I sat in my hotel room anxious beyond description. I was truly powerless. I could do nothing to help my wife through this mess that my own selfishness...had created. She was justifiably furious with me – and very hurt by my thoughtlessness and actions. I knew that there was nothing that I could say or do to make the situation better. My wife, the woman I had loved for more than two decades, was now at the mercy of a complete stranger. When I started down this path which I perceived as “erotic,” I. .. or something. I don't know what it is, but I'm not ashamed of it," she said, her softly spoken, candid words very much moving him. "Anyway, it's not a mistrust of you, darling... I want you to know that. It's just... well. I realize that I-I am not the... the most perfect girl in bed, or... or even a poor facsimile, but... but I'm beginning to wish I were! And I'm really going to try... !"The slightest breath of air might have knocked him right off his stool, the young husband wildly thought. So how do you manage to crash the car when I forbade you only this morning to drive it? Tell me that Peter?” He stood there, wringing his hands, looking at the floor, knowing he was in trouble. Well I had had enough. This was his second crash in three months. He just goes around like a boy racer and hits something. It’s just luck that no one is hurt. “What did I tell you this morning Peter?” “Not to take the car” he said quietly. “And?” “You would give me what for I did.” “Exactly.. .. no, I can't," she sobbed in her humiliation, yet moved her unwilling hand down until it was only inches from the monstrous penis. Tears ran down her lovely, contorted face and she shook her head in shame and fear."You dumb little cunt!" he snarled. "Do what I tell you, bitch, put it in!" Oh, my God..." she moaned, touching his throbbing cock and then enclosing its bulk in her little hand... God, it was big... bigger even than it had looked... warm and rigid in her fingers.Blodgett began to.