“I’m not sure,” he answered, and she pulled her lips away with an exaggerated pout. The look in her eyes warned him that, if he persisted, this ...would be no lighthearted conversation.“This is important to you, isn’t it?” He gently nudged her a little farther away before continuing. “Tell me why.”“It’s not important to you?”I feel like I’m standing amidst a cloud of angry wasps, all of them ready to sting the moment I make the wrong move. “Tell me what you mean, specifically, and I’ll answer as. This is big, and I need to be sure about it all,"I said."Let me in so that I can inspect it and make sure that it fitssecurely," she said.And to that I opened the door, with my pants down showing the steelcage locked onto my most valued appendage. She inspected it closelyand hurt me a little while tying to pull it off. Just seeing her, andsmelling her so close to me, triggered an involuntary attempt to gethard, thought the device quickly squashed that, and with a bit of painI might add. This. She hasn’t acted this domineering before, but he’s aroused following her commands. She directs him to lie on the floor and his adulterous wife straddles her husband’s face. He covers her used cunt with his mouth. A thick stream of cum pours from his wife’s cunt down his throat.“Ugggh...that’s a lot of cum.”“He has nice big balls. I could tell he was giving me a big load. I couldn’t wait for you to get home to clean me up.”The juices slow to a trickle and he tongues her perineum to her. Her breathing was already shallow and uneven. She imagined his hands parting her legs roughly, using her; his long fingers crudely spearing her. She instinctively pressed her knees together beneath the blanket. He would hurt her, she knew, but it was a hurt she craved from him. It was a connection, a way to feed the darkness in his soul. He needed her for this. Her eyes peered into the darkness, flitting back and forth nervously. She felt the familiar bubble of panic and excitement ripple up.