”“True, but it was selfish of me to think that you should change all your plans based on the day I picked. But forget that, it’s water under the... bridge, as you said. You really have been making good decisions and good choices in almost every instance. Just think about what I said. I didn’t want to put a damper on things.”I chuckled, “Put a damper on sex between us? Even that very first time you were pretty wild!”“So I had a bit of aggression and a lot of horniness to work off!” she giggled.. Now I could really see the end of my marriage looming on the horizon. My heart was pounding, my head spun, I could hardly believe what I was hearing.If a man doesn't even care enough to rape his own wife, brutally and ruthlessly, while she's tied to the bed, helpless and defenseless and begging for him to stop, please stop, while he mercilessly teases her clit with a high-powered vibrator, it's obvious the marriage is over.A marriage like that isn't even worth saving. I wasn't buying his back. He was still very much a biker, too---leather chaps, vest, tattoos, and a mean-looking, low slung, motorcycle to go with it; but, he loved a good blow job, and that was how he and I got connected up! He was not (I have to admit) the best looking guy I'd ever laid eyes on---BUT---he had a fabulous cock! Big and thick (eight inches in length, and an inch and three quarters in diameter, and with a beautiful circumcised cock head that just begged to be suck on)!Usually, as a glory hole operator, I. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Brandon counted those three off too, beginning to really cry. “Are you,” SMACK! “ever,” SMACK! “going to have sex,” SMACK! “in my house again!??!” SMACK SMACK! Eddie asked him as he thoroughly hit from the bottom of Brandon’s back, to the tops of his knees.“NO S-SIR!!” Brandon yelled and choked, crying hard now. “Pu-please stop! Take it out!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Don’t tell me when to stop punishing you!” Eddie yelled. He continued to beat him until Brandon stopped.