She got down on all fours facing the TV and said “Come on then, fuck me really hard”I knelt behind her and rubbed her slit but my bell end and sli... straight into her hard causing her to gasp. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust. “Oh yes! Harder!” she said.I went harder and looked at the TV. It was surreal, I was fucking my wife and it was like looking in a mirror, only it wasn't me looking back. I was seeing another guy taking my wife just as I was doing. I could see the expression of lust. ” “- Well, you figured wrong, Sam. I’ve had my eye on you for weeks.” “Sure your husband won’t be coming home?” “I told you...I wouldn’t care if he were four feet away. I’d still fuck your brains out.” They began kissing passionately, and Sam started rubbing my wife’s already wet pussy. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but her hips kept moving and grinding as he fingered her. “Your penis is a lot bigger than my husband’s,” she said. "You sure it won’t hurt you?” “I want it to hurt me.. ”She placed her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. She reached up and kissed me then said, “It’s so nice back here. Do you think we could ever have sex right here out in the open?”“It doesn’t seem like this path is very well travelled so I would think so,” I replied.She kissed me again then placed her hand on my dick through my pants. As she kissed me she started rubbing her hand up and down my cock and it started to get hard. “Well David, judging by the bulge in your pants. You will count each stroke. You won't move or try to get up until you are told that you may. Do you understand?" Yes, Madame," said a very frightened Jacqui, quietly.She quickly slipped off her overalls and lay over the whipping bench. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the agony to come when she saw the actual birch cane in Martha's hand."Yes, this one really hurts," said Martha, "You won't break the rules again in a hurry."Hiss! CRAACK!!!The watchers saw the body on the whipping bench.