As I stroke my cock, she stands behind me and whispers in my ear, things like "such a little dicklet you have" "your hand is so gay, it loves your lit...le dickie" "isn't that a nice, big, hard cock in that picture", things like that. I get so aroused by the porn and her talk that I spurt my cum pretty quickly. She always laughs when I cum. Of course she makes me eat my cummies after I squeeze my dickie to get all the sperm out. I love my wife.Just yesterday, she did something that was brand new. I heard a gasp from Anita as she glanced quickly from me to Ritchie’s crotch.I also looked at his side. And I could not believe it.It was easily seven inches flaccid, with a girth so thick as a beer can.The young bastard had the biggest evil grin on his face, dangling his massive manhood right in front of my mesmerized wife. I turned up and looked at Anita; her face was in a daze. Her eyes did not meet mine; they were fixated on that monster thing hanging there…The whole room turned quiet for a. But very quickly the dynamic changed, and Jay became pretty strict with me, ordering me around, yelling at me when I fucked up, even grabbing me and shaking me during arguments. Then he began slapping me. I just figured that, in our relationship, someone had to be the husband, and someone else the wife. And there was no doubt who was who in our situation. I mean, Jay was always apologetic after a fight, especially if he had given me a black eye or a fat lip, and the makeup sex was really hot.. X arched, and his hands and nails dug into my buttocks, marking them for weeks. And I stretched out and howled and tried to claw my way through the floor.We did not speak to each other. X dressed quickly and left. I, eventually, got off the floor. In the shower, I scrubbed my, I felt now, violated vagina and backside until I almost bled. In bed, I started to cry: Not in sorrow but shame and blind anger.When Martin came from his card game, he stumbled over my blouse and shorts and panties strewn.