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It was one of those lonely days that spilled over into thedarkness where again nothing awaited me but empty silence,or the droning hum of the television. It had been a long time since we’d done anything really spectaculartogether. He was always working; I had my own career, butnothing that even mildly interfered with my loving him. I still had a good body, I was clean, and I was smart. Thenwhy? I wondered. What is worse? The not knowing or the knowing?I’m not really sure. I do know however, whatever it was thathe could not find in me, he thinks he can find in her. I saw them you see. I saw them in the most intimate of all moments,and in those moments a thousand different emotions playedthemselves out in their acts of sexual abandon. Any woman worth her salt knows when her man is drawing awayfrom her. Too much sex, not enough, gone altogether? Toomany late nights at the office, too many business tripsout of town. I ignored the red mark on his thigh that looked like a hickey,and he swore that he’d banged his leg against his desk. Odd,how I wanted to believe that just then. Blatant signs thatwe choose not to see. We hadn’t been to our cabin in the mountains of Pennsylvaniain over two years. Something always came up, usually onhis part. I figured that I would surprise him, by going upthere during a week he was away on business trip, and gettingit all ready for a special weekend with just the two of us. On the Thursday before he was due to return, I loaded up ourSUV with all sorts of goodies, including a very sexy negligéefrom Victoria’s secret. It would take me a good part of theday to get the cabin ready with flowers, candles and ourspecial music but I knew it would be perfect when I was done. As I drove, I could see clouds building off in the distance.Damn! I hoped I could beat the storm that was coming. I didn’t.The downpour was sudden and drenching. The mountain roadswere treacherous and too muddy even for my 4WD SUV. I pulled into a little diner just about thirty minutes southof our cabin. Other cars were there, also intending to waitout the rain. I ran inside and took a seat near the windowhoping I would be able to see when the storm cleared. It washours! At 9:00 the pouring rain turned into a teasing mist, but there were still bright hits of sheet lightening anddistant kaçak iddaa rolls of thunder. I paid my bill for the sandwich and three cups of tea I had,and got back in my truck. It was a little slow going, but finallyI turned into the road that led to our cabin. I smiled as Isaw the trees become less dense and the roof of our cabincame into view. My smile turned to puzzlement when I saw a dark four-by-fourparked out front. Whose could it be? My heart pounded. Squatters? I stopped my car in the glade and contemplated calling thepolice to come and remove the errant trespassers. Suddenly a dreaded feeling closed over me and I knew I had tosee just who was in our cabin. I got out and walked in the rain to the cabin door. There was a light on somewhere, so I went to the window and saw thatit wasn’t a light at all, but roaring flames in the fireplace. A huge boom of thunder sounded, nearly scaring me to death,and the rain began to fall in sheets once again. Then, I sawher. She was naked and on her knees with long auburn hair fallingin waves around her. Who was she and what was she doing in our cabin? I saw her mouth move and I was suddenly afraid to know to whomshe spoke. Then, with his back to me, he arose, also naked. It was a bodyI knew all too well. Tall, lean and with still strong armsand legs. It was my husband and he was standing before theyoung woman with what looked like a leather-flogging whipin one hand and a raging erection in the other. My mouth dropped open as I watched in horror as he said somethingto her and she bowed her head. He must have spoken harsher,because she closed her eyes just as he brought the floggerdown across her back. She winced and then looked up at himwith a mix of pleading and… pleasure. He smiled and pointed to his erect cock. The girl moved forwardand took my familiar beast into her mouth. I saw my husband’s eyes close as she took him in inch by inch.When she reached the hilt she drew back and then slammedher mouth back down it again. She began to move rapidly,and I saw him push forward to make sure she got the full measureof him. Every so often he would slap her ass with the floggerand she would suck him faster and harder, her jaws drawingin as the whip urged her on. I was incensed. How long had this been going on? What washe saying kaçak bahis to her? I had to know. I went to the door and foundthe spare key we always kept over the top jamb. I waited untilthere was another loud peal of thunder before insertingit into the lock and turning the knob. I waited for yet anotherbefore pushing it open and stepping into the dark foyer. It was warm inside, a welcome change to the chilliness outside.I could hear gulping as she sucked him, and I heard him whispering. “Come on little cunt that’s it, suck it, ” he said, “suckmy hard dick, suck it until my cum pours down your fuckinglittle slut throat.” Was that my kind hearted gentle husband saying those things?I stopped there in the darkness, rain dripping in a puddleat my feet. “Are you my bitch slut?” He asked bringing the whip downacross her perfect little ass cheeks. She mumbled something; but to me it sounded like a gurgle. He pumped hard into her mouth. “Take it bitch! Take it all.” He shoved her back and lifted his still hard cock up towards his stomach exposing his ball sacs. “Suck them little cunt.” She moved down and took his balls into her mouth, first one then other, then both. She sucked and licked them as he leaned over and ran a finger down the crack of her ass. “You’re nice and juicy. I like a slippery cunt. On all fours!”He ordered. She complied and he moved behind her and got on his own kneesbehind her. He splayed her legs wide apart and separatedher ass cheeks. His face disappeared between them and I heard her gasp as he ate hungrily. She moaned loudly and moved a little with his rhythm. He sounded like a rabid wolf as he pinched her fleshy breasts to keep her still. He had never taken me orally from that position, and judgingfrom her expression, I knew she was ecstatically aroused. I could hear him lapping and sucking at her sopping cunt. He opened her wider and told her that he was going to lickher inner walls. He was always good orally, but never this good with me. He got down on his back and pulled her sopping, drippingpussy down onto his face and continued his eating. After a short while he shoved her over onto her back and slammedher legs open. “I want your clit, get it ready for me.” I could see her hands obey him as she began to maneuver thehood off her clit, exposing the nub that illegal bahis looked like a tiny pink cock. My husband licked his lips. He sank between her legs andtook the nub between his teeth and gnawed. She screamedout loud. He chewed and sucked the pink nub as she writhedin painful agitation. I could see his tongue move rapidly across it like a littlewhip beating it. Then he’d stop and suck it hard, pullingthe nub far from its hood at an almost impossible range. Again and again his face disappeared further down as heate her sopping hole. When he raised his face I could seehow shiny with her juices it was. It was all very hurtful to watch, but erotic too and I foundmyself getting strangely aroused, but my anger outweighedit. I heard him groan and arise, pulling her with him forcingher over the arm of the couch. He kicked her legs apart andran a finger slowly down her ass crack. With a jerk he shoved it in hard and she screamed and bit her lip. “Just getting it ready for my rod little cunt.” She cried, but she was begging too. Begging for his fat thickcock to enter her ass. “Pussy first my dear, pussy first” Because she was so wet, he slid himself into her easily,and with slow undulating movements he fucked her. He fuckedher slow with long strong strokes, but nothing hurtful. He reached around and caressed her hanging breasts, pinchingher nipples until she winced. He spoke softly to her andmade her answer him. He called her the vilest names, but somehow it was with a sort of affection. His strokes were stronger and she was loving it, pushing back ardently to meet his thrusts. They were fucking for almost twenty minutes and she waslost in a euphoric fog of passion. I had the advantage of seeing whatshe could not. I saw him yank his cock out of her now gaping pussy. She waited for him to slide it back in, and he did. But thistime, hard and right into her tight ass. She screamed in pain, shut her eyes tight then opened them.When he shoved into her again, her vision focused and shesaw me. “Master!” she said. “Hush!” he said, “Or I’ll shove it right through you littlebitch.” “Master Please!” she begged. He slapped her ass cheeks so hard it sounded like a whip cracking. “One more word and you will feel the pain of THE ARMOUR inyour ass and pussy, now not another word.” Her lips snapped shut, but her eyes never left mine. What was the ARMOUR? Why had it frightened her into suddenquiet submission? He pounded in her ass so hard, tears leaked out of her eyesand slid down her face.
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