Beating my husband home, and washing away the fact that another man's sperm was all over my face and hair was one thing. Washing away the fact that no... only had it happened, but that this wasn't the first time from my face as I looked into my husband's loving eyes would be the hard one. I leaned back in the shower as the water fell on me and cried. Why did I start this? How had I let it go this far?Three months ago I was Laura Bell, loving and faithful wife to Brian Bell for the past 11 years.. She darted at look at him, but his expression revealed nothing. Then, suddenly, he was dragging her unsteadily to the wall, with an iron grip at her wrist. His other hand picked up a shackle and fastened it around her wrist; he repeated the motion with her other wrist. Her legs grew shaky as her mind swirled with possibility.Without another word, he stepped backwards and she could hear the rustling as he undressed. In an instant, she felt the hot knob of his cock brushing against her already. It was a form of missionary I guess.It was hard at first as she was a bit low and I had to lean right over her to get the thrust right.Sue said why don’t you put a couple more mattresses under you to get yourself a bit higher. That looks very uncomfortable as she watched me fucking Jan.I pulled out and we gathered three more mattresses and Jan lay back again and I reentered her.“Thar feels much better,” I said.“I agree,” Jan said as I resumed my fucking of her. As I fucked her I could not help. With sad eyes she looked over her shoulder, waiting for her next instructions. ‘Put your hands on the bench, and put your feet about shoulder-width apart…Now, arch your back a bit so your butt sticks out.’ Once in position, Amy bit her lip. She was nervous about the impending punishment, but more than anything else, sad and ashamed that she had let Suzanne down. She would not object to being punished, she had brought this upon herself. Suzanne studied the paddle in her hand. She glanced at.