This was the best birthday present she had ever had and she hadn’t even begun to explore the possibilities for Mark. She had big plans for him, BIG ...lans, she thought as she looked at the strapons hanging from the wall.Mark was in his own little hell. Every few seconds a pulse of electricity shot from his arse, through his prostate and up his cock giving him a hugely intense stimulation which almost caused him to double up in ecstasy and pain at the same time. His cock was totally betraying him. It pressed roughly against it, vibrating fanatically before sliding back into its rhythmic movements, as she gasped noisily. Either one of her hands being used to hold herself up, either soft palm on either side of the doorframe, she began to shake as the next wave of immense pleasure washed over her, standing knock-kneed as she trembled, a small cry escaping her lips as she avoided the temptation of screaming her lungs out. Her fingers now gripping the solid wood, her back arching excessively. I want also to tell you that I am happily married and if sometimes I write like I've felt the same, it's because before I married I had relationships, some good, some bad, like any other man or woman my age (44 years old). That being said, I'd like to praise you for the story and I'm giving you the highest vote, in a scale from 1 to 10, you got an eleven.The only thing you didn't capture very well; was, perhaps the feelings of the husband in your story, the guy was sometimes too serene. He. They surrender themselves, steely shadows from the clock’s blue light drifting across their skin. The stretch of him inside her, the closing of her around him, the moist softness welcoming him plain, the blunt hardness–all these finding not merely a place in which to nestle, but a home to claim. He coats his thumb in her and licks it clean, sucks like a baby her breasts beneath him, nipples up in wantonness, plunges deeply into her, softly strokes her cunt with his cock, feels her fingers.