranging from one to five solid minutes. All he heard was a low-pitched ringing that sounded soft alongside what he wondered was the sound of wet hands clapping. Then, finally, reality came back to Stone sense by sense. Touch was first, as it felt like his entire upper body was on fire and shaking from sudden intense emotion. The sound was next as he finally registered the low ringing as the now fading screams of Sam. What he saw made him drop the baton he was still clutching. Sam was relentlessly riddled with rectangular marks from the countless blows from her lower back to her calves. The white was only visible in her eyes as she lay on her cheek in a puddle of tears and drool. Stone couldn’t tell if she was breathing, so he immediately tried to uncuff her.

Samatha’s sharp green eyes suddenly returned as she weakly pushed his hands away before wincing. A mixture of confusion and anger was on her face, as if she no longer recognized him. Maxwell scooted away and prepared to get their aftercare kit, “My God, Sam, I am so sorry; I–“

“The fuck are you doing?!” Her response back to him left them both confused now. They were in two completely different mindsets as it dawned on Sam a little late what just happened, “Oh holy shit, Max, that wasn’t just an act or something? I have never seen you so angry, but I thought we were roleplaying. Are you okay? Wanna talk about it?” While Stone processed her words and figured out how to reply, he began to have a little introspective about their marriage.

It was not their first time with gunplay. When Sam and Max were married, knives moved from empty guns to police equipment. This was just their first time using real bullets, too. The reaction he finally received left him hard enough to use his salami to play a game of whack-a-mole without a hammer. His wife was still panting underneath him as if she had just finished running a marathon through a forest of batons. A sheen of sweat and lady jism clung to her body, which made the bruises look more alluring. Marinating in a sauce of her own making, Sammy’s eyes lowered to his erection before scooting closer to her dazed husband. Hiding her playful smile by biting down on her bottom lip, muffling her whimpers for his sake. Sam needily ground against the tent in his pants, adding constant mice-like squeaks to the air that mingled with her pleas, “Come on! Please! Enough foreplay, Officer! Make me earn my freedom, Stone.”

His flashlight, pepper spray, pens, radio, and pencils were scattered everywhere while she continued to stain his jeans. Further, sending his police tools around by unzipping and discarding his uniform pants only made Sam rub against him more aggressively. Her attacks solely focused on his cock once he finally whipped it out. It was then that Max noticed something abnormal, outside of how divine Sammy’s skin seems to feel today: his pole. He was above average in length with enough girth to never feel insecure about his meat pistol. What was different was the sheer hardness and swollenness across his length. Stone throbbing to the point of pain while it looked like every vein was visible. His horniness made his vision tunnel and his common sense dissipate.

Grabbing Sam’s soft waist to end her noisy teasing as she gasps at feeling him prod at the entrance of her ass without removing her panties. Even with her inhuman wetness that lubed every inch of her, he was still having trouble, unable to realize the simple solution. Her resistance and his maddening erection having discord, “Wait– Ugh– Just take off the– Fuck, why are you so god damn huge today!?”

Stone was single-mindedly focused on relieving himself as her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her panties felt like a thick condom as he sunk into her clutching depths. The rubber made it so that he could enjoy it longer as several mini convulsions rocked her body. Sam resisted stalwartly as she buried her face in the pillow with the string of curses barely muffled. All of this only stroked the fire of his lust as the sound of his hips meeting her rump steadily got louder and more frequent. Samatha involuntarily moaned before growling when Maxwell roughly jerked her head upwards with a handful of her hair, “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck!”

She chanted in timing with every slap his balls, drenched in her sauce, slapped across her pussy through the rubber. This got Max towards the edge that he longingly desired. He was gonna pound the stubbornness out of her while further tenderizing her cushiony, sore behind. Tears finally streak down her face as her body seizes uncontrollably. What was a cross between moos, sobs, and groans was what came out of her orgasm.

What little control was in his thrusts was gone as he feverishly plunders her booty for all it was worth. Sammy sensed this and rocked her hips against him. Pulling out all the stops as she swayed her hips from side to side while perfectly matching his place. The walls of her ass felt like they were gripping and wringing him until, finally, his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. They greedily pressed against each other; this made the panties rip. Her impossibly hot and wet flesh was the sprinkles on top of this perfect creampie. Flooding her guts with what felt like a worrying amount of seed, his vision faltered as Sammy sounded like she was underwater, “My God, this has been some of the best– Huh?”

Samatha enjoyed the lewd warmth in her intestines when Maxwell flopped beside her on the bed, exhausted. She knew he wouldn’t sleep long, so she quickly washed and changed into a fresh yet similar outfit.

After an hour nap, Maxwell woke up with a begin. His first wondered was his wife. Guilty that their session might have gone too far but to his surprise, she greeted him, practically skipping. Then, in a fresh pair of rubber undergarments, as she sat next to him and hugged him tightly, Stone questioned, “Are you alright?”

“Duh? Don’t forget, Maxie; I used to be in the Sand Army.” She feigned being offended but kissed his cheek regardless. Maxwell strangely couldn’t recall this for some reason though it sounded familiar, “Still, I don’t want to hurt you too much, Sam.”

“Ugh, the only thing you did that hurt me was not playing with my tits, for fucks sake.” She playfully said before rolling up her bra to perform an S-class titty drop. Spending the next hour casually catching up with her while fondling her breast and teasing her nipples. He got a little too into both things, which made him rush to get up. They shared a farewell kiss, with Samatha promising another round when he came home tonight.