My wife has been acting like a terrible witch lately.

I don't want to make love to her.

I don't even want to fuck her.

I just want to user her. If she enjoys it, that's fine- but its not imperative.

I want to user her lips to wet the tip of my dick.

Once I'm hard,I want to stroke it in front of her face. I want her to watch it bob up and down in front of her, glistening with her own saliva.

I want her to know that her future involves my hard shaft sliding into her open mouth, filling up the space between her teeth, and seeking it's pleasure from her lips to her throat... I want her to see me throbbing and bulging, and anticipate me entering her mouth, but I don't care whether she anticipates it with pleasure or revulsion.

Then I want to make sure that her anticipation, whether good or bad, is fulfilled, I want to stuff my cock into her mouth- the same mouth that has been so critical and nagging the past few days.

I want to masturbate with her mouth, and pull her in whatever direction best fits my desires in each moment...

I want her to taste my precum forming at the tip and flavoring her spit, but not as an intimate or even a freaky act. I want her to taste my precum as an undeniable statement of my pleasure.

Then I want to begin thrusting my cock in and out.

I don't care if she is turned on by the kink of the act. I want her to get wet though, so I want to slide a finger under her panties and fidget with her clit while I use her mouth.

I want to mount her face and spread her legs. I want to eat her while I feed her.

As part of my pleasure, I want to taste her pussy. I want to nibble on her, and lick her- but I don't care if she cums or not.

When I am good and ready, and satisfied with the amount of pussy I have eaten and the amount of cock she has eaten, I want to turn her over and level my cock at her pink pussy.

Then I want to slide it in, savoring every feel of her slippery snatch.

I want to bend her every which way, and really have my way with her.

I want pound in and out, deep and hard.

I want to see her body quiver, not for her pleasure but for my own visual stimulation.

I want to feel her tight pussy gradually loosen from the intensity of my thrusting.

I want to use her pussy the way I used her mouth. She probably will enjoy it, but that is not the goal.

I want to use her as long as I want, on my time not hers.

And when I am good and ready, when I have used her wet pussy to stimulate my pulsing cock to the brink of a powerful orgasm, I want to pull out.

Then I want to place my quivering dick on her lips, and tell her to open her mouth. I want to stroke it, and rub it against her tongue until I finally explode. I want to see streams of my creamy warm cum rocketing into her mouth, and splashing down her tongue.

I don't care if she enjoys it, but I want her to experience my taste as the ultimate indicator of my pleasure, of my orgasm.

I want her to taste me and know that she has served an important purpose for my dick.

In this way, she will have made up for constant belittlement and insult. If she can deliver pain, she ought to be able to cope with being used for pleasure. So what if she doesn't make my heart feel good. Maybe she can make my cock tremble and gasp with such intensity that I forget all about the injury she does me with her words.

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While I was writing this she started bitching me out about the cleanliness of the living room. Nothing in the living room is mine. I am torn between two wants: wanting to shut her up by cramming my stuffing my dick in her mouth; and wanting to avoid any kind of sex with her altogether, for fear of her getting pleasure I don't feel she deserves.