After I'd looked out the window and not seen her, I decided it was safe to leave. I opened the garage door and backed the car out. It was explosively ...hot. Spring in Las Vegas. It felt like Hell, and to make sure I knew it was Hell, there sat Alice, on the porch, beside the front door, in a patch of shade, not looking at anything. I made sure to close the garage door, staring at its white panels moving down through the sunlight and urging it on. Hurry, hurry! By the time it was down I saw spots.. Some nights were cautious, but still loving. Others were frantic, hours-long orgies of every act and position we could think of. We were competing to repair the painful wreckage of our marriage, the result of my infidelity, but also of her planned revenge. It was a new awakening for us, but one still tainted with betrayal.At times, I wondered if I could be tempted again, whether a woman with her sights set on dragging me into that pit of deceit could eventually take me there again and pull me. I climb to my knees and move in front of her, straddling her thighs and take my wet, hard cock in my right hand and begin stroking. I make long, measured strokes up and down the shaft, aiming the swollen tip at my girl’s torso reclining before me. Her skin is glowing with the perspiration of our exuberant fuck. I glance quickly over at Lynnette and Steve, who are transfixed with anticipation. Talia breathlessly urges me on. “C’mon, Rog…pump your beautiful cock for me! Stroke it good! Pump it up. If he hadn't been secured to the heavy horse, the blow would have knocked him to the floor. He gasped for air, unable to yell. The fire of the explosion spread outward from the impact, and the woman paused to let him feel the full effect.When he recovered his breath, Robert realized that the torture on the cross had been mere preparation -- to get his endorphins flowing. Without the preparation he couldn't have taken this first blow of the prison strap. Though accustomed to having his ass.