Once the bedroom door closed behind him Stacey had to stifle a sob and fight the urge to cry. She was disgusted with herself for rejecting and being d...isinterested in her own husband. For the first time ever Stacey was not looking forward to making love to her husband but dreading it, this sickened her more than anything. Almost every other time Frank returned home, by this time she would have her legs wrapped around Frank’s waist. Stacey would practically jump him at the door once they even did. Again she moved her body like a joy stick, she took aim and this time she plunged her cunt right onto the head of my dick and this time my cock broke into that forbidden barrier. My cock was smothered by dampness, warmth and an unusual tightness. I felt the head of my cock slam against the furthest part of her vagina. Before I could respond or react with a second thrust, she again pulled off my dick, and my cock slammed against my belly for the second time. I’m not sure were my wife was at this. He had no shirt on anyway, so the effect was enough to take her breath away. “You didn’t wear underwear today? You were a very naughty boy!” she smiled, drinking in the sight of him. “You might need to be punished.” “Oh punish me, my goddess, however you see fit.” Oh she would, she thought. Remembering the flogger from earlier, she went and grabbed it off the wall. “On the bed now, on your back,” she ordered, breathing a little fast. “Yes my goddess,” he responded, and laid down as ordered.. She puts her mouth to mine, biting off a small piece as she force-feeds the larger portion into my own mouth. I feel more loved than I have ever felt before. Time passes without notice – a few minutes, an hour. There is nothing between us except for our love, our words, and our caresses. Without warning, I realize that I am becoming hard again. I try – unsuccessfully – to ignore my budding urge. But that’s silly – she feels it as soon as I do. With a.