"I just stood there, watching. I didn't know what to say, what to do. There really was nothing I could say. And worse yet, my arousal came on strongly...again.He laughed as he saw my shame. "Yes, look at you. Look at your little peter, Eddie. You aren't a man. Standing there, watching as the woman you love is being m*****ed. Did you see her face, Eddie? Your wife can be beaten, in your own bed, right next to you. Beaten, and fucked....and all you can do is stand there with your hard-on, wanting. To be honest, that was when I realized that what I wore on one of my dates was more important to my husband than it was to the man I was meeting.Since then, I have let my husband pick, with my contribution being maybe some suggestions for possible combinations. This has worked out much better. He always asked me – yes, every time! – what my date thought of my outfit. So I always ask my date what he thinks and then remember to tell my husband. Every man has said something nice about my attire or. YOUR. CUM.? She commanded. I turned my face upwards and tentatively put my tongue out. It met warm sliminess, and I pulled it back and turned my face away again.?Ok, I see you still don’t learn, so now you get 5.? She delivered the blows in rapid succession and the pain was almost making me nauseous. ?I don’t want to hurt you today, I thought this would be a day for pleasure. So, I will give you one more try before I really hurt you.?I took her for her word and turned back. I surrounded. Her waist was long and clear white. I could see her deep navel through her saree. She wore a gold chain which reached until navel. I couldn’t resist on seeing this. I woke up and moved away. That night, my parents had to go to Chennai on the bus. Anandhi aunty was completely unaware of this. She had a quarrel with her husband. She even did not inform us about her arrival. Since it was a marriage ceremony, my parents had no way rather than going. Me, my aunt and my grandma bid goodbye to my mom.