"You are gonna watch the whole time. You will not look away or say a word. Understand me?" I say in a harsh tone.She nods as I choke her."Not one word..." I let her go.She nods again as tears come down her cheeks.We both enter the room.I hit the lights so the room is well lit.She is gonna see everything.Laura is on the bed naked. Her hair in perfect high pigtails which she twirls and pulls as she sits up on her knees. No socks, no bracelets, no jewelry nothing but the hair bands holding her piggy. There was no oozing glob between her legs this time, so I plunged my fingers in and out several times, soaking them. She stared into my eyes the whole time. When those soaked fingers reached her mouth, her lips parted and took them in as her tongue licked off every bit of her juice. “Mmmmm. My flavor now, yours later,” she promised. “Then I have a way to give you both.” I rolled over between her legs, placed my cock at her entrance and pushed in. A shuddering groan escaped her throat as her. She didn’t fight, but she resisted. I pulled my shirt off easily and was fumbling for my pants when she tried to get up. I pinned her on the floor, her back against the couch. My shorts were around my knees and I forced my way between her legs. She feebly tried to push me away, pulling her head back from my face. I was able to work one hand behind her back and arch it toward me. My other hand had grabbed my cock and I was trying to stuff it into her cunt, as my weight held her down. She twisted. But that's not where this story starts. Last night I slipped away to a bar; more like a club. It was the only gay bar in town. I escaped while my wife was at her sisters. I thought it was the perfect time to let my “Freak Flag” fly. I never get away. I'm extremely kinky, a fact lost on my wife, Michelle. She is so vanilla. She absolutely lost her mind when her son Michael, my stepson, came out of the closet after his 18th birthday. She never knew about my little excursions to the local adult.