My life became a sad neverending tale of loneliness and frustration - of dirty dishes and diapers, of volunteer work and house work. My husband not on...y did not look at me with love or desire any more he rarely came home three nights of any week. I began to masturbate again but this seemed a mockery of my marriage and life. Wanting to feel eyes upon me again I took classes but those stopped a year later, I was just another middle-aged woman of many that was ignored and abandoned by her husband. I was still protected by the confines of the town. No,"protected" wasn't the right word. Inhibited. This outpost of humanitywas blocking me from joining the wind.I ran. Past the airport. Past the refinery. Down the brand-new highway.I'd never run this fast before. Maybe the wind was pushing me. Thehighway curved around some lakes. But they were frozen. I just ranacross them. I kept running, kept breathing, letting the wind inside ofme, letting it permeate my lungs, my veins, this. Then, a loud, squishy smack occurred as he whacked my clit. My eyes flew open as the wave of pain and pleasure roiled through me. My eyes focused just as his cock struck a second time.“What the— “A third blow fell. The pleasure began surpassing the pain.“Never had your pussy spanked I guess...” Smack, smack!“No,” I gasped out. “This is— “ Smack, smack! “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum if you keep it up.”“That’s the general idea.” Smack, smack!“Oh god, just do it, do it! Pound my fuckin’. Someone, a relative of Ha, motioned her over to a table and I was soon plied with food and whisky; I joined in one toast and downed a shot glass, but then asked Ha if I could order beer and sit on that, promising I would toast every time the men invited me. She was delighted and explained I preferred beer, so a crate was quickly sent to our table and I filled a glass, with ice, and the normal Vietnamese wedding was underway: food and drink and talk and laughter, and I was able to join in as.