I can't describe the conflicting feeling rushing thru my mind and body as he commanded me to masturbate in front of him, feeling his eyes bore thru my...very core until I was begging him to allow me to cum. Even as he slapped my face, demeaned me in unthinkable ways and called me a slut over and over I could only whimper, say "yes Sir" as my burning pussy got wetter and wetter until I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life.I was still gasping, for my breath had not slowed when he ordered. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers pulling on my nipples. He knew my weakness. It was electric and I had flashes back to the days when I enjoyed sex and couldn't get enough. I missed that now and it had been a long time. My husband either doesn't like to do it or doesn't belive in foreplay. I used to love it. It's the only way I can actually get off. I had learned to live without it, satisfying myself after he does to bed. I love him but needed to be satisifed sexually. I had an itch I'd. Before he could decide he noticed Cindy was softly moaning is her sleep, something she normally didn’t do. He loved how she moaned when they had sex and it almost sounded that way now. He decided to wait an hour before waking her up and suggesting they make love. Long before that, Cindy rolled over reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock. She started stroking it and mumbled she wanted it inside her. He was more than thrilled when Cindy climbed on top of him and inserted his. Together, as their ragged breathing returned to normal, they held their tight post coital embrace. Suddenly, Dave broke out into a fully sobbing crying spell. Jill tried to calm him, “what is wrong? Why are you crying? I don't understand.” “Jill I am overcome with joy and at the same time a deep, depressing sadness. I love you with all of my heart and I love consummating our love, but I am thinking about our parting tomorrow and I really don't know how I am going to go on with my life as it.