Greta's journey

“He was with me most of the time. There’s no way he cheated on you that day. He is not going to leave you, he loves you to death”, Adam said, the smoke of the cigarette exiting his mouth, the smell filling the hotel room where they had checked in a couple of hours earlier.

“To death means to my death, and I feel it’s coming sooner than later. And how can you be 100% he did not cheat?” Greta replied, pulling the sheets to cover her exposed breasts. 

Adam’s cum was still warm between her tits and on her belly, but she had never felt any guilt in messing up the sheets in hotels, wrapping her body and not caring if body fluids would leave a mess. It wasn’t her job to clean up, for once, and she took the advantage.

“I mean, he wouldn’t be the only one to cheat in the relationship, let’s be honest”, Adam replied.

“And you? You loved Linda to death as well? When did that stop?”
“It stopped since… well how long have we been fucking, Greta?” Mike jocked, covering his head from a light slap Greta tried to land on his forehead.
“Don’t put it on me… you wanted to divorce her for other reasons than me sucking your dick every other week”
“I know, I know… it just… ended with her”
She just ended.

“Sometimes time goes by, your routine becomes the only thing you see, and one of the two is not happy anymore. She looked like she only wanted to be “a wife”, not even specifically my wife. Just as she was acting out a character. And I wanted a love story, and our love story never really started. You and Mike are totally different: you are full of life and interests, and he is in love. I think you are safe”.
“You think”.
“I believe. I would very much miss you if he ever decided to terminate you”
Greta rolled over on her side, facing Adam.
“What would you miss the most about me?”
“This, this little moments where we can be ourselves and just have a chat”
“Only that?”
“That, and how your skin looks with my cum all over it, of course”
“Word is that your cum is on some young meat too, you know”
“It is. Life is short Greta, why not live it to the fullest?”
“Speaking of that… how did it feel to cut Linda’s head?”
“Oh my… that’s a way to change the direction of a conversation…”
“I want to know… it terrifies me as much as it fascinates me. It looked very violent, like you had to put all your strength into it”
“I did put all my strength into it… although it was probably not necessary. She had a slender neck and the blade was really sharp”
“And how did it feel to put an end on someone’s life?”
“I didn’t think much of it at the moment. Her life was over the moment I decided to divorce her… what I did that day just made it official”
“Can you imagine walking towards you, on the stage, knowing you are not walking back again? Every time you leave a room, you will never go back in it. Last time you wake up, last time you take a shower, last time you put makeup on. It’s… obsessing to me”
“It’s just part of life itself. It’s just a passage”
“For you, maybe. For us it’s the moment we stop existing. Because you make the decision of closing our life, to erase what we are in the blink of an eye. She was kneeling there, and Mike was trying to look down her blouse to her tits one last time. She was living, and breathing, and a second later her head was no longer a part of her body and my husband hard on was her legacy on earth”
“I cannot tell if you are horrified or aroused, to be honest”
“I am definitely both”

“Then why don’t you stand up from this bed and get on your knees there, on the floor? Like she did to allow me to cut her head”
Greta obeyed with a smile. She loved when someone gave her orders, especially out of the blue like that.
She stood up, leaving the cum stained sheets on the bed, carrying over a pillow to protect her knees.
Adam stood up on the other side of the bed, enjoying the sight of Greta slipping into her more submissive self.
“Did Linda had a pillow under her knees when I severed her head?”
“No daddy,” Ginevra replied, in a guilty voice, leaving the pillow behind and kneeling on the floor.

Adam approached her, his cock stiffening up to the sight of his mistress ready to please him again; he walked around her, making her feel his presence closer and closer, his power over her growing every second.

“That was bad of you, Greta”, said Adam, putting his hand on her chin, forcing a couple of fingers in her mouth, for Greta to suck on.
“I think I might have to divorce you, like I did with Linda”
“I’m sorry, Daddy”, Greta replied, looking Adam in the eyes from her position, begging for punishment as Adam pulled out his fingers from the warm embrace of her lips and tongue.
“You are naked, with my dry cum on your tits, Greta”

“I know Daddy, thanks for your cum”
“How would you feel being disposed of as a dead body naked, with my dry cum on your tits, Greta?”
“That would be so humiliating, Daddy”
“Do you deserve more?”
“No I don’t, Daddy”
“Good girl, Greta,” said Adam, stroking his cock more and more, getting closer and closer to Greta’s face.
“Since our time is running out, I’m gonna cum on your tongue and then I will terminate you”
Greta pulled out her tongue, excited by the roleplay.
“What do you say before pulling out your tongue, Greta?”
“Thank you Daddy for allowing me to swallow your cum”
“Good girl, Greta, good girl” said Adam, sliding his hard cock in Greta’s mouth one last time before they had to leave the hotel room and go back to their respective lives.

Greta enjoyed being so submissive to Adam, but now that she had witnessed him terminating his wife, she felt even more excited. He had shown all his power as a true man, choosing a method that implied a strong act of violence; and he had performed that to perfection, ending Linda for good. She wasn’t alive anymore; he had decided she had to stop being alive, and transformed her into a lifeless body to be disposed of. That strong man had now his cock down her throat, getting all the pleasure he could from her head. The one she still had attached to her body, as she had survived Adam’s wife, and was there ready to do anything to dry Adam’s balls from all the cum he could produce.

Sure, if Mike ever discovered her acts with Adam that would mean an immediate divorce, and her losing her life, probably in front of Adam himself, with him getting one last hard on watching her die horribly before sliding his cock into someone else and forgetting all about her a minute later. But at this moment, as Adam’s cock grew bigger in her mouth seconds before exploding, all she could think of was that she had to live life to the fullest, like Adam said, and try not to worry too much about being terminated.

As she tried to push out of her brain the idea of Mike cutting her own head, splatting her blood and spinal fluids on the floor for everyone to see, Greta heard her phone vibrate in her purse: someone was trying to reach out to her. Was it Mike? He was supposed to be in the gym for at least another hour, but maybe he had stopped working out earlier. She was supposed to be with Anastasia, her friend who had covered her affairs since high school… Did she mess up and get caught by Mike alone? Had he figured everything out?

Greta felt the panic rising to the point of wanting to puke… until she realized that, almost like on autopilot, she had continued sucking on Adam’s cock and he was about to cum down her throat. That very throat Mike could attempt to cut if only he knew what she was doing.