Tara saw those eyes, and knew they would haunt her dreams forever. The silver gray of them were beautiful, so full of passion and fire, unlike Tara’... brown. Tara’s eyes moved to the man, her husband. His eyes were closed clenched tight as he forced the woman to buck and grind on his erection that was buried deep inside his blonde lover. Tara’s lips trembled in shock and confusion, and the tears fell silently as the silver gray eyes gleamed in joy, as they held locked to the murky brown of. When I called at last at around 1:00 AM, she picked up the phone in just one ring but didn’t say a word. So I asked if it’s Navneet and that my name’s Sam. She responded only after hearing my name. We chatted away for about an hour and I asked her why she wants to talk to me and what her expectations from me are. She told me that she stays alone with her two years old son and that her husband is in South India as he’s a businessman and that she’s lonely and bored. She just wants a healthy. I would answer his questions and not elaborate on any of my answers. Nor would I offer more information than he has demanded. Oh, God, I hope things don't go too bad for me. Taking another deep breath, I forced myself out of the car, propelled by a need to get passed this major hurdle that the presence of my husband had created.Behind me, I heard the car door slam shut. I ignored it as I headed to the back of the house, to the door that I dreaded entering. I rested my hand on the cheap aluminum. She knelt and offered it to him. He indicated that she should lean over the arm of the settee."You will receive ten strokes." Before his courage could crumble he slapped her with the first. It was not an accurate or hard slap, his heart was not really in this. But Beth accepted the punishment."One. Thank you Husband." The second slap was harder."Two. Thank you Husband." Matt continued the punishment, his strokes becoming more forceful and accurate, but he was mindful of the terrible injuries.