Swats from those paddles while nude and bent over in frontof whoever wanted to watch was very painful and embarrassing. Most pledges hadvery red puffy... asses throughout most of the two weeks of Hell Week. As I said earlier, I was always prowling around bored,watching TV, drinking beer or anything that didn't have to do with studying forclasses. The pledges were not getting any sleep since I was an active and upmost of the night. I told them to ignore me but they didn't believe it,thinking I was. My cock was by now rock hard just listening, as she continued telling me how he pulled her nearer to him and put his arms around her waist.It is one thing to imagine your wife fucking another man but for it to be a big cocked stud, at least I was hoping he had a big cock, for me that was all it had been, until this moment, my imagination. So the mere thought of my wife actually in the arms of this black man was incredible. I could not believe my ears.She continued as I began to slowly massage. Was it over she wondered, her brain racing from subject to subject, not stopping on any one of the thoughts long enough to form a logical answer. The next blow answered that question, it struck at the same point as the last round, this time downwards across her right hip the tip landing under the still fairly pert left buttock, it brought forth a groan, a loud gasping groan, as her pain increased by just one more stripe, two… three… crack, he had shortened the pause, the strike cut across both. I told everyone to go home because the cops were on the way and everyone scrammed, leaving the house a wreck. O'Rion and Delilah helped me clean up and pour out all the left over drinks. She left but O'Rion asked if he could stay over for the day. I smiled and approved.Before I knew it, he stripped down to his boxers and said "last one to your shower is a rotten bastard". I fell out laughing. I watched his ass bounce back and forth as he ran to the bathroom. I picked up his clothes and took.